by Writing Shark
Alice experiences real orgasms. Lots of real orgasms
For Alice Winters it is like a dream in which she can move freely. The feelings are so overwhelming that everything in her head flips over and the freedom she feels only leads her back into the safety of her father’s arms while only he can fix the wonderful chaos in her head. She is so confused and yet so hyper-focused on the powerful figure of her daddy who has finally shown her where her path is leading her. The sheet is soft and warm under her and she feels safe and comfortable with him but also excited and jittery, not knowing what is to come but ready for James to take her by the hand.
And he does, and Alice feels the strength in his grip, admiring the muscles in his arm as he gently and safely pulls her into a sitting position. Her small breasts are close to his face but Alice is no longer ashamed of her looks, knows that her dad likes her the way he made her and there is hardly anything better in her life than the realization that daddy molded her the way he wants.
“Let me do it” he murmurs but Alice doesn’t know what he means.
Then she gasps like a fish out of water as his strong hands spread her legs. She wants to focus on her tense, exciting fear of showing herself to her daddy, he needs to see very clearly how wet she already is for him, but he helps her and his head moves up first, his lips press to her forehead, soothing her, then he moves down and Alice squeals softly as she feels his lips around her stiff, almost aching nipples.
She touched herself there so many times before but the sensation is so new and powerful that her head slumps to the side as he slides his tongue over her soft flesh.
“Daddy…” It’s so easy for her to call him that, like when she was little. Alice feels safe and secure, happy, free and in love. “Daddy that’s so good…” Then it gets better, more exciting, as his rows of teeth skilfully run over her buds and Alice is so infinitely envious of her mother for being able to experience this for so much longer. “I love you daddy…thank you for being there daddy…I loveha!”
His fingers have unnoticed found their way between her quivering thighs and at first she instinctively wants to squeeze them together but her daddy holds her tight and soon she follows his silent requests and spreads her legs wide and willingly for him. His fingers make her burn and any memory of her own caresses pale like a puddle compared to an ocean. Everything Alice Winters thought she had accomplished with her fingers is swept away by her daddy making her whole body jerk uncontrollably under his strong presence.
Her second orgasm nearly washes her away as his fingers slide over her swollen clit, through the wet furrow of her labia and send squelching sounds through the hotel room side by side with her soft, praying whimpers of freed love for her maker. Alice has to hold onto her daddy who holds her safely in place while her head rests gently on his shoulder.
She feels so good, so cherished. She wants to repay him, somehow, and she’s a little ashamed because she doesn’t know how. But her daddy will show her, and Alice already wants to ask him. But he’s faster.
“Oh God!” escapes her and she holds onto his body in panic as she feels his fingers effortlessly dig inside her.
“Where’s your hymen Alice?” he asks as he feels her wet, twitching insides with skillful movements, making her twitch.
“I’m sorry daddy” Alice breathes. She’s never fingered herself this deeply but she’s pretty sure she broke her gift for her daddy at cheerleading practice. That alone is bad enough Alice now realizes. Her daddy must have wanted to be the one to take her virginity, and in her hormone-fueled love, Alice starts to cry bitterly as she realizes it’s even worse. “I’m so sorry daddy!” she whimpers, choking on her tears. She coughs hard and her daddy holds her tightly as his fingers still chase strong bolds of passion through her tortured body. “It was at practice daddy! Please believe me!” She leans against him while his fingers make her feel infinitely good and in her mind, the sexual satisfaction, the lust, merges with the will, the burning, undying desire to satisfy her daddy.
“It’s okay Muffin” her daddy whispers and Alice presses her face into his imposing shoulder and sobs. His arm is around her naked body while his other hand drives faster and more precisely into her hole, giving Alice sensations she doesn’t understand but which get her addicted. “I know you haven’t had sex yet.”
“Yes daddy!” she exclaims, having heard her mother say it but only now does she understand the incredible things that go on in the mind of a woman being pleasured by her father. It’s so much more than love and lust and Alice connects with her daddy forever. Now she belongs to him solely. “I love you daddy! Please stay with me! I want to do everything for you daddy! Everything! Please make me happy daddy! Daddy!”
“Come for me Alice” he whispers and lifts her a little further onto the sheet, straightening her, spreading her legs and changing the angle. “Show me you’re a good girl!”
“Yes daddyyyyy!” And she comes again, wincing, writhing, sobbing, whimpering, gurgling. She clings to him, to her protector, and is so grateful to him for accepting her as a daughter.
Writing Shark 