Part 2

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex. He looked down at her, her body flushed and spent, the innocence in her eyes clouded with a newfound understanding. “You okay, baby girl?” he asked, his voice tender. Abby nodded. She felt ... changed. She didn’t know how to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. The pain had been intense, but it had given way to a pleasure so profound that she could still feel it pulsing through her body. She felt dirty, used, but also ... cherished. Dave bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead, his hand lingering on her cheek. “I love you, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Then, with one last lingering look, he turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him. Abby lay there, her body still trembling, her mind racing. What had just happened? Her thoughts were a jumble of fear, confusion, and an undeniable thrill. Her father had taken her innocence, but there was something in his touch that was comforting, something that told her this was wrong yet so incredibly right.

The feeling of the sticky warmth of their combined release seeping into the mattress beneath her. She couldn’t help but touch herself, feeling the soreness that reminded her of what had just happened. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. She pushed herself up and stumbled to the bathroom. The scent of their mingled arousal clung to her, and she scrubbed herself raw, trying to erase the feeling of his cock inside her. But even as she rinsed off the soap, the sensation of fullness lingered, a ghost of the thickness that had claimed her so completely. Her legs felt wobbly as she stepped out of the shower, and she had to grab the towel rail to keep from collapsing. She dried herself off, her eyes lingering on her pussy, which was red and slightly swollen. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was accompanied by a strange thrill, a reminder of the intensity of her first sexual experience. Wrapping the towel around herself, she tiptoed back to her room, avoiding the creaks in the floor that might give her away. The sight of the rumpled bed and the stain of their union sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she felt a sudden need to touch herself again. Dropping the towel and sliding into bed. Her thoughts swirled around her father’s touch, his cock inside her, his cum filling her up. Her hand strayed down her body, her fingers finding her still sensitive clit. She began to rub it gently, the pleasure building once again. As she touched herself, she couldn’t help but imagine her daddy’s strong hands, his rough skin against her smooth flesh. Her breath hitched as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. This time, she didn’t hold back, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her as she came quietly, her hand buried in her pussy.

-Later that night- Dave couldn’t get the image of her tight, young pussy out of his head. It was like he’d been starving, and now he’d had a taste of the most delicious food imaginable. He knew he couldn’t go back, couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t crossed that line. The hunger was too intense, too all-consuming. His thoughts raced, trying to make sense of what he’d just done. He’d taken his own daughter, claimed her as his own. It was wrong, he knew that, but the feeling of her around his cock was burned into his memory like a brand. His cock was still half-hard, reminding him of the tight grip of her pussy. He could still feel the way she’d shuddered against him, her nails digging into his back as he’d filled her with his cum. He knew he’d crossed a line, but the hunger inside him was too strong to ignore. He needed more of her. He had to have her again. Creeping back down the hallway, he pushed the door to her room open, his eyes immediately drawn to the outline of her naked body under the sheets. She was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The sight of her made his cock twitch again, the need growing stronger. He stripped off his clothes. He was careful not to make a sound as he slid into bed beside her, the mattress groaning softly under his weight. His cock standing at full attention, eager for another taste of her. Her scent filled his nostrils, a sweet musk that made his mouth water. She was still wet, her legs slightly apart as if inviting him in. He couldn’t resist. He slid his hand between her thighs, feeling the slickness of her arousal, the warmth of her pussy. She stirred but didn’t wake, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his fingers began to explore.

He found her clit, swollen and sensitive from their earlier encounter. He rubbed it gently, watching as she shifted in her sleep, her breathing becoming more shallow. His cock was fully erect now, pressing into her thigh, begging for entry. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock nudging against her folds. Abby’s body responded instinctively, her legs parting slightly, allowing him better access. He teased her opening, sliding the head of his cock through her wetness, coating himself in her slickness. She moaned in her sleep, her hips rolling towards him, silently begging for more. With one swift motion, Dave pushed through her resistance, filling her completely. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that made him groan. Her tight pussy gripped him like a glove, her inner walls pulsing around his shaft as she adjusted to his size. Abby’s eyes shot open, a silent gasp escaping her as she felt him inside her again. For a moment, she stared at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each panicked breath. But as his movements grew more deliberate, she felt the beginnings of another climax building.