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My Daughter's Wedding Day
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MY DAUGHTER'S WEDDING DAY
(by EROS)
My daughter was never more beautiful than on her wedding day.
When I first saw Melissa in her bridal gown, a dazzling blonde
vision in white, there was a radiance about her I found both
disarming and irresistible. There was actually a heat emanating
from her hand where she held my arm, heat that flowed through my
body and concentrated in my crotch. As we walked slowly down the
aisle together, my cock began to swell inside my formal trousers,
and I had a frightening realization: My own daughter was arousing
me! Melissa suddenly clutched my arm and I had a second, even more
unnerving thought. I didn't want to give her away!
Melissa confirmed that something else was amiss when we
approached the altar and whispered in my ear.
"You always said you'd do anything for me, Dad. Help me now."
"What is it?" I whispered back.
"Get me away from here," she hissed desperately. "I don't want
to marry Eric!"
Never able to deny my daughter anything, I walked her right
past a very bewildered bridegroom and out a side door. The
muttering of the crowd rose to a dull roar as Melissa and I raced
to the limo. It had just brought us from the house and was
supposed to take the newlyweds to the airport. Now it was taking
us home again.
While a confused chauffeur watched, I held my weeping daughter
tight and encouraged her tears to flow freely. The shock of what
she had done and the release from having to marry a man she didn't
love took their toll, and she collapsed into my lap. She rested
her head there only a fleeting second before she looked up and
wiped away the tears.
"Then it's true," she gasped, a smile crossing her beautiful
young face. I knew what she was going to say of course but I
wanted her to put it into words.
"What, Mel, darling?"
But she didn't verbalize it either, not yet anyway. She merely
smiled behind her veil and nodded at my lap. The arousal that had
begun when we walked down the aisle was a fully-fledged erection,
and there was no mistaking it now. When Melissa had plunged her
head into my lap, her cheek had brushed the hardness that had
sprung up between my thighs and she had been both startled and
thrilled by the discovery. Now she stared at me with eyes filled
with longing and a most unusual and exciting daughterly love.
"When did you know, Daddy?"
"To be honest," I said slowly, "on your 20th birthday, the day
you told me you were going to marry Eric."
She dropped a hand lightly to my knee. "To be honest," she
echoed, "that's when I knew too."
Ever-so-slowly, she moved her hand up my thigh. I pulled her
closer and pressed her head against my shoulder. "At first I
thought it was the usual father's jitters, that I didn't want you
to marry and move away. And worst of all belong to another man.
But that wasn't it, not really."
"What was it, Daddy?" My daughter brushed her hand against the
lump in my trousers, and I gasped loudly in response to this much
coveted, much condemned gesture.
The chauffeur looked in the rear view mirror but couldn't see
below my chest. If he'd had a better view, he would've seen
Melissa wrap her fingers delicately around the mound in my
trousers and squeeze gently. Of course I gasped again. Although I
felt totally drained by the events of the moment, somehow I found
the strength to answer her question. I lowered my voice to
scarcely a whisper.
"That I love you in a way I never thought possible."
"I love you that way too," she answered with surprising
control, and no hint of shame or regret. "And I want us to make
that a reality as soon as we get home."
"You know I'd do anything you wish," I said, trying to control
the shakiness of my voice.
"I know you would, Dad. That just makes me love you all the
more."
Melissa then slipped her hand a little lower and massaged my
cum-swollen balls. Her touch was sure and steady, making me
realize my daughter was more confident about this than myself.
That relaxed me some, but it also made me very conscious of the
staring driver. To me, he represented the horrified faces of all
those in the congregation, and those of a disapproving society as
well. I hastily pushed the button sealing the glass between us,
and my daughter and I were alone again.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, lost in our own
thoughts of what was waiting for us at home. My erection remained
as strong as ever, and by the time the chauffeur pulled into the
driveway, Melissa had stroked me almost to the point of explosion.
"Easy," I whispered.
"I'm sorry, Dad," she said, slipping her hand beneath my vest
and rubbing my chest instead of my hard dick. "I just can't keep
my hands to myself now that you know how I feel about you." Her
hand lingered on one of my nipples which quickly stiffened under
her skilled touch. "Ooooooh, everything about you is getting
hard," she giggled wickedly.
"All because of you, my baby," I smiled.
Once alone in the house, my daughter and I went into the kind
of embrace reserved for the most passionate of lovers. We paused
Only long enough for me to lift her bridal veil and look at her
beauty, and it instantly overwhelmed me again. I'd kissed my
daughter on the lips a thousand times, but only in a chaste,
fatherly fashion. This was entirely different. Now her lips parted
in open invitation, and I quickly explored beyond with my tongue.
We held each other so tightly it was almost painful, my cock
aching as it was crushed against the flounces of her wedding gown.
Every moment we embraced was erotic in its promise. Finally,
neither of us could bear it any longer and we started up the
stairs. We paused at the top as we were confronted by two
doorways, her bedroom and the one I had shared with her beloved,
late mother. We made the same decision as we went to the neutral
territory of the guest bedroom and began happily undressing each
other.
Although I was the head of a multimillion-dollar real estate
empire, my knees were shaking as Melissa removed my morning coat
and vest. Every time I made a move to undress her, however, she
told me to wait.
"You first, Dad," she said mischievously, unbuttoning my shirt.
"You said I could have my way."
"Especially today," I said, as she slipped off my shirt and
helped me step out of my trousers.
I couldn't help flexing my muscles a bit as I stood naked
except for my boxer shorts. I was 43 years old but had the kind of
body a man ten years younger would envy, the result of a private
workout room at the office and thrice-weekly games of racquetball.
My chest was firm and muscular, but as my daughter lightly
caressed it, I felt it turning to jelly.
"I love your chest, Dad," Melissa breathed, reaching for the
hardness inside my undershorts. "And I know I'm going to love this
even more!"
I held my breath as my daughter tugged down my boxers and freed
my cock. It was standing at full attention, rising more proudly
than ever with a most extraordinary challenge. Melissa caught her
breath as she saw me in full glory and touched my cockhead
tentatively.
"It's so big! Daddy, I had no idea!"
"And it's all yours, Melissa, honey."
My endlessly mischievous daughter added to an already bizarre
tableau by sweeping back the train of her wedding gown and
kneeling before me. I closed my eyes at first but opened them the
instant I felt her sweet mouth wrap around my swollen cockhead. It
was too special a sight to miss.
My knees shook even more as Melissa slid my prick to the back
of her throat. The sight was partly blocked by her bridal veil
which I pushed out of the way so I could see things more clearly.
When she let my cockhead fall from her mouth, I saw with pride and
excitement the mark of my daughter's rose lipstick on my stiff
prick. I couldn't endure any more. I pulled her to her feet and
spun her around, hastily working on the buttons down the back of
her satin gown.
I fumbled with the tiny buttons, but somehow I got the dress
and the petticoats over her head. Now Melissa was naked except for
an ivory satin teddy and I almost tore it from her. I was dying
for her to be naked with me! We tumbled onto the bed in a tangle
of arms and legs, our mouths pressed together as our hands
explored previously forbidden flesh. I knew Melissa tasted the
brandy I'd drunk to steady myself before that long walk down the
aisle and in turn I tasted the one she'd also stolen for the same
purpose.
I trailed my mouth down the beautiful body I'd helped to
create, pausing at her throat and lingering over her ample
breasts. She shared her mother's fondness for having her tits
sucked, and I couldn't help remembering Jessica as I nibbled our
daughter's nipples and was rewarded with deep, breathless moans.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she sighed. "Your mouth is so hot on my
tits!"
"And your nipples are getting so stiff, baby" I said, tonguing
the firm little buds until they grew harder between my hungry
lips.
"Like father, like daughter," she giggled, rubbing the equally
stiff nipples beneath my chest hair.
I felt a new tremor in my hard cock as Melissa grabbed it and
squeezed tightly. My mouth went lower as I sought the entrance to
paradise between my daughter's long, slender legs, and I inhaled
deeply as I got closer and closer to heaven. I could smell
Melissa's familiar lilac talc which she had dusted all over her
body, and as my lips brushed across her navel and found the soft
flesh of her lower belly, I saw my dream up close.
Melissa's delicate pussy was now looming only a couple of
inches from my cunt-hungry mouth. I felt her mouth close over my
cock again. I took another erotic whiff of her aromatic cunt and
gently spread the delicate folds of her slit apart. She trembled
as I touched her most sensitive area, and shook harder still when
I stiffened my tongue and slid it between her juicy, pink
cuntlips.
"Oh, Daddy!" she sighed. "Your tongue is so hot down there."
"Do you like me licking your pussy, Melissa?"
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "And do you like the way I'm sucking your
big dick, Daddy?"
"Oh, yeah, baby. I love it!" I groaned.
Indeed I did. Melissa's skill as a cocksucker made me wonder if
she'd been experimenting on Eric, but that was something I
definitely didn't want to think about. I was concerned only with
pleasing my daughter and working my way to that glorious moment
where my rock-hard cock would replace my tongue between Melissa's
sweetly-clinging cuntlips.
I licked hungrily at my daughter's succulent cunt, flicking my
tongue across her swelling clitoris and sending pleasure waves
through her body. I rubbed my nose into the tiny golden fleece
surrounding her tasty slit and licked as deeply as I could. My
face was buried in her delicious muff while she deep-throated my
fully-erect prick with an increasingly ravenous appetite. My
daughter was definitely cock-hungry, and I was thrilled to be on
the receiving end of her hunger.
"Daddy?" she said when we finally came up for air.
"What is it, honey ?" I asked, fully knowing what she was about
to say. I was dying to hear the words and took her in my arms as
she spoke them.
"Fuck me, please!", she moaned into my mouth. "I want you to
put your big, fat cock inside my cunt and fuck me, Daddy!"
"Is that really what you want?" I teased. I just wanted to hear
her say the words again and she understood.
"Oh, yes!" she cooed, wiggling her pretty bottom in lustful
anticipation. "I want to feel my father's dick way inside me. I
want to feel his balls slapping against my ass as he fucks me deep
and slow." She giggled and added, "And then hard and fast so I'm
feeling a real man between my legs!"
Again I wondered if that was some kind of reference to Eric,
and once more I dismissed unpleasant thoughts of my daughter's
jilted suitor.
We were lying side by side, so Melissa grabbed my dick and
rubbed the sensitive head against her pale bush. When she touched
it to those sweet cuntlips I'd just been licking, my entire body
convulsed, and I knew I couldn't wait another moment to be inside
my daughter's fantastically tight and juicy, young pussy.
"Come here, you gorgeous little cunt!"
I pulled her beneath me and spread her thighs with my knees.
She lifted her legs swiftly to wrap around my waist and hold tight
as I positioned my bloated cockhead at the entrance to her
slippery, wet fuckhole and pushed slowly forward.
"Unnnghhh," she sighed as I entered her, ever so carefully.
"My beautiful, baby daughter," I murmured, then, "My beautiful
bride."
I nuzzled Melissa's cheek and watched her eyes closely as I
pushed forward again. Another couple of inches of my thick, stiff
prick slid into my daughter's upthrust sex. She trembled and
moaned loudly as my cock filled her. I moved forward, pressing
more of my long, rigid prick into her yielding cunt-flesh.
Melissa opened her mouth wide and licked her lips as she
grabbed my buttocks and pulled hard. I gave in to her desires and
mine by lunging at the same time, and we both moaned loudly as I
slid all the way home. My long, hard prick was buried so deep in
my daughter's soft, slippery pussy that my balls were pressed
against her tiny puckered asshole. It was just what she wanted.
"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she cried, eagerly squirming her cunt up
around my impaling cock.
I groaned, "Ohhh, baby! I'm fucking you at last!"
"I know," she said with meaning, looking deep into my eyes. "I
can't believe how far inside me you are, Daddy!"
"Isn't it wonderful?" I asked.
I withdrew slightly and pushed forward again, getting the feel
and scope of my daughter's snug little pussy. Like her mother, she
had a lot of natural lubrication, and soon the still room was
filled with the sound of my hard cock slamming into her juicy,
receptive cunt.
"Oh, God!" she breathed. She clenched the walls of her vagina
and held tight as I started to withdraw again. "Uuuuuhh, Daddy
your cock feels so good inside me! I want you so much!"
"Tell me what you want, Mel darling," I said, again wanting to
hear her put our actions into words. I loved hearing my chaste
little girl talk so dirty to me!
"I want you to fuck me!", Melissa hissed, thrusting her hips up
off the bed.
"How?" I asked, urging her to say more. Her words were music to
my ears...
"Oh, Daddy! Ram your big cock into my cunt and really fuck me!
Oooohhhh, please... fuck me hard!!"
I pulled my ass back, drawing almost the entire length of my
prick from my daughter's slippery snatch and then pushed forward
as Melissa tugged with her legs. What began as a slow stroke
picked up immediate momentum, and I slipped all the way home in
one surprisingly swift plunge.
"Oh, fuck!" Melissa cried as I struck bottom. "What a gorgeous,
big cock!!"
"And your sweet pussy is so snug around my big cock," I said.
We fell silent as I fucked her, slowly building toward that
intensity I knew would take us over the top. My dick was still
sliding in slow and easy, but with every thrust it became faster
and harder. At Melissa's suggestion, we changed positions so that
she could drape her legs over my shoulders, really giving me the
leverage I needed to drive deep into my daughter's ravenous cunt.
She groaned with every lunge, begging me to go faster and faster,
turning her head from side to side as she bucked her hips
energetically up to meet my every downward thrust.
"Fuck me! Let me know it's my Daddy's big dick shoving deep
inside me."
I was getting dangerously close to climax, but I wanted to
stave off the sweet inevitable as long as possible. I also wanted
Melissa to cum with me because I loved her dearly and because it
was our very first time together. It was special alright, but I
wanted it to be even more so.
"Are you getting close to cumming?" I asked.
"I'm getting very close if you are," she said.
Melissa tossed her blonde head and licked her lips sensuously.
She tempted me to plunge my tongue between them, just as my dick
was plunging deep into her slippery cunt. Although we were as
close as we could ever possibly get, I wished we could be even
closer. The feel of my daughter's hot wetness sheathing my driving
prick was sensational, almost unbearable in its erotic intensity.
Every lunge brought a new shudder of ecstasy and inched us a bit
closer to climax. I was trembling with its approach.
"I can't wait much longer!" I warned, feeling the cum boil out
of my dick and race toward release.
"I don't want you to wait!" she cried, thrusting expertly with
her hips as I lunged with mine. We ground together in exquisite
agony, straining, struggling for relief. "Tell me you're cumming,
and that will make me cum too."
Those were the words I'd been waiting for, and when I heard
them it drove me over the edge.
"I'm cumming, Baby! I'm cumming!!", I shouted, driving my
spurting cock even deeper into my daughter's sucking, seething
snatch.
I heard a moan from my daughter. She locked her cunt on my dick
and held fast, draining me of my love-juice as she climaxed with
me. "Oohhhhhhh! I'm cumming too, Daddy!!"
When our overwhelming orgasms finally passed, we collapsed into
each other's arms, drained and spent and utterly happy. Later that
night we flew to Bermuda where we held hands and turned heads on
the beach. When people learned of our relationship (or thought
they did!), everyone thought I was a devoted father consoling a
daughter whose wedding plans had been inexplicably wrecked.
The End.
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