I grasped her hips and rolled on the bed with her, bringing her on top of me. My hands ran up her tummy to her breasts. “Show me how good you are, babygirl.”
She smiled down at me, putting her hands on my chest for balance, bringing up her legs so her feet were flat on the bed. She began to lift herself up and then pushed herself back down, moaning out. I moaned with her, my hand cupping and caressing her breast, my thumb crossing her nipple. I kept my other hand on her hip as she humped down on my cock.
“Fuck,” she said. “Your cock is so deep in me. It’s so hard to lift up and down.”
She leaned forward, her heavy tits on my chest. I held her tightly as I thrusted upward, slipping back and forth inside of her pussy while she rested. I moved my hand to the back of her head and brought her into kiss. It motivated her to start humping and riding my cock again, bouncing on it. But she didn’t last long before she had to pause again.
“Fuck, my legs are tired,” she said. “This is harder than I thought. I swear I’m good at yoga.”
I chuckled and rolled her over onto her back again. “Let Daddy fuck you, babygirl.”
She exhaled and closed her eyes as I once again drilled my cock in and out of her pussy. She kept her hands on my tummy, trying to slow me when I thrust too hard and deep into her.
“Daddy,” she said, keeping her eyes closed. “Can you rub my clit a little while you fuck me?”
I gave her breast a squeeze and then slide my hand down her abdomen, my palm on her pubic bone. My thumb found her swollen clit easily enough and I started massaging it. She groaned and arched her back as I continue to thrust into her.
“Little slower,” she said breathlessly. “Is it okay if I cum?”
I didn’t answer her. I smirked in the dark and did as she asked, slowing my cock, but only a little. My thumb was rapidly petting her little clit. Her legs seemed to go wider and wider. Her little feet were in the air, her toes spreading.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” she said. “Can I cum?”
I didn’t respond again, just kept pumping my big cock in and out of her pussy. I started pumping faster, rubbing that little clit faster too.
“Okay, okay, slower or I’ll cum!” she said. “I can cum, right?”
I chuckled while I fucked her.
“Daddy! I can’t hold it!”
“Cum, babygirl.”
“Oh god, thank—fuck!” She came. Her whole body jerked and her toes opened and closed. Her head was thrown back into the pillows and she squirmed while my cock kept pumping. Her hands grabbed my stomach again, her nails scratching me.
“God! Slow! Fuck, I’m too sensitive! Slow, Daddy!”
“I need to cum,” I said, grunting as I kept up my hard pace in her pussy.
“God, Daddy!” she said. “Fuck, please cum! I can’t take anymore.”
“You sure you want my cum in you?” I grunted, but there was no time to wait for the answer. My cock was throbbing, and I felt the telltale pull in my groin. My cock exploded. “Fuck!”
“Yes, yes, just cum!” she said. “Oh god, you’re cumming!”
“Fuck, yes,” I said as I kept thrusting into her, draining my big heavy balls of years of pent-up semen. I was panting like a bear in winter as I humped her and came.
“God, you’re soaking me,” she said, looking down. “Fuck, I can feel so much cum in me.”
“Oh, god,” I said as I slowed. “Fuck, I can’t believe I really did that.”
We were both panting as we looked down at my cock half inside her pussy, frothy cum all around my shaft, churned like cummy butter inside her pussy from all the thrusting. I slipped my cock out and collapsed next to her on the bed.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah,” I said breathlessly.
My daughter grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to her breasts, like women always do after sex in the movies. I gave her a confused look.
“It’s cold,” she said.
“Oh, is that why women do that?” I said. “Hmm.”
Karla stretched and kissed my cheek, throwing the blanket on top of me and cuddling into my side. “You’re the best daddy ever.”
I chuckled. “Somehow I doubt I’ll win any Father of the Year awards.”
She kissed me again and rested her head on my chest. “Daddy, do we have to stop fucking? Can’t we keep doing it, for you know, funsies?
“I guess so,” I said slyly. “It’s the only way to get the truth out of you.”
***
… A FEW MONTHS LATER…
I was so very proud of my daughter as I sat in the gymnasium bleachers, listening to the names called one by one. I was in the second row. I didn’t want to miss a thing. The front row was reserved for students, who sat waiting for their names to be called. Then it was my daughter’s turn.
“Karla Schrader,” the principal said.
Up she went, my little girl, walking in her beautiful graduation cap and gown. She took the diploma, shook the principal’s hand, and looked at me with a smile. I snapped a picture on my phone.
“More like Karla Slave-whore,” a boy in front of me said to his friend.
The friend snickered. “Karla Scraped off the floor after we got through with her.”
Two other boys leaned in and laughed as well. “Bet that slut couldn’t walk straight for a month.”
“Probably had to get an abortion. Haha!”
I stared at the back of the heads of those four boys, my rage boiling. I listened as the principal called them one by one: “Leo,” and then, “Don,” next, “Mike,” and finally, “Ralph.”
They all shook the principal’s hand. The innocence of my daughter was on those hands. I stared vacantly for several minutes, thinking, planning, scheming. Did I want revenge? Was it worth it? Was Karla worth it? Fuck yes.
I looked into my backpack. I had Karla’s gift inside, as well as her roses sticking out. I found the card I had for her stuffed in an envelope, telling her how proud I was. I left the card and took the envelope. On the front of the envelope, it said “Karla.” I changed it to, “From Karla.”
I found a loose piece of paper and wrote a note in the most feminine penmanship I could manage.
“Leo, Don, Mike, Ralph, congrats, boys. Let’s celebrate. Meet me at Cliffside Point at midnight. You bring the beer. I’ll bring the pussy. XOXO Karla”
Soon after, the students threw their caps in the air and the parents and students all congregated on the basketball court, talking and laughing and congratulating each other. I found Karla and gave her a tight hug, lifting her off her feet.
“I’m so proud of you, baby!”
“Aw, Daddy, thank you!”
I kissed her forehead. “So now what?”
She bit her lip. “Is it okay if I go to a party with my friend April?”
“Who will be there?”
“Just us and a few other girls. No boys, I promise.”
“Good. You go and have a nice time.”
“Thank you, Daddy!” She hugged me. “Will you put my flowers in water when you get home?”
“Of course.”
She gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to go. I had one last chance to change my mind.
“Wait, baby.”
“Hm?” she said, turning back.
I handed her the sealed envelope. “Would you give this to those four,” I said, throwing my head to Leo, Don, Mike, and Ralph off in the corner.
“What?” she said in surprise. “What’s in the envelope?”
“Sweetheart, I need you to trust me on this. Just give them this envelope and walk away. That’s it.”
“Daddy, what does it—”
“Don’t ask. Just go.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and then nodded, taking the envelope. “Yes, Daddy.”