Amy's Birthday Gift

Ribbons of cum filled her as the orgasm overtook me. It was too much, I had never felt sex like this, my body was racked with spasms as I pumped her full of my seed, the very seed, in fact, that had created her. Amy's hands were on my hips, pulling me in deeper as she cried out.

The last few shudders passed through me. It was the most intense sex I had ever experienced, and I fell to the floor, spent. I watched as Amy looked down at her pussy, cum overflowing from it, with an odd curiosity, and she extended a finger along the leaking wetness, the mixture of our juices.

She brought the finger to her lips and savored it, an expression of delight on her face. She reached down a second time, smiling at me as she sucked that finger dry, too. She wants more, I realized with wonder. Well, teenagers were supposed to be full of energy, I supposed.

"Mmmm." She said, tasting our juices again, running a finger along the dripping mess draining from her pussy. She didn't want any of it to escape. Suddenly she was a flurry of activity, fingering herself, tasting herself, trying to get every last bit of cum that leaked out of her, as if she could never get enough of it. I felt myself hardening again. It wasn't like before, I was too spent to feel that sort of electric energy again so quickly, but the site of my daughter hungrily tasting our juices was enough to turn me on again.

She reached inside herself and managed to extract a large rivulet of cum, greedily sucking it from her fingers. "More... I want more." Amy managed, staring at my hardening shaft. I was too tired to stop her, and probably wouldn't have even if I wasn't. Her lips closed on my cock and began sucking. Whether or not she had been a virgin, I didn't know, but she had definitely done this before.

Her tongue trailed along the length of me, her lips sucking greedily at the juices still on my shaft. Her breasts rubbed against my legs, bouncing and bobbing with each movement. I could see her ass bouncing the air, and it wasn't long before I felt the pressure building within me.

I erupted into her mouth, and though I had already pumped a great deal of cum into her pussy, I still managed to fill her. I watched cum leak from the side of her mouth, but her finger was there to catch it, to save the precious juice. After the last drops had been squeezed from my cock, she bent upward, opening her mouth and showing me the great pool of cum within. The drops she drew along her tongue, as if she were savoring a great dessert. Her mouth closed, and she seemed almost reluctant to swallow it, as if enjoying the taste and the feeling of my seed.

With an air of finality, she swallowed it and licked her lips. It was clear she still wanted more.

"Tomorrow." I said, firmly.

"Does this mean I can just wear the t-shirt?" She smiled flirtatiously.

"No." I replied. She seemed stunned for a moment. "This means you wear nothing."

"Oh." She laughed.

"I mean it. You're my slut, princess." The contradiction didn't bother me in the slightest. She nodded happily. The old adage came to mind, then. Be careful what you wish for, I thought, you just might get it.

"Thanks, Dad. I mean... I always wanted to but..." Her voice trailed off. Her body shone with sweat and juices. The smell of sex wafted around us both, delicious and inviting. Her pussy was still wet, and she rubbed it, leaning over top of me, building herself up to another climax. It didn't take her long, and a gentle squirt, less intense than the first, covered my softening member. Not one to leave it in such a state, she drew her tongue along the length of it, her eyes shining with delight as she cleaned up her own mess. My daughter was a nymph, it seemed, absolutely insatiable.

My member stirred a bit, but it couldn't fully harden a third time in a row, and I gently pushed her off, after she had fully cleaned her juices from it.

She lay on top of me, her head laying on my chest, her breasts pressing near the tip of my softening shaft. I wrapped an arm around her and enjoyed our nakedness even as my mind swam with the consequences of what we had done.

We remained there for sometime as she dozed off. I was half-awake for a couple of hours, reliving the memories of what had just happened. There was wrong in this thing we had done, but there was a natural rightness too. Mutual attraction of that sort of ferocity couldn't really be buried. I tried to think of when I had first noticed her as a woman, and not as the little girl who helped me fix cars on the weekends. And I realized it had been her who had forced that notice upon me. She knew what the sight of her bra-less, bouncing breasts did to me. Those flashes of ass and panties were all designed to force the realization upon me. She was a sexy woman, and she wanted me.

That, alone, was no great shock. While I'm not a ladies man by any stretch, I've never had any great difficulty in attracting women. Perhaps it was confidence, perhaps it was the motorcycle, or perhaps it was my physical condition. Who could tell? But I had never expected such a thing from Amy. Maybe it was simply a case of women wanting what they couldn't have.

Amy. My daughter. My whore. My lover. Mine. The sight of her, the scent of her, awakened me again, and I felt my member stir again between her soft, full breasts. Had she planned it that way when she laid down on top of me? It certainly wouldn't have surprised me. Whatever else she might be, Amy was no dullard.

A smile was on her face as she woke up, awakened by the hardness pressing against her.

"More, Dad?" She cooed happily, leaning up and stroking my shaft gently.

Did I say that eighteen-year-olds have a lot of energy? I should have said they are inexhaustible. I suppose most parents find that annoying. I can only say I have a different perspective on the matter.


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As one can well imagine, life was never the same after that. We had to move, eventually, for relatively obvious reasons. After that, most people seemed to think of us as husband and wife, though there were always quirked eyebrows at our age difference. Nonetheless, I'd like to think I'm fairly young-looking, and it didn't really matter what other people thought, anyway.

What did become clear to me, however, was the reason Amy's rebellious phase had suddenly cut out. Instead of sneaking out and making trouble, she started doing her chores with regularity, offering massages, bringing me a beer now and again, and teasing me with occasional flashes of flesh and panty. Why she suddenly became attracted to me in that manner I'll probably never know. It wasn't something I did on purpose, and I doubt she even knows how it happened. She told me later that she had never really intended to act on it. She had been teasing me, certainly, but something had happened when that last, 18^th birthday spanking connected with her ass. She knew, then, that she had to have more. In retrospect, I really didn't have much chance of resisting her, but she didn't know that.

Of course, that wasn't really the last birthday spanking. And we definitely don't need that excuse anymore. She's naked at home most of the time, anyway, still following a command I gave her that first time. I won't say BDSM is entirely our thing, but she's definitely submissive and enjoys that line between pleasure and pain. And she's as ravenous a cum slut as I have ever known.

It isn't all about the sex, though. Deep down, she's still my little girl, and I love her. I have a hard time reconciling my memories of the sweet girl I raised with the sex fiend she grew into. In my mind, it's almost as if they are two different people. But when I see her pouting face, her quirky smile, I remember. She's my princess, and maybe there were more reasons than one when I chased off all the would be suitors through her teenage years.

Maybe, deep down, I knew it was just as she said. She was destined to be mine.