My Daddy is my Baby Daddy (closed for Cherrybomb400)

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie took her jacket from her father and nodded. She couldn't tell if he was angry with her or not. He probably just didn't want to cause a scene and would wait until they got home to talk to her... Or maybe he wasn't mad? Thoughts flashed through her mind at the possibilities of what would happen next.

Slipping on her jacket, she stood up, but left her jacket open. She was still feeling warm from her exploration. Her blond hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and her bangs pinned over to the side. The remaining cookies went right into her pocket. The bell jingled as the two stepped out of the small shop and into the crowd of people.

Valerie stayed close to her dad as they walked. She wanted to ask if he was upset with her but now was not the time to talk about what she had done. The only thing she could hope for was that he wouldn't be too angry. It was starting to get colder out.

Slowly the traffic of people was pushing them closer and closer to the building, at least that's what Sadie assumed. She was so deep in thought that she nearly tripped when she felt her father grab her arm and they stepped down an alley way. Were they trying to take a short cut?

 

[BurningMonkey]

George watched in silence as Valerie put on her jacket, leaving it open for the moment. He had to tear his eyes away from the stiff, erect nipples tenting the front of her sweater. There was no doubt in his mind what was causing it--the same thing that kept him semi-hard even minutes after the stimulation of her hand had been removed.

As they walked, the dark side of his mind kept silent. There was no need to say anything; he kept replaying the bakery over and over in his head, and mixing it up with the bedroom and her looking at him as she came and the feel of her fingers up and down his turgid shaft and her shining eyes as her hips bucked and trembled and the feel of her wetness as she dreamed and...

It was too much. He was going to explode, either his brain or his groin or both. An alley-mouth yawned to the side, and he glance down it. On sudden impulse he caught Valerie's arm and pulled her down the alley, stopping just behind a dumpster that shielded them from the street.

He turned her to face him; she looked afraid, confused. He was afraid and confused himself, but it no longer mattered. Nothing mattered anymore but that body, that mouth, those hands... He crushed her against himself, mashing his lips on hers as one hand found her tits inside her jacket and the other squeezed her ass-cheeks, pressing her groin against his throbbing length.

As he spiraled down into madness, the sane part of his mind kept plaintively repeating over and over, if you don't fuck her, it isn't incest...if you don't fuck her, it isn't incest...if you don't fuck her, it isn't incest...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

"Dad? Where are we-" before she could finished he gave her an answer. They weren't going anywhere.

Her back found the hard brick wall, and before she knew it he was against her. She couldn't help but to moan softly against his slips. Her heart felt like a jackhammer, trying to break out of her chest as their lips parted and they found each other's tongues. She couldn't believe she was kissing her father, or rather he was kissing her, she just reciprocated.

His hands illicit a quiet gasp from her. Arching her back, she pressed her breast more into his hand. When he grasped her ass and forced her to mash against his hard cock she moaned a little louder as they kissed hotly.

Her hands were resting on father's chest, but she wasn't pushing him away- she had NO intention of doing that. As her tongue flicked against his and the roof of his mouth, her hands caressed his chest, feeling his body. Her father wasn't a meat head body builder but she could still feel how strong he was.

Her hands reached around under his jacket as she explored her father's back. Her left leg started to inch up his thigh. She wanted him to pick up and wrap her legs around his waist as they continued to mess around the back of the alley.

Gently and teasingly she nipped at his bottom lip before she softly called to him, "Daddy..." Her voice was soft and breathy and she pushed up to his lips again to kiss him.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was in heaven...almost. Close enough for now... the dark voice in his head crooned. The sane voice kept repeating its mantra chant, but it was so diminished that it was easily ignored.

Her mouth was so soft, her tongue so wet, so alive; she moaned as they danced orally, making him harder yet. Her hands traced fire across his back. He thrust one hand up under the sweater, up under the bra to close on the warm, soft flesh he knew would be waiting. His other hand began tearing at the waistband of her jeans. He broke the kiss long enough to whisper hoarsely, "I want you, kitten...I want to feel you..."

Finally he got the waist of her jeans open and thrust his hand down, down past the waistband of her panties, down to the hot, moist triangle waiting there, rubbing his fingers back and forth over the tender lips, the hard little button...

"Ah!" he gasped. "Ah! Ah..." So wet, so slippery, so hot, so tight...

All the while the sane part of his mind kept repeating: if you don't fuck her, it's not incest...if you don't fuck her, it's not incest...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie felt the cold air as her father's hand pushed up her sweater, but she didn't mind as he touched her breast. It was so different feeling him fondling her while he was lucid and awake, filled with passion.

He started pawing at her jeans, trying to get them open. As their lips parted she looked into her father's eyes. It was very clear that she knew what was happening and didn't want him to stop.

"Daddy.." She whispered back softly before she gasped as she felt his fingers slip under her pants and underwear, and then he got to her wet slit. He fingered over her swollen little numb as she mewed softly in pleasure. "I... want you too Daddy."

With him playing with her pussy, she slipped her right hand down in front of them and felt for his cock again. He felt like he was even harder than before! Much harder than last night, for sure. How far would this go? They probably couldn't do much more with only the dumpster blocking them... Also she didn't want to loose her virginity in a dank alley in the middle of winter.

Valerie was able to loosen her father's pants and fished for his hot member, adjusting him so it was easier to stroke his cock. She could feel every bump and vein, how smooth the skin on his member was as her hand wrapped around and stroked up and down.

This was so bad... so hot and so bad.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He almost lost it when her hand wrapped around his swollen tool. God, but it felt so good! His own hand had found a rhythm, now, two fingers sliding in and out of her tight hole, sliding back and forth on either side of her engorged clit.

He wanted...he wanted to spin her to face the wall, yank her pants down to her knees, and bury his aching rod to the hilt in her wet tunnel. It was all he could do to keep from doing it, but he managed to hold onto some small shred of sanity, the sane part of his mind chanting if you don't fuck her, it isn't incest...if you don't fuck her, it isn't incest...

His tongue continued tangling with hers, a sensuous dance that took them back and forth, up and down, back and forth...her fingers danced, too, up and down the length of his red, swollen prick, now squeezing it, now gliding lightly over the surface, teasing...his one hand plucked and pinched at the hardened nipple, puckered into a little acorn and surrounded by goosebumps...his other hand reveled in the slippery slickness of her juices, gliding and sliding back and forth and in and out, in and out, squeezing her bliss button with each pass...

It couldn't go on, of course. With a jerk and a shudder, his cock erupted in her hand, squirting jets of thick, sticky cum all over her hand and the inside of his pants. He groaned and gripped her tightly as the paroxysms coursed through him, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. When the crest had passed, leaving him shaken, he bent his concentration on her pleasure, determined that she should cum, too, before they left their little shelter.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie felt proud of herself for making her father cum as much as he did. She smiled, thinking about the mess she made within his jeans. She withdrew her hand and immediately started to lick her hand clean. She couldn't walk about with cum on her hands.

As her father was panting from his orgasm, she was looking right at him as she licked and swallowed down his cum. She was eating her father's cum... Maybe she was get to clean the rest of him off once they got home.

Her thoughts were interrupted when his fingers had found their vigor once again. Her mouth opened as she gasped and then pressed her mouth against her father's shoulder. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive. She was already aroused, now her father was determined to have her drench his fingers with her pussy.

Her body started shuddering and she cried into his shoulder as she came hard. It was so intense, she had to hold onto her father tightly to keep herself from falling to the ground.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He held her through the shaking and shuddering of her climax, her pussy walls clamping down hard on his fingers. He almost dropped her as she sagged against him, and he had to quickly wrap his arm around her to keep her upright. Warm fluid cascaded over his hand, and her hot breathe seared his shoulder where her mouth was planted against it, moans and gasps escaping between her swollen, cherry-red lips.

He simply held her as she quieted, until she regained her feet again and stood on her own two feet without his support. The rapidly cooling mess in his shorts reminded him of her looking at him and grinning and licking his cum off her hand, and that thought made his dick twitch though he'd just cum.

The dark part of his mind was smirking; he knew it. He had just finger-fucked his own daughter to orgasm. What was more, he had let her jack him to orgasm. Let? No, actually encouraged. And he didn't even have the excuse of being drunk, or it being accidental--he had fully and consciously wanted it to happen, willed it to happen.

He should have been overcome by shame and remorse; what sort of monster would think of his own daughter in sexual terms? And yet, he didn't. She had wanted it, too, which somehow seemed to take the curse off of it. It was still wrong. So very wrong. But tolerable, and its very wrongness made it...hot. He couldn't deny it. Part of the arousal he felt was because she was his daughter. He would have to think about it. Deeply, and long.

But for now, they needed to get home and he needed to change. Leaning forward, he kissed her tenderly, holding her like a precious thing. "Thank you, Kitten," he whispered, though he wasn't sure it was appropriate.

Releasing her, he busied himself putting his pants back together as she did, also.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie kissed back her father and smiled when he thanked her, though it didn't really make much sense that he was thanking her. Still, she wasn't going to complain. They both sorted themselves out before they could venture out and join the crowds that had been oblivious of their devious action in the dark alley.

Once they were in the crowd, Valerie held onto her father's arm closely; for two reasons. 1, she didn't want to lose him in the crowd. 2, she was still on the high of what they had just done and the first thing that she wanted to do when they got home was to snuggle against her father.

~jumping ahead~

When they got back to the house, Valerie didn't hold onto her father in the same fashion as before, in case it looked odd to the neighbors. As soon as they were inside and the door closed, she moved in closer to her father. She assumed that he would kiss her now that there were no other eyes on them.

Looking up at him with her eyes smiling at his. It was pretty clear on her end, the fact that he was her father didn't phase her. Maybe at first when she first realized she had these feelings, but when he returned them, any fear and worry went away.