Crave: The Beginning

Author's Note: Crave, the original story, was supposed to be a stand alone submission but since I have received many requests for a continuance. I have written two more parts to this story. (You might want to read Crave after you read this segment of Lily and her father's story). Hope you enjoy. And as always, this story is a complete work of fiction and all characters are over the consenting age of 18.

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Situations of this type usually come with some warning—a sign or an indication of its imminence. I perceived none. I was taken completely by surprise, and I was clueless and unaware, my life has forever changed.

I'd just graduated from college. My father was very pleased and extremely proud, and his pride in all of my achievements was noted by all. Although, she put on a good show, mother was less enthusiastic. I'd hoped she'd truly be happy for me this one time, but was not surprised that she wasn't. I am accustomed to her indifference when it pertains to my life and accomplishments.

Father threw a graduation party for me. Our home was crowded with everyone we knew, and they were having a good time drinking and conversing, and congratulating me as I wandered around the house thanking those who came. Father remained by my side, hugging and kissing me constantly throughout the day. I didn't mind, I adored him and loved having his attention.

I didn't have a boyfriend or a lover—though I did try during my high school years to obtain one. For some unknown reason, their interest never went beyond our first date. By the time I got to college, I was too shy to approach the tall, muscular men I was attracted to. I believed I was too small to hold their attention.

Father and I have a close relationship. Some would argue too close, but I needed that closeness because, emotionally, I'd starve without it. I have never felt loved by my mother—whom I loved regardless—and I believed I never will. But my father's love eclipsed whatever she lacked; making it easy for me to accept whatever affection she gave me. He fed and satisfied my need for it.

He held me close as we talked to our guests. My heart quickened as I gazed into his handsome face. I understood my friends' eager questions about his life, and the teasing remarks they made about stealing him away, if they got the chance. I knew they spoke in jest, but I suspected that if he encouraged any one of them, in any way, they'd do exactly that.

He was forty, but looked thirty-five. He was a devilishly handsome man with brilliant green eyes and a body that would make a younger man insanely jealous. He was tall, muscular and well proportioned. I loved holding on to his arm and feeling the strength in him. He's dark and sexy, and if he were not married to my mother, I think he'd have lots of women breezing in and out our lives.

The party went on till late in the evening and, although I was grateful for everyone's good wishes, it had been a long day, and I was exhausted.

I found a chair out of the way, and sat down to close my eyes for a time. I fell asleep within moments, only awakened when my father picked me up in his arms to carry me to my room.

I glanced around the empty rooms in surprise. "Has everyone gone?" I asked sleepily.

"Yes, darling," he answered in a low voice.

"I wanted to thank them for coming." I murmured.

"They understood."

"Where's mother?" I yawned, laying my head on his chest.

"She drove Jeff home." He said, kissing my forehead.

"Oh." I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy being held in his strong arms.

He carried me into my room and placed me on the bed. I thought nothing of his removing my shoes and rubbing my feet, and, nothing of his helping me pull off my sweater, but when he began to unbutton my blouse, I caught his wrists in my small hands. "I can do it." I said, bashfully.

"I'll help you." He said, easily freeing himself from my hold.

"But, I don't need you to—oh!" I gasped, surprised when he suddenly wrenched my blouse open. I had not worn a bra so my breasts were automatically exposed. Mortified, I quickly covered them with me hands.

"Don't hide from me, Lily." He pulled my hands away, revealing my small round globes to his gleaming eyes.

I didn't understand him. I thought surely I'd heard him wrong and I immediately sought to bring things back to normal between us. "I-I can finish—" but the remainder of my words were never uttered, because his mouth had covered mine. He kissed me as if I were a woman he desired to... fuck.

Shock rendered me motionless within his grasp, not only from the unexpectedness of his kiss, but also from the instantaneous stiffening of my nipples, and the embarrassing gush of wetness between my legs as something akin to fire shot through my veins.

Unwilling to feel these things with him—never with him—I wrenched my mouth from his, and pushed at his immovable shoulders. "Stop, stop... What are you doing?"

"Claiming what's mine." He responded, burying his face in my neck.

"Claim? You can't—what do you mean?" I asked, unsure and unwilling to process his meaning.

"I'm going to fuck you, Lily."

My mouth opened in disbelief, and he used the opportunity to plunge his tongue in, over and over again, claiming my tongue as his, forcing me to do the same. And, god help me, the kiss was unbelievable. I was lightheaded with desire byy the hot, sweet taste of him.

My mind was sluggish and slow, not functioning as it should, yet, I persisted in trying to process what was happening between us. There was no way to avoid his scorching mouth, no matter how strongly I sought to break free of him. I was desperate to escape the illicit lust awakening within my body.

"No, don't do this, please... " I cried, fearfully. "You can't do this."

He quickly removed the remainder of my clothing, leaving me naked and trembling, and aching for the unknown. Motionlessly, he stared at me; his feverishly bright eyes were distinctly predatory as they raked over my body.

The look in his eyes...? I've seen it before, but I'd mistakenly believed it to be familial love—a father's protective love for his daughter. Does blindness make me guilty? Have I unknowingly fed his lustful fantasies? Am I to blame for what he's doing now? I can't be. I've never in my wildest dreams imagined he'd do this... but I should have. I should have known. I should have seen. If I had, I might have avoided what would soon become all I thought about... all I lived for.

"Lily," he wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my chest, "I want you, baby..."

"No..." I gasped, tugging on his hair.

"I want to taste you, baby..." he groaned, licking the valley between my breasts, and then sucking my taut nipples into his mouth.

I whimpered, ashamed of my wet, clenching pussy. I can't really want this. I thought. I don't want him like this. "No!" I began to struggle against him in earnest, grabbing a hands full of his hair to yank his mouth off of my aching nubs. "No, you can't—"

He stared into my tearfully bewildered blue eyes, "This is going to happen, Lily. I can't wait any longer, baby. I need you now." He peeled my hands from his hair and pushed me down upon the bed, I shook my head in denial as he held them captive above my head. He kissed me tenderly, nipping gently at my quivering lips while one of his strong hands roamed freely over my trembling body. My nipples hardened to painful peaks as his hand skimmed over them, I groaned as his mouth followed the same burning path. My hips rose against my will in silent invitation. He growled at the small telltale movement, then slid his hand down to my pussy to answer the unspoken call.

"Baby, you're so slick and hot..." he moaned as his thick fingers slipped between my swollen folds, circling and sliding around and around, then pressing down on my clit. I gasped and instinctively opened my legs wider for him.

"That's it, darling, open for me..." he slid a finger into my pussy

Pussy juice soaked his hand as he slowly finger fucked me. . I panted harshly as he moved in and out of me. I was on the brink of something strange and wonderful when he suddenly stopped his ministrations, and captured my lips in a hard kiss. "Oh, my darling, my Lily, you're untouched." He sighed against my lips. "You're all I hoped for, baby..."

His possessive gaze held mine as his fingers began fucking me again, this time with more restraint. He did not want to pierce the thin membrane proclaiming my innocence. He would save that boon for his cock.

I began to quake as that wonderful feeling returned, and in that moment, I stopped thinking of the right and wrong of what we were doing. I had to know what this delicious burning in my pussy would lead to. I willingly moved with him.

"Yessss...." he breathed, kissing my sweaty brow tenderly as I came, "look at what you gave me, love...," he showed me his soaking hand. "I've hungered for this, baby..."

Watching him suck cum off his hands brought me back to my senses. "Please... don't do this. You don't have to do this. We can stop now."

He ignored my pleading words and quickly removed his clothes. His fiery gaze explored every curve and swell of my small body, he made me ache. "There's more, Lily."

He got on the bed and took me in his arms, we both hissed as our naked flesh met for the first time. I loathed myself for that revealing slip, I didn't want to love the way his big, heavy body felt against mine or how strong he was or how hard and hot he was or... how delicate and desired I felt in his arms. "Oh god..." I moaned.

"Yes, I agree, baby, we're good together, aren't we, darling." He whispered thickly. "I knew we would be, Lily... I've always known."

I was ashamed. But shame did not prevent my pussy from clenching when his wet dick touched my quivering stomach—shame did not keep my pebbled nipples from seeking the friction of his muscled chest against mine, My body's treacherous response caused me to panic because I was losing the war within me.

"Don't..." I said, fearfully. I was afraid. I was afraid I wanted to touch that hot, throbbing thing resting against me.—afraid I wanted in me.

"Shh, Lily, let me love you."

He kissed me hungrily, clutching me tightly against him, his hard hands glided up and down my back, stroking me, squeezing my ass and caressing my trembling thighs. He left trails of fire on my undulating body; I was overwhelmed by sensations which were totally alien to me. Deep, down, I wanted this to go on forever, but it's wrong to even think that. We should not be together like this. "Please, don't —"

"You're so beautiful, baby... so beautiful... " He sucked my nipples, ravenously laving my straining peaks one after the other.

I clutched his huge arms, intending to push him away but... I was unable to follow through. I gave in to the need to rub my dripping pussy against his cock. "Oh, no, no...." I panted weakly.

"Yes, baby, yes..." He rasped, hoarsely.

He placed one of my legs over his hip, and positioned himself at my seeping hole. "I won't be gentle, Lily." He growled as he speared his huge cock into my virginal hole. The unexpected pain rendered me breathless as his fat dick demolished my maidenhead.

I shook uncontrollably in his tight embrace while he calmed me with whispers and soft kisses. "Shhh... baby, shhh... the worst is over, my love. I promise."

He began to fuck me with deliberate, unhurried strokes. In and out, slow and deep. Pain diminished and boiling lust took its place. I was so sopping wet that he fucked me with ease.

I tried—I honestly wanted to be angry, and I knew I should fight him—I wanted to... but the deep, sleek glide of his dick was too amazing, and I gave in to it... I gave in to him... I gave in to the unbelievably heady feeling of his cock. So hot... so thick... so hard... and, oh god... so good... I couldn't deny myself this, and, in that moment, I didn't want to.

I held on to him as his big dick stroked me, eagerly meeting his every thrust with shameful abandon. And I was rewarded as my body began to shake, and my pussy began to quiver. I held on to him, I wanted to experience it all.

He licked my lips in encouragement. "That's it, love, cum... cum for me, Lily," I had no choice but to do as he bid. Ecstasy surged through me as I exploded; desperately gasping for air as my pussy spasmodically seized him, generously raining hot cream on his thrusting cock.

"Ohhh....baby....oh god, baby... yes... yes...." he groaned harshly as his dick jerked hard within me, spraying me with his warm, fertile seed.

My mind cleared as his amazing warmth filled me. "Oh, no...no, no, no..." I cried, anxiously. Though I feared the repercussions of his seed entering my womb, I couldn't stop my pussy from greedily milking him, drawing all that he gave within me. I was a slave to my pussy, moving on his cock until the last delicious spasm passed through my body.

Moments later, I lay silent and trembling against him. I was embarrassed, ashamed and stunned by what I'd allowed. Yet, the feel of his hard, sweaty body against mine had me yearning for more.

His beautiful eyes sought mine. But I lowered my eyes to avoid looking into his. He caressed my hair, my cheek and softly kissed my lips. "Soon, Lily, " he said in a deeply passionate voice—obviously moved by our incestuous act, "soon, I will know your body as well as my own."

"No, I—no, no you won't...." I whispered tensely, "I won't do this again—"

He placed his finger against my lips to silence me, and then he kissed me softly as his big hand cupped my pulsing pussy. "Let me take care of you, love."

I balled my fists to tamp down the lust that was beginning to rise within me once more.

"Don't move." He said, climbing off the bed.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief when he entered the bathroom, leaving me alone with my tumultuous thoughts. What's wrong with me? How could I have allowed myself to do those things with him? How could I have liked it? I squeezed my thighs together as my treacherous pussy remembered and hungered for more.

I pounded the bed in angry determination. "No!" I hissed "I don't care what he says, I won't do it again!

I was resolute. I would tell him when he came back.

But I forgot my decision as soon as he appeared. I didn't notice the thick cloth he held in his hand. My eyes were glued to his body—his tall, tanned, muscular body. I'd never seen him entirely without clothes before. Glimpses of his chest and legs during the summer did not prepare me for the gut wrenching experience of seeing him completely unclothed. My cheeks reddened and my heart began to race as I stared at him.

He smiled knowingly, delighted with my telltale reaction to his nakedness. He instructed me to sit up. I did, and was immediately entranced as I came face to face with the thing that had just given me such mind-numbing pleasure.

It remained tall and proud before my eyes. It was huge and fat, blood-filled veins popped out from its satiny smooth surface, the big helmet leaked semen from its slit as it twitched and throbbed enticingly—enticing me.

Curious at its texture, I licked my lips and leaned in closer. It jumped out towards me and I jerked back in surprise, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was... beautiful.

He grabbed his cock and rubbed the wet head against my lips. "Taste me..."

I licked my lips, and then, tentatively, licked his knob and was delighted by the sweet taste and the soft velvety feel of it. I wanted to suck the whole thing into my mouth, I wanted him to fill my mouth with this delectable juice, but when I happened to glance up into his face and saw his knowing smile, I quickly flopped back onto the bed, covering my hot face with shaking hands. I was mortified by this new treacherous act against myself. Am I so gone, that I would consider sucking his dick?

"Lily," he whispered. I turned away from him. "Someday you will gladly suck my cock." I heard a smile in his voice as he spoke

"No, I won't"

"You will, love." He said with conviction.

Shaking my head, I looked at him. "I won't—"

"Shhh..." He said while trying to pull my thighs apart. "Open for me, darling."

I shuddered as his husky voice sent delicious chills down my spine; my legs fall open for him.

"You have a beautiful pussy, baby, so wet... so silky and plump... so very appetizing."

I didn't want to listen to his arousing words—or feel his seducing touch—or burn under his greedy lustful gaze. But I did.

He intended to use the cloth on me himself—that was too much for me. "What are you... no, don't... I-I'll do it—" I tried to take it away from him but he ignored any attempts at modestly on my part, and placed the cloth on me. The coolness felt good against my heated pussy, and I was grudgingly thankful he'd thought of it.

He gently wiped away my virginal blood and our mixed juices. The soft circular motions were highly relaxing and... titillating.

"Lily."

"Yes."

"You belong to me now."

"What? No—" I thought it would be just this one time—a mistake on his part—a deranged moment of uncontrollable passion. He can't mean it. "No, I'm not. I'm not yours. Not like this..." I whispered, horrified.

"But you are, baby," he said huskily as he got on his knees between my legs, "you've always been mine." And then he was licking my pussy.

Because I was not prepared for the suddenness of this new attack, I instinctively grabbed his head and pressed my pussy against his mouth. He chuckled softly, pleased by my helpless response. He sucked my clit, then he swirled his tongue between my folds, licking, sucking and dipping inside my honeyed hole. I didn't want to be secretly thrilled by the animalistic grunts he made as he devoured me, but it couldn't be helped. My heart beat loudly in my ears as an orgasm gripped me, and I held him snuggly against my pussy while he sucked gooey juice from my pulsating hole.

I was still shaking when he enfolded me in his arms. He took my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. "I have much to teach you, Lily. In time, I will lay claim to every inch of your sweet little body, darling." he said thickly.

My heart pounded as my mind called up all manner of sexual situations we'd get into, and in every one of them I saw myself begging him to fuck me. "No, I told you... I-I won't, I won't—ever again."

His eyes blazed. I expected him to spew out angry words, instead, his mouth captured mine in a hard, and deeply sensual kiss, silencing any protests I'd make, and successfully relighting the fires within me.

"Did you think I'd stop now that I have tasted you... now that I have felt your tight walls squeezing my cock?" He asked, intensely. "I will have more of you, Lily, much... much more,"

"Oh god...." I gasped as he sucked my needy nipples, I arched up into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist as I rubbed my drenched pussy on his engorged dick.

"Get on you knees, Lily." He said, panting harshly.

I got to my knees and waited—shaking and so hungry for him.

He let out a harsh growl as he squeezed and kneaded my ass, separating my cheeks to kiss and lick my anus. "Mmm... soon, baby, soon..." he promised as his tongue darted in and around my anus and pussy, over and over again.

I buried my face in the pillow, ashamed of the juice gushing out of me as he did this, and just as I was about to cum, he stopped moved closer to me, and then drove his cock into my saturated pussy, gripping my hips in a punishing hold as he rammed his dick home.

I pressed back against him, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into me. I was shaking uncontrollably and my arms were about to give out. I whispered,weakly. "I-I can't— I'm going to—"

He realized my predicament. "Lie down, baby."

As I sank down on the bed, he followed, completely covering me with the hard length of his body. I shivered as his big, hot body made contact with mine. I loved having his heaving chest against my back, his powerful arms possessively encaging me, his muscled thighs against my softer ones, and his enormous, throbbing cock sliding in and out of my hungry pussy.