The sound of the alarm woke me.
How I’d managed to fall into a deep, prolonged sleep after the events of the previous evening was a complete mystery to me.
Gábina.
Her magnificent breasts.
Her trembling body.
Her eyes fixed on mine.
Her orgasm arriving at the same moment as mine.
My cock was waking up along with the memories, and it very much wanted another taste of forbidden fruit.
Just as I’d made up my mind about that, I heard someone thundering down the stairs the way only teenagers can, then the back door slammed and the engine of Gábina’s car — which I’d lent her — turned over. I jumped out of bed and went to the window. Gábi was behind the wheel, backing out of our driveway.
“For fuck’s sake, Gábina!” I heard our younger son in the hallway. She’d been in such a hurry, so desperate to avoid me in the morning, that she’d left him behind — despite the fact that she drove him to school every day, the same school she attended.
“What’s going on?” My wife rolled over and stretched, trying to make sense of the latest domestic drama.
I sighed and lied. “Nothing serious, sweetheart. The kids are arguing again. She left without him.”
I went to the bathroom to take care of business, and heard my wife murmur behind me: “Have a word with her, will you?”
It had been common knowledge in our household for some time that Gábina was constitutionally incapable of hearing anything that came out of her mother’s mouth. I put it down to the selective hearing most teenage girls develop, but Stáňa, my beloved wife, maintained it was because Gábi was a daddy’s girl through and through.
“Come straight home after school. Understood?”
I sent my daughter a short message before setting my phone on the bathroom shelf and attempting to have a piss with a raging erection.
“OK, Dad,” she replied almost immediately.
Gábina and I needed to talk.
It wasn’t difficult to persuade Stáňa to nap before her hospital shift. I tempted her with a nice dinner, framed as a kind gesture on my part. Technically she deserved it, but let’s be honest — I needed as much privacy as possible for a serious conversation with my daughter.
At 2:45 I sat down on a stool at the kitchen island. I’d spent the entire day trying to concentrate on work. Working from home had its advantages, but not when you were trying to stop replaying the scent of your daughter’s aroused pussy in your mind.
I heard tyres on the driveway. I took a deep breath, silenced my phone and put it out of reach.
The back door opened and Gábina spotted me immediately. This time she wasn’t surprised to see me there. She was trying to look indifferent, but her breathing gave her away.
She took off her jacket, draped it over the hook, then walked slowly to the other side of the island and set her bag down. She wasn’t just breathing shallowly — her hands were trembling slightly, and I couldn’t help thinking about how difficult it must be for her to stay composed.
We stared at each other. Neither of us spoke.
I had the sense that the temperature in the room was rising rapidly. I could hear the clock Stáňa had inherited from her grandmother ticking in the living room. I couldn’t remember ever noticing it before.
“Where’s your brother?” I asked, not taking my eyes off her.
“He said he’s going to Dan’s.” Gábina’s voice was unsteady and so quiet I began to wonder if she was genuinely frightened. I’d expected embarrassment, or shame. I’d also prepared myself for the possibility that she’d be angry, or disgusted — though I’d seen many things on her face the previous evening and disgust hadn’t been among them.
Eventually she said: “Where’s Mum?”
“Having a nap before her shift.”
Gábi gave a small nod. It took her a moment, but then she asked: “Did you tell her Michal was here last night?”
I took a slow breath before answering — partly to settle my pounding heart, partly because I didn’t mind letting my daughter sit in suspense for a few seconds.
“No, Gábi. I didn’t.”
Her eyes widened, but she kept her voice low. “Why not?”
I slid off the stool and came around the corner of the island. Her shoulders tensed immediately, which had the effect of making her already impossible-to-ignore breasts press forward just a little more. I dropped my voice to explain, and by the time I finished her cheeks were burning.
“If I’d told her you had a boy in the house with his face between your legs and his fingers inside you,” I said, and watched her draw a visible breath, “I imagine you could just as easily tell her that I didn’t only watch — I watched with my cock in my hand. And I’d have to admit that the entire time I was wishing I could join in, just so I could cover those beautiful big tits of yours with the come you saw shooting out of me.”
I’ll admit that was a shock tactic. It would never have occurred to me in a million years that I’d speak to my own daughter like that, but it served a purpose. I needed to know what Gábina was thinking, and I couldn’t find that out without catching her off guard.
Exactly as I’d hoped, she gasped.
Her eyes fell half shut.
She bit her lip and breathed a barely audible sigh.
In that moment I knew everything I needed to know. Gábina wasn’t disgusted — not even remotely. If I were a betting man I’d have staked everything on the fact that her knickers had just gone wet.
I moved quickly, so that when she opened her eyes I was close to her — not touching, but close.
“I need to know a few things.”
She stared straight ahead but nodded.
“Did you tell Michal I saw you last night?”
Her head moved almost imperceptibly from side to side before she whispered: “No.”
I reached out and ran my right hand along her waist, coming to rest lightly on her stomach.
“Has he ever fucked you?”
She flinched slightly — presumably uncomfortable discussing it with her father — but she nodded. I’d hoped, foolish as it was given how intense the two of them had been the previous night, that I might be the first to taste that young pussy. It was something I hadn’t even known I wanted until I’d realised I wanted to fuck my daughter.
I must have looked disappointed, because she whispered: “Sorry.”
“Have you slept with anyone else?” She bit her lip and shook her head.
These questions were giving me an increasingly powerful erection. I moved my hand to her hip and turned her body to face mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest and the bulge in my trousers pushed noticeably against her thigh.
I tipped her chin up gently. Her eyes avoided mine, as though she didn’t know how this conversation was going to end — though I suspected she wasn’t that naive. “Are you on contraception, sweetheart?”
Another surprise question. And her reaction — even more surprising — was to place both hands on my waist and grip my shirt.
She was still whispering. “Yes, Dad.”
She was beginning to understand the new rules.
“Good girl.”
She nodded, and because she didn’t ask, I told her.
“Because I’m going to want to fill that little pussy with my come.”
Her lips parted and stayed that way. She was breathing through them.
“Do you want that, Gábi?”
I took hold of her T-shirt and slid my fingers underneath, touching her bare skin. She was burning.
“Do you want it?”
This time she nodded faster and kept nodding until she swallowed and remembered how to use her mouth.
“Yes. I want it, Dad.”
“Of course you do,” I murmured, and pressed my mouth to hers.
Those magnificent breasts pushed hard against my chest. I leaned forward slightly until I felt the tip of my cock in the narrow space between her inner thighs and the promised land below.
I felt her arms go around me, her fingers digging into my skin. Several of her nails caught on the fabric of my shirt. A wild one. She’d shown me that the previous night, but now I had no room for doubt. The moment that landed, I wanted not only to experience that youthful wildness with her — I wanted to show her how experienced and unrestrained things could be on the other side of it.
I turned her so her back was against the counter and wasted no time. I pushed her T-shirt up under her chin and pulled the pink satin cups of her bra down, finally seeing those breasts up close. They were fucking magnificent. I took both of them in my hands, testing their weight and fullness, and I was rough enough about it that Gábi arched back slightly over the counter and offered them to me more fully.
Her nipples looked soft but were hard as stone, a shade darker than the surrounding skin. I bent down to them and pulled her left breast into my mouth, trying to take as much of it as I could, which made her hiss and then moan as though she wanted more and more.
While my mouth worked her breast I pushed my trousers and boxers down. The moment my hard cock came out into the light I found Gábina’s right hand, took her by the wrist and pressed it against me. Not a trace of hesitation or shyness. Without any instruction she wrapped her hand around the base and began to stroke me with surprising skill.
“Christ, yes, sweetheart, stroke Dad’s cock. From now on this is the only cock you’re allowed.”
“Do you want me to be only yours?”
I ran my hand down over her skirt, focused entirely on delaying my orgasm until she was begging for mercy.
She yelped when my fingers found the soft folds of her nineteen-year-old pussy. I pressed to part them and felt the wetness at my fingertips.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” I groaned. “You’re only mine — you don’t look at another man again!” Her free hand slipped into my hair and I remembered watching her gripping Michal’s hair while she rode his face. She was growing bolder by the second.
“I’m an adult, I don’t belong to you, I can do what I want. And fuck whoever I want,” she teased.
“Bloody hell, Gábi,” I growled. My cock was impossibly hard. Her hand was moving faster and more easily now, slicked by the pre-come leaking from the head.
“This pussy is mine only — do you understand?” And with that I drove two fingers sharply into her and she gasped. She lifted her left leg slightly, knee coming up and out.
“That’s it — give Dad access to that hot little pussy.”
“You shouldn’t be doing this, it’s forbidden,” she breathed.
“You’re in my house, under my roof. I make the rules here — understood?”
I worked my thumb against her clit and concentrated on driving her out of her mind.
“I’ll bring whoever I want here. And fuck them right in front of you if I feel like it.”
“If you bring anyone else here I’ll kill him.”
She shuddered with arousal. I began drawing my fingers out and driving them back in deep, in a merciless rhythm. Each time I entered her she was hotter and wetter than before.
I brought my mouth to her ear and said quietly:
“This pussy is mine, Gábi. Do you hear me?”
I kept going and answered the question myself without waiting: “It belongs to me. You belong to me.”
She clenched around me, then answered with a tormented moan.
“Yes, Dad.” She closed her eyes, wrapped her left arm around my neck, and breathed it out when she whispered: “Make me come. Make your little girl come.”
She was still gasping for breath when I snapped: “I want everything you did with that little prick!” The moment those words left my mouth I heard the floorboards creak above us. I was suddenly very aware that I was fingering my daughter directly beneath my sleeping wife.
“You’d better hurry, sweetheart. Mum could be down any minute.”
Gábi gasped, and the walls of her pussy clenched again around my fingers. Her hips began to rock in the limited space I’d given her.
“What’s turning you on, Gábi? The thought of Mum catching you getting fingered by your own father? Or seeing you stroking your dad’s cock?” She whimpered and began desperately riding my hand without stopping her strokes.
“I hope she can smell that desperate little pussy of yours from across the room — the way I could smell it last night.”
“God—” Gábi dropped her head against my chest, clamped my hand between her thighs and began to shake so hard I could barely hold her. I felt her pussy convulse around my fingers and understood that I had just made my daughter come for the first time.
And I hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
The footsteps above were getting closer.
“Good girl, Gábi.” I took a fistful of her silky hair, pulled her head back and pushed the fingers I’d just taken from her pussy into her mouth. “Lick them clean.”
Her lips closed firmly around my fingers and she sucked her own taste from them. I pulled my fingers free and kissed her, and at the first hint of her sweetness I felt I was going to lose it. I’d been fantasising about sucking the nectar directly from the source between her legs, but there was no time — my wife could appear at any moment.
My body tensed and locked. My balls drew up tight. I grabbed Gábina by the shoulders and got her down onto her knees just in time to shoot an overwhelming surge of come across her chest and throat.
The sound that came out of me was half groan, half snarl. Semen painted her breasts and ran down her stomach to the floor. I wanted so badly to keep going—
But there was no time. I pulled my trousers up and turned to the kitchen counter for the air freshener, to cover the scent of what we’d done.
I noticed Gábi hadn’t moved. “Sweetheart?” I went to her and crouched down. “You need to go.”
The sexual heat had left her and Gábina was beginning to process what had happened, looking fairly dazed.
“What if she’d caught us?” she whispered.
“The truth is she still might, so get dressed and go upstairs.” She cleaned herself quickly with paper towels and straightened her clothes. As she was leaving the kitchen I caught her hand to get her attention. “We’ll talk tonight.” I winked at her.
At the corners of her lips — which still looked thoroughly used — a small smile appeared.
She left, and a little while later Stáňa came in.
“I think you should have a word with Gábi. Last time she was acting this strange she’d got back together with that Michal again. I don’t know — I’m not keen on that boy.”
I exhaled and smiled. “Good idea, sweetheart.”
