The Man She Needed Him to Be

An inhuman wail forced its way out of Trish's throat as a cascade of sparkles lit up across her flesh and kept spreading in wave after wave. She trembled uncontrollably, her fingernails digging into his bare back. It was gorgeous, and just when she thought that everything had been wrung out of her, James buried his face in the hollow of her neck and grasped her shoulders, plunging his cock as far is it would go. He groaned piteously, and the warm bloom of her father's semen sprouting deep inside of her pussy provoked yet another orgasm, softer and sweeter, like liquid sunshine flowing underneath her skin.

James rolled over beside his daughter and pulled her into his arms. She curled into him, shivering, and he raised the sheets over the two of them. Stroking her tenderly, he kissed the top of her head.

Trish was blissful and contented. She felt so safe and protected, and loved like never before. Her heart was so full of love for this man, that she thought it might very well explode. Even if he had not been such a consummate lover, she would have felt no less. She couldn't wait to see where else he might take her, and to share herself with him completely. She reached between them and played with his limp, sticky penis.

"James?" she said quietly.

"Yes, Trish?" he replied, kissing the top of her head.

"I'm going to fuck you, James."

He chuckled. "I thought you just did."

"No, that was just to clean the rust out of my cunt. Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you with my pussy, and with my mouth, and in my ass, and between my tits, and with my hands and my feet. I'm going to fuck you blind, James."

His fingertips traced lightly up and down the length of her spine. "Do you suppose that you and I might make love sometime?"

She tilted her head up and smiled warmly. "Oh, certainly, James. We will make love in between each and every fucking. After that, I'm going to make you tie me up and spank my big butt, and then we'll start all over again. And then, when I get worn out, I'm going to call a friend and have her take over the fucking part for me."

He was quiet, tense. After a moment, he said, "We have to be careful, Trish. You and I, we can't..."

She laughed softly, "Don't worry. I won't call Erica, or anybody else that knows who you are."

"You - you know about Erica?"

"Yes. She doesn't know that I know. The last time I talked to her, she was telling me about this older guy she was dating. I teased her, trying to convince her to bring me in for a ménage a trois. She was stumbling all over herself."

James laughed. "That's interesting; she mentioned the same idea to me tonight. She didn't say anything about you of course, just some 'friend' of hers."

That conniving bitch, Trish thought. She stretched out next to him, and looked him in the eye. "So anyway, James, I think I have a good handle on item number two on my list. I still don't understand item number one. Why am I supposed to look for a house in Virginia? I don't know anybody there."

"Exactly," he said with a curious grin.

The puzzlement on her face told him she hadn't put it together yet.

"Neither do I," James explained. "No one knows who your father is, or whether I might have any children."

"Ohh..." She nodded, grinning along with him.

"Our company has an office in Richmond," he said, "and I've requested a transfer. It's a small cut in pay, but the cost of living is lower, too. I'm supposed to be there in three weeks. That should give you time to get your things in order and pack up." He began to look unsure. "That is, if you want to, Trish. I mean, if you would rather stay here..."

Trish pulled him into a long, salacious kiss, rubbing her tits and her groin against him, starting the blood flowing into his lower regions again.

"I guess that's a 'yes'?" he said hopefully.

"Yes, Daddy," she said gleefully, then sucked in her breath at the touch of his finger nuzzling her clit. "I want to run away with you, James, far from here, where nobody knows anything about us. I want to go on a real date with you and kiss you where everybody can see us. I want to be someplace where you, me, and baby can have a home together."

James slid downward, licking and suckling gently at each of her breasts. "If you want, maybe after a while we can find a guy who you'd like to join us for that ménage and make another baby."

She gasped. "Really? You would do that? For me?" She rubbed the bald spot on his head as he kissed across the curve of her belly.

"Whatever my little girl wants," he said, and nibbled at her labia.

Trish moaned when his tongue delved into her sloppy puss. Not many men would do that. He deserved so much, and she wanted to give it all to him.

His finger teased her anus, testing. She wasn't nearly so prudish as her anorexic friend. "Push it in, Daddy," she begged. He wiggled his finger through the tight little bud while he sucked at her clit, and her hips went into autonomous rocking motions. It wouldn't be long.

"Promise me - " she implored between ragged breaths. "Promise me you'll - you'll put something in my - my ass every - every goddamn day, Daddy, and I will..." She could no longer concentrate. "Oh, fuck that feels good, Daddy! Oh, fuck!"

And the fireworks began: a thousand streaming, glowing sparkles fanning out through her body from her cunt and her ass and her spine, all converging in her heart. She could not breathe, could not move. She felt as if she were floating, suspended among the stars, as if the tongue of God himself had lifted her there.

The material world congealed around Trish as she regained her senses. She opened her eyes to find James lying next to her, smiling happily. She kissed him with all the love she felt, throwing her stout thigh over his leg. His cock prodded insistently at her pussy, but she re-positioned it at her tighter entrance.

"Here," she whispered, and James' eyes lit up. Erica had told her of his disappointment when she denied him this pleasure, whereas Trish had long enjoyed the fullness of a man back there, and appreciated the way her lovers desired the steaminess and decadence. Reaching into her bedside table, she withdrew a tube and slathered the goo heavily on his cock and around her pucker.

She gazed into his eyes and nodded, then gasped at the easy passage of his thick cockhead into her bowels.

"When we get to Richmond, Daddy," she said, taking a deep breath as his shaft explored her deeper. "I'm going to find you a sweet, submissive little Southern girl who will do anything you want, just like I will, Daddy."

"Trish," James whispered lovingly, combing his fingers through his hair. "I would be happy with just you..."

She cut off his words with a finger to his lips. "Maybe for a while, Daddy, but a wolf is a wolf, and a wolf can't be happy for long as a domesticated dog. You're a wolf, Daddy, just like I'm a slut. I love you, and I could never force you to confine your pleasures to one woman."

Adoration spread over his face, and he kissed his daughter. His tongue delved into her mouth as his hips thrust languidly, boring into the tight oven of her ass.

"Besides," Trish said, her breath catching as she circled her own clit with two fingers, "while I'm nursing baby, somebody's going to have to nurse you. Who knows - maybe we can convince her to give you a baby of your own."

"Oh, God," James exclaimed. He crammed her butt full of his cock and his eyes rolled back in his head.

As the expansive gush of his creamy warmth filled her with a sublime contentment, his daughter asked teasingly, "Can she call you Daddy, too?"

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