“How much longer til we make it back to the cabin?” you sigh.
He glances down at his smart watch, the small face bright in the gloom. “GPS says about another quarter mile.”
Groaning, you tip your head back, raindrops smattering across your face and down your neck. “Whose bright idea was it to go on a hike today?”
He grins, "Believe it was you this time, squirt.”
Trudging forward, you shake your head, “Ew, you know I hate that nickname.”
“Come on,” your dad needles you, laughing at your sour face. “It’s cute.”
“Uh huh,” you roll your eyes, then gesture to the trail in front of you. “Following your lead here, Dad”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand at you and steps out in front. “Make your old man slug it out first. I get it.”
Rolling your eyes again, you give his broad shoulders a light push, meaning it solely as a joke—something you’ve done a thousand times before—however, because of the sudden deluge of water, the trail is nothing but a slippery, muddy mess, and he loses his balance.
He begins to fall backwards, and you try to catch him, but it’s a moot point; he just has too much weight on you. Both of you crash down onto the ground, He sprawled on top of you, leaving you both coated in mud. Wincing, you try to raise up at the same time He turns on his side, and you end up pinned underneath his body.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you valiantly stifle the whine in your throat. It’s unfair to have your hot dad pressing you into the ground, pelvis to pelvis, while mud and leaves are seeping into your clothes.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughs a little deprecatingly as he finally hoists himself up, stretching a hand out toward you. “Guess we’ll need to clean up in the outdoor shower.”
Heart tripping over itself, you nod, “Sure.”
Turning his back to you, he curses under his breath, “Good thing it’s insulated, huh.”
Head dizzy at the thought of seeing your dad strip down in front of you, you can only cough out a strangled yep. Shooting a look over his shoulder, you smile tightly.
“Must be a frog in my throat,” you joke weakly.
It’s enough to make him grin and chuckle.
“Well, Kermit, let’s get outta here.”
“Does that make you Miss Piggy?”
“Ha, ha, aren’t you funny?”
A comfortable silence falls between you, only broken up by the sound of rain and your trampling footsteps. Making it back to the cabin, you follow behind your dad as he walks to the lean-to built onto the side of the building. A shower stall’s setup alongside the house, protected from the elements by the sheltered roof. Glancing at it, it doesn’t seem like a lot, but it's fairly spacious inside with a little shower bench.
“C’mon,” He nods his head at the stall, kicking his boots off and starting to unbutton his jeans. “We’ll both hop in in our undies and get clean in one go. Save time, so we can get started on dinner and warm up.”
You feel faint, blood surging hotly through your veins. “Um, s-sure. Quick and easy, right?”
He chuckles, “That’s the spirit, squirt.”
Arousal dampening a smidge from the silly nickname, it revs back up when he turns his back to you and bends over to take off his jeans and socks. Biting your lip, you press the dough of your thighs together, eyes drinking in his toned form. Once he’s down to his briefs, he steps into the shower stall, holding the door open as he cuts on the water.
“Hurry it up, sweetheart, haven’t got all day,” he sing songs.
In no time at all, you stand next to your dad wearing only a sports bra and boy shorts, brain overrun with thoughts of his half naked body. You bite back a gasp when his hand comes up to press between your shoulder blades, ushering you into the shower. He steps in behind you and shuts the door.
It’s wide but not very deep due to the bench. As you both try to rinse off, you’re rubbing up against your dad in an almost obscene way. You really aren’t doing it on purpose, but he finally grabs you by the hips and stills your movement with a cut off groan.
“Sorry,” he mumbles behind you, fingers gripping you tightly as he lets out a breath. “I didn’t—it’s been a while and just—that’s no excuse, ‘m sorry.”
Your heart beats a staccato in your throat, and you rock yourself back, ass brushing against his stiff cock.
“Oh, dad,” you whimper, and he inhales a sharp breath. “That’s so hot.”
He doesn’t stop you from pressing your ass fully against his chubbed cock, grinding back against him with a moan. His grip shifts, and he guides your hips into a rhythm that makes your toes curl, knowing your dad is getting off to this just as much as you are.
“Daddy,” you whine, reaching one hand over your head to drape over his shoulder. “Touch me, please.”
His hands move from your hips to drag along your sides until he’s groping your breasts through your flimsy bra.
“Take it off,” he tells you, voice thick with lust. “Show daddy these tits of yours, baby.”
Slick floods the gusset of your panties while you eagerly strip your bra off, dropping it to the shower floor with a splat. His hands immediately grope and squeeze your breasts, fingers tweaking and tugging your hard nipples.
“Daaaad,” you moan, hips rocking back against his while he plays with your tits.
“Hang on,” he mutters, one hand disappearing, and you hear him shift behind you. Glancing down, you see him kick his underwear off to the side, making you whimper.
“There we go,” he sighs, slipping his cock between your thighs. “Mmm, so soft. And..”
He trails off, and you feel him guide his cock up to rub against the outline of your cunt. “So wet, baby. S’this all for me? What a dirty girl.”
He coos the last sentence in your ear, and you melt against him, keening low in your throat. “Daddy, please.”
He pulls back and turns you around to face him; your dilated eyes rake down his body, taking in his thick, dripping cock. He yanks your panties down, and you step out of them.
“Pretty pussy,” he groans, fingers skating along your slit, smearing slick along your cunt and his fingers.
“Dad,” you tilt your head. “Kiss me.”
“Baby,” he rumbles in your ear, and your hands grip onto his biceps, pulling him into a wet kiss.
He slips his tongue past your parted lips, groaning as he licks into your mouth. You’re so turned on, it feels like your brain is melting from your ears. He ruts between your thighs, cock dragging precum all over your pussy lips, parting your slick folds to nudge against your clit.
“Want it,” you pant, pulling away. “Want your cock.”
“Yeah?” He drops his hand down to grip the base of his dick, guiding the tip until he’s pressing against your hole. “Want daddy to stuff your pretty pussy?”
“Please, please, please,” you chant under your breath, eyes wide as they watch him tease the tip in and out of your fluttering cunt. “Dad, please, I wanna fuck you.”
“God,” he groans, sinking halfway into your snug pussy. “Take it then, sweetheart, since you want it so bad.”
“Yes, yes, oh, fuck,” you moan and whine, hands gripping his shoulders but making sure to keep your nails from scratching him up. No need to give your mum any suspicions.
Once he’s buried completely in your wet heat, he grabs your thighs and picks you up. Without pulling out, he walks you both back so he can sit down on the bench. Your knees settle on the outside of his thighs, letting you sink down on his cock until the tip kisses your cervix.
“So deep,” you slur, that pinch of pain making you clamp down on his dick. “Daddy, no one’s ever been this deep.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, hips snapping up, making you squeal as he knocks against the opening to your womb. “This sweet pussy’s never had a dick this big?”
Shaking your head rapidly, you sling water everywhere, “Nooo.”
“Goddamn,” he bites out, pulling you into a spit filled kiss. “Gonna dick down my little girl like she deserves.”
“Uh huh,” you mumble, kissing him between all your little moans and pants. “Give it to me, daddy.”
“Gonna let daddy breed your little pussy, sweetheart? Hmm?” He teases against your lips, warm palm cupping your lower belly. “Put a baby right here if you let me cum in this soft pussy, cream you nice and deep.”
Shuddering, more slick leaks from your cunt, coating his cock, while your nails claw at his back, totally forgetting about not leaving any marks, “Dad, y-you can’t—we shouldn’t, it’s bad.”
“So bad,” he simpers, kissing your neck. “But doesn’t it feel good? C’mon you know you want it. Let daddy stuff your sweet cunt, baby.”
Nodding, you kiss him, sloppily making out underneath the shower spray. His fat tip drags against your g-spot on every thrust, fucking you better than your last boyfriend by far. It really shouldn’t be this good between father and daughter, but now that you know how sweet this forbidden fruit truly is, you never want to stop.
He pulls away to mouth kisses across your jaw and down your neck, nipping at your pulse point. Drooling, you pant and gasp, knees digging into the tiled bench of the shower as He pounds into your clenching heat.
“Fuck, pussy’s so much better than your mother’s,” he grunts, fingers digging into your hips. “Like this tight hole’s made for my cock.”
“Daddy,” you whine, and he groans, biting down on the swell of your breast. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah?” He slows his pace, dragging his cock in and out of your cunt in deep strokes until you’re writhing against him.
“Want it fast,” you pout. “Please?”
“Don’t like being teased?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss on each of your nipples. “Let daddy play with you a little, sweetheart.”
Clit aching, you rock yourself against him. “But dad—“
“Shhh,” he nips at your stiff nipples, and you whine. “Just let me enjoy it. God, you’re so sexy.”
Pussy fluttering around his cock, you whimper, and he groans in satisfaction. “You like that? Yeah, best little pussy daddy’s ever had.”
He fucks you slow and deep, cock pumping in and out of your pussy while his mouth and tongue tease your nipples.
“Just think, if you let daddy knock you up, these gorgeous tits will be full of milk.” He bites roughly at your nipple, a sharp pleasure that makes your pussy flutter. “Then daddy would have to help milk these fat tits every day.”
You hump down on his cock, thighs burning as you fuck yourself faster and harder against him. “Oh, god, dad, you’re gonna make me cum.”
“Fuck,” he groans, moving a hand between your bodies to strum across your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Little clit’s so fat and slippery, baby.”
Keening, you thrash against him, arousal building higher and higher until it’s all white noise in your head. “‘M so close.”
“Cum for me, let daddy feel this little cunt squeeze his dick,” he coos. “Be a good girl and cream all over my cock.”
He pinches your clit a little harder, and it’s enough to snap that band wound tight in your lower belly. Your climax hits you hard, pussy squirting slick as your walls clench over and over while you shudder and writhe in his lap.
“Oh fuck,” he chuckles in disbelief. “Squirt’s more than just a nickname, huh?”
Thighs twitching, you slump against him, muscles too weak to keep you up. He wraps his thick arms around you and begins to pound up into your sopping wet pussy.
“Gonna cum, oh fuck, gonna nut in your hot little pussy, oh, oh, yeah, take it, gonna knock my daughter’s fat pussy up, breed your sweet little cunt,” he babbles against your neck, cock throbbing in your fluttering walls. “Oh, fuuuck.”
He buries himself to the hilt, shooting rope after rope of hot, thick cum inside your puffy cunt, letting your snug pussy milk every drop. He doesn’t pull out when he leans back and takes your chin in hand. He tugs you into a soft kiss, the sweetest one that you’ve shared thus far.
“Let’s go inside and continue this,” he nips your bottom lip. “We’ll worry about the consequences later. Daddy hasn’t had enough.”
He palms your belly, “Gotta make sure it sticks, too.”
A dull throb echoes through your cunt, “Okay, dad.”
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