Natural Forces Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Natural Forces Ch. 01

... her undies. Carefully, I hooked an index finger under the leg of her knickers and gently lifted the light elastic over the lips of her cunt. There it was! I could see it! My daughter's cunt. There was some fine dark pelt along the lips, the hood was thick and below it, the line that hid the entrance to her cunt hole. There was a curated triangular patch of dark pelt above, like a welcome mat.

Fuck. Trish's cunt was absolutely fucking beautiful. I wanted to fuck her so much. I let a finger toy in the slit of her cunt. I was full of emotions: fear mostly, in case she woke up, but also love for my perfect daughter and lust to fuck her like crazy. Her cunt felt so soft. The lips of her cunt hole moulded neatly around my lightly probing finger. How I longed to push it up her as far as it would go. I sniffed the finger that had just been toying with her cunt slit. Oh, my. The unmistakeable odour of fresh pussy. My daughter's pussy!

I was getting excited, it was hard to sit still, hard not to get my cock out and just ream my daughter senseless. But I was also scared. Trish moved a little. Reluctantly, I smoothed her panties back over the gates of paradise and returned to more respectable foot rubbing.

When Trish did wake up, the titles were running on the screen. I'd not seen much of the second half.

"Oh, wow," Trish said stretching delightfully, like a waking cat. "I nodded off, sorry Dad."

"No problem at all, darling," I replied. "I like it when you relax. And it ...

... was kind of nice to give you a foot massage after all this time."

"I'd better get to bed," she said, standing up from the lounge, "I'm so tired. Night, Dad and thanks for a great dinner and a lovely evening. Oh and thanks for the foot rub, too."

"Any time. Goodnight beautiful girl," I said tenderly and we kissed lightly.

I was so worked up that I knew it would be a while before I could sleep. I was thrilled by my illicit exploration of the love cave between Trish's legs. I sniffed my cunt-scented finger once again. Mmm. If only I had been able to shove it all the way up her and feel her warm, wet walls close around my finger! I was wired. I went to my bedroom thinking about fucking my sweet daughter's sweet smelling cunt.

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Thinking back to that night, I guess that I was totally consumed by desire. I was like a volcano about to explode with lust that had built-up over several days. I hadn't been sleeping well, I hadn't been eating properly, I'd been constantly watching porn, wanking, fantasising about daughter fucking. When I did sleep, it was restless and my dreams were filled with fantasies of Trish-fucking. It wasn't normal. I was going crazy, out of control. I couldn't think straight, but it was impossible to concentrate on anything else. That night I came to the conclusion that I HAD to fuck Trish. It was the only way out. I HAD to FUCK her.

But how? I knew a little physical "encouragement" might be necessary. It would be regrettable, if it came to ...