I [HEART] Intercourse PA

"Amanda," I said, "I love you dearly. You know that. I'd give my life for you. But I don't know that I can live with myself if I have sex with you."

"It won't be 'having sex,' Daddy -- that's the mistake I made with Trey. It will be 'making love.' And I'm looking forward to your unselfishness with me in every OTHER way getting translated into the BEDROOM."

"Oh, brother!" I thought, "what kind of mess have I gotten myself into?" My resistance was weakening. I truly did love her. And, when I thought about it honestly, I truly did want to make love to her.

She sensed my hesitation. Her grip tightened around my cock, and she began gently stroking me through the fabric. "Careful, sweetie," I said, "you don't want to make me spurt in my pants."

She smiled. "No, I'd rather have you spurt inside ME, Daddy," she purred.

She was quickly pushing my doubts into the far recesses of my mind. I couldn't take much more. Maybe I should just leave -- but what would THAT do to her self-esteem?

"Um, Amanda," I tried to reason, grasping for straws, "We CAN'T do this. Mom and I never used condoms, and I simply don't HAVE any."

"Not a problem," she countered, "we don't need any. I'm on the pill."

"But HOW? Don't you need a prescription? I don't remember consenting to that..."

"Daddy, you didn't HAVE to. I can make arrangements on my own. I'm eighteen -- no parental consent needed. I got on the pill when I made up my mind that Trey was trustworthy. I was wrong about HIM, but I'm glad I'm on the pill for YOU."

I was at the breaking point. She needed me. I needed her. To hell with tomorrow.

I leaned forward and kissed Amanda fully on the lips. "I love you SO much, Amanda," I said, "and I want to make you feel better. I just don't want you to hate me later."

"I could NEVER hate you, Dad," she assured me, kissing me again and then slipping her hand inside my trousers.

The feel of her hand on my bare cock was pure heaven. It had been SO long since I'd been sensually touched. I had begun to doubt that it would ever again happen with someone I truly loved, and who truly loved me.

I wrapped my arms gently around Amanda as she stroked my raging hard-on. I once again kissed her on the crown of her head. She kissed my chest through my shirt, then began trailing kisses down my abdomen.

Realizing where she was going, I had a momentary thought to stop her before things got completely out of control. As I was thinking, she pulled my trousers to the floor.

She was now gripping the waistband of my underwear. With one swift movement, she pulled them to my ankles. I stepped out sheepishly, now naked from the waist down. She re-grasped my prick and resumed her trail of kisses below my navel.

I felt obliged to make one last attempt to slow her down. "Did you do that to Trey?" I asked.

"Do what?"

"What you're doing to me."

"What am I doing to you, Daddy?"

"You know, Amanda..."

"I want to hear you say it. What am I doing to you?"

"Nothing, yet."

"Okay, Mr. Technicality -- what is it I'm ABOUT to do to you?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Okay, Mr. Avoidance, so what do you WANT me to do to you? Say it..."

"Um... suck my dick. You're about to suck my dick. I WANT you to suck my dick."

"And I WANT to suck your dick. And, if you MUST know, yes, I did it to Trey. He INSISTED on it."

"Um... and did he -- return the favor for you?"

"You mean...let me hear you say it..." Her voice became raspy, hoarse, somewhat jagged. "Tell me..."

"Okay, Amanda -- did he eat you out?"

"Pretend I don't know what you're talking about, Daddy. I want to hear you ask me."

"Okay, honey -- did he lick your pussy?"

"Ooh, Daddy. I like hearing you say that. But no, he didn't lick my pussy. Like I told you, he's a selfish bastard. But I can tell YOU'RE thinking about licking my pussy..."

I shrugged as she looked up at me from her perch in front of my cock. "Busted," I replied, "and I agree -- Trey's a selfish bastard. Any man who truly loves his woman will gladly go down on her."

"And -- Daddy -- you truly love me, don't you?" Amanda asked hopefully.

"Yes, baby, you know I do. I'll gladly bring you oral pleasure. If you're at all able to have an orgasm, I'll make you cum that way."

Amanda grinned. "Trey never made me cum. But I know that I can. I've had a vibrator for a few years, and I know how to use it."

I was learning all sorts of things about my daughter this evening. As I mused, I suddenly felt the warm, moist thrill of her mouth around the head of my cock.

"Oh, Amanda -- that feels SO good, sweetheart," I said.

She ran her tongue around the rim of my prick, then squeezed my rod with her cheeks and tongue. She started to bob her head to an unheard rhythm, taking my penis deeper into her mouth each time.

I didn't want to cum before she did. She had only been with a selfish bastard. I wanted her to experience the more selfless side of lovemaking.

"Amanda, baby," I said, interrupting her rhythm, "that feels REALLY good, but I'd like to get more comfortable -- for BOTH of us to get more comfortable."

She let my cock drop out of her mouth, then looked up at me with a grin.

"Are you saying that you want to see me NAKED, Daddy?" she asked.

"Um, well..."

"Come on, Daddy -- I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, Amanda -- I want to see you naked."

"Well, why didn't you just say so before, Daddy?" With that, she stood up and pulled her I [HEART] INTERCOURSE PA T-shirt right over her head and dropped it on the couch.

Her fleshy, medium-sized breasts were exquisite. Her ivory skin was flawless. Her tits were topped with coral-colored nipples. "She looks nothing like Barb," I thought carelessly.

I was momentarily disturbed by my thought of Barb. What would she think if she were alive? Hell, this wouldn't be happening if she were alive. But that was the point -- I no longer had Barb, and Amanda no longer had Trey. We needed each other.

"Daddy, are you okay?" Amanda asked.

I moved to her. I placed my hands squarely on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "I'm fine, sweetheart -- and so are you. You are FINE in every way -- you are beautiful!"

"Oh, Daddy -- I love you so much!"

She hugged me, and I hugged her back. I wanted to feel her naked breasts against my chest. As she released me, I pulled off my shirt and threw it near her T-shirt. I was now completely naked.

Amanda stood in front of me, wearing nothing but her white cotton panties. I embraced her, loving the feel of her tits against my chest. I felt her engorged nipples pressing against me.

I had to touch them. I cupped both breasts in my hands, kneading and massaging them. They felt so right in my grip. I teased her taut nipples with my fingers. I needed to taste her turgid peaks. I leaned in to suckle them languorously. Amanda moaned in response. I felt a shudder go through her body.

"Let's go to the bedroom, Daddy," she suggested, taking me by the hand.

She led me up the stairs, still hand-in-hand. I wasn't sure whether she meant her bedroom or mine when she suggested "the" bedroom. I was thankful when she headed toward hers. I didn't want to have thoughts of Barb by being in the bed that had been our marital bed.

She pulled the pink, fluffy comforter and cotton sheet back from the headboard. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she patted the spot next to her. I sat down obediently.

"Remember how you'd come in here and read to me each night before bedtime when I was a little girl?" she asked.

"Sure, baby -- I remember."

"Then you'd tuck me in and put me to bed..."

"I remember."

"It always made me feel so safe."

"I'm glad, sweetheart," I answered.

"And now -- you STILL make me feel safe, Daddy."

In its context, it seemed almost absurd. Here I was, sitting naked on her bed next to her, while she was naked all except for a thin white pair of cotton panties. She should be saying I was a pervert. She should be calling the police.

But she didn't. She stood up, facing the door, and reached for the top of her panties. I'm sure I held my breath. Was she really going to do this?

The answer was a resounding "Yes!" She stripped her panties off in one quick motion, revealing the flawless ivory skin of her perfectly shaped ass. Then, turning toward me with a smile, hand over her crotch, she said, "I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

"That you want to see it."

Rather than continuing with the charade, I went straight to the heart of the matter. "Amanda, I want to see your pussy."

Immediately, her hands dropped to her sides. My eyes got an eyeful. My sweet little eighteen year old daughter was completely shaved! With no pubic hair in the way, I could see her cleft from the front.

My raging boner once again sprung up. There was no hiding it from Amanda. She smiled unabashedly.

"Daddy! You like what you see, don't you?" It was more a coy assertion than a question. She knew from my rigid state that I was full of sexual desire for her.

"Come here, baby," I said. "Let me hold you for a minute."

She came into my arms and we embraced gently. "How long have you been shaving there?" I asked.

"Um... well, Daddy... since tonight."

"Tonight?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, Daddy. When I went upstairs and took my shower." She could see the look of consternation on my face.

"Okay, Daddy, I'll come clean," she confessed. "The Benjamin Button movie wasn't the first time that I thought about US -- you and me. It just provided me the affirmation of what I already knew in my heart."

"So, how long have you been thinking about it?"

"Well, I think I have since soon after Mom died. But I was Trey's girlfriend, and I thought he loved me. But after he broke up with me -- and you were so kind -- it came to me in the shower. YOU are the one who most loves me. And you need to be loved. So I shaved my pussy, thinking it might freak you out less than seeing my trimmed bush. I'm sure the last time you saw me naked was before I had pubic hair. After I shaved for you, I put on that T-shirt. That was deliberate."

"Deliberate?" I asked, moving my hands down to her ass. I gently began massaging both cheeks.

"I wanted to plant a subliminal seed in your mind. I remembered what you said when I bought the T-shirt -- about it being an endorsement of incest with my father."

I moved my leg between hers and kissed her on the head. "Well, it worked, sweetie -- I haven't been able to take my mind or eyes off of you ever since you came downstairs wearing it."

"I'm glad, Daddy. I feel so safe with you -- so loved by you. And speaking of planting seeds, I want you to plant some of yours in me..."

I needed no further permission. "Lay down, Amanda, sweetheart. Prop your head up on the pillows. We're going to take it slow, and I'm going to make it good for you."

She complied without hesitation. I eased myself beside her, facing the foot of the bed. "Okay, Amanda -- I want you to spread your legs for me. First, I'm going to lick your pussy and make you cum."

"Okay, Daddy," she said, moving her knees apart. As I leaned my face down toward her crotch, Amanda's skin quivered. Her legs eased further apart.

I couldn't believe I was looking at my eighteen year old daughter's shaved pussy from just inches away. It was beautiful. Her outer labia were speckled with tiny bumps, seeming to almost have goose flesh. Her inner labia were narrow but long from top to bottom. The light shone off them, demonstrating her wetness. Her clitoris was hooded by a flap of skin at the top of her vagina.

I could smell the sweet fragrance of her sexual arousal mixed with the fresh scent of soap from her shower. I wanted to taste her.

I blew a breath of warm air on her vaginal lips, seeking a reaction. I immediately got what I was after. "Daddy, please. PLEASE, Daddy, PLEASE!" she begged.

I couldn't continue to withhold pleasure from her. I placed my tongue on the nub at the top of her vagina. I teased it to erection, then began to suckle it.

"Oh, Daddy," she cooed, "that feels SO GOOD!"

I then began to lick circles around her labia, returning frequently to suckle her clit. She raised her hips toward my mouth, obviously aroused. My darling daughter wanted her daddy to please her.

I wanted to make it even better for her. I moved my first two fingers to her slit, moistening them on the mixture of her juices and my saliva there. I slid the two fingers carefully into her vaginal tunnel. There was no resistance, either from Amanda or her vagina.

"Mmmmm, Daddy -- SO GOOD!"

I began gently thrusting my fingers deeper, then shallower in her beautiful young twat, finger fucking her at a leisurely pace. I continued licking and sucking her clit, her little love button at the top of her vagina.

"Daddy... Daddy..." she called.

I didn't respond verbally. I continued my oral ministration of her clit and my manual penetration of her slit. I reached my other hand up to caress her breast and tweak her nipple.

"Oooh, Daddy," she said, "you're BETTER than a vibrator!"

"M-hmmm," I answered in thanks, though quite inarticulately.

I felt Amanda's pussy begin to constrict around my mouth and hand. I wanted badly to make her cum -- to make her feel treasured, to know selfless love in a sexual way.

I frigged and penetrated, sucked and licked, tweaked and massaged -- all at a frenzied pace.

"Daddy -- you're making me CUM!" she cried out.

I felt her pussy move from constricting to throbbing to clenching, and continued my oral and digital encouragement. "Oh, my GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD! DADDY!" she shrieked.

Her climax was obvious, her ecstasy skyrocketing. I couldn't help but feel pleased. May that little prick Trey never find the key to pleasing a woman, I thought mean-spiritedly.

I continued to stimulate her pussy until she came all the way down from her orgasmic peak. I then trailed kisses up her belly and chest, stopping to nibble for a few minutes on her mammaries.

"Come her, Daddy," she said finally, "I want to kiss you. Thank you for making me cum!"

I moved all the way up beside her and looked deep into her eyes. I knew from feeling her cum that she had experienced physical bliss -- now I could see her emotional bliss. We kissed a long, deep, languorous French kiss. "I love you, Amanda, my sweet little girl," I said sincerely.

"Not so little any more, Daddy -- I'm a big girl now. And this big girl wants you to fuck her."

"Not 'fuck' -- 'make love' with you, sweetheart."

"I just like saying the word 'fuck' -- it makes me feel horny. Please, Daddy -- fuck me, fuck me, please FUCK me!"

"Are you sure, sweetie? I mean -- I'm your dad."

"And you love me unconditionally, like nobody else does. I want this -- I really do, Daddy." With that, she reached down and put her hand on my fully-erect penis. "Put it inside me, Daddy -- NOW!" she whimpered.

I embraced her and continued to kiss her on the mouth. We lay down, side by side. I placed my hand on her inner thigh, then slowly penetrated her bald pussy with my fingers once again. She spread her legs, inviting me to probe deeper.

I removed my fingers from her slit to make room for my cock. I eased my body over her leg that was closest to me, and turned to face her. I was now positioned between her legs, my stomach getting slimed by her vaginal juices. I moved higher.

When my crotch was in the general vicinity of hers, Amanda grasped my cock and began rubbing my glans around her moist slit, for lubrication. My mind was a haze. "I'm about to fuck my daughter," I thought calmly. "And I'm glad."

Amanda began to raise herself up off the bed, easing her hips upward in an attempt to foster my penetration of her slit. "Don't worry, honey," I said, "you can stay on the bed -- I'll come to you. And I'll cum IN you."

She smiled at my inane joke. She was so precious when she smiled. I couldn't help but rub noses with her in an affectionate "Eskimo kiss."

And then it happened. As I rubbed noses with her, my lower torso moved forward as well. Without realizing it, I had pushed my cock right to the entrance of her aching vagina. With her hand already gripping my penis, she guided it to just the right spot for penetration. She then pulled my body toward hers, and I was suddenly inside.

I cannot ever remember having such a heady reaction to penetrating a pussy. This wasn't just any pussy -- it was my little girl's. The one I had protected all her life. The one that needed me now more than any other in the world could ever need me.

"Mmmm, DADDY!" she cried, "You feel so GOOD! I love you so MUCH, Daddy!"

"EXACTLY! Just the way I feel about YOU, Amanda!" I replied wholeheartedly.

"You're really FUCKING me, Daddy -- just like I wanted. Oh, THANK YOU, Daddy!"

Her cries of excitement and ecstasy made me want to please her even more. I began thrusting, my prick swelling within her love tunnel with each push. I grasped her ass cheeks, pulling her hard against my cock. I was inside her to the hilt. I'm sure I hit bottom somewhere, but I was too lost in ecstasy to notice.

."My sweetheart," I told her truthfully, "this is the best Valentine's gift I could have ever hoped to receive. I'm glad you wore that T-shirt."

I licked her tits teasingly, one at a time, as I continued to pound her pussy with my prick. I was enthralled by the way I could see her vaginal contortions more clearly due to her shaved pubic mound. My view of my own cock pistoning in and out of my daughter's tight, wet pussy was etched in my mind at that very moment.

I didn't want the two of us to cum just yet, but I was getting dangerously close. I had a bright idea. I thought if I got vertical, perhaps my hyperactive sperm sac would settle down, at least relative to what was happening as I thrust into her from the missionary position.

"Baby, I need to stand up," I said.

"But, Daddy, I don't want you to come out."

"I won't, sweetheart. I'll carry you. You can stay lodged on my cock."

"Mmmm, Daddy -- that sounds WONDERFUL!"

Moving together, we eased to the edge of the bed. Then I put one foot on the floor and turned my body ninety degrees, bringing Amanda's feet off the edge of the bed. Finally, I put my hands under her bottom and lifted.

She was a lightweight. She must have barely tipped the scales at a hundred pounds, even thought she was better than five and a half feet tall. Still joined at the crotch, we restarted our mutual rhythm.

"Sweetie, I'm going to lift your legs over my shoulders, okay? I don't want to hurt you, and I've never done this before, but I think it would give us better -- penetration."

"Lead the way, Daddy," she replied.

My intuition was completely right. Once her legs were straddling my shoulders, with her arms around my neck, the weight of her lower torso sagged directly to my pubic region. I can't think of another time when my cock was buried so deeply in pussy.

This position also gave me direct, visible access to her clitoral nub. More than anything, I wanted to please her, to make her feel cherished, to undo the damage that that prick Trey had done. I began gently rubbing her clit with my thumb and forefinger as I continued to slam my cock into her sopping wet cunt.

It had been ten months since I'd been with a woman, my beloved Barb. I may have had wet dreams or something in the time since, but to my knowledge I hadn't cum in all that time. I'd been too depressed for too long to even bother jerking off.

But Amanda had me on fire. I felt the long-dormant sensation of semen filling my scrotum. I felt my cock throbbing from the inside out. And I felt Amanda's warm, willing, loving pussy enveloping me with rapture. I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Amanda, sweetheart," I said raggedly, "I think I might cum at any time. But I don't want to leave you behind. Do you think you could cum with me soon?"