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I never intended to write this chapter. That being said, after discussing the series with my beta-reader, Monagamous_Now, I learned that he’s one of the many who wanted to see Sara hook up with her father.
MN edits, proofs, and reads everything I write… and has for a while now. He provides critical feedback to me on what most readers want. I’ve lost track of how many stories he’s helped with. At this point, I seriously don’t think I could do it without him. On the days when the comments have me considering throwing in the towel, he’s the Jiminy Cricket that tells me to “fuhgeddaboudit” in the voice of Robert De Niro. He’s the reason I’m still writing.
So… here it is – Sara’s story.
There IS most definitely incest in this chapter – hot, steamy, feral incest – driven by years of denial.
You have been warned.
I consider this to be an alternative ending to the Reluctant Daddy series. If you haven’t read those chapters, don’t blame me when you don’t know what’s going on.
Not so random movie quote: “I’ve got seven kids. The three words you hear most around my house are ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’, and ‘I’m pregnant’.”
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~~~ Christmas Eve ~~~
My grandson, Max, was two years old. He and the rest of the littles were in their beds – scattered throughout the Moore House. They had visions of sugarplums – and a fat man with a giant bag of toys bursting at its seams – dancing in their heads.
I (and one or two elves) had already assembled every single item that needed to be put together before Christmas morning. All of the batteries had been purchased and every gift that required them had been loaded, tested, and re-wrapped. We were ready for the big day.
The squeals of joy and peals of laughter that rang through our massive home on Christmas were one of the things that made my heart swell. There is almost nothing in the world that competes with that.
There is, however, one thing…
All eight of the children’s’ mothers had made very certain that we would not be disturbed this evening. They had informed me that we were going to have “adult time” before bed. They had warned me that it was going to get loud and that we would need a lot of paper towels and wet-wipes. My balls were aching just thinking about it.
The fact that they had all refused to sleep with me the night before didn’t help. In my house, I never sleep alone. I was so horny that I’d even been tempted to go see if Meghan’s mom might like some company.
Christmas Eve Day, the house had been a flurry of activity – last-minute preparations, baking, and looking for hidden gifts that we’d forgotten where we’d hidden them. I cannot tell you how many women – at some point during the day – “accidentally” brushed some part of their bodies against my cock – or their lips against my neck – or their fingers through my hair – or across my chest – or ass – or thighs. Fuck!
I was strung tighter than a banjo.
I was sitting in my recliner. There was a half-empty tumbler of Jack and Coke in my hand. Sara had brought it to me – no doubt realizing that I needed something to steady my nerves – and get me to quit thinking about how overloaded my balls were.
As I sat there, each of my lovers arrived and took their favorite seats. There were lusty looks on each of their faces – including Zoey’s and Erin’s – whose husbands (from what I’d been told) had been sent off to the strip-club to keep them out of our hair. The flames in Zoey’s eyes had my cock trying to chew its way through the cloth of my underwear and shorts to escape. Erin (my little Angel) nibbled her lip and gave me a doe-eyed look that had my balls aching painfully.
I set my drink on the end table beside my chair.
I heard movement and looked up to see my long-legged brown-haired little girl, Sara, strutting into the room wearing the cherry-red lifeguard’s uniform that she’d had on that fateful weekend that brought all of these women into my life – and bed.
Her body had filled out and matured in the years that she’d worked for Great Scott HVAC – and with the pregnancy and birth of my beautiful grandson. Thinking about his flame-colored locks had me looking at Zoey again, thinking about how she claimed to be the one who’d gotten Sara pregnant.
Distracted by thoughts of the redhead, my eyes skipped over the sight of the high heels that my daughter was wearing. They matched the swimsuit perfectly and accentuated her long legs and tight butt in ways that no father should talk about.
Sara slid onto my lap and the supple skin of her leg and thigh – from her knee to her ass – slid across the very obvious swell in my pants – eliciting a sharp hiss from my lips.
“Sara!” I gasped.
Her hips hadn’t spread much over the years – even after giving birth to Max – none of the girls’ really had. They all still had tight little butts that were kept toned by regular exercise and by wearing heels most of the time. I’d had to pointedly look away from Sara’s rounded rump on multiple occasions. It was konya escort far too tightly tempting for a father to gaze at.
That same taut ass bumped over my tented groin and I swear she sighed as the head of my prick settled into the bottom of her firm butt – into the gap created by her thighs and her taint.
“Sara!” I gasped louder. “You need to…”
She looked into my eyes and I swear she wriggled on my tent-pole. When the rest of the women – including Meghan’s mom – chuckled or giggled – I looked around at their faces in surprise.
“Daddy,” Sara said breathily – dragging my attention back to her face.
She leaned forward, placing her elbows on my chest, wrapping her wrists around my neck, and stroking her fingertips into my hair, across my neck, and at the edges of my ears.
Red alert! We are at DEFCON 4!
Sara and I often touched and cuddled. I loved “our” time. She was my rock. When her mother had passed, we had become totally dependent on each other. I loved being able to curl into her hug and just relax – or cry. I loved being able to give her those things as well when she was missing her mom.
This though – these touches – these were not the caresses of a daughter. We were moving into dangerous territory.
My eyes widened and I looked up into her face – into her eyes.
“Daddy,” she said quietly – softly.
She was breathing heavily.
“I need you, Daddy,” she said.
“I need you, too, Babygirl,” I said.
She gently shook her head.
“Daddy, I’ve needed you for a long time now – but I’ve tried to deny those feelings – to suppress them.”
She looked around – at the faces of my lovers.
“The girls know – even April – and Marcie. They’ve tried to help me.”
I studied her face, trying to figure out what it was that she needed.
“Daddy, you’ve never told me ‘no’.”
I shook my head.
“I… I need you, Daddy,” she said again, “and I’m hoping that you won’t tell me ‘no’. Please don’t. I need you.”
She laid her head on my shoulder. I started to wrap my arms around her – to hold her – but her lips pressed themselves against my neck. She kissed my neck – then she licked it. I latched my fists and fingers onto the arms of my chair.
DEFCON 3!
Her kisses moved – millimeter by millimeter – up my neck, around the edge of my jaw, and worked – millisecond by millisecond – toward my mouth. Then she stopped.
She raised her face up, looked straight into my eyes, pursed her lips, and leaned forward.
I felt a knot of air catch in my throat, halting my breath.
I couldn’t stop looking into the eyes of my little girl as her mouth approached mine.
She stopped – with a hair’s breadth between our lips touching. I could feel the heat of her supple lips radiating against my own.
“Daddy,” she whispered, “I need you.”
She stared into my eyes as her lips touched mine. Like a fluffy feather settling to the ground – the softness of them overwhelmed me.
She pulled back to where she’d just been, her face filling my vision. She glanced down at my lips – which I think were quivering – and then kissed me again – this time just a bit harder.
She pulled back, looked at my lips again, and then kissed me harder.
And then harder.
And then harder.
There was a pout on her lips this time. I hadn’t returned her kiss – any of them. It had been all her. This was foreign to me. Amazing – but unimaginable – I was still in shock.
Sara stood to her feet and looked down at me.
“Daddy,” she said. “Tonight, I don’t want to be your little girl. Tonight, I want to be your woman.”
She stared into my eyes as she used her fingers to push the left shoulder strap of her swimming suit to the side, down her arm. She reached to the other side and pushed that one down as well. Her shoulders were bare and the thrill of that thought sent a jolt through my cock. The top of her swimsuit was only held in place by the fullness of her breasts. Breastfeeding Max had swelled them from little more than A-cups to almost C’s.
Sara reached her arms across her body, hiding her breasts from my view for a moment, and then she began tugging the top of her suit down further. I swallowed the lump in my throat as more and more of her tit-flesh was revealed to me. Her areolas appeared next, dark brown and so forbidden that I had never even glimpsed them before. The material of her suit caught on her nipples and I suddenly realized that they were stiff – and so big – nearly as big as Carla’s.
The suit snagged on my little girl’s nipples and then – as she pulled again – finally snapped free. Suddenly those gorgeous mommy mounds appeared in their fullness. I found that I couldn’t look away. My daughter’s breasts – her tits – were hanging in front of my face – and I couldn’t look away.
Her fingers continued to pull at her body-covering and the suit slid easily for a time – exposing her flat stomach, her cute belly button, and her chiseled abs.
I looked up konyaaltı escort into her eyes – my daughter’s eyes. Her mouth was smiling – but tentative. Her eyes were pleading – and filled with a desire that I had never seen before.
Her fingers moved again – tugging the tight cloth around the swell of her hips. My eyes dropped to the gorgeous flesh that was continuing to be revealed. I was enthralled.
My little girl could not be offering – asking – what she had said. This was my baby.
My baby had her tits hanging out and was looking at me with lust in her eyes. My fists were still gripping the arms of my recliner. I was hanging on for dear life.
I couldn’t look away as her fingers continued to pull her suit down. Some shameful part of me wanted to see, wanted to touch, wanted to taste. I felt my cock pulse.
My eyes followed the creases in her body between her stomach and her thighs – where they sloped towards her crotch – as Sara offered me more and more of her flesh to ogle. As her pubic mound came into view, I suddenly realized that it was bare. A half-inch above the start of her slit – there was a tattoo that said “Daddy” in stylized script.
Her fingers stopped and I looked up to see her nibbling her bottom lip.
“Will you tell me ‘no’, Daddy?” she asked.
I looked at her for a long moment.
Her body was beautiful – that wasn’t the problem. In fact, that had often been a problem for me. With so many wanton, willing women in my house, it was hard not to pat or touch every ass that walked by me. Only the fact that one of those asses was Sara’s – and then that the kids had begun coming out of the woodwork – did we not all still run around the place naked.
I looked back to my daughter’s face. She was still waiting on my answer.
Would I tell her ‘no’? Could I? No.
I shook my head.
Sara worried her lower lip again and her fingers worked at getting her suit over the last hurdle – the width of her hips and thighs.
The swimsuit pooled at her feet as soon as her fingers released it. I looked from her ankles, up her body, to her face – devouring every inch of skin that I had – up to this point – always avoided admiring.
She kicked her suit away and dropped to her knees.
Her palms and fingers gripped my knees – and then chased their way up my thighs – as her gaping maw zeroed in on the bulge in my shorts.
Her mouth hovered over my cock-knob and she looked up into my eyes. Her breasts were on my lap and her nipples were poking into the tops of my legs.
“I’ve wanted this, Daddy, for so long. I’ve tried to deny myself – to stay your perfect little girl – but I can’t do it anymore. I need Daddy’s dick. I need it inside of me. I’ve seen you fuck so many of my friends. I’ve watched you pound this cock into them. I’ve heard their lusty moans and their satisfied sighs and I’ve wanted all of those things for myself.”
I swallowed the saliva that had pooled in my mouth.
“I’m going to have you, Daddy. I’m going to be yours, fully, and you are going to be mine. I’m not going to be your little princess anymore. I’m going to be Daddy’s naughty little girl. Daddy’s slutty little cocksucker. Daddy’s little whore. Daddy’s cum-addicted nymphomaniac. I’m going to take your cock in every one of my holes. You’re going to fuck me until you cum, change holes, and then start again. You’re not going to stop until I pass out. When I wake up, I’ll fall on my knees, take your cock between my lips, and beg you to start all over again.”
I looked into those eyes, not knowing what to say.
“Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes, baby?”
“Tell me that you want me,” she said. “Tell me that you need me the way I need you.”
I gulped down a breath of air, looking into her face, struggling with the emotions warring inside of me.
“I’ve… I’ve erected a wall,” I said.
Her expression turned sad. I caught her chin and brought her head back up – and her eyes to mine.
“I’m willing,” I said. “I’m willing to let you tear that wall down. I didn’t kiss you – when you were kissing me – but I loved those kisses.”
“Did you, Daddy?” she asked.
“Those kisses made my cock throb and my balls ache, Babygirl,” I told her.
“I made Daddy’s dick hard?” she asked, her eyes blazing a little more.
“Hard as steel, Baby,” I replied.
“You want me too, Daddy?” she asked.
“My body does – my body wants you so so badly. My brain’s still fighting though,” I told her.
“I love you, Daddy,” she purred.
“I love you, too, Pumpkin,” I said.
“I’m going to suck your dick now, Daddy,” she told me.
“I want to tell you ‘no’, Baby,” I said.
“But you can’t?” she asked.
“My penis REALLY likes the idea of my little girl’s lips being wrapped around it – of her mouth sucking it – of it’s head pressing against the entrance to her throat and firing jet after jet of my sticky spend down my little girl’s esophagus – filling her naughty tummy with semen.”
“I’ve korfez escort been practicing, Daddy,” she assured me. “You can wrap my hair in your fist and fuck your cock down my throat and fill my tummy with your seed. I’ll be the best little cock-sucking cum-slut ever.”
“Fuck, baby!” I gasped.
Her fingers caught the bottom hems of the legs of my shorts and pulled. I raised my hips to help. Soon, the shorts were down my legs, off of my ankles, and thrown to the side.
Next, she gripped my boxer-briefs and those quickly followed my shorts. She wrapped her hands behind my knees and pulled me forward until my ass was halfway hanging off of the seat of my recliner.
I was tempted to complain that this would hurt my back – but her arms went behind hers, her wrists crossed, and her lips wrapped around the head of my prick. She looked into my eyes and slowly moved her nose forward – further and further – taking more and more of my dick into her mouth – until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
The entire length of my cock was buried within my little girl’s mouth and throat – and she’d never hesitated or gagged. She swallowed twice and the sweet tension – up and down the length of my cock – threatened an impending cataclysmic end. Her tongue snaked out and swiped across my ball-sack.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
She pulled off of me, stood, and offered me her hand. I took it and she brought me to my feet. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and peeled it off of me, leaving me wearing only my socks. I removed those as well.
Sara moved back a step, kicked off her heels, and then dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Wrap my hair around your fist and fuck my throat until you cum,” she ordered.
“It won’t take long, Babygirl,” I told her. “You all have me primed.”
“We’ll make sure you’re a withered husk by morning,” she promised.
I noticed the rest of the heads in the room nodding. There was no surprise on their faces. They seemed to all be well aware of what was coming.
I pulled Sara’s hair into a ponytail and held it in my fist. She opened her mouth and gave me a look that I never thought I’d see in my little girl’s eyes. That look turned into one of pure lust as I slid my cock between her lips. She raised her face a little more – aligning her throat with her mouth – and then gave me a wink.
I moaned as I slid my cock through my little girl’s mouth and into the glorious tightness of her throat.
I looked down – to see if she was okay – and she swallowed, purring.
“Fuck!” I gasped, the feeling (up and down my cock) nearly ending me.
I pulled back and then stroked my aching dick into her esophagus once more. No reaction. I slid out – and in again – and then again.
As I bottomed out this time, she swallowed. I pulled out, pushed all of the way in again, and she swallowed once more. The stimulation was driving me crazy. The tightness of her throat was electrifying. The suction – when she swallowed – was ball-wrenching.
I slid out – and in again – and she swallowed. Again. And again.
“Sara!” I warned.
I slid out – and in once – then twice. The second time, the tsunami of my climax overwhelmed me. I found myself pulling on my daughter’s ponytail, trying to keep my balance, as my balls exploded and blast after blast of my semen shot down my cock and launched itself towards my little girl’s stomach.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” I heard Meghan moan. As usual, her fingers had shoved the crotch of her shorts and panties to the side and the first three digits of two of her fingers were buried in her sopping cunt.
Sara swallowed a half-dozen times – reminding me about where my dick was currently buried. Once she was satisfied that she wasn’t getting anything else to come out of my cock, she pulled off of me. She stood, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me like a lover – not a daughter.
She grabbed my hands, moved them to her ass, and then kissed me again. I gripped her taut ass-globes in my fingers and finally kissed her back.
“Yes… Daddy,” she purred. “Kiss me again. I need this… I need you.”
I left my left hand on her ass. My right went to her naked breast. I fondled it and squeezed it – and ran my thumb over her stiff nipple, rubbing it harshly.
She moaned into my mouth and her kiss grew more heated. Her body moved against mine. Her hips and crotch bumped against my body – found my growing prick – and worked to build more and more friction between us.
She leaned back and looked at me.
“We’re moving to your bedroom,” she informed me. “Since Zoey and Erin need to finish their turns before their husbands get back, they will go first. You and I are going to give each of our lovers a good, hard orgasm.”
April cleared her throat. I looked at her.
“As soon as you get recharged and are ready to cum, we’ll swap out and Sara will ride your cock until you fill her. The goal is to get her so full of your jism that she can’t hold it inside anymore. At that point, one or more of us may volunteer to help deal with the overflow.”
She smirked and looked around at the other faces. I did too. Meghan, of course, was nodding enthusiastically. My cock twitched when I noticed that Carla and Zoey looked like they were eagerly looking forward to it as well.
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