Suddenly it was all too much for me. Losing control completely, my body of its own accord began the fast, hard, deep thrusts that would bring me to a rapid climax.
“Remember to pull out!” My wife Susie whispered hoarsely, recognising how close to ejaculation I was. I barely heard her – the extreme pleasure was washing over me in waves and drowning out all other sensations.
“Mike! Pull out! Now! She’s not on the pill!” Susie said much louder but it was no use. My body was on auto-pilot and my climax began in earnest.
A knot of fire appeared in my lower back, spread through my thighs and into my groin and, as I lost the last vestiges of control of my body, it began to thrust wildly into my daughter’s softness in time with the hot spurts of a painfully large, messy, noisy ejaculation that shook me from my toes to the hair on my head.
“Oooohhh! Nnnnnggghhhh!”
The voice I heard was mine but yet not mine as hot, burning semen surged through my erection and erupted into my daughter’s body. My own body jerked and twitched with the spasms of a climax which tightened my chest so I could barely breathe. Time after time my body spasmed and more semen burst from me until, finally, I began to regain control.
My eyes gradually focussed once again and I could see my daughter’s sweet face beneath me in the candlelight. There was more sweat on her pink flushed forehead and her expression was a mix of fear, pleasure and concern.
“Are you OK Daddy?” She asked, her voice trembling. I nodded.
“Are you alright sweetheart?” I croaked. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little.” She replied. “But it didn’t last long.”
I felt myself softening inside her.
“Hold her close, Mike” Susie whispered.
I understood and gently lowered myself onto the rumpled, stained sheet alongside her. My flaccid cock slipped smoothly from her body and a sticky trickle of our combined fluids dripped flowed onto the sheet.
I folded my daughter lovingly in my arms as her emotions slowly calmed down and her body recovered from the shock of its first penetration and climax. I hugged her close, feeling her trembling; breathing in the sweetness of her hair as she buried her face in my chest.
“I love you darling.” I whispered into her long, soft hair. We lay in silence, Susie stroking her daughter’s hair and back.
After a long while, she whispered in my ear.
“You mustn’t let her sleep alone tonight. I’ll leave you to it.”
I nodded. “Susie I……are you….I mean …..”
My wife smiled at the two of us.
“It’s ok Mike. Goodnight.” She bent and kissed Sophie on the forehead and silently left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving my daughter and me in her single bed together.
I was awakened later than usual the following morning by the sounds of breakfast being made in the kitchen downstairs. Gingerly opening my eyes, my first thought was ‘Where am I?” But I quickly recognised the room as Sophie’s.
But what was I doing here?
For an instant I thought that I had enjoyed an unusually vivid dream in the night. A very pleasant dream, but a dream none the less.