Chapter 1 - She Loves Her Daddy (Father/Daughter)

Emily gave herself one last look in the mirror. Black mini-skirt, white button up opened at the top, and loose blue mini-tie. Her dark hair was incredibly long, down to her lower back, and today, she'd have it in a ponytail. She would never let it get long enough to cover her ass since it's incredibly big and she can tell how much men like looking at it - especially her dad.

Ever since her mom passed away when Emily was 8, her and her dad John have been very close. The relationship was purely a loving daughter and father for many years. On top of everything else, her dad was young for being the father of an 18 year old at 35, he's an amateur body builder, and he has a certain animal magnetism, an unwavering confidence that has made him a hunk in all of his Emily's friends' eyes. The final straw came recently when she stumbled into the bathroom and saw his massive piece.

It was time to stake her claim.

The high school senior grabs her small backpack and heads downstairs. Her father is up cooking breakfast, shirtless and wearing sweat pants, as usual. Her eyes watch every ripple of his muscular pecs and abs with lust. She starts to lose her nerve and instead of doing what she intended, she swallows and heads for the front door instead of the kitchen.

"Whoa, sweetie, I have eggs and toast for you," he calls out to her. 

Her stomach rumbled. If she left now, he'd certainly know something was up. She sighed and turned around to head back into the kitchen. Their table was small, only four chairs at it, and even that was a squeeze. Emily drops her bag on the floor next to her chair and takes a seat at the table. 

"Just wanted to get there early."

"Not without breakfast. Part of my job as dad and home owner is feeding my animals... I mean, children."

"I'm not a child anymore, you know."

He turns around from the stove and places the small plate of eggs and toast, complimented by orange juice, infront of her. For just a split moment, she could swear his eyes look her up and down, like a prey sizing up a mate. It was just a flash of something other than father/daughter love and Emily gets goosebumps.

"So you say. I'm still making breakfast though. Maybe you should make me something for dinner?"

Emily grins, "Maybe I will."

John prepares a plate for himself and also sits at the table. The conversation is mostly silent as they both enjoy their meals. Emily briefly talks about school and her friends and preparing for college. Once they're both done, John stands up and takes the plates to the sink to be rinsed and put in the dishwasher. Emily gets up, grabs her bag, and steels herself.

She approaches her dad and says, "Have a good day daddy, love you!" 

"Love you too," he turns to kiss her cheek and wraps his arms around her waist.

Emily was ready, however. She throws her arms around his neck and meets his lips with hers. The mouth kiss lasts one, two, three, four seconds. Just long enough for it to make things more uncomfortable. Her tongue was about to dive into his mouth until he separated the kiss. Emily didn't remove her arms from around his neck despite the kiss ending.

"You uh... better get going honey. Might be late if you wait any longer."

Emily sighs and says, "Yes, I know."

Reluctantly, she parts from him, turns, and heads for the door. Her dad gets one last look at her round ass under her skirt. The opening and closing of the front door echoes through the house. John drops the dishes in the dishwasher, moves over to the couch, and pulls his twelve inch cock out right away. It was rock hard and he's amazed he was able to hide it from her.

He begins to stroke his thick member very quickly, eager to achieve orgasm. Hell, he would have to if he wanted to avoid doing anything stupid.

I swear, it's almost like she's trying to turn me on. All I can think of now when I masturbate is her ass, her tits, her lips. And why the hell doesn't she have a boyfriend yet? For fucks sake, how many dad wants their girl to have a boyfriend?

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Unsatisfied with losing her nerve, Emily was already feeling sad about the day. She was supposed to grab his cock when he gave her the morning kiss. One way or the other, she had to change the way he views her. 

The rest of the day is laid back and passes by all too slowly for her. Emily turns down the recurring advances of jocks and others bold enough to hit on her. Her best friend, a goth girl named Tina, doesn't understand why she doesn't date someone. Rumors of her being a rug muncher persist, but remain unfounded since she hasn't dated any girls either. It was very difficult for any boy to meet the standards set by her amazing, hunk of a father.

When school ends and Emily eventually finds herself outside her house once more, she begins mentally conjuring another way to tempt her father. An idea comes to mind. Once inside, she sees her father must not be home yet and still at work. Emily quickly turns on the TV and checks the schedule.

Yes! Hockey night. He'll be drinking for sure. 

Emily does a little happy dance before she leaves it on that channel and heads straight upstairs to her room. She likes her outfit for her plan, but she removes her panties and bra, and instead puts on a black thong. It was basically a single thin strap barely covering her pussy. 

Satisfied with her changes, she heads downstairs and starts to think about dinner. Emily wasn't a great cook, but she did know how to make pancakes since it was her father's favorite food. For some reason, John was a big fan of breakfast foods for dinner. So, the high school senior gets to work. Pancakes with bacon and hashbrowns ought to do the trick. She spends most of the evening making sure the food is cooked the way he likes it and just as she starts putting out plates, the door opens and slams, signaling John's return.

"Somethin' smells good!"

"Yes! Pancakes, your favorite."

"Mmhmm."

He enters the kitchen and drops his suitcase and gymbag by the table. Some muscular men wear a suit well and others look like their bursting out of it. John was the latter. He walks over to his daughter and wraps his arms around her waist. His hands are a little lower then usual, just over the top of her ass. Emily kisses him again on the lips and the long mouth-to-mouth is slightly less awkward this time. She wiggles her crotch against his.

"Have a good day?"

"More or less. School was boring."

"Not much left at least."

Emily manages to sneak in another kiss with her father and his slacks start to get very tight. John breaks the hug and sits at the table. When Emily turns around, he re-adjusts his cock in his pants before she would see the tenting. 

The two of them enjoy another meal and delightful conversation about their day together. Emily pushes her dad about a woman he works with, Diana. Apparently, she was very attractive and his age. 

"No, she's not really my type."

"And what is your type? Muscular women?"

Emily pauses before saying, "Younger women?"

"I have the only young woman I'll ever need right here," he says as he reaches over and squeezes her hand. She blushes fiercely and her heart starts to beat like crazy.

Thankfully, the TV was still on and the sound of the hockey game starting caught his attention.

"Game's on. Care to join me? Or is this still the most boring thing ever?"

For the first time in her whole life, Emily said, "I'd love to watch hockey with you. I'll get you a beer, daddy."

He undoes his tie and removes his jacket, laying them out across the kitchen chair. John takes a seat on the couch and clears off the spot next to him. However, when Emily returns, she hands him the beer and sits on his lap. John's arms instinctively wrap around his little girl's waist as she buries her head underneath his neck. John was a tall man, standing around 6'5, and his daughter was about average for nearing 5'6. She always felt so safe and content in his grasp like this, but she had something else on her mind tonight.

The two sit like this for some time. John occasionally curses at bad calls and plays, while cheering at good ones. Persisting through all of this, she can very clearly feel his hard-on pushing against her ass. She no longer had any doubt: daddy wanted to bang his little girl. It's not long until he drinks more than one beer and his daughter decides to make her move.

Emily pivots on his lap and straddles his hips while facing him. John gives her a peculiar look.

"What're you up to?"

"Shh. I can feel your cock, daddy. And I want it. I've wanted it for awhile."

She begins slowly gyrating her hips forward and backward on his crotch. John swallows and says, "This is wrong, honey. You're-"

"I'm the only younger girl you'll ever need. You're so hot, dad. I want this so much. I love you."

Emily presses her lips against his and both take deep breaths, inhaling the other's scent in a way they never have before. His hands move up her back, rubbing and kneading her skin. Slowly, his rough hands move down until they get  close to her ass, but he stops.

Emily breaks the kiss in frustration and says, "Fuck, daddy. I'm so wet. Grab my ass, spank me, fuck me, fill me up! I'm your slut. Or are you too much of a pussy to take me like a real man?"

His daughter's insult combined with his rising tension and horniness was enough to break the last walls of mental resistance. He grabs her by the chin and angles her head upwards. John leans in and bites her neck, just hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to draw blood. After he marks her, he whispers into her ear, "Fine, I'll fuck you, and you'll be begging for more by the end."

His hands move under her skirt and squeeze and knead the massive cheeks of her ass. The flesh spills out from his fingers and Emily moans in pleasure. The two meet lips once again and finally, their lips part for their tongues. Emily's tongue is wrestled into submission by her father's much bigger tongue and his increased aggression. John's strong hands continue to play with her ass and he gives her a spank, earning a squeak of pleasure from Emily. Their passionate make-out session is broken up some time later by the goal horn from the hockey game on TV.

John glances at the screen before looking back at his daughter with a gaze of complete dominance.

"On your knees. My cock will split you open. The only lube you're getting is your own spit. So, start sucking, honey."

She smiles, "Yes, daddy," and drags herself off of his lap and the couch to her knees between his legs. She unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips his fly, and slides his pants down his legs. John lifts up from the couch to allow her to completely slide them off. The object of her desire comes into full view.

Completely hard and dripping precum is a cock as thick as her wrist and certainly a foot in length. She grabs it and it feels heavy in her hands. Emily decides to use both hands to start by stroking it and admiring it. She plants small kisses on his large testicles and at the base of the shaft. John groans and says, "Good job. You'll be doing a lot of this from now on. Now, take the shaft into your mouth, and watch your teeth, honey."

Emily nods and pushes the spongy head of his member past her lips. She attempts to push as much as she can down her throat at once and only gets about half of the meat stick inside before her eyes start to water and she has to pull off. The first half of the cock shines in the light due to her coat of saliva. She takes a few breaths and tries again.

She pushes the cock a little bit farther down her throat and gets a few more inches. Emily figures out to focus on breathing through her nose and it becomes a bit easier. She fits a few more inches, getting very close to the base, but once again, she starts to gag and pulls out.

John grabs her long ponytail and says, "Ambitious little slut. Start using your tongue more."

"Yes, daddy."

Emily tries to deep throat once more, tonguing the head of his cock and the shaft as the colossal phallus pushes down her throat. Her eyes wide open and her jaw stretched to its limits, she sees the last of his member disappear into her mouth. His balls make contact with her chin and if her father wasn't completely shaven down there, she'd feel long pubic hairs. Emily liked shaved though - it made blow jobs way more fun.

With a firm grip on her ponytail, John begins pulling her off of his cock. She holds the cock buried in her throat for almost a full minute as tears streak down her face before she finally pulls it out with a gasp. His entire cock was coated and dripping with her saliva. John had a wide grin and look of pleasure on his face.

"Good girl. Now that we've stretched your throat, let's work on your cunt."

He grabs her by her armpits and effortlessly lifts her into the air and back into his lap. John angles his cock underneath her and he discovers she's wearing a thong.

"Mmm, not bad. Next time, no underwear."

Emily nods hastily as she closes her eyes in pleasure. His cock was grinding against her snatch and she could hardly believe it. Her pussy was practically sopping wet at this point.

John grabs her by the chin again and forces her to look at him.

"I said, next time, no underwear. Understood?"

"Y-yes, daddy," she says through panting breaths.

He pushes the strap of her thong to the side and slides the head of his penis into her pussy. Emily can feel the pain of stretching from that alone. Despite this, she whimpers and says, "M-more!"

John pushes the first few inches of his shaft inside of her. The spit combined with her own femjuices made the penetration much smoother, but there was still some pain. About halfway inside, he stops and moves his hands to take off her shirt. Rather than waste time with things like buttons, John pulls the shirt open with ease and yanks it off of his daughter. No bra to hide her massive tits, the jugs come into full view. Despite being F cups, they were still quite perky since she was young. John grabs both breasts and holds them up to his mouth. He eagerly sucks and licks each nipple, covering her areolas in his spit. His hunger, his desire for these melons has only built up over the years. His rough hands squeeze her tits and Emily cries out in pleasure and impatience.

She pushes the remainder of his cock into her pussy by dropping onto his lap. Emily moans in mixed pain and ecstasy. His balls make contact with the bottom of her ass cheeks and she can hardly believe she's getting the daddy cock she's always wanted.

John rocks his head back and groans, "God, so tight. I'm gonna ruin you for other men, baby."

"I don't want other men! Shape my pussy to your cock, daddy!"

His hands move back down to her ass and John gets a firm grip before he begins bouncing his little girl up and down in his lap. Her ass, tits, and overall body ripples from the force. The panting and moaning combined with flesh smacking against flesh begin to overthrow the sounds of the hockey game on TV. His team was losing, but he had something much better infront of him right now: his daughter taking every inch of his cock.

"Fuck me, daddy!"

He gives her a loud spank and he feels her vaginal walls clench around him. 

"You slut, you're going to get real used to my cock."

He spanks her again and feels the same thing from inside of her. So, John decides to keep punishing his little girl's ass as his cock slides in and out of her at a rapid pace. Before long, both of her big fleshy butt cheeks are bright red with his hand prints. Neither gets tired or bored from nearly a half-hour of the repetitive motion of his dick pistoning in and out of his little girl's cunt. She was eagerly bouncing herself in time with his thrusts. She would practically launch in the air, unsheathing his cock completely except for the head, before she'd fall back down and feel his thick man meat split her open once again.

"I'm coming, baby!"

Emily wraps her arms around his neck and says, "Me too... Don't pull out! Fill me up with your spunk, daddy!"

Her long dark hair is a matted mess, having lost her hair tie some time ago, and it covers both of their faces as father and daughter reach orgasm. John groans loudly and hilts his big dick inside his little girl. Spurt after spurt of warm incestuous jizz fills his little girl's womb to the brink. Emily coos in pleasure from the warm and incredibly taboo feeling inside of her. The girl reaches her own orgasm and her vaginal walls practically milk his cock for every drop it can offer her snatch. She could swear he shot at least a quart of his baby-breeding ball batter into her love tunnel. Eventually, his half-limp cock slides out of her pussy. Following it is a trail of jizz that pours onto the hardwood floor. 

"Daddy, that was amazing... I never... I mean..."

She takes a deep breath and sits up to look him in the eye, "Can we make this work? I love you daddy. I don't want to be with anyone else."

He returns her gaze with a smile, "I love you too. And we will make it work."

John's hand reaches around to his cock and he begins stroking it back to hardness.

"You really mean that? Don't lie to me because you want to fuck me again."

"And if I was lying to you for that?"

She shrugs, "Well, at least it'd be one more great fuck."

He gets himself fully hard again and begins slapping his cock against her clit. Emily falls against his chest as she gets ready for another round. The tip of his cock slides easily into cum-slicked pussy.

As he starts to slowly thrust again, John says, "What about your brothers?"

Emily grins as she plants her hands on his chest and prepares to take over the work, "I'll handle them."