Darling Daughter

by Brigit Astar

Copyright© 2010 by Brigit Astar

Erotica Sex Story: Divorced man fucks his sixteen-year-old virgin daughter--and she loves it.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft   Consensual   Heterosexual   Father   Daughter   First   .

Gerald Gateson found it difficult to maintain his composure on the trip to see his daughter. It seemed that his ex-wife was intent on making it more difficult as time went on.

He and his ex-wife had gone through a particularly nasty divorce six months previously. Gerald lived in Los Angeles while his ex-wife had moved to Denver. Under the terms of the divorce, his ex-wife had retained custody of their sixteen-year-old daughter, and Gerald was required to pay alimony and child support, which amounted to nearly a third of his income.

Gerald worked as an adult film and video editor. Although he preferred the term "art film," some would refer to his job as an X-rated or even porn film editor.

His work demanded that he live in Los Angeles, and he found it difficult to make the trip to Denver, although under the terms of the divorce settlement he was entitled to spend a weekend every two weeks with his daughter. His work made it virtually impossible to see his daughter for months on end. He had seen her twice in the six months since the divorce.

Gerald landed at the Denver airport, rented a car, and called his daughter whom he knew would be home because spring had ended and high school was out for the summer. He figured his ex-wife would be gone to work. She was a sales manager, and Gerald couldn't help but feel that he had gotten the short end of the stick. When they had been married, her income almost matched his, and yet under the terms of the divorce settlement she had obtained virtually half of his assets, in addition to the fact that she was getting a third of his income now.

Gerald thought about his marriage as he made the drive to his ex-wife's house. He supposed it was a wonder they had stayed married for as long as they had—seventeen years. The marriage had died a slow death. He couldn't blame his ex-wife entirely though. It was the nature of his work that had contributed to the eventual dissolution of their marriage. Gerald's job consisted mainly of editing and recording adult films and videos, and he had over the course of those seventeen years cheated on his wife a great deal. The subject matter and the subjects involved in his work was sexually oriented, some would say it was nothing but porn. Gerald had fucked his share of aspiring actresses and starlets. His wife more or less knew what the deal was. She finally had had enough of his philandering and the nature of his work and had finally been able to part company with him—after she was assured of being able to work in her hometown of Denver in a branch office of her business.

When Gerald's daughter Vicky had heard his voice when he called her, she gave a squeal of joy. She loved her father; she adored him, and if it had been left to her, she would have preferred to live with him. Her feelings toward her mother were ambivalent to say the least. She blamed her mother for the divorce, and resented her taking as much assets and money as she had from her father.

Vicky had always felt close to her father. She also thought he was handsome and rugged-looking, and she had always thought that he could have made it as a film actor.

She wasn't that clear about what kind of work he did; what kind of films and videos he edited. She knew they were called adult films and videos, but she had never seen any of them, and both her mother and father were close-mouthed about them. Her father had simply referred to them as adult art films and videos.

Gerald had brought one of the videos he had edited with him because he planned on showing it to his daughter.

It would be difficult to say when Gerald had begun being physically attracted to his daughter. He had begun noticing that she was developing quite nicely. Se had become really stunning, although she was only between her sophomore and junior high school years. She looked older than sixteen; she looked as if she were nineteen or twenty. Her long deep red hair flowed down in shimmering waves halfway between her shoulders and waist; her eyes were soft brown, and her complexion and skin tone was peachy. Her legs were long, smooth and sleek; her hips curved and shapely; her rump was big, rounded and firm and upthrusted. He had seen her in shorts and a halter, and one time in a bikini. He saw that her breasts were nice-sized. He guessed her measurements would be in the range of 36c-24-37. She had a wide mouth and full pink lips.

It would be incorrect to say that Gerald did not love his daughter with a father's love. He loved her very much and would never do anything to actually harm or hurt her. But he couldn't help being physically attracted to her. She was gorgeous, sexy, and radiated sensuality. And she was only sixteen. He wondered if she was a virgin. He guessed that she was because she wasn't flirty or "boy-crazy," and she had not, as far as he knew, ever had a steady boyfriend.

Within the past six months since she had turned sixteen, his feeling toward her had changed. He had become increasingly physically attracted to her, to the point that when he thought about her, his cock would stiffen.

On his drive to his ex-wife's house, the more he thought about his daughter, the more aroused he grew. He felt his prick stiffening. He laid a hand down between his legs and slowly stroked as he thought about his daughter.

If she was a couple of years older, she could make it in films, he thought. She could make it in my films and videos, he smiled to himself.

He knew that he was really daydreaming about that possibility. What will probably happen, he thought, is she will remain in Denver, graduate from high school, and then attend some college there, and eventually get married.

He swiped his hand across his crotch. He now had a hard-on. He stroked his dick as he thought about his daughter. She's so damn sexy for sixteen, he thought. She could easily pass for nineteen or twenty. She's got the face and body of a nineteen-year-old, no doubt about it.

It never entered Gerald's head that he was thinking incestuous thoughts; and even if it had, he wouldn't have cared, for he wasn't a moral person. He was at the most amoral. But when it came to sex, he was downright perverted.

It could be said that when it came to his daughter, there were two sides to Gerald Gateson. He loved his daughter as any father does, but gradually, over a period of time, he had become physically attracted to her to the point that he actually wanted to fuck her.

His cock was rock-hard now.

Suddenly he verbalized what he had been thinking for some time past. "I want to fuck her," he said aloud. If I play my cards right, he thought, I will fuck her.

His dick stood out—hard and throbbing and thick, extended to its full eight-inch length as he thought about his lovely sexy sixteen-year-old daughter.

I'm going to find out if she's a virgin—today, he thought.

Gerald had no problem reconciling the fact that Vicky was his daughter and that he wanted to fuck her. To his way of thinking, there was nothing wrong with incest; in fact, to Gerald, when it came to sex, there was nothing wrong with anything. All was permitted as far as he was concerned, as long as no actual violence was involved.

If I had my way, he thought, I'd get her involved in my work as soon as she turned eighteen. With her face and body, she could make it easily. She could make a lot of big bucks. She could make us a lot. She and I. She could make us a fortune.

He had given his daughter some indication of his feelings the last time he had seen her. He had touched her on numerous occasions, sliding his arm around her waist, brushing his hand lightly on her rump, wrapping his arms around her waist and embracing her and nuzzling her neck and cheek and lips.

If there was any redeeming quality about Gerald, it lay in his feeling for his daughter—aside from the physical attraction he felt for her. He truly did love and care for her as only a father can love and care for a daughter. He wanted the best for her; he wanted to help her in whatever way he could; he wanted to protect and take care of her and see that no harm came to her. It could be said that his love for his daughter was split. There was the natural love and fondness he felt for her, and there was the lust he felt for her.

He made two stops on his way to his ex-wife's house. He stopped and rented a motel room for the night, and then he stopped by a liquor store and bought a big bottle of wine and some mixers.

He arrived at his ex-wife's house in the early afternoon. He figured he would have a few hours to put his plan into action. It was a simple plan really. He assumed that his ex-wife would be at work until at least five p.m.

He pulled the car into the drive and got out. He held a videotape in one hand and a paper bag with the wine in the other.

His daughter opened the door and ran out to him. He slid his arms around her waist and gave her a good tight hug, pressing his chest upon her breasts and nuzzling her neck and cheek and brushing his lips on hers.

"Oh Daddy, I can't believe you're here at last!" she gave a little jump in his arms. He pressed his crotch between her legs; not enough for anyone to see if they had been watching, but enough for her to feel there was something stiff down there.

They walked into the house, their arms around each other's waist.

"How was your trip?" she asked.

"Oh, it wasn't bad," he replied, "as far as flights go."

"How long are you going to be able to stay?"

"Well, I've got to get back tomorrow. I had planned on staying here today, tonight, and then leaving tomorrow afternoon."

"But you could stay longer, couldn't you? I mean it's not cast in iron is it, that you have to leave tomorrow?"

"Well, honey, you know, I have to make a living, and we are producing something. There's been a little halt in production—some technical work being done, but the production starts back up in a couple of days."

"Well, at least I have you here all to myself for today and some of tomorrow," she said.

"I assume that your Mom's at work now?"

"Yeah, she usually works from nine to five-thirty."

"So you're all on your own during the day. School's out for the summer, right?"

"Yeah, school ended last week."

"And I take it you passed?"

"Of course I passed, Daddy. You know I'm a good student."

"So you'll be a big high school junior this next year. It's hard to believe you're sixteen. Time sure does seem to fly."

He looked her over, letting his gaze rake over her body. She wore tight shorts and a tight halter. He saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. The halter outlined her breasts and showed the tops of them. He felt his prick jerk in his pants. He could see she had magnificent breasts. They looked as if they might be the shape and size of softballs—rounded and firm. He could see the outline of her pointy nipples. Her bare tanned legs were full, smooth and sleek, and her hips flared and curved. Her face and body was enough to make his mouth water. She was truly stunning. It was hard to believe she was only sixteen.

"You know, honey, you could pass for nineteen," he said.

She laughed and said, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Only when it's true," he replied. "My little girl has grown up. Before I know it, you'll be eighteen, a high school graduate, and officially an adult.'

"That's two years away," she said. "I'm still just a kid, really"

"Oh no, you're not," he said, letting his eyes rest on the outline of her breasts. "You may be sixteen in mind, but you're nineteen in body."

She laughed and playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

"Believe me," he continued, "I know what I'm talking about. I work with a lot of actresses from eighteen to thirty-nine. And you've got them all beat."

She blushed and for once was speechless.

"Where were you planning to stay while you're here?" she finally broke the silence.

"I got a motel room, since I'll be here for only one night."

"By the way," she said, "what's in the bag you're carrying? And what's that tape?"

"There's a bottle in the bag."

"And what's in the bottle?"

"Oh, I just brought a little refreshment with me—a little wine and mixers. The tape is a production video I'm working on."

"Brought your work with you, didn't you," she clucked wryly.

"No, not really," he replied. "I'm not going to do any actual work on anything to do with the production while I'm here. But I do want to watch it and review it. Do you happen to have a DVD player?"

"Sure do," she answered. "It's in the living room."

"I'm going to mix me up a wine cooler," he said. "I find it helps my appetite. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure," she replied.

"Where's the way the way to the kitchen? I've forgotten where everything is in this house."

"Oh, just follow me," she said. "I'll show you."

"Okey doke," he replied, following her, checking her body out as she walked ahead of him. He felt his cock stiffening and his balls throbbing and tingling as he watched her ass sway and jiggle. Her rump was so fine—big and rounded and firm and upthrusted. He had a full-fledged hard-on now and he didn't try to hide it. His hard prick made a tent jut out at his crotch.

I'm going to fuck you if it's the last thing I do, he thought.

When they reached the kitchen and Gerald set the wine on the counter, his daughter suddenly laughed and moved to him and gave a little jump into his arms. "Oh Daddy, I just can't believe you're here. I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you, honey," he replied. "More than I can say."

He slid his arms around her waist and pressed his body against her. He nuzzled her neck and cheek and brushed his lips on her. He stroked her back as he pressed his chest tightly against her breasts and lightly pushed his crotch forward between her legs. His cock was rock-hard and he let it rest right between her legs. He knew she couldn't help but feel the stiffness of it. She slid her arms up on his shoulders and he pressed his lips on hers, giving her more than a fatherly kiss. Her lips pressed back for an instant. They held each other in that position for a few seconds, and then they both loosened up and separated.

Gerald wanted to fuck her right then and there, but he didn't want to take the chance of screwing it up. He wasn't one hundred percent sure how she would react. He figured his chances of fucking her would be increased if he took it slow.

He mixed a couple of wine coolers, making them extra strong. "I don't have to tell you what your Mom would think or say or do if she found out I was giving you wine—even just a cooler," he said.

"Oh, Daddy, I know that," she replied. "But who's going to tell her? I'm not. It's not like you're giving me hard liquor. It's just a wine cooler. No big deal."

They went into the living room and sat close together on the sofa. As they sipped on the coolers, he slid his arm around her shoulder and she moved up close beside him.

He had made sure to add plenty of wine to the coolers—good strong potent wine. As they drank, they talked of various matters, occasionally bringing his ex-wife into the conversation. "Your mom seems to be making it okay—she's a sales manager here, right?"

"Yeah, she's in charge of sales. She's a boss," his daughter laughed. "It seems to fit her personality perfectly."

"Well, your mom was always a take charge type of person. I imagine she's doing all right. Is she super-strict with you? I mean, does she allow you to go out, to date?"

"Oh, she's okay, really, with that. As far as going out, or dating, I don't go out that much—just every now and then."

"Do you have a boyfriend? I mean a steady boyfriend?"

"No, not a steady. It seems as if most of the boys my age are so—I don't know—so immature and goofy."

They had finished the first wine cooler and Gerald went to the kitchen and mixed up two more, making them extra strong.

The more they drank, the more he saw she was getting tipsy from the wine. He began looking her body over openly, focusing on her long full sleek legs and her outlined breasts. His cock stiffened more. He slid his arm farther over her shoulder and moved up closely to her side so that his body was touching hers.

Gerald could tell by the time they finished the second cooler that she was well on her way to being half-intoxicated. He had pressed his leg against hers. He had the whole side of his body touching hers. He noticed she didn't move away; on the contrary, she stayed up close to him.

He mixed a third cooler, and while they were drinking, he suddenly said: "I think I'd like to watch the video I brought with me. It's part one of the production."

"Oh, great, Daddy, yeah, I want to see it too," she said. "I've never seen any of your work."

"Why don't you go get it--I left it in the kitchen."

As he watched her get up to go to fetch the tape he saw that she was tipsy. He checked her body out, and his prick stiffened even more.

I'm going to fuck you, he thought. I'm going to fuck you good. His cock was hard and throbbing.

When she returned with the videotape she handed it to him and said: "It's marked with the phrase Xprod 1.What does that mean?" she asked. "The Xprod thing?"

"Oh, it's just an identification thing," he replied. "This is really a rough cut. We don't even have a title yet for the final video. It'll probably need to be edited quite a bit. We may have to end up chucking the thing and starting over. These are just rough scenes on the video—not in any order. Go ahead and put it in the DVD."

His daughter took the video and slid it into the DVD, and then came back and sat down on the sofa next to her father.

"This video—you might find it kind of racy, in places," he said," but it's nothing hardcore."

Gerald half-watched the video and half-watched his daughter's reaction to it. Compared to most of the films and videos he edited this one was rather tame. It showed two women making out, kissing and caressing, and slowly removing their clothes, and then rubbing their naked bodies together.

His daughter stayed silent as she watched the video. But he could hear her breathing growing heavier. His cock grew, becoming totally stiff and throbbing as he watched the two young attractive women in the video performing a sixty-nine, licking and sucking each other's pussies. He slowly slid his hand down to his crotch and began very slowly stroking it. He didn't want to make it obvious, but he wanted his daughter to see that he was turned on and had a hard-on.

The video, which he had to admit was pretty badly produced and would need some work, was still nonetheless hot. The two women in the video were going at it pretty authentically, and were doing a good acting job. Suddenly, without warning or preparation of the scene, a naked man appeared, and slid atop one of the women. He began rubbing his cock between her legs. Gerald was half-torn between the professional producer within himself and his daughter's reaction. This is not good, he thought, it needs some transition scene; and yet at the same time, he saw that the scene was turning on his daughter. She was breathing hard and her eyes were transfixed on the video. The guy was rubbing his hard cock between the legs of one of the actresses, She had her legs wrapped around him and he was simulating fucking her.

Gerald's prick was hard as a rock; he felt his daughter's body close beside him, touching his body, so warm and tight against his. He simply couldn't wait any longer. Now was the time. It was now or never.

Without preamble or a word, he simply moved over, pressing her down on the sofa. He lay atop her and began rubbing his crotch between her legs.

"Oh, Daddy," she breathed out.

He didn't waste any time. He unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down, and unbelted and unsnapped his pants and raked them down. He began rubbing his rock-hard cock directly on her pussy.

"Oh baby, yes," he hissed as he hunched her.

"Ooh ah, oh Daddy, ooh ah," she kept breathing out.

He tugged her halter up and began running his mouth over her breasts, twirling his tongue over her nipples and sucking on the nubs of her tits as he rubbed his stiff prick on her pussy.

"Oh baby, you don't how long I've wanted to do this," he rasped out.

"Oh, Daddy, I want it," she replied, humping back at him. "I've wanted it too."

"I'm going to fuck you, honey," he panted.

"Oh, Daddy, I want it, but I'm a virgin, I've never done it before. Don't make it hurt, Daddy. I want it, but don't make it hurt."

"It'll only hurt for a minute, honey, then it'll start feeling so good, you won't want me to ever stop."

"Oh, Daddy, I want you to be the first," she whispered. "I love you so much, and I want you to be the first, but I'm scared of the pain."

"Just trust me honey," he said. "After the first minute, it'll be heaven for you."

He grasped her thighs and spread her legs and lifted them up. He slid his dick down to her pussy and thrust forward, pushing his cockhead into her slit. He didn't let up; he kept pushing his hard prick forward. He felt the head of his dick come into contact with her hymen.

"Um, you are a virgin," he panted, "ah yes, and I'm going to be the one to pop your cherry. Um yeah," he grunted and groaned as he pushed hard and broke through her hymen. "Now, baby, now!" he gasped.

"Oh god, oh Daddy," she squirmed and winced as he dug his dick into her cunt.

"Oh Daddy, it hurts! Oh god, it hurts! It burns!" she cried.

He pushed his prick forward a few inches and then let it rest. He didn't want to overdo it—he really didn't want to hurt her physically. He stuffed a few inches in her.

He pulled back a little, and then thrust forward. Then he pulled back more and thrust forward again but harder. He slid his dick back almost out of her pussy, and then thrust hard, driving three inches of his cock in her cunt.

"Oh Daddy, oh unh ooh, oh Daddy!" she gasped as he began pumping back and forth.

"Oh, baby, welcome to the world of fuck! You've got the sweetest tightest pussy I've ever fucked!" he exclaimed.

"Oh Daddy, it's starting to ... ooh ah Daddy, it's quit hurting ... Oh ah, it's starting to feel ... Oh Daddy it's starting to feel good!" she cried out.

"Ah, this is what you were you made for, honey," he panted as he fucked his lovely sixteen-year-old daughter. "Oh baby, you were made to fuck!"

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust her hips up to give him full access to her pussy.

"Oh, ah, ooh, Daddy, oh, it feels so good!" she cried out as he screwed a third of his prick in her cunt.

"Oh god, I love you so much. Oh sweet darling Daddy!"

"Oh darling daughter of mine!" he exclaimed. "Ah, we're going to fuck so much! Um yes, every time I see you, we're going to fuck!"

"I want it, Daddy. Oh god, I want it."

She hunched her body up, meeting his thrusts as he fucked her.

"Oh, ah, I love you so much, Daddy."

"Oh baby, I love you too!" he gasped as he felt the cum churning and swirling in his balls. He knew he was close to cuming, and he wanted to squirt it so much in her cunt, but he also realized the risk in doing that. He reluctantly slid his cock out and began rubbing it on her pussy.

"Got to pull it out of you, honey. I can't cum in you—there's too much risk of you getting pregnant. You're too young for me to knock up."

"Oh, Daddy, oh god—I want you to cum in me."

"No, honey," he gasped and breathed out heavily as he stroked his cock up and down on her pussy. "There's too much risk."

"Oh god, Daddy, I want it so much!" she panted.

"Here it comes, baby," he groaned and grunted as he pumped his prick on her cunt. He cried aloud as he squirted gob after gob of cum on her tummy.

"Oh, Daddy, oh, ah, oh god, ah!" she cried.

He kissed her full on the mouth, and she returned the kiss. They shared a long hot open-mouthed kiss as they licked and flicked and swirled their tongues together.

As they kissed, she was thinking how much she loved her father. He was thinking what a treasure he had in her...

It was getting close to five p.m. Gerald had no desire to be there when his ex-wife came home.

"I'll come see you tomorrow morning," he said. "I assume your Mom will be working."

"Yeah, she goes to work about nine," his daughter replied.

"We'll have all morning together," he said. "I have to leave tomorrow afternoon. My flight's at one p.m."

The next morning Gerald called his daughter, and all he said when she answered was "Is she gone?"

"Yeah, she left about ten minutes ago," his daughter replied.

"I'll be right over," he answered.

"I'll be waiting for you," she said.

On the way to his ex-wife's house, all Gerald thought about was his daughter. He found it hard to believe how lucky he was. His daughter was only sixteen, gorgeous and sexy, and she loved him without reservation, loved him enough to let him fuck her. Not only that, he thought. She loves it too. She has the makings within her. She has the face and body to make it. By the time Gerald got to his ex-wife's house his cock was rock-hard and throbbing. His balls tingled and throbbed.

Father and daughter both knew they didn't have that much time. They didn't want to waste it. As soon as he entered the house, his daughter came to him. She slid her arms around his shoulders and moved her body up close. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch between her legs. He pressed his lips on hers and she opened her mouth and spread her legs. He gave her a good hunch, pressing his hard prick between her thighs. She hunched back at him, showing her willingness for it. Both were gasping and panting. He slid his hands down to her rump and rubbed and squeezed her big soft rounded butt cheeks. She had a magnificent ass. He hefted her up a little off her feet.

"Where's the nearest bed?" he panted.

"In there, Daddy," she breathed out heavily, waving toward a door.

He made his way to the bedroom, and then let her down. "Let's undress," he said. "Get completely naked for this."

Without a word, she began stripping, sliding out of her shorts, and pulling the halter off. As he undressed he looked at her, checking her body out. He just couldn't believe she was only sixteen. Her body was fully developed. He stood there for a moment, almost transfixed, just admiring the sheer beauty of her face and body. She was perfect—not a flaw of any kind. She was like a goddess. She was the most beautiful gorgeous sexy female he had ever laid eyes on. Damn, this is like a dream, he thought. A dream come true.

He stripped off his clothes. His cock stood out and up, eight inches long, thick and stiff and throbbing, His balls were puffed up, full and tingling.

They both stood there for an instant, looking at each other's naked body, and then it was almost as if they made a rush at each other. They wrapped their arms around each other and began hunching.

"Ah, I'm going to fuck you," he breathed out, "going to fuck your pussy good, honey."

"Oh, I want it, Daddy," she panted, rubbing her cunt on his cock. "I want you to fuck me."

He lowered his head down to her breasts and began licking and sucking on her tits, as he rubbed and squeezed her ass.

She had her legs spread wide and he rubbed his dick up and down on her pussy.

He withdrew his body a little from her and slid a hand down between her legs. He began rubbing his fingers up and down on her cunt.

She let out a groan and spread her legs even wider. "Oh Daddy, ah!" she breathed out hotly, and began moving her body back and forth.

She reached down and grasped his cock, wrapping her hand around the shaft. "God, you're so big," she gasped. "So long and thick and stiff." She began stroking his prick, jacking it up and down.

He slid a finger into her cunt. Her pussy was hot and moist. He could tell she was ready to fuck.

He slid his middle finger on in, up her cunt, and began finger-fucking her.

"Oh god, unh, ah, ooh, oh Daddy!" she panted as he jammed his finger up her pussy.

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