Her head had somehow wedged behind the sofa.
My daughter was standing on her left foot, with her right foot stretched over her head and stuck in the hole her hitting it had caused.
MJ had put a leotard on. This one had a couple of clips in the groin so the wearer could undo those to go to the loo without having to take the leotard completely off.
The silver clips glinted in the light.
Weirdly, MJ wasn’t calling out for help, just trying to extricate herself, but she was stuck pretty fast.
I looked at my daughter’s barely covered snatch and perineum, and I swear the leotard looked damp.
Just then, something came over me. Suddenly I was hornier than a randy goat when the nannies are in heat.
I looked at MJ’s barely covered snatch, ‘Did I dare?’ I thought.
Creeping quietly, I moved closer to MJ.
‘Definitely wet,’ I thought. ‘But from what? Sweat or arousal?’
When I was closer, my mind went, ‘Arousal. I’d recognise that smell anywhere because it’s exactly as Molly used to smell when we made love.’
My daughter was stuck and couldn’t see a damned thing past the couch her head was jammed behind, but should I? I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to taste my daughter’s pussy.
Safe in the knowledge she would never know who did it, I gently unclipped her leotard. MJ’s trimmed but still hairy pussy sprang into view.
MJ moaned but voiced no complaint, so I lowered my mouth onto the entrance of her vulva and began to tongue her. It didn’t take very long before MJ exploded.
Her ‘peach nectar’ poured from her pussy in a gushing flow. MJ, as her mother was, was a squirter. I eagerly lapped up all her juices.
MJ was moaning and thrusting her hips back and forth with undisguised desire, so I slipped a finger inside her pussy. My finger only got a little way in before encountering MJ’s hymen.
My lusts were singing, my heart was pounding, and my legs were trembling. My brain wasn’t thinking my dick was.
I knew, no matter what happened because of this, I was going to take my daughter’s virginity.
Because her hymen was still intact, I couldn’t bring MJ to orgasm by fingering her Gspot, so I lowered my mouth back onto her vulva and began to run my tongue in long strokes from her perineum to her clitoris.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, Oh God,” was all MJ could say as I swirled my tongue over her clit and lapped at her labia as well as sticking my tongue as deep into her vulva as her hymen would allow.
“OMFG!” MJ almost screamed. “I’m cumming!”
As MJ erupted into a squirting orgasm again, I straightened, took my rigidly stiff 7-inch cock in my right hand, and aimed it at the entrance to her cunt.
MJ squirted as she came, paused to moan “OMFG” again and then squirted again as another orgasmic spasm hit her. As MJ thrust her hips forwards in time to her cum spasm, I bent my knees and pushed my rock-hard cock back at her forward-thrusting perineum.
For the second time in my life, I felt the momentary exquisite resistance before a hymen ruptures under the assault of a rampant penis before sliding deep into my daughter’s hot and extremely tight cunt. I saw the quick splash of blood spray from MJ’s pussy as her hymen parted. It was undeniably beautiful.
MJ gave a deep grunt as my cock broke through and slid deep into her.
Holding still, I gave my daughter a chance to become accustomed to having her most intimate space filled with cock.
I heard my daughter moan for a few brief seconds before she tentatively pushed her pussy back at my cock.
Working slowly, I started to rock my hips back and forth. MJ was soon moving with me, thrusting her hips forward to meet my thrusts and swinging them back as I pulled away.
MJ began emitting low guttural grunts. The grunts turned to barely understandable words before changing to high-pitched screams.
“Fuck me, please. OMFG, that feels so good. Fuck me, my darling man!”
Taking her cue, I began to thrust harder and faster into her. Before long, I was pounding my daughter with everything I had. The harder my pubic bone hit MJ’s clit, the louder she got. The faster I thrust in and out, the higher-pitched her voice became.
In the end, MJ’s words devolved into a high pitched almost squeal of, “FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
MJ was squirting over and over as I thumped into her. The feeling of my daughter’s juices pouring over my balls was too much, and with a barely stifled groan of my own, I started cumming into my daughter.
Feeling cum squirting into her sent MJ into another round of squirting orgasmic events. I’d spurt into her, and she’d squirt over me.
It felt so incredibly hot and sexy that I must’ve come at least seven or eight times before my shuddering hips stopped.
I stroked into MJ one last time as she moaned and shook in one last orgasm.
Shame immediately hit me. I had just ‘ruined’ my daughter. Taken her virginity and cum inside her. Fuck! I didn’t even know if she was on the pill, and I hadn’t used a condom. What if I’d made my daughter pregnant?
What would Molly have done to me if she was alive to know of this? ‘Probably killed me,’ I thought.
MJ was still shuddering with post-orgasmic bliss as I gently lifted and twisted her foot so I could extricate it from the hole in the wall.
I gave the foot a hard backward shove so MJ would fall over behind the couch and bolted out the door back to the bedroom.
I wanted to pray MJ wouldn’t be able to right herself in time to see who had just deflowered her, but I knew that was adding another wrong to an already unforgivable act.
Back in the room I was sharing with MJ, I quickly stripped to bare and hid my cum and blood-stained boxers in the bottom of our luggage bag, grabbed a towel, and headed for the shower to wash the evidence of my act away.
The bathroom door’s lock hadn’t worked since I was a kid and stayed there.
Deep in thoughts of my betrayal and suffering from guilty pangs, I didn’t notice the bathroom door opening or MJ slipping inside.
I first noticed her when she opened the shower curtain and stepped into the shower with me.
Shocked, I said, “MJ! What are you doing?”
“This, daddy.”
And MJ grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a passionate kiss.
MJ grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. Despite my shame and shock, I was desperately hard again in no time.
“It’s okay, daddy,” MJ moaned. “I wanted you to find me. I wanted you to be my first lover. No one I’ve met compares, and I want this to be. That’s why I pretended to be stuck.”
“It’s wrong, MJ,” I said even as I groaned to her strokes. “Fathers shouldn’t have sex with their daughters.”
“Even if it’s what mum wanted?”
“You can’t possibly know what your mother wanted, MJ. She died just after you were born.”
“She left me a diary describing all her hopes and wants for me. In the diary, she asked, no, she demanded, that I look after you. Look after all your needs until it was time for you to join her.
She even explained that I would have to seduce you because you would never take me as your lover if I didn’t.”
“How come I’ve never seen this diary?”
“Because it was delivered to me from your lawyer’s early on the morning of my fifteenth birthday. I had no idea of its existence before then either.