Consoling Father in Divorce
Is a romantic relationship considered one of the sweetest and purest types of love?
That's a belief I used to hold.
Brenda and I dated since high school. I completed college along with her, and when she indicated she desired to be a nurse, I took on a crappy job and financed her through that process.
We made it, however. And at no point did I feel more certain about anything in my life. We tied the knot, acquired a house with a mortgage, and started a family. I thought we'd create a life together indefinitely.
How mistaken I was.
Brenda sought a divorce. She felt too restricted to be with me, despite being in her 40s.
What the actual hell?
It wrecked me. I didn't create a fuss. Why maintain someone if they don't want you? So, we divorced, Brenda and my lovely daughter, Nia, remained at the house while I relocated to a shabby one-bedroom apartment.
I was gratified that my relationship with Nia was fantastic. When the feces hit the fan, I wasn't certain what would ensue. But Nia was surprisingly balanced, despite being 19. She had a rock-solid head on her shoulders. Never assume I'm naive enough to think this predicament didn't impact her, but I'll be damned if I don't offer my support to her.
Nia was flawless. She was intelligent, loving, and kind. She without a doubt was the apple of my eye.
I was amused that when everything fell apart; she was gloomy for me, and furious at her mother. Obviously, she initially declined adjudicating, but then she landed a nursing position and fell head over heels for a physician there.
Anyway, the first few weeks following our separation, Nia persistently visited me. I moved into a sorry one-bedroom bedsit in the city.
She provided me with food and other stuff. She simply tended to me, ensuring I had everything I required. Nothing worse than me being petulant, but I wasn't the kind of person to vilify her mother. Nia was constantly kind-hearted and nurturing.
We developed a routine of her coming over, and we would just relax, watching Netflix. We'd snuggle up, munching on snacks and whatnot, and I attempted to disregard her breasts pressed against me. Nia was hugely tactile and affectionate, so it wasn't awkward or anything.
What was awkward was how it made me feel.
Jesus, it must've been due to having abstained far too long, but her warmth and feminine aroma provoked my cock into excruciating need. I was thankful we had blankets, as it facilitated hiding my erection. The instant she departed, I promptly stimulated myself, unveiling graphic fantasies of my daughter unfolding in my mind.
I realized it was wrong and philistine, but I couldn't expunge those delectable scenes from my mind.
The predicament was, Nia appeared sensational. Although it pained me as a father, I comprehended she attracted several individuals. She had maybe a few boyfriends, but ultimately, nothing persisted. She was cautious to have anything serious when she intended to attend university.
Fuck, there was that, too. It was significant for me to subsidize her university tuition.
And then, one day, it occurred.
One Friday transpired as usual. I returned home from work, took a shower, and settled in front of the TV with several beers. The guys desired me to join them, but I wasn't prepared yet. I didn't mind drinking with friends, but they presumed the best manner of forgetting my divorce was to engage in a fling.
I wasn't ready for a casual liaison. What I longed for was a takeaway and chilling in front of my favorite films. Possibly a satisfying ejaculation if I was in the mood.
Life was straightforward and free from drama.
Then someone was rapping on my door at eleven. I grumbled, suspended my film, and braced myself. I attempted to ignore it, initially. Occasionally, the occasional drunkard erroneously targeted my apartment, but whomever it was, was persistent.
I mere donned a stern expression and opened the door, yet left the safety chain on. I nearly cursed, but it wasn't an asshole, it was Nia.
"What are you doing here? Date night is next Monday," I grinned.
"Can I come in?"
I surrendered the safety chain and opened the door for her. I couldn't help but peruse her apparel as she walked past me. Short black dress that accentuated her ample breasts and the skirt brief enough to allow easy access. She donned makeup, too. Not the kind she normally wore.
She was intent on impressing, and an odd sense of jealousy arose inside me, concurrent with arousal. My daughter was exquisite.
I brushed aside my ruminations, closed the entrance, and settled beside her on my couch.
"Hey, are you alright? If you're going out in town tonight, this isn't the perfect location," I lightly jested.
She reached for a tissue, dabbed at her face and chest. I endeavoured to not glance towards her chest. "I was with Becky and Jenna and some other pals. It was Becky's 20th and I couldn't refuse. We had a couple of drinks, chatted off a few men who were far too aggressive, and danced until my legs grew weary. Note, don't dance in heels larger than two inches."
"I'll need to retrieve my stilettos first thing. But why are you here?"
"Is this a bad time? Am I intruding? Is there someone else here? I'll scamper away if necessary."
"Oh, no, not at all. You're welcome here any time. But it's a Friday night and there are more entertaining venues."
"As enjoyable as it was to hang out with the girls," she said, affectionately stealing a chip from my plate of food. "I prefer being with my favourite man in this world. I don't relish being pressured by other men's unwanted attention."
I cleared my throat. While I like to believe I'm a halfway decent fellow, the sight of Nia's alluring legs and exquisite physique would tempt me to hit on her, too. "Do you require a ride home? I haven't consumed substantial amounts, so I'm capable of driving."
"Well... I had hoped you'd let me stay the night." She emotionally sighed, took a gulp of water, and sighed again. "I telephoned my mother under the influence and we had a disagreement. I'm not prepared to return home just yet. Not tonight, at least."
I gazed into her eyes. Her emerald green took on a deeper shade. "You may rest on my bed tonight. I'll use the sofa."
She extended her hand towards me. It felt velvety smooth and slightly chilly from the outside. "I won't disrupt your evening, dad. This is your bed, isn't it?"
"Naturally, it is. But..."
She giggled hysterically. "There's no need to be bashful now, dad. Unless you don't want to share a bed with a daft little girl like me."
"Of course not, darling. In my opinion, you are one of the most attractive women I have ever encountered."
"I wouldn't have pegged you for a ladies' man, too," she giggled back.
I couldn't fathom how we arrived at this moment.
I was in my bed. Nia had requested to remain here rather than disrupt me, so when she decided to retire, I joined her.
My heart hammered against my ribcage. Nia was "freshening up" in the bathroom while I anxiously waited in bed.
Good grief, I hadn't experienced this since I was a teenager. The sensation wasn't dissimilar to the first time I inquired if I could kiss my ex-wife behind the bike shed.
I heard the toilet flush in the corridor and a moment later, Nia entered wearing only a large T-shirt and her underwear.
She climbed in and faced away from me. "Thank you for allowing me to stay. Goodnight, dad," she spoke over her shoulder.
"Night, sweetheart. Rest up."
I ensconced myself beneath the duvet. To be honest, I didn't know what to do. Nia was so close to me. The heat of her body warmed the sheets. And, oh, her smell. She exuded a faint perfume scent and perhaps a hint of her natural fragrance after dancing all night. But it didn't repulse me in the slightest. Instead, it awakened the longing deep within me.
I nervously bit my lip, endeavouring to cease my thoughts from leading me down dangerous paths. But she was so near. I clenched my legs, hoping I'd avoid an inopportune erection. It had been so long, and I genuinely missed sharing my bed with someone, particularly someone as gorgeous as Nia.
Drat. It was destined to be a long night.
Minutes had presumably passed, and I focused on my breathing, eagerly anticipating my imminent slumber when Nia stirred.
"Dad, are you awake?"
"Yes. Are you alright?"
"Yes. Could you do me a favour?"
Stealthily, I made my way to her side of the bed. My body felt tense and immobile, not in a pleasant way. I was unsure about where to place my arms. I knew I couldn't press my lower half against her derriere. Taking some time to think, I decided to remain straight up, steering clear of touching her bottom while keeping my arms on her shoulder blades. However, closing the minuscule space between our bodies was a challenge.
"Come closer," Nia requested, reaching out and grasping my hand. Before I could object, she yanked my arm so that it was looped around her, nestling beneath the weight of her breasts.
Then she pushed her buttocks back, nestling it against my groin. "Much better."
I involuntarily drew in a breath. I couldn't discern whether she was breathing heavily intentionally or not, but every inhale and exhale moved her hips...
...a slight, yet alluring rubbing against my rapidly hardening penis.
My chest froze and my face was covered in her hair. Her perfume was overpowering.
My arm tightened around her, and I could feel the weight of her breasts pressing into my forearm.
It had been a long time since I'd been this close to someone... My penis swelled with life, embedding firmly in the crevice of her buttocks.
"... I'm sorry." I gasped into the back of Nia's hair.
My heart pounded so hard, I was certain she could feel it hammering against her back. Desire and shame ran through my veins in equal measure. I knew she would get up and walk away. I messed up our relationship. The most important person in my life and I ruined it.
Despite this, I couldn't help but relish the moment. I savoured it as if it was my last opportunity to feel her warmth before losing it forever.
But her dismissal never emerged.
"It's okay," she murmured, her breath deep and husky. "I've been spooned before. I knew you might react that way. Even if it's a silly little girl like me."
"No," I growled. Nia was in her prime and she looked stunning. If anything, she exuded a graceful beauty. But at this time, it stirred a raging sexual desire in me. Something that surpassed the ordinary sexual connection. "I'm feeling like this, just because it's you, Nia. You're having this effect on me."
Nia laughed. "Daddy, you're lonelier than I realized. You need to find a girlfriend if I'm turning you on."
I couldn't contain myself. I squeezed her tighter, pulling her closer to me so she could feel how erect my penis was for her. It rested against the entrance of her vagina, separated by a few layers of clothing. Nia moaned.
"It's wrong for me to feel this way, but a part of me currently regards you as a woman, Nia. But I can't abuse your trust like that. You're my dearest daughter. But you're here right now, and I'm fighting to stay in control."
Nia's hand stroked over mine, her fingers invoking sparks wherever they touched.
"I need to leave," I said, unable to keep myself from stating the truth. "I'm afraid I'll do something inappropriate if I stay."
I stifled a sob. My vision was becoming cloudy due to my arousal. But I couldn't act on my desires. She's provided me with such kindness and support throughout the years. I couldn't repay her by exploiting her.
I prepared to depart, to resign myself to the sofa, but her hand seized my wrist.
"Nia..." I appealed.
She prompted me to move my hand to her crotch.
I cupped her panty-covered mound, feeling the blazing heat radiate from it. "Fuck," I hissed.
I stroked my finger back and forth against the fabric. Sweat drenched me.
Nia moaned, pressing her body backward, rubbing her backside against my rock-solid penis.
I swallowed back a lump in my throat. She was soaked. I so much wanted to pull her panties aside and savor her juices with my tongue. Nevertheless, I forced myself to slow down, to enjoy the experience. Her body convulsed as my finger flitted over her clit, then stopped at the top of her panties, teasing the waistband with my fingertips.
"Daddy..." she cried out, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to silence her moans. "Maybe I want you to take advantage of me."
My fingers slipped under her panties and back on their way, gliding through her smooth, bare skin and down her slit.
"Oh, ohh..!" Nia gasped. She clasped a hand over her mouth, attempting to stifle her cries of pleasure as my fingers glided over her swollen clitoris, then halted at the top of her panties, teasing the waistband with my fingertips.
"How have you been feeling recently?" I inquired, gently easing my fingers into her moist pussy. Her inner walls reflexively gripped my intruding digits. Her warmth was so intense, my erection screamed for release.
"I can't recall exactly…"
I continued my finger fuck, eliciting wet, squelching sounds. "Please, let me know."
"For a while now, daddy… I've admired you so much… Soon enough, my lust for you arose. I feel disgust at this, a daughter yearning after her father."
"You're not shameful, dear. I couldn't be more proud of my beloved daughter."
"Yet it still feels forbidden… Incestuous."
I pressed the head of my rock-solid dick against her, as if begging for entry. She grinded her ass back, attempting to take me in entirely. I withdrew my fingers, drenched from her juices. I hooked my middle finger on her swollen clit.
"Daddy!" she moaned helplessly. Her breaths were labored. I delighted in seducing and turning her body into warm, molten gold. My fingertip rolled over her clit span by span, causing her to shudder with pleasure. My free hand sought her breast beneath her shirt.
"Fuck," I gasped audibly, for I encountered a breast larger than I anticipated. Her nipple was hard and perky, grinding against the palm of my hand.
"Daddy," she repeated shakily, panting.
I nibbled at her ears, sucking and fluttering my tongue.
"I'm on the verge of climax if you continue like this."
"That's your objective, baby," I grinned. "I want to feel you climax under my touch."
I redoubled my efforts, clasping her taut nipple tightly, yanking gently. Simultaneously, I abraded her clit with lengthy strokes. My wrist ached, yet stopping was unthinkable, for I was h Fortunate than most to be the cause of her orgasms. Her breaths raced, begging, each rub of my fingertip closer to her climax.
"Oh my God, you're making me climax fast!" she exclaimed, twitching and gasping.
She flailed against me, clinging to me for traction, respiring desperately.
"Daddy... You're making me cum."
I stopped for a moment, afraid I'd pushed too far, too fast, but she simply pleaded, "No, no, I want more."
So I resumed. My hand teased her nipple while my other carefully handled her clit. She thrashed against me once more, her body rocking with pleasure, eventually succumbing to tears.
"Wow… Never have I experienced something so pleasurable." Her cheeks were wet from her emotional outburst.
"Thank you."
She rearranged herself, unwittingly exposing my stiff cock. "Oh... Daddy."
"All right."
The bedroom light illuminated our bare bodies as the streetlights seeped in.
We parted the duvet, unwillingly exposing ourselves. Shivers came over her when the cool night air penetrated the room.
"Wow…"
My groin was taut, my cock poking through the fabric of my briefs.
She chewed her lip, mulling her thoughts. "Jake… Can I… Uhm, please?"
"Sure."
Our area was enveloped in a hazed orange hue, radiating from the lamppost outdoors.
She tugged against the waist of my trunks. My member finally erupted from its prison. Nia carefully wrapped her fingers around my engorged shaft.
"Fuckkk," I groaned, her touch was so subtle, as if she were caressing me with velvet.
Her strokes were sluggish at first but became firmer. My shaft pulsed against her grip. She dutifully and energetically facilitated my oncoming climax. I grinded my hips, trying to ease my cock into her hand.
"I may not last much longer."
With each stroke, I felt my impending release move closer.
She maintained a steady pace, massaging my cock from its base to tip.
"I'm almost there."
The mounting tension in my balls spurred me on, my penis inches from exploding.
"Jake… I don't know if I can keep this up…" she muttered, significantly intensifying her strokes. Her hand felt magical, even though pain consumed my veins. I rode the wave of her strokes, nearing my climax.
"I'm close," I warned.
My muscles spasmed, and I nearly screamed hypothetically.
"Daddy?"
"I'll last," I reassured. "I yearn for you."
With every inch drawn up and dropped back down, my ejaculation inevitably followed each move.
"Oh my… Dad… This is amazing for me."
The idea I'd made her climax with just my hand and dick made me proud. She adjusted her body, unintentionally touching me.
"Can I see it?" she wondered.
I accepted.
The room, now illuminated, revealed me fully nude.
She carefully removed my trunks and positioned herself above my aching, throbbing member.
"Nia… You're really amazed me."
My mind went blank as I reveled in the situation.
Her hand progressed, beginning at my base and progressing further. Precum pumped from the tip, soaking her hand. She let loose, losing that earlier fear and nervousness.
"Daddy… I'm getting close…"
Nia's grip restrains tighter. To such an extent, the delightful pleasure converted into a severe, piercing agony that focused on my balls.
"Nia, what're you doin'?" I rasped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, father. Let me be selfish, just this sole occasion."
She detached her grip, mounted on top of me instantaneously and straddled me. She shifted her panties, positioning herself on top of my male organ.
Sensitive, damp heat embraced me as she penetrated herself.
"Ooohh, f*ck," I howled.
She promptly started moving up and down. The snug interior walls of her wet vagina stroked my penis more efficiently than her hand could.
"C-contraceptive," I blurted out, my rationality minimizing.
"Dad, you made me climax so feverishly. But grant me the lavishness, the shameful, defiant girl, merely tonight. I longed for your male organ for such a remarkable length."
Like a calamitous female, she caught hold of the hem of her shirt and flung it away. I gasped in astonishment as I beheld her ample breasts shaking in the twist of the roadlight. My arms stretched out at once, clasping her substantial breasts, squeezing them.
Her hands settled over mine.
"That's right, touch me, dad. I crave your affection anywhere you feel. I'm yours," she purred.
"F*cking hell, you're phenomenal."
Nia grinned, her face chock-full of cheer. Following this, she crept up, increasing her speed until only my tip was inserted into her, and then she swiftly descended, taking the full length.
"F*ck," I bawled. "You're going to make me ejaculate if you persist at that."
"That's the goal."
My balls tightened. It was too much. It was too f*cking much. I lacked the leg strength to push her off.
"I'll ejaculate inside you if you don't get off," I threatened.
Nia leaned into me and forced her lips against mine. "Ejaculate in me. I wish to engulf your cum. I longed to feel your ejaculate inside me."
"F*ck."
My fingers embedded in her hips as I contracted upward, making an effort to fulfill her fast, downward plunges. Nia groaned when I kissed the ideal spot.
I groped her thighs, then kissed her waist, then her breasts. She was ideal.
"F*ck, I'm going to ejaculate," I announced as I gritted my teeth, ignoring the desire bulging in my balls.
"Ejaculate! Fill me up, daddy. Make me yours."
I yelled out, pressing my body upward, hardening inside her penetration. My penis spread abundantly, spilling my jizzy fluid.
"Yes... That's it," she shuddered. She rhythmically hammered her pelvis as I quivered in climax and stimulated her clit. "I'm orgasming, too..!"
Nia slumped onto me, her body gliding down, relaxing on top of me. "Oh... My... God..."
"Whoa," I breathed breathlessly.
I gasped as my penis used to rouse from her penetration. She adjusted back her pants, contentedly, seemingly ready to stash my cum. For some bizarre reason, this triggered my penis to expand somewhat.
"You OK?" I inquired feebly.
"Indeed. But I hope you'll not feel regretful in the morning. It was rewarding for me, though."
I chortled and embraced her, pulling her toward me. "I'm not going to deny it. It's all somewhat bizarre at this juncture. However, I'm unwavering in my conviction that I will undoubtedly not regret this. Totally."
She only nodded and grinned. Then she curled into me, snuggling tightly in my arms, waiting for sleep.
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