Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Ohio
|Introduction: Jen & her adoptive father convey their love|
We tried several different seating arrangements both on the furniture and off, but nothing seemed both comfortable and functional for conversation. We ended up sitting on the couch with Jen straddling my lap. Though the intent of this seating choice was not sexual, neither of us made any arguments as to the enjoyability of our nethers touching as we conversed.
I waited for Jen to initiate the conversation as she was the one who had felt the need to talk.
“I know you have been trying to be respectful of me,” Jen began, “I totally love that you treat me like a princess. I know you want to be sure that what we have is different than what I have experienced before and I appreciate that. What makes this different though, Daddy, is how I feel about you, not what we do together. You can have me for anything you want, Daddy. When we are alone I want to fulfill every fantasy you have ever had. I want to be your everything, because you are everything to me. When we are together in public I know you will maintain the illusion of a normal relationship, which I think is best for both of us. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I never want to be away from you. I want to be with you until death separates us. I want every moment from now until the grave to be filled with memories of us. For now, though, what I really want to is to share my art and myself with you. I don’t want to scare you or make you sad, Daddy, but I want to share with you the things that make me happy, things that make me feel good, and the things that turn me on.”
Uncertain how to respond I sat in silence and waited.
Jen reached over and grabbed the notebook that had started it all. As she went through each page one-at-a-time I learned, what I felt, was nearly everything I could ever hope to know about anyone, both good and bad.
She shared everything from her favorite color (black, followed closely by pink) to her desire to experience sex with another girl. I learned that she thought swearing and cursing in public was a sign of ignorance and illiteracy, but being foul mouthed about, and during, sex was a big turn-on for her. She told me that though she was sad she could never have children of her own due to damage that had been done as a result of a hasty abortion she was happy knowing that, when she was ready, she could adopt a child and, hopefully, be to him, or her, the same god-send I have been to her. She showed me her art which, though dark, violent and sexual, was undeniably phenomenal. All the gaps of what I had learned about her over the years were, finally, being filled in.
Jen paused for a moment as the last page of her book was turned and she closed the cover. I could feel her nervous tension as she looked into my eyes, waiting for a response.
I did not know what to say. This beautiful naked girl that sat on my lap had endured unfathomable emotional torment and pain. No words I could say could possibly convey the sadness I felt because she had endured so much, or how happy I was that I was able to help her. I knew in that moment that I not only loved, but was in love with, my daughter. All sense of protection and guardianship, all promises of commitment and devotion, all hope of joy and happiness, and all my feelings of lust, passion and desire were motivated by, and directed towards, her.
I could feel my emotions welling up as took her face in my hands and looked into her eyes.
“I love you,” I said, “Everything I do, I do for you. You are so precious to me, Jen. I want to be the perfect man for you, because you are the perfect girl for me.”
Tears began to flow from Jen’s eyes she let her sketchbook fall from her fingers as she took my face in her hands and kissed me.
This was not a kiss of lust, or even passion, but of pure unconditional love. As our lips met a warm glow spread throughout my body and I felt what I can only express as the most confusing combination of calm and excitement.
I felt myself becoming aroused and I was frustrated that my body was trying to ruin this moment of joyful bliss I was sharing with my beloved daughter. This would not be the only time that Jen would show me that my sexual nature could never hinder or distract from our moments of love.
Jen did not break our slow kiss as she placed a hand on my shoulder, bracing herself. She slid the other hand between her legs and guided my slowly engorging member fully into her. She moaned as she slowly thrust her hips. She had removed her lips from mine and placed both hands behind my head, clutching my face to her chest as she slowly raised and lowered her hot, wet tightness over my now extremely hard shaft.
“I love you, Daddy.” Jen said.
I removed my head from between my daughter’s young breasts and looked up at her face. “I love you too, Jen.”
Jen slowly stood up, separating out joined nethers. I was afraid I had not properly conveyed what I felt and that I had ruined everything.
Jen lay on her back on the floor, her legs spread and arms held out to me. “Make love to me, Daddy.” Jen said.
Being a large man I lay atop her cautiously, afraid of crushing my beloved daughter. I slid an arm beneath her head, supporting my weight on that elbow. I gently stroked her hair with my free hand as I slowly entered her.
My daughter looked upon my body and I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
Jen leaned forward and whispered in my ear “I love you,” she said as her fingers traced lines across my body, “all of you, just as you are.” She lay back down and I knew she spoke the truth as I saw the lust in her eyes as she gazed at my exposed form.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me to her; plunging my engorged member fully within her.
My daughter’s fingers forcefully combed through my dense chest hair as our loins meshed. My thrusts were deep and forceful, my daughter, sweating and breathing heavily beneath me, seemed to glow with an angelic light as I thrust into her, again and again.
This was the third time I had been with my daughter today and I was nowhere near an orgasm, if I would have one at all, but I wanted to see Jen finish. I wanted to feel her tighten around me as she peaked, to gaze into her eyes as she climaxed. I wanted to bring ecstasy to the beautiful angel that lay beneath me. I moved my free hand from its entanglement in her dark hair and maneuvered it between our writhing bodies.
Jen moaned loudly when my roaming hand found its mark. I began thrusting harder and faster as my thumb stroked her clit. Jen’s nails dug into my back and her breathing came in short gasps.
I rubbed my daughter’s young clit with slow, focused pressure. I withdrew from her slowly, then quickly and forcefully filled her again.
Jen reached up, her fingers weaving into my hair and taking a firm grip. Her mouth opened wide and her breath caught in her throat, her back arched and her body tensed so hard it shook. I did not hinder my attention to her nethers and I stared into my daughter’s eyes as she came.
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