No Purer Love

A high-pitched gasp passed Julia's lips. "That feels so good, Daddy."

Dean moaned around her nipple, sucking harder and reaching down to hook two fingers beneath the silky cloth of her panties. When he pushed the cloth downward, Julia quickly lifted her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. Parting her legs caused her panties to slide down to her ankles. She yelped in delight when his fingers immediately traced the part of her moist lips.

Wetness coated Dean's fingers the moment he touched her. Though surprised to find her mound bare, the feeling excited him even more. Releasing her nipple, he sat up and scooted toward the foot of the bed.

Julia let out a long quavering moan as his tongue washed over her folds. So much softer than her fingers, the touch of his talented tongue caused powerful arcs of pleasure to shoot through her entire body.

The years melted away as Dean put his mouth on a woman for the first time since meeting his wife. The bittersweet taste and heady scent of Julia's arousal filled his senses, spurring him on to even greater efforts.

"Oh, Daddy – please don't stop. That feels so good," Julia gasped, her every pore alive with energy. She reached up to cup her breasts, rubbing the tingling tips with her fingers as her father sent her soaring toward a climax like nothing she'd ever felt before.

The words oh and yes tumbled from Julia's lips at an every increasing pace. Dean rapidly flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, feeling her stiffen beneath him. When a final yes turned into a long squeal, he released her bud to lap up the creamy flow of her juices.

Julia's back arched up off the mattress, pressing her tightly clenched sex against his tongue. Unlike the moments of release she'd experienced from her fingers, this orgasm grabbed her and refused to let her go. Spots danced before her tightly closed eyes, and she fought to draw enough air into her lungs.

When a cough broke her loud pants for breath, Dean reluctantly pulled away from his daughter's perfect pink folds. He slid up next to her to stroke her hair as she slowly – so slowly – settled down from the most incredible climax of her young life.

Turning toward her father and wrapping her arms around him, as soon as Julia could find the breath to do so, she gasped out, "Thank you. Oh, Daddy – thank you. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, Julia," he breathed as she snuggled up against him, laying her flushed cheek on his chest.

Father and daughter both fell asleep in each other's arms.

****

Dean awakened as he'd fallen asleep, in his daughter's arms. She lay with one leg between his, her folds pressed against his thigh. His erection brushed her tummy as it twitched. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest, the pink tips erect. She smiled in her sleep, and he couldn't help but smile as well.

This is how he'd imagined the morning after his wedding night, cuddled up with his beautiful wife, ready to pick up where they'd left off the night before. That wasn't the way it happened, of course, but now that dream came to life in his arms.

Arousal, love, shame, and fear all warred within him. He wanted nothing more than to hold the beautiful young woman until she awakened, and then make love to her. Julia gave him the love his wife had never offered. Though he knew his thoughts – and their actions the night before – were wrong, they certainly didn't feel that way.

I've got to think. Knowing that wasn't going to happen while lying next to his daughter's warm body, he carefully slipped from the bed. Julia let out a little moan and curled up under the covers, but didn't awaken.

Getting out of bed didn't dull his memory of the night before, however. It took every ounce of his willpower just to stave the thoughts off long enough to urinate. He stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would relax him.

Dean stood with his face turned up into the spray when Julia pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower with him. Thus, he didn't notice her until she wrapped her arms around him from behind. He started at first, but couldn't help but melt into her arms a moment later.

"Good morning, Daddy," Julia said in languid tones, kissing his shoulder.

When Dean turned, his manhood already rising again, Julia stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He shuddered from the kiss, his hands moving to caress her back.

When their lips parted, Julia said, "Daddy, that was so wonderful. I've never felt anything so good."

"Honey, we shouldn't do this. What I did last night was wrong." The words were difficult to say while standing inches away from his daughter's young naked body, droplets of spray running down her skin.

"Daddy, who says it's wrong? People like Mother, who think everything is wrong? It didn't feel wrong to me, Daddy. I've never felt your love so much as I did last night."

"But, I'm your father. I just shouldn't think about you that way."

"Mother never loved you, Daddy. She was always too busy with god, and the church, and everything else to love you. Daddy, I want to make it up to you, because I do love you. You deserve it."

"Honey, there's a difference between love and sex."

Julia stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him once more. Dean wrapped his arms around her too, his erection pressing against her body as her firm young breasts pressed against him. He held her close, yet another of his dreams for a perfect marriage coming true in the shared shower.

"You see, Daddy – I can feel your love when you hold me."

Letting out a sigh of contentment, Dean said, "No matter what, there are other problems. People just will not accept this."

"Let's not talk about it right now. Just hold me, Daddy."

Dean did exactly that, unable to deny how good she felt in his arms. After a few seconds, Julia's tummy growled, prompting a chuckle from Dean because he could actually feel it.

"Why don't you finish your shower, and I'll order us something to eat."

"Okay, Daddy."

Dean dried off and walked out of the bathroom to dress. He then ordered breakfast, and sat considering his daughter's words while listening to her hum an unrecognizable tune as she showered. He couldn't help but smile when she walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied around her body, and another wrapped around her head like a turban.

Julia let the towel around her drop to the floor and bent to retrieve a pair of panties from her suitcase. Dean's eyes locked on her firm bottom as she bent, catching just a brief glance of his daughter's nether lips before she straightened to pull the satiny red panties up. She spun and ran her hands over her hips, asking, "Do you like them, Daddy?"

The sight of her in the skimpy underthings with her breasts bared nearly stopped Dean's heart. Seeing her in the full light well exceeded the visions in the dim light the previous night and in the shower. "They look wonderful, Julia." Even he wasn't sure if he meant the panties, or her breasts.

"Thank you," Julia effervesced and then turned to finish dressing. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, foregoing a bra.

Breakfast arrived shortly thereafter. Despite his unease with the attraction he felt toward his daughter, Dean warmed to her loving attention throughout the day. Only a few minutes after leaving the hotel room, he noticed that she ceased to call him Daddy except when they were undoubtedly alone.

Julia held his hand or twined her arm in his everywhere they went. Though his eyes revealed nervousness at first, the fear slowly faded throughout the day. By noon, he accepted her attention without reservation, a giddy smile on his face.

As evening approached, hotter emotions smoldered beneath Julia's love. She could barely contain the steadily building need. She found ample opportunities to taste her father's lips, every kiss causing a warm glow throughout her body, and a point of heat in her loins.

Dean's heart raced as the sun slipped toward the horizon. He could see the hunger building in his daughter's eyes, and feel it in her touch. He couldn't deny his own matching desire, no matter how hard he fought against it. By the time the couple walked back into the lobby of the hotel, he ceased to struggle against his desire.

The moment he closed the hotel door behind him, Julia pressed her lips against him in a passionate kiss. Despite touches of misgiving, Dean returned her kiss with equal fervor.

When their lips parted, Julia whispered, "Love me again, Daddy – like you did last night. Please."

He didn't resist when she pulled his hand between her legs.

Dean's hand remained between Julia's legs as she pulled the tail of her shirt upward. Though he knew it must be his imagination, he thought he could feel the heat radiating through the material of her shorts, and could almost smell the musky scent of her arousal.

When she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor at their feet, Dean drank in the sight of her perfect breasts. With the lights on in the room and her standing so close, he had a perfect view of the firm globes. His hands and lips both ached to touch them.

Julia tugged at the hem of her father's shirt, pulling it up to reveal his muscled torso. He lifted his arms, allowing her to remove the shirt, and she slid her fingers down his chest to his rippled abdomen. His fingers moved down her body as well, ending their journey cupping her buttocks.

Julia's fingers worked on the button of her father's shorts, even as his hands moved upward to slip beneath her shorts. Her intimate muscles clenched as soon as she pulled down on his zipper, revealing the bulge of his erection beneath his boxer shorts. By the time his denim shorts reached his ankles, Julia's fingers were already pulling down on his boxers.

Dean sighed as his daughter's hand curled around his manhood. A throb passed through the organ, forcing out a pearly drop of pre-cum. Julia reached down with her other hand and gathered up the bead, bringing it to her lips and shuddering from the taste.

"Oh, please, Daddy – do what you did for me last night again," Julia pleaded, her breathing quick and husky.

Overwhelmed by her pure sensuality, any thought of protest in Dean's head evaporated instantly. Bending his knees slightly, he lifted her up into his arms. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and he carried her to the bed.

Julia pulled off her shorts and panties the moment her father lay her down on the bed. She parted her legs, and panted in anticipation as he moved between them. A long, quavering sigh passed her lips as he kissed her sex

Once again lost in her taste and scent, Dean devoured his daughter's pussy. Small yelps and gasps burst from her with nearly every touch, and her palms rested on the back of his head. Her virgin sex resisted his probing tongue, squeezing it tight whenever her intimate muscles contracted from the pleasure.

A fog of ecstasy filled Julia's head. She could see nothing except him between her legs. She heard nothing save the soft sounds of his tongue washing over her folds. She could feel nothing except the building pressure inside her and the tingles in her clit and nipples. Her hips rocked of their own volition up toward his face, pressing her sex against him.

No articulate sound passed his daughter's lips this time, as Dean lapped ever faster for the flow of her bittersweet juices. His attention was so centered on her quivering folds that he didn't even register the first few moments of her squeal when she climaxed.

Julia's back arched from the bed, even as her thighs tightly clamped around her father's face. Her vision went dark even before her eyes scrunched tightly closed. Waves of ecstasy flowed all through her body, causing her head to lash back and forth on the pillow, stealing her breath and causing her to gasp.

The pressure of her father's tongue eased, allowing Julia to settle to earth. As her orgasm released her, so too did her grip upon him relax. He continued to kiss her folds as the pleasure ebbed, little aftershocks tensing her body for long minutes.

Dean sat up reluctantly, pulling her creamy juices from his chin to his mouth. The sight of her undulating on the bed while continuing to let out soft sounds of pleasure caused his cock to throb. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his erection, wanting nothing more than to bury it in her wet heat. Only the knowledge that he would hurt her stopped him from seeking to act on that impulse.

Julia looked up at her father with a smile, tiny blissful tingles of her orgasm still touching every inch of her body. He lay down next to her, and her eyes locked on his twitching manhood. She found the erect organ even more fascinating and gorgeous when she viewed it up close in full light for the first time.

She reached out to touch his cock, feeling it throb beneath her hand and drawing a soft groan from her father. She softly stroked it with her fingertips as she gathered up the courage to ask the question in her mind. In a surge of courage, the words passed her lips. "Daddy, do you think it will... Will it fit? Down there?"

Dean drew in a sharp breath that bordered on a gasp, a drop of pre-cum welling up from the tip of his swollen cock. He could almost feel her velvety walls surrounding him, squeezing him tight in their virgin grasp. It took him several breaths before he could manage to answer, "Yes, honey, it would fit. You're a virgin, Julia, it would hurt."

"I-I know, Daddy," Julia responded, her face filling with color. "I want you to be my first, Daddy. I know you'll be gentle. Please, Daddy."

"Honey, I don't want to hurt you."

"Do you want to be inside me, Daddy?"

"Yes," Dean replied, unable to lie to her.

"I want you inside me, Daddy," Julia huskily said, reaching out to grasp his throbbing manhood.

Her touch caused a shudder to run through his body, overwhelming his hesitation. "Are you sure, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please."

Dean leaned over the bed and picked up his shorts, removing his wallet from a pocket. From inside this, he pulled a condom. He also picked up his shirt, sliding it underneath Julia's bottom. The last thing he wanted to do was leave bloodstains on the hotel sheets.

"Yes. Please, Daddy. I want it so badly," Julia whispered, parting her legs and rubbing her finger over her folds. She watched with fascination as he opened the package and rolled the latex over his twitching manhood.

Just the faintest touches of fear flashed in Julia's eyes as Dean moved to kneel in front of his daughter. His cock looked so big, poised so close to her, and even in her sheltered life, she'd heard about the pain a woman felt her first time.

"Honey..."

"Please, Daddy," Julia quickly whispered when she sensed his hesitation, fighting through her own at the same time. She sucked in a sharp gasp when he inched forward to place the tip of his erection against her moist folds.

Dean stared at his latex shrouded cock against his daughter's perfect, pink nether lips. Once again, he nearly pulled away, but Julia's hooked her heels behind his buttocks, pulling him toward her with gentle pressure.

Thinking it would cause her less pain to sunder her virginity quickly, Dean wiggled the tip of his manhood between her wet folds. Julia trembled and licked her lips, reveling in the feeling of his flared tip stretching her lips wide. With a single, smooth push, he tore through her hymen.

Julia let out a yelp of pain as his thick shaft pierced her maidenhead, tears welling up in her eyes. Her father leaned over her, supporting his weight on one hand while caressing her cheek with the other.

As the initial sharp stab of pain ebbed, Julia noticed a faint, but increasing feeling of pleasant fullness from within her. Deeper within, she felt a void – a void that demanded attention. Once again, she hooked her heels behind her father's buttocks, urging him deeper inside her, toward that aching void.

Dean pushed slowly against the strong resistance of her clenched walls. Julia panted for breath and whimpered as his shaft slowly vanished within her. He stopped when he felt she could take no more, once again caressing her cheek and wiping away her tears. "Are you okay, honey."

Julia nodded her head, taking several fast breaths. "I feel so full, Daddy."

Taking one of her hands in his, Dean pulled it down toward her folds, pressing her fingers over her hood. "Like you do when you're alone," he suggested, assuming that the sensation of stimulating her clit would dull the pain.

Julia rubbed her fingers back and forth, sending a shudder rolling through her body and causing her walls to squeeze his cock even harder. As the speed of her fingers increased, Dean felt her resistance decreasing. He pushed again, at last burying his erection in her depths.

Dean pulled back, and then slowly thrust back into his daughter's depths, gasping from the hot friction of his cock sliding in her warm sheathe. Somehow, he managed to moderate his desire, stroking her slowly as the speed of Julia's fingers increased. He watched her face, seeing the pain in her expression steadily mix with pleasure. Her whimpers of pain deepened, mingling with moans as her arousal overcame her discomfort. Soon, only pleasure remained in her expression and her voice.

As with his mother before her, Dean couldn't help but swell with desire watching his red-tinged cock penetrate her. Still he controlled that desire, basking in her increasing ecstasy, maintaining a slow, steady pace.

Julia's fingers flashed over her bud, her hips rising up from the bed with each thrust of her father's hips. While the pain remained, it was a tiny, insignificant part of the feelings flooding her every pore. "Oh – oh, Daddy. Oh yes," she gasped as the pressure of her imminent climax mounted.

With a series of gasps, moans, and squeals, Julia came. Dean paused with his cock half buried inside her, simply watching her climax. Her back arched up from the bed and her walls clenched tightly around him. The fingers of one hand continued to stroke her clit, while the other caressed her breasts and nipples.

As her orgasm ebbed, Dean could see the pain returning to her features. He pulled from her, drawing a sharp warbling squeal from the beautiful young blonde. Julia covered her sex with her hand, curling up and moaning. Dean removed the condom, not caring in the slightest that he hadn't reached climax. He then used the edge of his bloodstained shirt to wipe off the ruddy juices from his manhood.

"Hold me, Daddy," Julia languidly breathed, opening her arms.

Dean lay down next to her, letting her pull him close. He kissed first her forehead, and then her lips, letting out a sigh as he held her in his arms. "Are you okay, honey?"

"I'm wonderful, Daddy. I love you. Say my name, Daddy," she requested, staring into his eyes.

"I love you too, Julia."

Julia let out a little moan and snuggled up closer to him, already drifting off to sleep.

****

When Dean awakened the next morning, Julia was already awake. "Good morning," she cheerily greeted him, and then walked over to kiss him. "I ordered some breakfast from room service."

Once again, Dean's dreams came to life. In sharp contrast to the reality of his marriage, Julia gave him everything he'd hoped for upon taking his wedding vows. "Are you okay?"

Julia smiled and said, "It hurts a little. I don't care – it was wonderful. Come on, get up and get dressed."

After a quick shower, Dean walked back out into the room to find breakfast waiting for him. After finishing the meal, Julia suggested, "Let's go water skiing."

When he agreed, they walked down to the lobby arm-in-arm. Dean again noticed that his daughter wasn't calling him Daddy, either omitting it or – more rarely – calling him by his name. Her tone, her body language, and everything about her changed as well. While she was still the same Julia he knew, she no longer behaved as a daughter, but as a lover. All of it combined with his long-denied dreams of a perfect marriage to overwhelm all of Dean's reservations. He fell into the dream.