Daddy's Secret Desire
Darla glanced out the driver side window as she guided the old white pick-up truck down SH 37. She thought she saw her brother Ernie and his best friend Adam sitting on the porch steps. A tingle of excitement ran down her spine and a wide grin formed on her glossy pink lips. She was pretty sure he was the one that had been hiding in her walk-in closet, reaching out from behind the wall of hanging clothes and indiscriminately feeling up her semi-naked body as she exchanged school clothes for less formal attire.
She pretended not to notice the roaming fingers as they lightly touched her bare breasts and panty-covered ass cheeks. It gave her a thrilling rush every time he did. It all started a week after her eighteenth birthday and was slowly increasing in frequency. She hoped he would be there again today. She passed by the farm house, turned onto a dirt road, and circled back around. Darla parked by the porch where her brother now sat alone. She didn't ask about Adam, as she hoped he had snuck up into her room again. Two days had passed since the last time, and she was eager for him today.
"When are you going to get a job?" she asked her lazy older brother as she bounded up the steps.
"When are you going to graduate from high school?" he retorted.
"In three months, wise-ass; I'll probably have a job before you do."
"Yeah, we'll see," Ernie replied in a doubtful voice.
It was the normal daily exchange of teasing, demeaning jabs at one another. Darla anxiously climbed the steps to her room and placed a heavy book bag on the bed. She looked at the closet door and noticed it was partially open. She'd made a point that morning of latching the door. Seeing it open quickened her pulse and breathing. Her stomach knotted with nervous excitement mixed with a little fear. She wringed her hands and finally calmed down enough to pop the buttons of her blouse apart with visibly trembling fingers.
"What shall I wear today?" she asked aloud as she slipped the blouse off her shoulders. "I certainly won't need this bra any more."
She tossed the blouse and bra onto the foot of her bed. She turned toward the dresser mirror and quickly appraised her body. Her fingers brushed through her light, shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair. She knew her face was pretty, which was supported by a long, slender neck. Her bright blue eyes accented her natural beauty.
Darla lifted the firm breasts. They weren't as large as some, but there was enough for Adam to play with. And he seemed to like her dark pink nipples well enough. When they got hard they were as big as the erasers on new number 2 pencils like they had at school. She squeezed the soft mounds and wondered if he would go further this time. He had to know she was a willing participant. He'd have to be an idiot to think she didn't notice him touching her, and Adam was anything but that; if it was him at all. But who else could it be? The Boogeyman? That thought sent a chill down her spine as she recalled the thriller she recently watched.
She removed her brown dress slacks and carefully folded them over a straight-backed wooden chair. Darla pulled the top dresser drawer open and looked through the collection of panties. She wanted to wear something sexy for him. She had several skimpy ones. Darla selected a white pair with a cute flower print. She glanced back and wondered if he was looking out at her right now. If he was, he'd know that she liked him hiding in there.
If she knew for sure he was looking, she wouldn't have been brave enough to change her panties in the full light of day. Her body shuddered as she faced the partially open closet door and bent over. After pushing the panties down Darla kicked them off and stood upright, naked, and gazed into the dark interior. Tingling warmth filled her belly as she moved her legs apart. She wondered if he was looking at her trimmed strawberry-blonde pubic hair and the pink lips tucked within. A hand reached down and her fingers sifted through the soft curls. It felt good so her fingers lingered longer than intended. She twitched when one descended and rubbed the outer folds.
She could be wrong and the closet might be empty. With that thought in mind she took several steps toward the doorway. When the knot in her stomach tightened with a sudden surge of fear she quickly retreated and slipped on the fresh flower-print panties. Fortified with the knowledge she wasn't completely nude, the fear was replaced with growing excitement. Darla swallowed hard and approached, slowly pulling the door open.
She jumped back and softly cried out when two red eyes suddenly appeared. Her breathing turned heavy as goose bumps rose up from her skin. She was waiting for the monster to jump out at her. When it didn't she realized the eyes were only red buttons that were caught in reflected light. Her racing heart slowed as she mentally scolded herself for being so scared. She glanced at the clothes on the bed and considered putting them back on and avoiding the closet entirely. But she wanted what she hoped might be waiting inside.
She reluctantly pulled the door open and cautiously peered into the threatening black chasm. Darla's body was trembling and her heart was pounding as she braced for any unexpected movement. The darkness beckoned, forcing her to overcome her childish fear.
Darla swallowed hard and took one step forward; she hesitated, and then took a second step. Finally she crossed the threshold. Her mind replayed highlights from dozens of movies where unknowing teens were impaled or shredded by a number of evil beasts lurking in dark shadows. She stood in place until working up enough courage to enter the blackness. Darla pulled the door closed and immersed herself in all that she feared.
"Let's see what I have up here on the shelf," she spoke aloud in a cracked and quavering voice.
She moved her right leg, feeling for a molded plastic two-step stool that she knew was there. When she located it, her foot shifted it across the carpeted floor to where she stood. As she stepped up her mind envisioned a gruesome winged creature lurking on the ceiling and reaching down. Darla cringed as a cold chill embraced her entire form. The goose bumps returned as her mouth went dry. She nearly fled, but instead leaned the front of her body against the tightly packed hanging clothes. For several seconds she didn't feel anything except clothes and hangars rubbing on her skin.
"Please be here, oh please, please," she whispered to herself. "Please don't make me go through this for nothing."
She pressed her body harder and used her knees to make separations in the nearly impenetrable wall. Just as she was on the verge of losing control of her fear and darting from the closet, Darla felt the clothes slightly shifting. Fingertips briefly brushed against the skin of her left thigh. Her body tensed as a cold chill ran down her spine. Goose bumps surfaced and her nipples hardened. Fingers barely touched her again, this time moving over her lower belly. The breath caught in her throat as tingling warmth ignited in her loins.
The contact was so light she wasn't sure if he was actually there or if she was just imagining it. She briefly pictured the hand wasn't a hand at all, but the foot-long claws of a monster that were gently scraping her skin. When would the thing decide to sink those claws into her flesh and kill her? Darla frightened herself and she was tempted to flee. When the fingers brushed the right side of her neck she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her soft gasp was easily overheard.
Once Darla's mind chased the fear away, she could smell the sweet fragrance of her own perfume on the clothes. It was both comforting and reassuring. Her trembling body calmed.
He could hear her heavy, unsteady breathing, and felt her flinch with every tender touch. He lightly stroked her flat lower belly with the back of his right hand, just barely gliding over the tiny body hairs like a plane skimming over the individual trees of a lush and welcoming forest. He pulled away, reached down, and delicately moved the tips of his fingers up her inner right thigh. The motion stirred the still air and he could detect a hint of her growing excitement.
Darla was gripped by a strange combination of both fear and sexual arousal. The complete blackness that immersed her also heightened every other sense she possessed. A man's cologne mixed with her perfume and created a pleasant yet unidentifiable scent. Every motion shifted the stagnant air in the direction of travel and was detected by her skin and hair. The slightest touch generated ripples of tingling warmth.
When the pads of his fingers traveled up an inner thigh, the heat in her belly rose to her face. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her brow. There was pressure in her supple loins that multiplied as the teasing fingers neared her aroused center. She could feel the ridges and grooves of his fingerprints and imagined what they looked like, searching for a match in her limited mental database. When they reached the elastic leg band a single finger traced along the outline of her moist lips. Darla gasped as she experienced an exhilarating rush of delight and felt a brief squirt of essence. The smell of her sex intensified and tinged the stale air.
She was desperate for more. The brief touching was torturous for her needy flesh. Moist lips barely touched her face. They kissed her flushed cheeks. She desperately moved her mouth toward them, wanting a deep kiss, but they retreated. The tongue extended and traced a path over her chin and down her long neck. At the base his mouth playfully sucked and nibbled like a vampire preparing to bite. Darla trembled in nervous excitement.
His mouth slowly moved down, blazing a meandering path over her soft skin to her right breast. Lips nibbled and a tongue licked the smooth flesh. She felt the saliva coating her swell. When it moved to the nipple he took it inside of his mouth. Darla groaned in pleasure. Her hands grabbed the shelf for support as her knees weakened. The pink tip swelled harder as he sucked and playfully chewed on the rubbery nub. She despised her fear but loved the privacy offered by the darkness. She gave in to her naughty desire and enjoyed the stranger's loving attention.
His left arm moved around her slender waist and supported her body. His right hand glided over her shapely ass and caressed the tight ass cheeks through the panties. This was the furthest he'd ever gone with her, and they both knew that she knew he was hiding amongst her clothing. It was now a secret that they shared.
She froze in fear as the right hand moved to her front and compressed the curls of hair as he rubbed on her pubic mound. The fingers slowly moved down, sliding between her quivering thighs. Darla softly groaned, both afraid and aroused by the touching. When she felt him caressing the outline of her pussy lips her entire form shuddered in nervous delight. The tingling pressure in her loins intensified. Pleasure rippled through her excited body.
Her hands tightened on the edge of the shelf as her legs shifted further apart. His fingers fondled the full length of her outer folds. She could smell her flowing juice as it soaked into the panty crotch. He pressed harder; the fabric moved between the lips and bottomed out in her hot slit. She gasped as the fingers touched her harder and faster. Her breathing grew labored as her lithe, writhing form moistened with perspiration. The still air in the closet suddenly grew warm and heavy as the heat in her belly rose up. Her chest heaved. The mouth exchanged nipples and began sucking on the other, leaving the first one wet and aching with desire.
Darla was so overcome with passion that when the tip of a finger pushed under the damp panty crotch and contacted the bare flesh she wasn't frightened at all. Her slick pussy welcomed the intrusion. Two more fingers followed and stroked her juice-smeared gorge. One teasingly pushed against the tiny virgin orifice and stretched the canal door open but didn't penetrate. The others fondled the smooth canyon walls and toyed with the enlarged clit.
Her voice emitted breathless gasps and groans of joy. The intense sensations of tingling delight amazed the sexually awakened young woman. Essence oozed from her aroused center and smeared on the probing fingers. Darla's knees grew weaker as she got hotter. She writhed in the standing position on the step stool, thighs parted so the unseen stranger could freely explore her eager flesh.
The mouth left her nipple. His breath blew on the saliva-smeared nub. Both hot and cold chills rippled through her body. Darla couldn't believe how erotic the encounter had become. She wanted him to take things further but it was all so scary at the same time.
He pulled away entirely from her nearly nude form. She heard his body shifting and metal hangars being moved on the steel rod. The hanging clothes quaked several times. When his hands emerged he grasped the elastic waistband of the panties and tugged them down over her hips. Darla froze in terror as she felt the only shred of clothing on her body being removed. The panty crotch clung to her wet pussy, glued into place by the leaking juice. He jerked on the panties and they peeled away from her tingling center. Her heart raced as never before. He pushed them all the way down to her ankles. He supported her legs as she stepped out of the soiled bottoms.
She realized he must have changed to a kneeling position when she felt his mouth on her lower belly. His arms grasped her waist and pulled her forward as he kissed and licked her smooth, flat stomach. As his lips descended closer to her bare crotch Darla's moaning returned. She was panting heavily when his face moved between her thighs and his tongue touched her juice-covered lips. She twitched like she was being touched by a live electrical wire. Her soft moans became loud cries, muffled by the clothing and the closed door. His darting tongue thrust between the folds and licked the slit from top to bottom, anxiously smearing her seeping wetness all over his face.
Darla could hear the rapid thumping of her heart and her own cries of joy. She concentrated on the wondrous tingling ball of fire in her loins that emanated throughout her luscious flesh. The pressure in her lower belly intensified as her excitement grew. Fingers rubbed on her slick pussy again. His lips and tongue teased her hard clitoris. She jerked and writhed in pleasure like a puppet on a string that he alone controlled. More juice oozed from her loins and smeared over his mouth and face. He devoured her gorgeous flesh with reckless abandon.
It finally became too much for her. Darla could feel the pressure mounting as the tingling jolts of delight grew stronger. She knew she was on the verge of orgasm, and then it happened. Her entire being momentarily stiffened. What followed was an incredible crescendo of sexual release. Her perspiring form powerfully twitched and shuddered. Acute tingling warmth rushed through her body, triggering a flood of juice that coated her core and his rapidly licking mouth. She got very dizzy when the climax peaked. The thrilling rush of pleasure ran its course and left her sweaty, breathless, and tired... and feeling more alive and satisfied than ever before.
What happened next she wanted to do, for whoever it was that had brought her such an incredible orgasm deserved the same. Darla stepped off the stool, pushed it aside, and knelt on the floor. Her hands desperately separated the wall of clothes. She moved her arms and head into the opening. She blindly groped, knowing he was back there. Her hands made contact several times and she felt around to get her bearings. Finally his hands guided her to where they both know she wanted to be. Her fingers gently felt the bulge inside his pants. Her trembling fingers located the zipper and pulled it down. Her soft fingers reached inside the opening and pulled out his large, throbbing penis.
She'd never been intimate with a man, but every girl knew how to please one. She leaned her head forward, fighting against the weight of the clothes on her shoulders that resisted her motions. He used all his strength and compressed the hanging garments, taking the weight off her body and allowing her more access. Darla moved deeper into the chasm and felt the smooth round tip of his cock as it hit her left cheek. She reached up and steadied his shaft with both hands and pushed him inside her hot mouth. Her wet tongue tentatively licked on the head as thick, milky cum leaked onto the muscle. A strong salty, musk flavor filled her mouth. Darla was unaccustomed to the taste and grimaced.
Her head began bobbing back and forth. She couldn't take much of him inside her mouth, although she tried and gagged several times. Her lips tightly wrapped around the shaft and slid back and forth several inches, simultaneously licking and sucking on his hard stem. More seed oozed from the tip and leaked from the corners of her mouth. She slowly got the hang of it and sucked him faster. She sensed he liked that because a hand cupped the back of her head and his hips began to thrust.
After a couple minutes her mouth and neck were getting tired, but she maintained the brisk pace. As he tensed and grunted, the tip ejaculated thick cum that struck the back of her throat. His hand prevented her from pulling away and he kept fucking her mouth, squirting more and more of his hot semen until he finally drained his sacs. After his hand released her Darla spit out the warm, heavy cum and wiped her face on a random garment nearest to her face.
They never spoke to each other. Darla sensed that he was finished and she left the closet the same way as she had the other times, with her hands clutching a pair of shorts and a top that she changed into before leaving her room.
As she descended the steps to the first floor she wondered if it really was Adam because she saw him sitting out back with Ernie again. How could he have gotten there quicker than she had? Who was the stranger in her closet? Could some drifter keep getting into the house? Or was it even a guy? Could the closet be haunted? The mystery would distract and concern her for the rest of the afternoon.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" her father asked Darla as she lingered at the kitchen table long after dinner was eaten. He lovingly tussled her shiny strawberry-blonde hair and placed his hands on her shoulders as a show of support.
"Just trying to think things through that don't seem to make any sense at all," she answered back in a frustrated voice.
Nate softly chuckled at the look of utter exasperation on her otherwise beautiful face. "Come on, it's getting late. Get upstairs and change into your night clothes and you can cuddle up with daddy on his recliner and watch TV."
She sighed in frustration as she scooted the chair back and stood up. He reached his arms around and hugged her tightly. She loved it when he did that. It was hard sometimes not having a mom, but she couldn't imagine a life without her daddy. It felt so reassuring being in his arms that she stopped worrying about the mystery that surrounded her closet. She decided things would work themselves out in the end.
His right hand drifted down and squeezed an ass cheek. Darla had closed her eyes and it almost seemed like she was in the closet again. She momentarily imagined daddy behind the wall of clothes, then dismissed the idea. She loved her daddy so much, but could he really love her back like that?
"It must be hard for you without mom being here to love," she assumed in a loving gesture of her support for him.
"You kids are all I need," he responded. "Well, maybe Ernie I could do without."
The father and daughter enjoyed the warm embrace and laughed at his playful confession. His left hand moved down and he cupped both ass cheeks. As he squeezed on them he pulled her lower belly against his crotch. His penis eagerly stirred inside. She felt the erotic movement of his awakened cock and yearned for its hardness.
Darla cried out in surprise as he sharply swatted her ass. "Go! Get upstairs and change. Meet me in the living room."
She giggled as she hurried to the steps and climbed them two at a time. Darla heard music as she passed by Ernie's room. He was such a loser. She wasn't at all surprised by the smell of weed as it seeped out from around the closed door. She suddenly felt sorry for her daddy and was determined to make him proud; at least of her.
She quickly undressed and slipped into a loose-fitting pair of light blue teddy bear shorts and a matching top. She saw the reflection of the covered perky swells as she passed her dresser mirror and paused. She wondered if it was daddy's fingers that had fondled them and his mouth that had bathed them in warm saliva. She'd be so proud if it was, but was her daddy really like that? Would he readily give her such pleasure? Darla sighed. Was she holding out hope for something that would never materialize?
Darla heard the unmistakable theme song from one of her favorite shows and hurried down the steps. She jumped into daddy's loving arms and settled on his left side. She didn't notice as she shifted in his arms and the top moved up to the bottom of her breasts, leaving her belly exposed. She wouldn't have minded if she had noticed. She thought nothing of it at all; she was with her daddy.
Nate's left arm held her shoulders as his right reached down and clutched her left leg behind the knee. He drew her body close. At the first commercial break he felt her looking at him and he glanced over at her. He looked directly into her soft blue eyes. When she smiled he knew she wanted something. Darla had finally made the connection. A kiss would confirm it.
"What?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders uncertainly.
His right hand moved up and cupped her cute face. His familiar fingers stroked a smooth cheek. "Tell me what you want."
"A kiss."
He smiled, leaned over, and gently kissed her forehead.
"No, daddy, a real kiss," she explained.
He smiled and lightly kissed her sweet pink lips. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her mouth pressed hard against his. One kiss became a series of light, loving meetings of their lips. When he felt the tip of her tongue his mouth opened. The warm muscles entwined, rubbing together in an erotic dance. Even after the commercial break ended and the show returned Darla refused to relinquish her special embrace with daddy.
The kissing turned hot and feverish as they acknowledged their desire for one another. It continued for the duration of the show without interruption, like two teens discovering the joys of kissing for the first time. Finally the temptation was too great. Nate moved his right hand up. He caressed her smooth belly before pushing underneath her pullover top. His palm and fingers cupped a soft breast and gently fondled the warm, soft swell. A thumb lightly rubbed on the swollen nipple, evoking soft groans of delight. Her young body shuddered against his left side and shoulder.
"It was you in my closet all along," she whispered. It wasn't a question but rather a statement of fact.
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen," he tried to explain. "I know that Ernie is into drugs a little, and I was so afraid you might be too. I was just looking to see if you might be hiding something. I was in the closet when you came home. I was embarrassed so I hid behind the clothes. I never intended to touch you the first time, but after I did..."
"I'm so glad, daddy," Darla confessed. "I never knew it could be so exciting being touched. Knowing that it's you makes it so much more special."
"Maybe we can keep that our secret place, where we can do anything in the dark," Nate suggested. "I think that's the only place where we should let anything happen."
His mouth and hands retreated from her willing body. It took all of his strength to deny himself her luscious flesh.
"I understand, daddy," Darla assured him. She realized that very few people could understand how they felt for one another. "I think I'll get ready for bed."
After washing up and brushing her teeth Darla returned to her room. The closet door was partially open so she crossed the room to close it. That was when she noticed some shifting of her garments. A wide grin appeared on her face. The excitement she felt earlier quickly returned.
This time as she advanced to the beckoning chasm there was no fear. She confidently approached, entered, and closed the door in her wake. She knew daddy, only daddy, was inside.
There was no longer any need for hiding from each other. Nate stepped forward and took her into his arms. Their mouths embraced and warm tongues anxiously entwined. His hands reached beneath her top and fondled the firm, soft mounds he so adored. She groaned into his mouth and quivered with nervous energy. They both sensed this was the time, and there was little reason not to fully enjoy what the other offered.
Nate quickly shed his clothing. His penis was already hard; it pulsated excitedly. He gently pulled Darla's top off over her head and extended arms, then knelt down and lowered the shorts. She placed her hands on his shoulders for support before stepping out of them.
When his mouth kissed her smooth lower belly it filled with tingling warmth. Her hands blindly reached up and out, grasping the steel hanging rod with both hands. The rough edges of the cheap metal hangars scratched her fingers but she ignored it. He raised her left leg and draped it over his right shoulder. He grasped her right leg behind the knee and shifted her slender thighs far apart. Darla's pussy was already moist and emanated the smell of sex.
"Oh, daddy!" Darla exclaimed in a choked and broken whisper as his mouth pressed against her moistened outer folds.
His flicking tongue licked up and down the smooth outer folds, tasting her leaking juice. It speared between the lips and anxiously pushed into the slit. Her groans sounded as his wet muscle devoured her hot flesh. His organ seemed to be everywhere at once; teasingly pressing against the opening to her vagina, moving up and down the valley of her pussy, and dancing over her enlarged clitoris. Her young, shapely body writhed in the dark interior, hanging from the steel rod like so many of her clothes.
Tingling fire filled her void as thick juice leaked from her center. Her form quaked as never before as she savored the intense rush of pleasure that filled her flesh. Squishing sounds joined her groaning and grew louder the more aroused she became. Darla no longer associated danger with darkness, but rather joyous delight. As the shifting tongue moved over the tiny nub of her clit, intense waves of delight embraced her body. Beads of sweat formed on her skin and dripped from her vibrating form.
She briefly stiffened, then twitched in sexual release. Loud, muffled cries sounded as an orgasm erupted in her loins. Essence flowed from her belly and soaked her eager slit. Daddy's face was coated with the streaming juice as he feasted on her hot, slick pussy. Darla's hips thrust her crotch against his mouth and maximized the pleasure. For several wondrous moments she enjoyed her second climax with daddy, and sensed it wouldn't be last.
His arms circled around her lower back and he pulled her from the rod, gently laying her down on her back on the narrow floor at the bottom of the closet. Her quivering thighs willingly shifted far apart. He moved between them. His hands grasped her wrists. He crossed her arms and pinned them to the carpet above her head. Darla was aroused by the sense of helplessness the movement created, as if she couldn't stop him if she wanted to. But halting his advances was the last thing she desired.
"Love me, daddy," she whispered into the darkness, fearing only that he might stop.
She felt pressure as the head of his swollen penis stabbed between the juicy outer folds of her pussy and bottomed out in her tiny canyon. It slowly pushed up and down, smearing itself with her flowing wetness. She jerked and shuddered beneath him as it passed over her clitoris several times. When the round tip pressed at the opening of her virgin tunnel Darla braced herself for the pain that she knew would accompany his penetration.
Her nude form tensed. She gasped and cried out as his hips slowly, tenderly thrust forward. His hard cock stretched the walls of her orifice, which complained with stinging pain. He pressed harder; the opening flexed wider. Her cries turned to moans as his round head eased into the juice-slick entrance. The tip throbbed against her tight love chamber, just barely inside. Darla could feel every insistent beat of his heart as he hesitated before the membrane of her innocence that she knew he was about to tear through.
"Daddy, I want it to be you," she encouraged him in a breathless whisper.
Her plea was followed by stinging pain as his cock tore through her cherry. He passed beyond the tissue and deeper inside. Her tunnel walls stretched to accommodate his size and she pulsated around his thrusting stem. The pain continued as he extended his full length inside of her virgin canal, but the rhythmic loving that followed ushered in a sensation of pleasure she could have never imagined.
Darla had always wanted to feel close to daddy, and now for the first time she did. His swollen cock pierced her orifice and pushed deeply inside her belly. There was wondrous pressure and a tingling fire in her center as he slowly advanced and retreated. His penis was wet with her flowing essence and it dripped from her luscious folds onto the carpeting below, laced with traces of blood. His groans of pleasure were joined by her gasping moans of delight.
Her arms embraced his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his waist. Darla's hips moved in time with his, thrusting against his driving penis and inviting him deeper inside. The emptiness she felt was gone, and it seemed as if daddy was now a part of her as he pumped into her juicy center. There was nothing to fear as her daddy cradled her with love.
"Oh, daddy, you're so deep," she softly whispered. "Yeah, love me, love me good, daddy. Oh, your cock is so hard. Give it to me."
Her pleas intensified his passion. His slow strokes became harder and faster. The unmoving air around them grew hot as his thumping penis charged forward into her thrusting pelvis. Her tight, hot, wet chamber greeted his steel-hard prick. Her stretched canal readily accepted his full length as its innocence dripped from the delicate outer folds like morning dew from the petals of a freshly opened flower. Sweat formed on their overheated bodies and rolled down the moist skin.
When her moans grew louder and her body writhed faster Nate recognized she was getting close. He wanted her first time to be a sweet memory. His mouth found hers and their tongues feverishly entwined as he repeatedly pierced her glorious canal. She wildly twitched like a speared fish as delight filled her loins. The stimulation provided by his gliding penis triggered orgasm.
"Daddy! Oh, daddy!" Darla breathlessly exclaimed as her lithe form jerked in uncontrollable spasms of pleasure. "Uh! Oh!"
Her sensitized pussy suddenly flooded with juice and bathed his stem. Nate thrust fast and hard as her tunnel tightened and fluttered around his cock, splattering her flowing essence. Thick semen seeped from his head and mixed with her nectar. She gasped in joy at the amazing wonder of their loving union. For several seconds she savored the delightful sensations of climax, much more intense than any she'd enjoyed before.
She tensed a final time and her writhing body quieted. Her skin and hair was damp with sweat. She panted in an effort to catch her breath. In the moments following climax she experienced such a special bond and strong love for her daddy. Her arms hugged him tightly and she kissed his neck in an emotional display.
Nate slowed his brisk strokes and moved inside her at a relaxed pace. He pulled out until only the head remained in her. He could feel her hot juice dripping from his pulsating flesh. He pushed forward and felt his cock spreading the tight canal walls apart as it slid fully inside. He strained to reach as deep as possible before retreating.
It was this series of loving thrusts that increased the pressure and tingling warmth in his heavy balls and belly. He groaned and savored the joy of his rising semen. Loud grunts of delight announced climax. He jerked as his driving cock filled her void and exploded in orgasm. He ejaculated packets of thick, milky love into her womb.
When his balls were empty Nate pulled out and pulled Darla into his arms. The blackness in the closet cradled their idle, sweaty forms. She found an amazing sense of solace and comfort in his arms and never wanted to lose that.
"I love you so much, daddy," Darla whispered. "Will you always love me like this?"
She felt his head nodding up and down. "For as long as I can."