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Falling into temptation and taking advantage of my sleeping daughter while her Mom is in the other room.

My wife and I are married for 17 years.
She got pregnant when we were only 17, but we loved each other. We had our ups and downs, of course, but we always got through.
Our firstborn, Marc, is 14, a pain in the ass if you as me. He’s like his mother. Witty, reckless, but with a kind heart. He’s tall for his age, 5 ft 8, making me believe that he’ll grow up to be as big as I am, if not bigger.
I’m 34, 6 ft 3, with black hair and blue eyes, which my daughter inherited. I go to the gym almost daily, so I have a toned body, muscular, which makes even my wife look like a teenager compared to me.
Sohpia, is now 12 years old but she’s still a daddy’s girl, always coming to me when she is scared or can’t sleep because she has nightmares. She is beautiful for her age. She’s 4 ft 5, long brown hair that she mostly wears in two braids, blue eyes, and a light body.
My only problem lately is the fact that my wife stopped having sex with me as often as I’d like. I’m a very active guy and I need sex at least once a day to be able to function.
It’s been one month, and handjobs don’t work for me anymore.
“Come on, babe…” I hate myself for pleading because as a married couple, we shouldn’t have this problem.
“I told you I’m tired. I had to watch over Sophia all day.” She says as she pops a sleeping pill and drinks it. I hate those pills.
I sigh in defeat and get out of bed, ignoring her calling me a sex addict, and go downstairs, but not before checking on my daughter.
She’s sleeping peacefully, spread like a starfish all over her two-person bed, and I can’t help but go and kiss her forehead.
She’s a deep sleeper, so she doesn’t even stir, but I worry when I feel how hot she is.
“Sophia, baby.” I try to wake her up, but she doesn’t.
“I’m not surprised.” I hum to myself as I see the bottles of pills on her nightstand.
I go downstairs to watch a movie, wanting to stay awake so I can check on her again.
I go through the channels, but I can’t find any movie worth watching. At least not one that will keep me awake, so I get up, go to the end of the stairs, and look up, making sure that no one is awake, then back to the couch and look for porn.
I can also satisfy my urges while I’m waiting.
I push my boxers down and grab my half-hard dick, stroking it at the same time a guy my size starts fucking a girl who doesn’t look older than 15. For a second, the dad in me chastised me and pushed me to change it because I have a daughter almost the same age as her. And as I look at her better, I can see some familiarities.
To my shock, my dick twitches hard and I pull my hand away from my dick as if it’s made of hot lava.
“Fuck.” I take the remote to turn the damn thing off, but as I look back at the screen, the image of the girl moaning stops me. Not the soft sound, but what she moaned.
“Daddy…” Fuck. No one will know, right? And it’s not like I’m fantasizing about Sophia. It’s just porn.
I try to fight it a bit more, but my dick took charge when the girl moaned again.
I wrap my hand around my 8 inches dick and I start stroking it in long strokes, watching that girl’s tight body, small tits and small round ass.
I’m not thinking about her… I’m not thinking about my small little girl. No. I’m watching a strange girl I’ve never seen.
But would my Sophia moan like that? Would she like being fucked by my long, thick dick? Would she hold on to my big arms with her small hands? Asking me to go faster? Fuck her faster?
“Oh, fuck…” My dick starts twitching hard, releasing so much precum that I didn’t know I could release, and my balls draw tight to my body when my daughter’s innocent blue eyes appear in front of my eyes, looking at me with awe and trust.
Her soft-spoken voice rings in my head, calling for me, and that is my undoing. With my daughter in my mind, I come harder and faster than I’ve ever come in my life.
The pleasure is more than I can take. It takes my breath away, makes my body convulse and I hardly keep back from moaning her name out loud.
The horror hit me when the high passed and I realized what the fuck I did.
I start trembling, looking around me to see if someone saw me, but to my relief, no one is here. I barely shut off the TV, then throw the remote as if it’s its fault that I’m a pervert who jerked off thinking about his daughter.
Fuck!
I quickly go into the guest bathroom and wash away the evidence of my sick fantasy, then go inside the kitchen to drink something.
I go for a beer, hoping that it will calm me down, but it doesn’t work. A little scotch might do it. I down a double, then another one, and I finally stop shaking.
“It happens. I won’t do it again, so there’s no reason for me to even think about it anymore.” I say to myself, forcing a chuckle.
I go upstairs, eager to sleep this off, and I stop in front of my 12-year-old daughter room, not knowing if I should go in to check up on her or not. Maybe I shouldn’t. But she was burning.
Fuck!
I have to check up on her. That’s the least I can do. I’m her father. I have to take care of her.
With that thought, I slowly open the door and go in.
The covers are tangled around her, her pink gown is twisted, having reached her waist, leaving her small ass out. I go to the left side of the bed, wanting to cover her up, but I freeze when I see that her pink panties with little hearts on them, are slightly slipped to the side.
Fuck!
My dick got hard. So hard that it’s pushing against my tight boxers.
My beautiful daughter stirs, pushing her leg up to straddle the covers better, revealing a bigger part of her pussy.
She’s my daughter. She trusts me to protect her from boys, from guys who want to touch her inappropriately.
But my brain doesn’t seem to be strong enough to listen to that voice. No. My dick on the other hand, starts twitching as my eyes take in her small pussy and ass.
I palm my dick, hoping that that will be enough and the desire to do the things my body tells me to do will go away, but all that I succeded was to groan and take a step closer to the bed.
I won’t touch her. I’ll just watch her. It’s harmless. She wouldn’t know. No one will. Just this once.
No!
I’m her goddamn father. She’s my daughter. I changed her fucking diapers.
I walk to the door to run away, but she moans softly in her sleep, making me take another look at her. Oh, fuck! Instead of twisting the doorknob, I lock it, then go back to her bed.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m too hard. Too out. I won’t touch her. No.
I pull my dick out and start stroking myself while looking at that little patch of naked skin, that little pussy lip that peaks out of my daughter’s cotton panties.
The pleasure starts burning my dick, it spreads in my stomach, making my thighs shake and my knees buckle.
I’ll just sit on the bed. I won’t touch her.
I sit down, still stroking my cock, but I can’t see her so well from this position.
Fuck it!
I gently, slowly, grab her thigh and push her leg further up. The panties are now digging in her pussy– fuck, I said I won’t touch her. And I won’t. I’ll just pull her panties aside. She won’t even feel it.
Gently, I brush her panties, almost coming when my finger touched that forbidden naked spot.
I won’t touch her.
I slip my finger under her pink panties, pulling them aside and almost come when I see her hairless pussy. She’s still young, she’s still developing, but fuck, I’ve never seen a pussy as beautiful as hers. It’s pink and her entrance can’t be bigger than the tip of my pinky. How good she would feel… fuck.
“Sophia, baby?” I call her name, wanting to see if she’ll wake up, but she doesn’t. My dick twitches, pushing me to open her small pussy lips and see how big her entrance is, and I do it.
I’m not touching her. I’m just looking.
I gently palm her ass, pulling it slowly, and the most erotic view hits me like a rock. The view of my daughter’s pink asshole and pussy.
I was right. She’s so tight that it will be hard to push my dick inside of her.
No! Not WILL. I would. Yes. If I would do it. If I would push my dick inside of her. It would be so hard… so fucking hard.
I stroke myself faster, wanting to end this madness and forget I ever did it but at the same time, I never felt something so intense and I want it to last forever.
What if I would come on her small pussy? Fuck, that would be so hot. I’m not in charge of what I’m doing anymore. I just do. I kneel on the bed, behind her, keeping her cheeks spread so I can see her pussy as I stroke myself faster, panting and grunting until the cum in my balls starts boiling.
“Fuck, Soph…” I groan my daughter’s name as my balls draw close to my body and lean a bit down so I can hit her pussy with my cum, paint her with her father’s juices.
With a last stroke, my thick dick twitches and hot cum starts shooting from it, landing on my 12-year-old daughter’s pink pussy, painting it white.
Thick ribbons that cover her entire small pussy, dripping down her entrance and onto her thigh and panties.
I almost drop on her from the intensity of the orgasm that only my daughter gave me, but I let myself fall on my heels, panting for air and looking at what I’ve done.
Sick. Fucking sick.
But so fucking beautiful. Fuck, it looks so fucking good that I could eat it up. Clean her pussy with my tongue.
Fuck, no! No, Gabriel! No!
I shut my eyes, thinking how to clean her up without doing what I want to.
“Sophia, love. It’s daddy.” I call for her, shaking her little shoulder, but she’s too deep into sleep.
“God, baby, wake up so Daddy won’t do other things.” I beg, but I get no answer. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Okay, I can control myself. She’s my daughter. She’s 12. My beautiful 12-year-old daughter.
I repeat that, but this is what got me to do that in the first place.
I have self-control.
I tuck my still-hard dick in my boxers then gently and slowly untagle the covers and pull them off her, turn her on her back, and very slowly slip my fingers under the hem of her panties and pull them down her small legs, smearing my cum on her.
Jesus fucking Christ…
I part her legs and close my eyes shut when I see her pussy in all its glory.
Fucking gorgeous.
Her pussy lips are small, she’s unused, young, and probably tight as fuck.
If I would use her panties to clean her I would just spread more cum because they’re dirty as they are, and maybe she would wake up from the harsh material rubbing against her young pussy.
Maybe I should lick it off. My tongue is smooth and I would be careful. So careful…
I lick my lips as I debate what to do but there’s not much debating to be done. My dick already took the decision.
I release my dick again because I’m too hard, then place each hand on either side of her and dip my head down close to her pussy.
She smells like innocent spring and my cum. My heart is booming inside my chest since I came inside her room but she mumbles something and stops my heart from beating. I hold my breath, looking at her to see if she’s about to wake up, but to my relief, she doesn’t.
What if she wakes up while I’m cleaning her? I should just throw a bottle of water on her and tell her she peed herself so I had to wash her. But what can I say if she wakes up with me between her legs, licking her small virgin pussy?
She’s a deep sleeper and her mom gave her cold meds that put her out cold. She won’t wake up.
With one hand on my cock, stroking it slowly, I dip my head again and stick my tongue out, then give her folds a gentle lick, picking up my cum.
Jesus fuck! My dick throbbed the second my tongue touched my daughter’s small pussy lips and I know I’ll need to change the sheets too because I’m leaking so badly that by the end I’ll make a pool on her pink bedsheets.
Another lick, another stroke. I flatten my tongue and groan against it when I see that I cover her whole pussy. She’s so small… so fucking small… and hot. She’s so hot that it almost burns my tongue.
I dip my head deeper and seek her small entrance with the tip of my tongue, and fuck me if I ever felt something as smooth and velvety as the small walls that I barely penetrate with my tongue.
She tastes like vanilla. She drinks at least two vanilla milkshakes a day, and it looks like her body tastes like it, too.
I push my tongue a bit harder, wanting to feel more of my daughter, to taste and inhale her scent mixed with mine.
“We smell so good together, Soph…” I grunt against her pussy, then lick her pussy again, spreading her pussy lips with my tongue, cleaning yet another bit of the mess I made.
I licked every string of cum, cleaning her with my tongue while trying not to cum on the bedsheets. But it’s hard to control myself and I need to cum. But where? Fuck. I stand up straight, causing my dick to be an inch away from her tight pussy. My head is swollen, purple, thick, and her pussy lips are spread, pink, and small.
I could rub my head against her pussy for a bit. It’s smooth and I would be gentle, slow, she wouldn’t wake up. She wouldn’t know. No one will. Just a bit.
I take the base of my throbbing cock and spread my legs to be closer to her pussy, support my body weight on my left hand, and with my right, guiding my cock until my head pushes against her hot pussy lips.
My daughter’s hot, small, pussy lips.
What the fuck am I doing?!
I look at her innocent face, how peacefully she’s sleeping, feeling safe in her room, knowing that her daddy is protecting her. Fuck! Her blonde hair is spread like a halo, making her look more innocent than she already is, and a pang of guilt makes my chest throb, but at the same time, it also makes my dick throb. The dick which is still touching her pussy.
Her chest is falling and rising softly, and my eyes land on her little buds and the small nipples that I can see because she sweated. So fucking beautiful.
I let go of my dick and superficially start rubbing it against her pussy while I cup her small breast in my hand and give it a small little squeeze. It doesn’t fill my big hand, not from a far, but it feels so good… it feels like I can protect her even better than before. Engulfing her in my palm, arms…
I groan when I lean further down to put more pressure on my dick, pushing my hips against her sweet pussy. Her small lips part and a soft moan escapes them, making me stop moving and breathing.
Her eyes don’t open, though, so I continue, moving slowly, rubbing up and down, looking at how perfect our privates match. Although I’m big and thick as fuck, huge against her small pussy, it still looks perfect.
Another moan stops me again, and this time there was also a small twitch of her hips but her eyes are still closed.
Can she feel the pleasure, too? You can orgasm in your sleep, so I guess she can also feel pleasure now.
“Soph, baby? Are you awake?” I ask loudly, shaking her shoulder, forgetting that if she wakes up I’ll be fucked, but now I’m too horny to think properly.
She doesn’t answer. It’s nothing bad if I make her come, too. She won’t know it, but at least I’ll know I pleasured her.
Fuck! What if she wakes up? I’ll just put her back to sleep. I’ll make her believe it’s a dream. She trusts me enough to believe me.
I start moving my hips again, rubbing my dick on her pussy, spreading her folds with every move, and she moans again, but this time I don’t stop. I look at her face to see if she’s waking up, but I don’t stop. I keep moving, letting the waves of pleasure engulf us both, and her pussy to drip with her young juices. Has she ever had an orgasm? Was she ever so wet? I don’t think so. She’s too innocent to even think about it.
She’s feeling the pleasure and that makes my dick twitch harder against her folds and I move my hips faster, groaning lowly when the sound of slurping juices reach my ears.
This is my daughter. I’m making my daughter come with my big dick. She’s dripping wet because I’m rubbing her small pussy with my throbbing cock. My sweet daughter. Fuck! It feels better than any other pussy and I haven’t fucked her yet.
Her breathing gets a bit faster and her body blindly arches so she would reach the foreign pleasure better, and I push my hips harder, thrusting faster, finally allowing the orgasm to hit me hard. So fucking hard that I think I fucking died.
My cum shoots on her stomach and nightgown. It’s fucking endless and so good that I almost pass out.
I pant and grunt as the last strings leave my body, then support myself on my hands to catch my breath.
Fucking Christ! This was amazing.
When I got a hold of my senses, I pulled back and looked at what I’d done. My cum never looked as good on someone as it looked on her white skin and pink nightgown.
As I get out of bed, I see the sheet underneath her and groan at how wet it is. She had her share of pleasure, that I’m sure of. Her asscheeks are wet, too.
Now I need a way to change her and put new panties on her.
I hope she won’t wake up this time.
I go and open her closet, looking for an identical pair of panties and nightgown. I’m so happy that when she likes a certain material, she buys more than one item of that clothing.
I go back to her bed and slowly maneuver her body and get her undressed.
It took me long, but I managed to do it without waking her. It was more than hard not to fuck her when she was all naked, but I guess it’s been a while and maybe my wife will get up and come and check up on her or the meds will wear off and she’ll wake up, so I dressed her back.
What have I done?
Doesn’t matter. No one will ever know. No one.
I kiss her forehead, then her nose, and I fall into temptation and push my lips against hers. I almost lose it and have my way with her. Maybe brush her lips with my cock. Parting them and fuck her mouth. Cum on her lips, too.
Fuck.
No. I need to go or I might not be the only one knowing what happened here tonight.
End of part 1.