I did not write this. A close friend of mine wrote this for me personally. I thought I'd share my fantasy with the rest of you. He used my real name, so I changed it. Enjoy.
Ever since her mother's death, Nissa had been her father's only crutch. He never remarried, nor did he garner so much as a date in the nearly ten years since her death. The girl didn't know much about her mother, but her father never missed a beat to tell her how much she looked like her. She was the love of his life, stricken by illness while she was still young. While in his late thirties, he had become dejected, a bottle of depression and borderline alcoholism. Despite this, he did everything he could for his little girl, and for that Nissa was thankful. At least that was how it began. Nissa, now a grown woman, sat on a bed next to her father, who had become much happier since then. In her mid twenties, the naïve girl had grown to learn the ways of the world and predation it brings. It did not stop her from carnally looking over tapes each weekend with her father, a ritual to celebrate the past.
“Yes Doll..” While the speech was slightly muffled based on the low quality filming equipment, she could still make out the conversation. She ran through the tapes so often, each feeling, word, was ingrained into her mind like the day they happened. 13, if she recalled.
“Why are you sitting in the dark?” A brief rustle, the light turned on and blinded her. Nissa's father had a room that seemed as though he were a librarian. Books cluttered the floor around the queen sized bed, but despite it, it was almost surgically well kept. It smelled dusty, the smell of old books...and the dust made the girl scrunch up her face.
“Oh baby girl, I am not feeling well is all.” He had been under the covers, at maybe sleeping off his ailment. But this didn't stop her. She had been learning to put on make up like the girls in her class, though she always believed herself to be much prettier. Big, round doe eyes pasted on a doll like face, her lips were full and her smile was almost contagious. When he glanced upon her, her father looked away hastily. She never knew if he was ashamed of the get up she procured. A short skirt, too short for someone so young.
“What's wrong daddy?” She was scared, she thought he'd like her look, grown up, sophisticated. But he didn't spare her a single glance.
“Just...Just go away.” Tears welled into her eyes, stinking, glistening, and they trailed down her cheek like warm water falls. She leaped into him, grappling her arms about her fathers neck and plopping into his lap.
“P-please don't stop loving me daddy.” Her voice stuttered between sobs, even now the heart break she felt was still alive in mind. But a heat was emitting from her lower half...hot, like anticipation. A hard, throbbing object pushed between her legs from beneath the covers. He winced, and groaned a bit. Did he hate her that much.
“Nissa, I said go to your room.” Like a hot blade into her heart, his words were scathing and cold. The flat tone rang in her ears with such a hollow resonance, like hatred. She wailed. Her daddy was all she had.
“P-Please D-don't h-hate m...” A kiss cut short her words. His arms were wrapped tightly around her back, pulling her tighter against the twitching stump. All her life, her daddy had kissed her, but not like this. It was wet...hot, and she felt her heart beat quickly, as if it were to rip out of her chest. It felt...good.
He hated himself. Lips pressed tightly against his daughter's, so soft, so young. I am going away forever, he thought to himself. But it was too good. Watching back, he never knew he'd be here today, watching the video. And arm wrapped around his grown daughter, attempting to evade the yearning for her body...he was resisting, much better than he did when she was 13.
He cradled his daughter in his arms as he ran a hand up to her chin to hold her still as his tongue entered her mouth. She was confused at first, that was obvious, by the wide eyed look. She was so cute, she knew so little of this, but her tongue rolled against hers all the same. She moaned. A good sign. It was most likely something primal than what she knew. Instinct. She was a bit of a late bloomer, no doubt, she hadn't yet had her first period...which means he could have his way with her without any unforeseen children. While still kissing her, he flipped Nissa onto her back and pinned her gently to the bed.
“D-daddy, you kiss me like the movies..” She had broken away from his lips, breathy. She was panting, and sweating a little. Such a young body, so ripe for him.
“It's because I love you more than anyone else, ever, baby girl..” Eager, devilish hands pushing up her skirt. Panties, he saw her panties, tight and pink...soft to the touch. She had such a mature taste in clothing.
“N-No! Don't look at me there, daddy!”
“Sh...trust me.” He pulled her panties down passed her thighs. No hair. Bare as the day she was born, but something more he saw. The dew of a slight bit of wetness had already begun to form from her genitals. Abruptly, he moved downward, and licked the bead of juice from between her vaginal lips. She cried out loudly.
“W-what...not there daddy..”
He hushed her. “This is what you do for someone you love the most.” He licked her again. Nissa's body tensed up as he rubbed his tongue against her clit. She was moaning loudly, breathy. She liked it...and so did he.
“You taste so good, baby girl.”
“D-DADDY!” He stood up and undid his pants, kneeling on the bed made it nearly impossible. Her big brown eyes were wide and staring when the fleshy appendage of his penis forced its way out of the gap caused by the zipper in his jeans. It was pale, with a pink, almost purple tip. A bead of pre cum leaked from the tip and dribbled down the shaft, running down until it leaked across his testicles.
“This is a cock, Nissa...say it..”
“C-cock!” she nearly screamed it. He tenderly touched her head and pushed it closer, until her nose nearly touched it.
“You touch cocks...rub them with your hands, and suck on them like a lolipop. You understand”
“I-I like how it smells..”
“I am so very glad..” He leaned back, allowing his index finger to play between the opening of her smooth, sensitive vagina. It was a wonder how wet she was already. “Say it...this is your pussy..”
“P-P...pussy..” She winced, barely getting the word out with a little moan.
“When I put my cock in your pussy...it will feel really good. That is called fucking..” He allowed his finger to flick her clit about.
“AH!! D-daddy wants to f-fuck me.”
“Of course I do...but first..” He thrust the tip of his cock against her firm lips and she opened, obediently. It rubbed against her tongue and he cringed. “AH..” She closed her lips around the tip, and began to suckle on it, like the confection he told her it was.
Her father was whimpering loudly as he began to thrust into her mouth. The tip rudely rubbed into the back of her throat, and the gagging was so intense, she nearly vomitted...coughing spit all over his shaft.' “MM..keep it up, just a little longer, baby girl.”
“Mmf...” He ripped his member from the child's mouth as he began to cum. Of all things to do, she giggled happily as the seed splashed into her mouth, her cheeks, and even hair. It had been years since he came, and he emptied his testicles like a riptide of milk, draining with such a massive orgasm, he couldn't help but scream the name of his child as he drenched her in hot sticky semen. She coughed.
“Swallow it baby girl..hurry now..swallow it..” She did, and he rewarded her with a tender kiss. “I love you little girl.” A ploy, before she could answer, the tip of his cock was being pushed into her. Her vagina was soft, wet, but nearly impossible to enter. Nissa was already screaming in pain with the tip..blood leaked a bit from her, but he would not quit. With each of his nine inches, he stretched the little girl's vagina more and more, until her was at the base. No doubt too much for her to handle. With a fury, he began to slam himself into her until he could hear the soppy clapping of flesh on flesh.
“Daddy!!! IT HURTS!!...” She couldn't breath, all she did was moan and cry..the tears were such a turn on. The father stole away his little girl's innocence with the force of a wanton rapist. But he could tell she had begun to feel it. His barely teenage daughter had begun to yelp like a well trained whore, having wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed his head into her chest. He nibbled and suckled on her budding nipples. For hours, it seemed to go on...a father fucking his little girl.
“S-something is happening, Daddy!! Daddy!!” He pressed his lips into his little girl as she came. He too, came, pushing his semen into her like an untamed water pump. Her eyes rolled into her head, and her body tensed. The feeling of her hot juices leaked down his leg. She was barely breathing, his cock still inside of her. “I love you baby girl.”
“I love you too, daddy.”
Now she was much older, her breasts had grown so large, they pillowed his cock between them. She was moaning loudly as she let him tit fuck her. She had never known another lover than her daddy, and his and her heart was aflame with the deepest passion and love. He came, shooting a load of semen onto her breasts, and then chin. She giggled lovingly as his hot seed sprayed all over her and dripped slowly into her cleavage. She sucked off the remaining cum from the tip of his cock, swallowing and rubbing the sperm over her chest playfully.
She kissed him seductively, “I love you daddy..”
“I love you too, baby girl.”