“Inside me! Do-not… Oh, do-not pull out! Please, Daddy! I want all your cum deep inside!”
He gripped my throat tight to keep me from pulling away. My vision darkened as my orgasm neared its apex. I was losing consciousness, but he continued to slam into me. My mind was numbed by his response, “I’ll do it Renne! Deep inside your pussy! Daddy is going to pour all his cum into you! I’m going to fill your pussy with a load of my thick semen!”
I cannot remember if it was just hearing him speak, or the mental image and the promise it carried, that triggered my orgasm. Beyond the slopping water at our ankles, I only heard my detached voice as it sang, “Yes! Ah, oh, yes! Daddy, yes-yes-yes! You-oh, my… my body… so-so deep inside me… Fill me!”
My body spasmed against him and I arched my back. I felt a sudden but familiar release. The rush sprayed between our bouncing bodies as his warmth filled me in spurts. My father held me tight as he shuddered and ejaculated. It was all too much, and I felt thoroughly exhausted. His manhood slipped from inside me as I was collected against his chest.
Perhaps I was still too young. I was little more than a terracotta doll within his arms, and nearly shattered under the strain of adult relations. I regretted nothing though. He was tired too. His chest heaved against my back. We both chuckled faintly; we were unsure if our bodies were covered in sweat or bath water.
His semen tickled as it dribbled down my leg, and eventually gravity pulled our bodies back into what was left of our bath. I turned to curl against him in the tub, then closed my eyes and bit my lip. Why did that moment have to end?
“You’re a woman now Renne,” his voice was a raspy whisper into my ear.
Tears of joy further moistened my cheeks, and I wiped them with his chest hair as I nodded. I lifted, and he covered my neck in kisses. If only we never had to separate my body from his.
“Yes, but I am yours, and you will always be my father. I will love you forever.”