My sweet and wholesome Becky now looked like a young woman completely consumed with sexual desire. It was like sex was the only thing she was made for. Both of her nipples were being fondled and pulled, her pussy was being fucked, and I rubbed her clitoris to send her over the edge.
She released a whimpering noise, which sounded like she was a wounded kitten. She couldn’t take much more and neither could I.
“Oh fuck,” she said softly.
Then she came. Her back arched so violently, and her legs became so stiff, that she practically fell off the small countertop, until I caught her, pressing her against the wall. Her pussy had a strong reaction to her first orgasm from sexual intercourse. It squeezed and clenched, causing my thrusts to slow down, which only made it feel more intense.
In the midst of her first orgasm from sexual intercourse, I couldn’t stop in the middle. That wouldn’t have been right. I kept on fucking her against the wall, making her scream and cry. Tears flooded down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her lips trembled. And her body jerked hard.
That moment was so unbelievably intense that I came inside her pussy there and then. Her cunt flooded with her father’s cum.
A few more thrusts and it was done. Both of us were exhausted and overwhelmed from our powerful incestuous orgasms.
I held her tight and she brought her feet back to the floor, with my now flaccid penis plopping out of her deflowered pussy. Our faces were centimeters apart and we kissed each other on the lips. She darted her tongue in my mouth, showing just how much she loved her first sexual experience.
“You’re the best,” she said after a deep breath.
“We better get dressed now.”
She grabbed some tissue and used it to clean me first. It was an odd sight watching her clean my cock, but after everything we’ve done, it wasn’t a big deal in comparison to just fucking her.
Becky wiped herself as well. When we both finished getting dressed, the feeling of orgasm still lingered and we were still spellbound. It was also a super awkward moment.
“Back to our seats,” she smiled.
“We need to have a talk later.”
I tried my best to regain my role as her father, but it was hard. After what I had just done, things would never be the same again.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Becky insisted. “You’re my dad. I’m your daughter. We have great sexual chemistry. Let’s leave it at that.”
“We can’t just…”
“Dad, please, we’re headed towards a beautiful resort for our spiritual and sexual health. And a big part of that means we’ll have to maintain our sexual chemistry together. Okay?”
She leaned in for another kiss, which I couldn’t resist. It was another long tongue kiss and she reached down to squeeze my cock again. Becky ended the kiss and winked at me, opening the bathroom door so that we could return to our seats on the bus, continuing on our way to this sexual haven.
The End