"Daddy, I'm going to skip class today and stay home. I'm not feeling very well."
Harry looked up from his newspaper and saw his daughter, Lily, standing in the doorway, slightly hunched over with a blanket draped over her shoulders. He knew she loved the classes she was taking at their city's community college and wouldn't miss them if she could help. She looked pretty miserable indeed — beautiful for sure. With her skinny 5'9" frame, small but cute breasts, creamy complexion, and long auburn hair, she looked essentially like a twenty-year-old mirror image of his wife — but definitely miserable.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked, frowning at her from the kitchen table.
"Cramps," she replied. "They're awful this month." Some girls might feel a bit embarrassed talking about their periods to their fathers. Still, hers was a doctor at the local hospital, and Lily knew he'd heard and seen far worse at work.
"Poor baby," he said sympathetically. "Have you taken anything?"
"Some Midol about an hour ago, but it's not helping." Lily winced and pulled the blanket tighter around her.
Harry got up and reached into a high cabinet, where he kept various over-the-counter and prescription drugs. He pulled out a bottle of muscle relaxers from his wife's surgery last year. She hadn't taken one in months and was away visiting family for the week, so Harry assumed she wouldn't miss one. He took out one of the pills, poured a small glass of water, and handed both to his daughter.
"Take this and go back to bed, sweetie," he told her, putting a hand on her cheek. "I'll come back and check on you in a couple hours."
Lily obeyed, saying, "Thanks, Daddy," and turned to go back upstairs to her room.
Harry spent an uneventful morning at the hospital tending to about 10 patients, mostly women, more than one of whom made no attempt to hide their interest in him. It wasn't the first time he'd been hit on at work. While he was a tall and handsome man in his fifties with only the earliest signs of aging showing around his gut and hair, he suspected his deep, smooth voice helped draw women in. His wife often told him it was what she loved most about him.
Harry returned home later that morning to see how his daughter was doing as he promised he would. He knocked on her slightly ajar door and pushed it open when she didn't respond, finding her lying back in bed, her eyelids drooping as she stared at her TV.
"Sweetie? How're you feeling?" he asked his daughter, sitting next to her and tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Her blanket was a bit askew, and as he rearranged it for her, he realized one of her breasts had escaped the confines of her tank top, leaving her nipple exposed. Turning slightly red, Harry covered her with the blanket.
Lily looked at him with glassy eyes, her lips slightly pout. "I'm so tired, Daddy, but I still have cramps and can't fall asleep. Should I take another pill?"
Harry sighed and returned downstairs to retrieve the bottle of muscle relaxers and another glass of water. Once back in Lily's room, he broke one of the pills in half and held it and the water out for her to take. Instead, his daughter stuck out her tongue, signaling for him to put it in her mouth. He chuckled and did so, but she was so out of it that her mouth didn't entirely open all the way, and her lips wrapped around his fingers.
Harry snapped his hand back, feeling a slight twitch in his cock, immediately feeling shameful. Lily didn't seem to notice, only mumbled "aw-er" through her still open mouth, clearly asking him to pour some water down her throat so she could swallow the pill. He did so, careful not to spill any on her.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, settling her head back against her pillow.
"I wish there was something else I could do for you, sweetie," Harry said, petting her cheek with his hand again. Lily seemed to enjoy the sensation and closed her eyes.
Harry's eyes strayed downward toward her body, softly rising with her breaths underneath her blanket. She still wasn't covered all the way, and he told himself he didn't want her to get cold, so he adjusted the blanket. Hence, it rested over her entirely and gently tucked it in at the sides, his hands brushing her soft skin.
Watching his baby girl looking so peaceful, lips slightly parted as she dozed, Harry realized there was one thing he could do to alleviate her pain. He thought back to the many times his wife had asked him for assistance with her cramps during her period.
Again feeling shameful, Harry tried to push the thoughts from his mind. Lily was his daughter. He couldn't do anything like that to her. It would be wrong.
Suddenly Lily let out a little cry of pain and clutched at her abdomen, pulling the blanket into her hands. She had a pained look on her face. Her breasts — both of them now, as she'd managed to pull at her tank top along with the blanket — were exposed, the nipples hardening against the chilly air.
Unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts, Harry decided he should help his daughter. It would be purely medical, after all. He put his hand to her cheek once more, then let his fingers trace down her throat and sternum before pausing just above her breasts. Trembling slightly, Harry began caressing and cupping them and running his thumbs over her nipples, marveling at how lovely they felt in his hands.
Not letting himself think, he leaned down, put his lips around her right nipple, and began circling it with his tongue while gently pinching the left one.
Lily's eyes fluttered open as she became aware of a tingling sensation in her nipples. She felt a hazy alarm when she saw her father putting his mouth on them.
"Daddy," Lily said softly. "What are you doing, Daddy?"
He took his mouth off her breast just long enough to say, "Don't worry, baby, Daddy's going to help you feel better," and lightly bit her nipple, pleased to feel her shudder.
"You shouldn't be doing that, Daddy. It's wrong," Lily said. She tried to lift her arms to push away his head, but she felt like her entire body was weighed down.
Harry looked up and saw that Lily could barely keep her eyes open, let alone try to push him away. He realized the muscle relaxers had rendered his daughter practically immobile, and the thought of being able to touch her, however — and wherever — he wanted to push down any feelings of guilt and made him instantly hard.
"It's okay, sweetie. I'm a doctor," said Harry, pushing down any feelings of guilt and rubbing Lily's nipples. "Let Daddy help you."
"Daddy..." Lily struggled to speak.
He put a finger to her lips. "Shh, baby, you will feel so good when I'm done. No more cramps." He pushed the finger into her mouth and swirled it around, loving how her tongue felt against his skin.
As he continued suckling his daughter's nipples, Harry decided it was time to explore more of her body. He stood and pulled the blanket off her, excited by the sight of her simply laying there like a doll in her tank top and panties. She looked so much like her mother when they'd first met.
"I'm cold, Daddy," Lily mumbled, wishing she could cover herself with her arms. She could barely raise them off the bed.
"I'll warm you up, sweetie." Harry undressed while staring hungrily at his daughter's beautiful body.
Lily's eyes fluttered open, and she saw him standing before her, nude and erect. She'd seen her father in his swim trunks before, so she knew he had a nice body, but hadn't seen his cock — 8" long and nearly 6" around — until this moment and was ashamed of the way her pussy throbbed upon setting eyes on it.
"No, Daddy, what are you doing?" she asked again, her voice in a whimper.
Harry laid down, curled up next to her on the bed, and said, "I told you, baby, I'm going to make you feel better." He pulled her closer to him and cradled her head with his right arm, slowly running his left hand over her legs, stomach, and breasts. "I love you so much, sweetie. I just want you to feel good," he whispered.
Softly kissing her neck, Harry rested his hand over Lily's panties and pressed down.
"This isn't right, Daddy," Lily whispered. Even as she said, the words felt a familiar pull in her abdomen, and she knew the more her father touched her, the quicker her body would betray her.
"I'm a doctor, baby," he said again. "Daddy knows best. He knows just how to take away the pain."
Harry applied pressure to his daughter's mound while continuing to kiss her neck and breasts. At that moment, he knew he was going to fuck her — there was no turning back at this point — but he didn't want to hurt his baby girl. He wanted her as aroused as he was, and given her sleepy state, he knew the only way was lots and lots of foreplay.
He sat, moved further down the bed, and pulled Lily's panties off. He could see she had in a tampon, so he pulled it out and tossed it into her bedside trash bin, then placed his thumb on her clit. She whimpered as he gently spread her legs open and thrust his face close to her neatly trimmed cunt.
Lily, still unmoving, but her breaths becoming more shallow, moaned. Harry's cock ached at the thought of his little girl enjoying his touch, and he rubbed her clit in small circular motions, slow at first, then gradually faster.
"Daddy, don't..." Lily said in a small voice, but her hips swayed ever so slightly. Keeping his thumb on her clit, Harry slowly ran the fingers of his other hand against his daughter's slit. He was thrilled to discover that between her blood and her pussy juice, she was soaking.
"Baby, you're so wet," he said breathlessly, already anticipating the moment his cock would enter her dripping hole. He wanted her to cum first, though, knowing it would alleviate her cramps — and send even more juices pulsing out of her.
Lily felt an orgasm building deep within her, and was it not for the drugs clouding her mind, she would have been filled with self-loathing. She felt so dirty, just laying there, aroused by her own father, not only knowing he was ultimately going to fuck her — but looking forward to it.
Harry was desperate to feel the inside of his daughter's cunt against his hand. He slowly slid his middle finger into her folds, exhaling in wonder at the tightness. He pumped her pussy a few times as she moaned, then added his forefinger and curled his fingertips upward to hit her G-spot.
Lily knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from cumming. She couldn't move of volition, but her hips started to buck involuntarily. Her father picked up speed, rubbing her clit and thrusting his fingers in and out of her, finally pressing down hard on her pubic bone.
"Cum for me, baby," Harry said, feeling his daughter close to an orgasm. "Be a good girl and cum on Daddy's fingers. Let Daddy make you feel good."
At his words, Lily felt herself lose control. She was hit with waves of pleasure, the walls of her pussy contracting again and again for what felt like hours. Weighed down by the pills, she barely made a sound, but Harry could feel her orgasm against his hands and knew she liked being touched by him.
"That's it, sweetie, just let go," he said, carefully taking his fingers out of her hole and his thumb off her clit. "Such a good girl, getting ready for Daddy and letting him know how much you want his cock."
Lily simply lay there, covered in a sheen of sweat. Even if she wanted to, any hope of stopping her father from fucking her was gone; she could barely move before she came, and now she felt like little more than a ragdoll.
Harry hovered over Lily, kissing her all over, whispering "good girl" and stroking his cock, making sure it was as hard as possible before he entered her. He lifted her shirt so he'd have a full view of her breasts jiggling and rubbed the head of his cock against his daughter's swollen clit, causing her body to twitch.
"I'm going to fuck you now, baby," Harry said, almost more to himself than to Lily. He pressed his cock against her slit and finally pushed into her.
"Daddy..." Lily moaned, suddenly and wholly full as her father's cock entered her.
Harry gasped. After feeling how tight she was with his fingers, he'd expected to slowly work his way into her cunt, but it was so slick it readily accepted him. Still, she was so tight against his cock that the pressure was immense, and he thought he might cum right then and there for a moment. He had to be still inside her for a moment to collect himself.
Staring down at his beautiful daughter, her eyes glazed over, her mouth slackened, her arms splayed out at her sides, breasts on full display and gently rising with each breath she took, legs spread wide. Her dripping pussy stretched out by his sizable cock, and he knew he wouldn't last long.
Lily waited for her father to start thrusting in and out of her, hazily wondering what he was waiting for. Now that he was inside, she wanted nothing more than to feel him sliding in and out of her.
"Please, Daddy," she said, and he swore he detected neediness in her voice.
Harry began pulling out and pushing back into his daughter, reveling in her sopping tightness. Once he got a rhythm going, he leaned over her and put his face close to hers to whisper in her ear.
"You're such a good girl for Daddy, sweetie. You look so beautiful taking Daddy's cock... your pussy feels so good... I just want to make you feel as good as I do now. I want you to cum on your Daddy's big, thick cock... I want to feel your cunt tighten around me, baby... just relax and let Daddy have you..."
Lily felt a tightening in her pelvic area again. She couldn't believe it — she'd already cum on her father's fingers, and now she was going to cum all over his cock? What was wrong with her?
Harry felt like another person. Somewhere in his mind, he knew what he was doing was terribly wrong, but he couldn't make himself care, not with his daughter's pussy lips wrapped so tightly around him.
"Come on, be a good little girl for Daddy... I know you want it. I can feel you getting tighter... You like being used by Daddy, don't you, sweetie? It feels good to just let go and let Daddy use your dripping pussy... just like I'm going to tomorrow... and the day after that... and the day after that..."
Her father's words pushed her over the edge. Lily came once again, and hard, her body shaking.
The sight of his blood-and-juice-covered cock plowing his daughter's wet, tight pussy, while she just lay back and took it, her breasts bouncing, little moans and whimpers escaping her lips, combined with the sensation of her hole clenching on his cock, was too much for Harry. He'd planned to pull out and erupt on her soft belly, but he couldn't stop himself — he groaned and exploded inside Lily's cunt, his cock throbbing with every ribbon of cum. When the last drop was deep within his daughter's pussy, Harry collapsed atop her, breathing hard.
Lily felt her father's hot breath as he nestled his face into her neck and began kissing her. "That was incredible, sweetie. You felt so good."
"Daddy, we shouldn't have done that," Lily whispered, even as her pussy continued pulsing post orgasm. She felt his cum start seeping out of her hole, down her ass, and onto her sheets.
"It's okay, baby. It was just to help with your cramps," Harry said, running his fingers over her skin. "You feel better, don't you?"
Lily remained silent, unwilling to admit that the pain in her abdomen was gone, and her body was also in a state of complete bliss.
"Of course you do. Daddy felt you cum on his fingers and cock," he continued. "And Daddy's going to help you again tomorrow, baby. You want that, don't you? To feel Daddy's cock stretching you out again?"
Lily hated herself then because he was absolutely right — she did want to take his cock again and feel his cum filling her up.
"Yes, Daddy."