He pulled out of me slowly, not wanting to hurt me. He lay next to me trying to catch his breath.
“Daddy, how long before you can go again? I want it from behind, and I want a picture of your cock sliding into my pussy from behind.”
“About a half hour honey, and it’s called doggy when you do it from behind.”
We drifted off to sleep, waking up to each other’s rustling. Daddy cupped my still very wet pussy.
“Are you okay kitten?”
“Just a little sore, that’s why I want it doggy next, I might not be able to tomorrow.”
He got the camera set up with the remote switch.
“Okay kitten, suck me a little to get me rock hard again.” I gobbled his cock, sucking hard, cheeks caved in, using my tongue like he had taught me. He pulled his cock out, telling me hand and knees.
My little ass was in the air, I had extended my arms so my chest was off the bed. He slipped his cock into my hot tunnel, bottoming out on the first stroke. He stroked me a half dozen times to make sure I was comfortable. I was starting to push back a little.
“Okay, I’m going to take some pictures, turn your head back toward me and smile.”
He took three shots, each with his cock about half way in and me smiling. Then he set to fucking me from behind. He was stroking it full length, I was moaning, “more, more”, and he was doing all he could to accommodate. Suddenly my tummy started convulsing, I was bending forward at the waist and pushing back as my hips pumped.
Dad had stopped and was waiting. I let out a huge breath, “what the hell was that, I feel like a truck ran over me.”
He started stroking again, I was enthusiastically pushing back as hard as he was thrusting. I could tell he was about to cum, I arched my back, pointed my pussy right at his cock and yelled, “Fill my pussy daddy, give me that cum.”
As he was cumming I had another small orgasm. His was nowhere as strong as the first, but it had only been an hour since my pussy had milked every ounce from his balls. We took a quick shower, just enough to wash away the sweat and cum. In the bedroom daddy slipped my shirt over my head, removed my garter and stockings, got a pair of cotton panties and slipped them on. Sleep came upon us instantly.
Daddy was up first, having made coffee and some muffins. I followed my nose to the kitchen, walking like I had a stick up my ass. I pushed away dad’s paper and snuggled into his lap.
I spoke just above a whisper, “My pussy is sore, I think it’s bruised, I can hardly walk.”
“It will get better as the day goes on, as you move around it will feel better. Not enough to screw again, but well enough to not walk as you are.”
My little snatch was red and swollen, as the day went on I was walking with more ease. We talked about the night, about how it must be our secret and ours alone. I brought up moving away so we could live married and have babies.
“You’re really serious about this aren’t you Gail? What would we do about my business and the house? Where would we move to?”
“Can’t we sell both? You’ve had people wanting to buy your business for years, and our house is in a nice part of town. It would sell quickly.”
Dad was deep in thought before he spoke, “I’ll put out some feelers, but we must be very discreet. Where would we get a marriage certificate? I don’t want to leave the states either, so you my tender kitten need to put on your thinking cap. It needs to be somewhere with a climate similar to Indiana, I’m not a fan of real cold, or hot and humid.”
The week went quickly, I was healed enough that I was ready for more cock by Tuesday night. Daddy took a lot of time prepping me with foreplay, then he made slow sensual love to me. I loved it, having a massive orgasm after all the teasing.
Friday we were back at it, me on my tummy with my back arched as much as possible, pushing my ass and pussy up for deep penetration. He pounded my pussy like he hadn’t fucked in years. I squealed and enjoyed every thrust, both of us going over the edge together. Falling into exhausted sleep for the night.
The father/daughter dance was Saturday. We behaved ourselves on and off the dance floor. We held hands a lot, I held onto his arm when we weren’t holding hands. A comment was made about us being inseparable. Dad responded, “wasn’t this a father/daughter dance, why wouldn’t we be with each other?” I began my period that night, tummy hurting, hey held me most of the night.
Our sexual activity was kept to a minimum that week. Dad didn’t mind, it gave him an opportunity to recuperate. He was back in the saddle, but it had been awhile since he rode every day, so to speak. I kept telling him I had a surprise for him when my period was done. We’d been out for supper Saturday, danced at a little place down the street from the restaurant and headed home.
At home I wanted dad to give me a half hour and then come to the bedroom, where he would find his surprise. He should shower in the spare bedroom and be naked when he came to get his surprise. Having no idea what was going on dad complied with my wishes. He timed the shower to be finished at the 30 minute mark, dried off and sauntered down the hall.
The room was dimly lit, scented candles providing the only light. I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. As he approached I turned my ass toward him, he sucked in his breath, damn near swallowing his tongue in astonishment. In my ass was a butt plug with a tail attached. When he touched my hip, I shuddered.
“Daddy, this is the last hole to claim me as yours completely. Once you buttfuck me and dump a load of cum inside, I’ll belong to you entirely, you’ll own every hole I have for fucking. I’ve made sure I’m all clean inside, I’ve spread lube on the outside and inside of my butt hole, you just need to lube, take the plug out and put your cock in me.”
“Gail, I’ve always wanted to try anal, but never had. Here you are, my eighteen year old daughter, with a butt plug in her ass inviting me to fuck her.”
I had the camera set up, I wanted a picture with the plug in my ass. When it flashed I was smiling back at the camera with my most sultry, “come fuck me” look. Taking my fourth favorite picture.
Daddy climbed onto the bed. Placing his hands on my hips looking at me questioningly.
Ever so softly I spoke, “Do it daddy, I’ve researched it, I’m ready, make me your ass whore.”
He lubed his cock liberally, moved up close and gently removed the plug. My rectum remained open long enough for him to push the head in. A gasp from me stopped him. I looked back and nodded, it took several tries, but he finally bottomed out, his balls hitting my clit.
I moaned, “Oh so full, I love your cock inside me. My body was made for you to fuck daddy, do my ass.”
As tight as my ass was I knew dad wouldn’t last very long. He was pounding my ass and I was pushing back into him. As hard as he tried to hold back he was the first to cum, grunting like a wild animal, saying over and over again, oh fuck, oh fuck.
His cumming caused me to do so as well. It wasn’t as intense as my vaginal orgasms, but I figured with time and practice that would change. We climbed into the shower, letting the hot water beat down upon us. Neither of us said much beyond I Love You before we were under the covers, tucked in tight to the other.
“Daddy, did you like it?”
“Loved it baby, what possessed you to do that? I would have been happy without it.”
“I read awhile back how a man owns his woman when he’s taken her virginity in every way. That he feels she’s completely his and no other can have her. Even if that thought never crosses his mind, subconsciously it’s still there. I wanted you to own me, I wanted you in my ass. I used a set of different size plugs working up to the biggest, you can order anything on line. My butt is tingling, it wasn’t unpleasant for me, I couldn’t do it all the time, but I want to do it more if you do.”
“You’ve fulfilled another dream of mine. I always wanted to do anal, but never did until tonight, with me precious little girl.”
Sunday over breakfast dad brought up a subject we’d been avoiding.
“You need to start getting used to calling me Ed, or anything other than dad, or daddy. At least in public. If we’re truly going to move away and live as husband and wife, you can’t be calling me dad.”
“Can I still call you daddy in the bedroom? It turns me on to call you daddy when we’re having sex.”
“Sure, but you can’t let it slip outside the bedroom.”
As we lay in bed that night I told him about a place we could move and how to get a marriage certificate. Juneau, Alaska, dad protested saying he wasn’t going anywhere colder than Indiana. I explained that Juneau was below the mainland of Alaska along the Canadian west coast, the winters being comparable to Indiana’s. There were four seasons and summer temps were decent without the humidity.
Dad thought we should take a trip there and check it out, spring break was only a few weeks away. Then he asked about a marriage certificate, that was not going to be as simple. I told him one of my closest male friends at school was a super nerd, always doing something with computers and electronics. Always hacking into somebody’s system. He had confided in me a year ago that he could duplicate any state document presently being printed by the Indiana Commerce Division.
What my friend had told me beyond that blew me away. He had made a birth certificate and marriage certificate for his older brother and sister who were living as husband and wife. On top of that, my nerd friend was the byproduct of an aunt and his dad.
“I’ve talked with him a little, not revealing anything, but since I know his secrets, he can probably keep ours until we head out of state.” Dad was skeptical, but said he’d defer to my judgment.