Look What I Found, Daddy Ch. 01

Maggie found her voice.

The first snowstorm of the season was a bad one. Clark and his oldest daughter, Maggie, had just finished touring the college she would be attending in the fall and were headed back to Montana when they were caught in the storm. As they drove through the blizzard, the windshield wipers struggled to keep up, and the snow piled up to the point that it was difficult to discern the road from the wilderness.

Maggie had turned eighteen over the summer and was planning her freshman year at college. She was going to be going to her father's alma mater. It was only a couple of hours away. If her mother had known she only put in one application, 'pissed' wouldn't be a word strong enough to describe her demeanor.

Clark was doing his best to stay on the road however his luck ran out. The car careened off the road and into a ravine. The powder snow piled over the top and buried the fancy SUV. It was dark inside the car save for the interior lights that Clark had put on. He attempted to get out to assess the damage, but the weight of the snow prevented the doors from opening. Maggie's heart sank as she realized that they were stranded in the middle of nowhere. Clark, however, remained calm and began to search the car for anything they could use to survive.

He immediately retrieved the emergency kit under the third-row seat, grabbing the crank-operated light and the fancy new sleeping bag made of a special fabric that was guaranteed to not rip, tear, or come unzipped. It was practically bear-proof. He was proud of his purchase, especially now, as the temperature in the car was quickly dropping.

A few quick calls to his wife and to emergency services reassured Clark and Maggie that help was on the way, and they would be back home, safe and warm, in no time. The battery in the car must have taken some damage after the descent because the interior light began to dim within the first hour. They took turns cranking the light every fifteen minutes to keep from plunging into darkness.

Eventually, they huddled together for warmth, Clark sharing stories about his favorite memories from his time at college. Maggie shared how much she enjoyed the beautiful campus and how great it would be to live in the dorms along with the other students. She also confided in her father that she hadn't applied anywhere else. Given the circumstances, he was much more forgiving than she expected.

The hours dragged on as they sat in the cold, waiting for rescue. They tried turning off one of their phones at a time to conserve battery life, but eventually both phones were dead.

Maggie fell asleep at some point, but Clark stayed awake, listening for evidence of help arriving. Every time he thought he heard a vehicle approach, he felt a surge of hope, only to be disappointed when nothing came of it. No longer able to tell what time it was, or even what day it was, Clark knew that they were in grave danger, but he refused to give up hope. He held onto the belief that someone would find them before it was too late.

Maggie awoke, her teeth chattering and desperate for warmth. She curled up closer to her father, feeling the icy cold all around her. Clark handed her a protein bar and water from the emergency kit, hoping it would help raise her spirits. As she took a sip, she looked around, taking in their bleak surroundings.

"Dad," she said, her voice shaking, "I'm scared."

"Let's get into the sleeping bag, using it as a blanket isn't working," Clark suggested.

He then remembered the best way to stay warm was skin to skin contact. He had been reluctant to mention this as it would have to be used only as a last resort. He put his arm around Maggie and pulled her close, unable to feel any heat through their winter jackets.

"Hey, it's going to be okay, kiddo. We've got each other, and we'll find a way out of this." He tried to sound convincing, but the truth was, he was scared, too. He knew he needed to stay strong for her, to be the rock she could lean on. They just needed to get through the night.

"Honey," Clark said, trying to sound optimistic, "it sounds counter-intuitive, but we need to take off some layers in order to share body heat. In fact, it's best if there's skin-to-skin contact."

Maggie nodded, feeling the cold bite into her flesh, as she struggled to remove some of her outer layers. Once they were both as undressed as they dared, they nestled together, trying to share as much warmth as possible. Clark wrapped his arms around Maggie, pressing her body against his. She could feel the heat from his skin, and it was a welcome sensation.

"That feels better, daddy. Do you think we should take off all of our clothes?" Maggie asked hurriedly, her teeth still chattering.

Clark nodded, his heart racing at the thought of being completely naked with his daughter in such a vulnerable situation. They slowly shed the rest of their clothes, trying to avoid revealing their bodies to each other. As they pressed their bare skin against each other, it felt awkward. Warm, but awkward.

Clark couldn't help but notice the woman his little Maggie was growing into. She was taller than Beth, her mother, and Sara, her younger sister, but still quite a bit shorter than he was. She was about as flat-chested as her mother and sister as well. Clark was never a boob guy; in fact, he preferred smaller breasts. What they lacked in size they made up for in nipple sensitivity. Just a breath on Beth's nipples would send chills up her back and down her stomach. Clark's cock jerked ever so slightly at that thought. He hoped beyond hope that Maggie hadn't noticed.

He was suddenly aware of Maggie's soft, warm skin against his own. In his mind he took note of how her arm was folded between their chests, bearing most of the weight of Maggie's slight 115-pound body. He noted how her taut belly was pressed against his, the six-pack he once proudly displayed had morphed into more of a pony keg.

Thankfully, that belly kept Maggie mostly suspended and away from the bulk of his manhood. He noted how her legs curled up, her knees resting on his belly and her feet, like icicles, poking into his inner thigh. Between the icicle toes and the position, they were in he was safely flaccid and seemed to be miles from any trouble.

The feeling of Maggie's delicate bones beneath her smooth, silky flesh continued to bring memories of Beth as their daughter repositioned herself. Then her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples still hard from the cold air. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and it was a welcome sensation.

Maggie, for her part, marveled at the strength and resilience of her father. She had always known he was strong, but then, in that moment, she felt the full weight of her father's muscles against her, and it was reassuring.

As Maggie attempted to zip the fancy sleeping bag, she began jostling up and down Clark's body in order to get a good angle with which to maneuver the zipper. Her nipples slid against his chest and her hips ground against his pelvis as she moved. The friction was unintentional, but it sent a wave of desire through them both.

Clark felt his cock twitch against her hip, and he tried his best to ignore it. But Maggie felt it too, and her body responded with a surge of heat that seemed to intensify the feeling between them.

Suddenly, with a jerk, Maggie zipped up the tight sleeping bag and, in the process, broke the zipper tab clean off. It still felt like a tiny victory in the face of the overwhelming odds against them.

Their bodies were now completely enveloped in the confines of the sleeping bag, pressed tightly against each other. The warmth from their skin made the air inside the bag bearable, but it also made it hard to breathe.

Their faces were mere inches apart, and they could feel each other's breath on their skin. The intimacy was palpable, and as they lay there in the darkness, they couldn't help but wonder where this newfound desire was leading them.

"Dad, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just... never mind." Maggie's voice trailed off as she quietly laughed, feeling a little awkward once she'd made the joke. She could feel the heat coming off her father's body, and it was making her even more aware of how closely they were pressed together.

Maggie wasn't a confident girl by nature. She knew what she wanted, but was mostly unable to control the circumstances that led to her success or failure. She received the events that happened in her life, she didn't initiate them.

Maggie's first boyfriend had the same demeanor. Prom was fun, but neither of them knew what to do after the dance, so he just brought her home. She wanted him to kiss her, he wanted her to kiss him, but they stood there, holding each other's hands, both heads turned slightly in opposite directions.

They just stood there, in front of the door. Maggie's parents watched everything from the doorbell camera. Neither of them initiated the act, and the kiss lingered in the air until it fell with a thud onto the ground.

Maggie turned on her heels and opened the door, turned back for a quick wave, then went inside. She cried that night, not because of the kiss, but because she wasn't strong enough to initiate what she wanted most in that moment, to grab her boyfriend, claim him as her own, kiss him, woo him, remind him of why they were dating in the first place.

Back in the car, Clark chuckled softly, his breath tickled her cheek. "I'm so sorry, honey. I guess it's something I can't quite control." He couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire, as he looked into his daughter's eyes, seeing the reflection of his own emotions there.

Their bodies shifted slightly, and Maggie's hip ground against his. It sent a shockwave of pleasure through them both. Clark's cock twitched against her, hardening even more. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and the thought of being inside her was overwhelming.

Maggie surprised herself, as much as her dad, by pulling her arm down between them and grabbing onto his cock. Clark's eyes widened in surprise as his daughter began to stroke him slowly.

He felt the warmth of her hand and realized how small it was in comparison to his hardening cock. The sensation was incredible, and it only made the desire between them grow stronger.

"Honey, w-w-wait... Maggie, we can't... this, this isn't right..." Clark stammered, his words tumbling out in a jumble of confusion and desire.

Maggie didn't seem to hear or care. She continued stroking her father's cock, her grip firm and confident. Her other hand found its way to his face, tracing his jawline, then cupping his cheek. Clark's words trailed off as he struggled to maintain control. His cock throbbed in Maggie's hand, begged for release.

Maggie looked up at her father, her eyes shining with desire. "I know, Dad... but it's just us... and we may not make it through this... I want to feel someone inside me..." She leaned in, their lips mere millimeters apart. Maggie knew that this time she would fulfill her desire. She quickly closed the gap and their lips met, softly at first, but Clark's instinct kicked in and his tongue flicked out to part Maggie's slightly chapped lips.

Maggie felt emboldened and grasped her father's cock with purpose, lined it up, pressing it ever so softly against her entrance. She felt the warmth of his skin against her, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her body. Slowly, she guided him inside of her, feeling the thick head of his cock press against her virginity.

It hurt for a moment, but she was determined, and the pain was eventually replaced by a wave of pleasure so intense that she cried out.

Clark looked up at his daughter, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, her hands gripping his shoulders as she took him deeper. He felt himself begin to lose control, his hips slightly shifting against her, wanting desperately to go even deeper. He then kissed her softly, tasted the sweetness of her lips as she opened her eyes and gazed down at him. The desire in her eyes was mirrored in his own, and he knew that he was about to lose himself in this moment, in her.

Clark knew what was about to happen and he could no longer participate. He was a good father, he was the provider for the family, except that his wife was the real bread winner. No matter, he was a strong man and he needed to put a stop to his daughter's petulance.

He attempted to remove his cock from Maggie's wet, tight, paradise of a pussy, but she felt so good. She had become a part of him. "Maggie, I'm sorry... I can't... " He said as he struggled, physically and mentally, to find a way out of the situation.

Maggie, nonplussed by her father's sudden reluctance, tightened her grip on him. "Dad, it's okay... I want this... please..." she gritted her teeth as she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She arched her back, inviting him deeper, and Clark could feel his baby girl's body again relaxing around him.

Clark started to panic. He bucked inside the sleeping bag attempting in vain to pull completely out of Maggie. His hands found purchase on her hips, trying to pull her off of him. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew what was about to happen, but he couldn't stop it. The sleeping bag was stretched to its limit, which did not allow Clark to pull out completely without her assistance.

He tried to use the zipper but found it wouldn't budge. His heart raced as he continued to thrash around inside her, feeling the walls of her tight channel squeezing him mercilessly. He could feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, the rhythm of her heartbeat beneath him. His senses were overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, and he knew there was no going back.

"God damn it, Maggie! Get off!"

And she did. Her orgasm was so powerful and intense, Maggie wondered if it would ever end. Her body shook uncontrollably as she clutched at her father's shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin. Her inner muscles clamped down around his cock in a vice-like grip, milking him, ready to draw every last drop of his seed.

Clark felt his own release building, and he knew there was no stopping it. He could feel the hot rush of blood flowing to his groin, filling him with the need to empty himself inside her. He gritted his teeth, his hips bucking wildly as he thrust deep inside her, over and over again. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and it was both exquisite and terrifying.

His body betraying his mind he tried everything in his power to keep from cumming. This action had a very powerful reaction on Maggie. The longer her dad went without release the more intense her orgasm became. She felt his struggle and it made her moan and writhe above him, wanting it all. She felt his hips slam into her one final time and a wave of heat washed over her. She felt his seed spill deep inside of her and it was perfect. Her body shuddered as she felt a second orgasm overtake her and she collapsed into a heap on top of him.

Clark gasped for breath, feeling his cock twitch inside of her as his orgasm finally faded away. He looked up at Maggie, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. He realized what they had just done, and a wave of shame and disgust washed over him. He knew he had to get out of there, he couldn't stay any longer.

"Maggie, I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Maggie looked up at him, a wry smile firming as she realized that her daddy was still erect. The orgasm she felt earlier was beginning to form again and she knew he could do nothing about it. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.

"It's okay, Daddy. You've done nothing wrong. This... this was what I wanted. What we both needed." Her touch was raw emotion. Maggie also knew her dearest daddy was trapped.

Clark felt his beautiful, oldest daughter's hands holding onto his jawline. He felt his baby girl's thighs shutter against his own. His cock, still buried inside of his first born, betrayed him and twitched back to life. Clark felt the blood drain from his head as his cock grew.

Maggie's words swirled and echoed through Clark's mind. He wanted to tell Maggie that it was wrong to do what they did, that they needed to stop immediately. He wanted to scold her and tell her that she shouldn't be doing this, but he felt the words fail for they lacked meaning at this point.

He tried again and again to escape this position, but with the sleeping bag preventing him from moving more than three inches in any direction, he was unable to escape. Maggie's breath on Clark's skin, her body pressed against him, the smell of her perfume mixed with the smell of sex, of desire, of lust. It was like a drug coursing through his veins. His body betrayed him, his mind betrayed him, and Clark was finally broken.

Hours later, sleep finally overtook them. As they slept, the dance continued. Clark's erection would subside, his cock would begin to withdraw, Maggie would tighten her grip, Clark's member would respond, Maggie's pleasure would start anew.

A snowmobile happened to drive right over the car, his sled hit the SUV roof with a small thud. The driver circled back, dug down, and found the license plate. Emergency services were dispatched, Clark's wife, Beth, and their younger daughter, Sara, drove out to get them. By the time Beth and Sara arrived the responding firemen had extracted the couple from the car, however Clark and Maggie were still stuck inside the sleeping bag.

Maggie was insatiable. The dance continued, and with no space to move Clark and Maggie remained conjoined in the happiest of places. The firemen attempted to cut the sleeping bag open using every method they could think of. For Maggie, however, the more the sleeping bad was jostled the more she was stimulated by her daddy's ever-hard cock.

The noises that came from the sleeping bag were foreign to Sara, but Beth had heard one of the passion-filled cries many times throughout her twenty-year marriage. She held Sara close as they waited for the extraction to be completed.

The firemen were unable to cut through the specially designed poly-paraphenylene terephthalamide fabric of the sleeping bag, mostly because it was so tight around Clark and Maggie that any tool used to cut the fabric might also mangle their flesh. Finally, the firemen found that they were able to cut the stitching along the zipper. It was a painstaking process and took several minutes. Beth counted seven orgasms from her innocent daughter, and three from her fool of a husband, as the professionals continued their work.

Inside the bag, Clark pleaded with Maggie to keep quiet. He knew Beth was only a few feet away and could hear every moan and sigh that either of them made. All night the two were blissfully singing each other's praises, however it wasn't until Maggie knew that her mother was listening that she began vocalizing her orgasms.

"Oh! Fuck! Daddy! Oh, that feels so good, Daddy! Fuck your baby girl, Daddy! Fuck your baby girl with your big hard cock! Fill your daughter's pussy with your creamy Daddy cum!" It was like Maggie was trying to hurt her mother with these words.

Clark covered Maggie's mouth with his hand. He pressed as hard as he could to get her to be quiet, but it was too late. The words had already been spoken.

Beth tried in vain to cover Sara's ears, but both knew it was futile. Beth knew that Maggie was taunting her. Finally, after all these years, Maggie finally found her voice, her confidence. Beth was torn between her daughter's confidence and her daughter's betrayal. It had been less than a week when Beth and Maggie had a blowout fight. Beth tried a new tactic to bring Maggie out of her shell.