Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

Still, all that night and the next day you found yourself boiling over with desire. You just couldn’t shake the memory of being inside her. The tight warmth of her young flesh clung to your mind through a haze. Over the course of a sleepless night you returned to her room again and again, watching her soft breathing in the moonlight. You didn’t want to wake her on a school night, didn’t want to let her see the desperate state you were in. So instead you simply masturbated, time and again. Splashing a few more spurts of glistening liquid onto her sleeping form then returning to bed… Only to get up half an hour later and start the cycle again. Each time drained you a little lower, burned off some of your anguish and left a little less sticky goop on her skin. Yet, by the time you finally collapsed back in your room and did not rise again, her naked young body was a mosaic mess of criss-crossed trails. You had no knowledge of how your daughter reacted to this upon waking up to it. By the time you arose from slumber, with your nethers still raw and burning, she was long gone.

She came home from school with a thoughtful look on her face however, the kind of look you recognised as meaning an important question was brewing. Still, she attended to other matters first. You had been eagerly awaiting her return all day, despite last night’s exertions. When she wandered into your office and began immediately unbuttoning her blouse it was clear she had expected such. Her small braless breasts were revealed, still streaked with the odd patch of dried on semen. Had she not showered that morning? Just washed the most obvious evidence from her face and neck and covered the rest with her uniform? You caught yourself imagining her sat in the classroom among her peers, fully aware that under a thin layer of clean cotton her body was a stinking mess of taboo secrets. Wallowing in her pride of being daddy’s little cumdump while those about saw just a prim young lady who’d gone a little heavy on the deodorant today.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She moved to settle herself down on your leather futon, lying back with her blouse dangling open, watching you intently all the while. The invitation was clear and your will to resist long scattered. You practically bowled her over as you ditched your pants and pinned her down between your legs. Your hands took to kneading the clay of her chest, knowing the pert malleability of those two blossoming swellings so well now. You pulled out your poor, put upon penis and let her lips bring it back to life. She reached up to help squeeze herself into a valley for it, welcoming the shaft back to a haven of her skin. Winding her tongue up and around it she provided plenty of lubrication, allowing you to slide across her sternum in a steady pace of delights. She gazed up at you cheekily as her body became your playground once more, existing solely to provide nooks for you to hide in. Could there possibly be a luckier man alive?

She began to speak as you slid yourself between her tits, occasionally stuttering as your tip got too close and she felt the need to lap at it. “Daaad…” The drawn out drawl of that word was the same she had always used in askance, for christmas presents or ice cream or other such treats. “You know I love doing these sort of things for you… it makes me happy just being your little sex toy. And I’d be perfectly happy just to be useful to you like that forever… if you wanted. Buuut…” She sucked on you for a second or two at this but, as if to draw out the words. “But I’ve been having troubles too… since we started doing this. I wake up covered in your stuff and it just makes me feel so dirty and horny… I try playing with myself in the shower, but it only helps for a little bit. Then I have to spend all day in class, wriggling in my seat thinking about the taste of you and when I’m next going to be able to squeeze you up between my legs…” She seemed to shiver even at the thought of this, shaking herself off track for a second. “What I’m basically saying is it’s getting really distracting being so horny all the time and I can’t seem to fix it on my own. So could you… maybe… help me out… like, the way I help you… just once in awhile? I don’t mind if you don’t want too of course! I’ll manage and you can keep cumming on me all the same…”

The nervous rapid-backtracking, combined with such a hopeful look on her face broke you. You couldn’t speak for a moment as an orgasm rolled through you and you doused your daughter in another sticky apology, splattering that innocently anxious face with one more unfair load. How could you be so selfish?! To not realise that of course her self-sacrificing acts would be taking a natural hold of her growing body’s hormones. No wonder she spent so much time watching porn and masturbating these days, she was teasing her own sexuality nigh endlessly, all for your benefit. You looked over your daughter’s innocent wanting, her expression so eager to please even after you had coated it in slimy gunk. There was only one answer you could give to her.

Kissing her still bared breasts, you reached down to her prim, pleated skirt and relieved her of it. Biting gently on her nipple you won a delicate gasp through still-sticky lips. You descended her, kissing a path across her hot and salty skin. When your mouth found her bellybutton it paused to explore it, yet your hands continued on along her ever-so-inviting curves. At her hips you found the thin edges of her panties, catching them with trailing fingers and tugging them down and down. Now you were presented with a little fork of perfection. Her milky thighs opened out to you, dragging the eye toward the little patch of neatly-trimmed fur at their centre. You had helped her snip and tidy that area just the other day, her trust in you absolute as she let you run a keen razor up to the very edges of her innocence. Now that pink slot was presented to you once more: a fleshy orchid you had felt envelop you for just that briefest moment last night. It was already weeping with anticipation for you now, delicate folds begging to be dined upon.

You wasted no time. She had waited long enough. Diving into those folds you let the sour sweetness of her wash over you. Your daughter tasted divine and the gasping clench of her legs around your head told you this was exactly what she’d needed. She squeezed you up into her, desperate for your tongue to find the deepest reaches it could. It took a good few minutes before that pressure eased and she let you begin lapping at her in a more even pace. Her small hands tangled in your hair, stroking and scratching your scalp as you ran circles around her entrance. Everytime you flicked past her tough, little clit she would let loose a cute little yelp, as if such a pleasure could catch her by surprise indefinitely. You drove into her softness and flicked at her nerves, using every trick you could muster to catch her unsuspecting in joy. Once your tongue was exhausted, in muscle and inspiration, your fingers took over. Diving into her one after another you felt the warm, wet welcome of her once more. Each time you felt her dripping musculature clench and then relax around you, adjusting to your presence and encouraging it further. Soon you could fit all four fingers in, kissing her deeply above as she sucked her own flavor from your tongue. With your thumb you found another hole, this one tighter and rimmed with rough skin. She gulped as you popped inside it slightly, but then shoved her consent back into your mouth when you thought you’d gone too far. It opened to you like all other aspects of her, wanting nothing more than to swallow you whole.

Now was the moment to finish this however. You pulled free that thumb, and two of your fingers. Backing out of the kiss as well you caught a flash of disappointment on her face, before she realized what was happening. With those two fingers still remaining you began to scoop deeper into her, pulling up against her flat, little stomach on every out movement. You began to increase your pace, steadily but aggressively, pumping in and out of her soaking slit. She began to arch her back, resting her shoulders in your other arm and closing her eyes. Deep, primal sounds began to echo out from her as your pace still increased, a churning engine burying into her. She bucked upwards as you felt her whole being clench together, waves of tightness squeezing your fingers as her orgasm played out. Then she fell, your slippery hand still entering and leaving her at a gradually slowing beat. She gasped and spluttered back down to earth, a beautiful red blush flowing across her cheeks. Before leaping up to kiss you long and deep once more, pressing her naked self against you as if she wanted to crawl inside your skin.

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That night, after you had spent an hour or so washing away the days excesses together, she followed you to your room. Smelling of soap and shampoo she slipped beneath your covers without askance or shame. You made no comment. There was no point. You and your daughter were simply at a degree of closeness where one bed was as good as another. It would simply make your midnight wandering unnecessary. She was here, naked and pure in your arms. Happy to be used as a human tissue, a cloth for all your sordid spillage. She wrapped her soft thighs around your cock and settled down into sleep, accepting your erection as just part of her nightwear. You found yourself oddly able to drift off, even as half your heart pumped between her legs. But you dreamed of being back inside her once more, that brief moment still scoured into your memory. Only to awake through the night, just at the point of orgasm, your cum spurting out to pool upon her skin or dribble down to the sheets. Sometimes these dreams seemed so real that you couldn’t tear them from reality, waking in terrified sweats that you had just impregnated your own child. Only once did you catch yourself actually having slipped inside her though, quickly pulling yourself free to cum into the cool morning breeze while she dozed on.