My New Life

By moc.liamg@66ebircsnedlog

Published on Dec 7, 2010

Bisexual

My New Life Pt. 4 Chelsea visits

About two weeks after my move I opened the door to see my daughter Chelsea standing outside. She is a beautiful girl, just turned fifteen, with all-American blonde and blue-eyed looks. It hadn't escaped my notice that she was turning into a young woman, especially after a shopping trip to the mall. Every guy with a pulse turned to look at her as we walked.

"HI daddy!"

"HI sweetie! How are you?"

"Good. Mom says hello."

"She okay?"

"No. She's still broken up."

"I'm sorry."

We sat down on the couch. Her short skirt rode up almost to her panties. I tried not to look.

"How's Todd?" Todd was her boyfriend of the hour.

"He's a jerk. I caught him screwing one of my friends at a party."

"That sucks." Considering the events of the last few weeks, I was no one to judge.

"He's been pressuring me for weeks to do it. I was almost ready but now he misses out."

I put my arm around her to comfort her. She nuzzled her head into the crook in my arm. I gently rubbed her back and noticed she was not wearing a bra.

"Oh daddy, it's hard! Sometimes I get so horny, but..."

Whoa! My fifteen year-old daughter talking about being horny? Of course I knew she would have those feelings, but to hear about them was something else.

"It's only natural, sweetie."

"I know."

Somehow her hand landed on my crotch. She let it sit for just a moment, then looked up at me full of guilt. I just smiled and moved her hand off.

"I guess you get horny too, huh daddy?"

"Yes, dear."

"I loved to hear you in the next room fucking mom. It got me so hot!'

"Chelsea..."

"You know I used to imagine it was me you were fucking instead of mom. Is that nasty?"

I was quickly losing control of the situation. My daughter had just confessed to dreaming of me, her father, fucking her the way I used to do her mother. My cock began to grow. I shifted to bring a little relief but to no avail.

"I don't think this is a good idea. You're still confused about the divorce..."

"This has nothing to do with that, daddy. I've felt this way for a long time."

My own daughter leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. If I was confused about Blake, this was something else! I could feel her breasts pushing into me and I started to melt. When her hand began rubbing me through my pants I was a goner.

Chelsea leaned back and smiled as she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing those teenage tits. They were solid b-cups, but on her small frame they looked bigger. Her nipples were tiny and pink, and totally erect. Nature took over and I reached out to hold them. Chelsea signed as I gently fondled her breasts.

She next reached over to pull my shirt off before standing and pulling off her skirt and panties in one motion. She didn't have a lot of pubic hair, just a few sparse dark blonde curls around the top of her mound. "Come on, Daddy. It's your turn!"

This was it. There was no turning back. The sight a beautiful, naked teenage girl, much less my own daughter, made me go past any line there may once have been. I unbuckled my pants and pulled them and my boxers down and off. My cock stood there, presenting itself to Chelsea. She licked her lips at the sight of it.

"So that's what made me," she said as she took it in her hand. She stroked it, unsure of herself. My guess was that it was her first penis. I showed her how to stroke it, and how to softly play with my balls.

Once she had the hang of it I moved her on top of me so she could continue her play and I could gain access to her pussy. When I started licking my way around she took me in her mouth. It was so warm and wet! Her pussy was incredible and her juices unbelievably sweet.

All of a sudden Chelsea sat up and turned around. She gave me a wicked smile, my cock still in her hand.

"Daddy, I want you to take my virginity. I've been saving it just for you!"

I didn't know what to say, and was silent as she climbed into position. She held the head of my penis at my opening and looked to me for guidance. I put my hands on her hips and guided her down on my pole. It was hard enough getting just the head in, and soon it met her hymen. After a few tries I flipped her over on her back and crawled between her legs.

"This is going to hurt, sweetie."

"I know. But I trust you, daddy."

I leaned down to kiss her and slowly brought one hand around to her tight little ass. My cock was poised at her entrance. I tried to get her to relax a bit before I pinched her ass cheek hard. As she started to yell from that unexpected pain I thrust my cock all the way into her, tearing away her virginity forever. I just held myself in her, letting Chelsea get used to having a hard piece of man meant inside her.

"I'm so sorry to hurt you, baby. Never again."

She smiled in understanding. I started slow, just moving myself around inside her. I then began to pick up the pace, and my Chelsea went along, thrusting her hips off the couch as I fucked my little girl. I thought about all the things we had shared. The first skinned knee, the first time she got her period, and now her first fuck.

"Fuck me daddy! It feels so good!"

"I am, sweetie. Your pussy is making daddy feel good too!"

In that moment I was no longer her father, but an animal seeking satisfaction of animal urges. I thrust in and out of her hard. I could feel her cervix against the tip of my penis when I bottomed out, and the feeling of my balls bouncing against her ass was incredible. Chelsea was making all sorts of animal noises, urging me on. Her hands were on my ass, trying to pull me even deeper.

I felt my orgasm building and I tried to ease up to prolong things. By the clenching of her vaginal muscles I could tell that my daughter had reached her own climax. Without a thought of the consequences I let loose my daddy cream, the same sperm that had created Chelsea fifteen years before.

"Yes, daddy. I can feel it! I can feel your stuff shooting inside me! Give me more!"

My balls emptied their treasure into the hot, waiting vagina of my little girl. I grunted as I came, feeling so good I can't really describe it. When I was finished I got off her and ate her pussy. The taste of our combined juices was incredible and Chelsea came again.

The enormity of what we had just done hit me as we lay in each other's arms on the couch. I could see my sperm dripping out of her and I started to get hard again.

I had given no thought to birth control. I had wanted Chelsea to get on the pill when she hit puberty, but my ex-wife would have none of it, saying it would encourage her to become a slut. I had slipped her a pack of condoms on the sly and she'd turned eight shades of red.

Just as I was getting ready for round two, I heard the front door open. Chelsea and I were quite a sight for Blake when he walked into the living room.

"Wow" was all he could say.

"Not quite the way I wanted you to meet my daughter, Blake."

"Hi, Chelsea. Nice to meet you."

"Hi." She was a little embarrassed and tried to hide behind me.

"I'm going to jump in the shower," he said. Once he was gone Chelsea and I got dressed.

"So that's your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, sweetie."

"He's hot!"

"Yes he is." I kissed her on the forehead. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Just fine. That was better than I ever imagined."

"Listen, Chealse, are you...do you...?"

"What?"

"Are you on the pill or anything?"

"Nope. Don't worry about it."

As it turned out I should have worried about it. Despite all the urban myths, you can get pregnant your first time. And Chelsea did. Nine months later she gave birth to her own half-brother and named him Salvatore, after my grandfather. She never gave up that I was the one who made her pregnant. She and Blake got along famously.

Once the baby was born Chelsea and I never had sex again but remain extremely close. Once she finished high school (I insisted) and went off to college she met an incredible man who married her, adopted little Sal, and gave me three more grandchildren. The fact that he is my age and looks a lot like me makes me happy.


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