Anna, my daughter, had budding breasts. She’d had her first period so I knew she was fertile. She was 12. I had begun spying on her while she slept, masturbating over her. I had tried to get my wife to have sex with me, but she hadn’t been in the mood for ages.
After one of our heated arguments, I went down the pub and got pissed. A woman approached me. “You look a bit het up,” she said. Her name was Trisha. We made out in the toilets. She told me I could fuck her. So I did. While I did I imagined Anna, because Trisha was very young looking herself. She told me I had a big dick and a strong drive.
“Use your gift,” she told me, “Your dick knows what your daughter needs. Your wife is done. Anna is waiting. A young girl needs a strong father.”
I wasn’t sure I’d heard right. But that phrase “use your gift” stuck with me. I knew then that God had sent Trisha to me.
That night I crept into Anna’s bedroom. She was fast asleep. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow, so dark against the white cotton. I pulled back the duvet. She was wearing a little vest top and knickers. I could see the shape of her developing breasts. I felt a strange combination of dread and elation, a terrible holy fire. Oh, it was time. Her cunny was ripe, her womb ready. It was the way of God, my gift to my daughter. I was hard. I lifted up her vest top and sucked those tender nipples. Then I slipped off her knickers. Her cunny smelled good, like honey. I opened her legs gently, and stroked her there, slipping in one finger. She moaned softly. Yes, she wanted this too. I took off my pants and eased my cock inside.
Her small pussy began to produce natural wetness, allowing me to slip in and out as her breathing increased. I was afraid she might wake up but she didn’t. I pushed in further, wanting to be all the way inside her, to really make her mine. This was what Trisha had meant, by using my gift. My daughter was a part of me.
Then suddenly Anna woke up and she saw me above her. “Daddy,” she said in shock, pushing at me. But she couldn’t push me away. I was too strong for her and I kept going inch by inch. I looked down at the obscene sight of my penis going into my adolescent daughter’s vagina. I put my hand over her mouth and whispered, “it’s alright sweetheart, Daddy’s here, you’re just having a dream.” And finally, it worked. She went still, but she was awake now, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Just go back to sleep darling,” I whispered.
She did not, instead staring with wide tearful eyes as her father fucked her. The wetness came and went, her young body confused. The tightness of her made me groan with pleasure. I reached down and played with her clit, making her gasp and wriggle beneath me. It turned out she was very sensitive there, which would help.
“Oh Anna, oh baby, I love you so much,” I groaned, feeling my balls contract. “Your daddy loves you and is going to make a baby in you.”
“What?” she said.
I didn’t answer, kissing her pretty mouth until she was gasping. My orgasm erupted and I ejaculated deep inside my daughter. I had truly given her the seed of life. When it was over, I kissed her again. Her lips were trembling. “It’s alright baby girl,” I said. “Daddy will do this sometimes now, give you a special present. It doesn’t mean anything, just that daddy loves you very much and wants you to have a family too.”
“A family?” she said. Her face crumpled and tears began to run down her cheeks. I wiped them away.
“Yes sweetheart, when you’re older we’ll have more children together.”
I left her there leaking cum that night. Then I slept beside my wife.
**
Anna was awake the next time I came to her, watching me get undressed, her expression guarded. She was beautiful, naked in bed with her silky hair splayed over the pillow. I climbed on top of her. “You know why I’m doing this don’t you?” I asked her, kissing her tender mouth.
She shook her head, crying. “No,” she whispered.
I held her arms above her head and entered her. This time it was easier for both of us. “Because Daddy loves you, he always will.”
I’d woken up in the middle of the night craving more of her young pussy. As soon as I was inside her I felt calm, like all was right with the world again. God had given me this gift, to teach my daughter how to be a woman and a mother. She was more receptive this time, still obviously not wanting this, but I could see she was trying hard to be brave, understanding somehow that this was something important.
“Oh yes darling,” I moaned, holding onto her slim hips as I plunged into her tight cunt. “Daddy can’t wait for your belly to grow big with his baby.”
This made her cry again, which turned me on even more. I came inside her after playing with her clit for a while. I told myself I must remember to buy some toys to stimulate her virginal little clitty. After I’d finished, I rubbed my hand over her flat tummy. “My seed is in here. My son or daughter,” I said. I got into bed with her and wrapped my arms around her protectively, spooning her from behind.
“You’ll start to like it soon,” I promised, kissing the back of her neck.
“Okay Daddy,” she said in a small voice.
She let me hold her. This was progress. In the morning, she was quiet, eating her breakfast in silence. I told her to be a good girl and not tell mummy about our secret. She nodded. I was so proud of her. She was going to be a mother before long.
The third night I came to her. I had been hard all day, thinking how she had been in school with a cunt full of daddy cum in her. It had made me feel like a powerful man.
I pulled down her knickers and slid inside her. She was getting used to my big cock. The night before she had only cried a little. I started to move, holding her wrists, pinning her to the bed. She was crying quietly.
“Shhh baby girl,” I said. “You know why this is happening don’t you?”
She shook her head, biting her lip.
“Because Daddy loves you.”
She looked at me like I was crazy. She didn’t understand yet, but she would.
That night I bought home a couple of toys for her. “These are to make your little pussy happy,” I said. She nodded, watching with wide eyes as I turned them on and showed her how to use them.
I was getting hard again. Watching her use the vibrators made me want to come. I pulled down my pyjama bottoms and took one from her, showing her how to rub it on my cock. She didn’t resist. Then I told her to get on her knees and suck me.
“How can I?” she said, looking confused.
I pushed her head towards my dick. “Like an ice lolly,” I said. “You don’t want to disappoint daddy do you?”
So she opened her mouth and tried to put the tip inside.
“Lick it first,” I said. “Then put it in your mouth and suck.”
It felt incredible. She had such a hot little mouth. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at me.
“You’re going to be such a good mum,” I said. “Our kids will be so beautiful.”
That night she came, which was a big step. I was rubbing her clit with one of the vibrators while sucking her little tits. Then suddenly she began to shake and her mouth formed a little O. It was lovely to see. “Good girl,” I praised her, “you’re learning.”
I didn’t come that night, instead telling her to lie still with her legs apart so I could look at her pussy. It was pink and pretty and a bit swollen, glistening. She was a little slut now. My slut. I wanted to teach her everything. I told her to finger herself while I watched.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Yes baby, just like that.”
After a minute or two she began to gasp and shudder again. I felt proud. She was such a fast learner.
“Now you have to taste yourself,” I said. I held her hand to my mouth and licked her fingers, savouring her young juices.
“Does that taste nice Daddy?” she asked, looking confused.
“Very nice,” I replied.
“Do you want me to taste you too?”
I nodded. She licked her fingers.
“How is it?”
“Salty.”
I was so hard, but I managed not to fuck her again that night. She was getting sore, I could see. I had to let her recover a little.
I did however ask her if she wanted to suck my cock again, and she nodded. She was still nervous but her hot mouth and little tongue felt so good, and the sight of her on her knees for her father, a little tentative but still willing, made me throb hard. She couldn’t fit much of my cock into her mouth, but she made up with it using her hands. Her small fingers barely wrapped around the shaft.
“When is this baby coming out?” she asked, rubbing her little belly.
“Soon,” I said, “and then I’ll put another one in.”
“Oh,” she said.
She looked sad, and I had an idea why. She was still too young to get pregnant. She hadn’t understood that this wasn’t about babies. It was about the act.
“It will come out when it’s ready,” I said, “and you’ll learn lots of things about yourself.”
“Okay,” she said.
**
Two days later I came home to find Anna and my wife in the kitchen.
“I need to talk to you,” my wife said, as soon as I got in.
“About what?” I said, hanging up my jacket.
“About Anna. Something’s wrong.”
I frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure, but she won’t tell me. She’s being quiet and withdrawn.”
“Oh,” I said. I glanced at Anna. She was staring into space.
“I think you should talk to her. She might open up to you.”
“Alright,” I said. “Maybe tonight.”
I went up to her bedroom later that night.
“Hi baby,” I said.
“Hi Daddy,” she said. She was sitting on her bed, drawing.
“Can I have a look?” I asked.
She showed me her drawing. It was a picture of a house. There was a man, a woman, and a little girl standing outside.
“That’s nice,” I said.
She looked at me and her eyes filled with tears.
“Mummy asked me what was wrong,” she said.
“And what did you say?”
“Nothing,” she said. She started to cry. “I didn’t know what to say.”
I sat down next to her and put my arm around her.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” I said.
She nodded.
“So tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t want a baby,” she said.
My heart sank. I had hoped that she would realise that this was all part of God’s plan, that the seed inside her womb was life.
“Oh baby,” I said, pulling her onto my lap. She lay against me, crying softly. “Why not?”
“Because it will hurt when it comes out.”
“No darling, it won’t, your body is made for this.”
She shook her head.
“But it does hurt. It hurts every time you do…it.”
I kissed the top of her head.
“Do you remember how good you felt last night? That wasn’t just you feeling good. Daddy was giving you pleasure too.”
She looked up at me. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying.
“It felt like that?” she asked.
I smiled.
“Yes, exactly like that. So don’t be afraid baby, because it won’t hurt. In fact, by the end you’ll want me to do it again and again.”
She looked sceptical.
“Did it feel better than when you make yourself come?” I asked her.
Her cheeks turned pink. She nodded.
“So now you understand why it has to happen.”
“I guess so,” she said.
The following week was the best of my life. I couldn’t wait to go home each night to be with Anna. She did begin to cry less, and eventually stopped altogether. And one night when I was fucking her I saw her looking up at me with wonder in her eyes, her mouth open and a look of such trust and love on her face. My beautiful daughter wanted me, needed me. It was like an affirmation of God’s existence. We were together in a sacred act. I ejaculated deep into her then held her tight, whispering in her ear what a good girl she was. She let me kiss her deeply after that and suck her nipples until she came. The next day she was glowing, smiling to herself.
We didn’t use protection. I knew Anna wouldn’t get pregnant yet, but the thought of getting her knocked up spurred me on. One night I was fucking her so hard, rubbing her clit frantically while biting her neck, whispering in her ear, “I want to give you a baby.” Her body began to shake and she moaned as she came. But that was nothing compared to how she reacted when I told her I loved her. I’d said it before but she’d never responded. That night I had my cock inside her, telling her she was the most beautiful thing in the world and then she cried out, “oh daddy, I love you too!” My orgasm burst forth instantly, filling my daughter with cum. I stayed inside her afterwards, holding her tightly, knowing this was only the beginning.
**
Her tits begin to mature, the nipples swelling into stiff little peaks. Her pussy was ripe too, always wet and ready for me. I fucked her every night, sometimes twice. Then one day I saw her touch her belly and frown.
“What is it baby?” I asked.
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” she said.
My heart quickened.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’m sick every morning now. And my tummy feels weird.”
“Do you know why that might be happening?” I asked, trying not to smile.
She shook her head.
“Oh sweetie. Daddy’s given you a gift. A very special gift.”
Her eyes widened.
“Am I…” she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
“Yes,” I said. “You’re going to have a baby.”
I pulled her onto my lap.
“But…how did that happen?”
“Don’t you remember? When Daddy comes inside you, he puts his seed into your womb. It takes time, but if you are fertile, it can grow into a child. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“It means you’re going to be a mummy.”
“Will the baby come out soon?” she asked, touching her flat stomach.
“No sweetheart, it will take a while. But don’t worry. Mummy and Daddy will look after you both.”
I wasn’t sure how to explain to my wife how my daughter was pregnant. She would be mad, no doubt. But as a religious woman, and submissive to her husband, she’d simply accept anything I told her.
That night in bed, I kissed Anna deeply, stroking her hair and face.
“I love you so much darling,” I said. “Daddy is so happy we are having a baby together.”
Tears leaked from her eyes.
“Will you still make me feel good like before?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Of course. Always.”
She smiled then, a sweet smile that melted my heart. She knew she was special, precious to her father. To all men really, but especially to me. I reached down between her legs and stroked her little clit.
“Mmmmm,” she sighed.
I kissed her mouth and sucked her lips gently.
“You like that don’t you baby girl?”
“Yes Daddy,” she breathed.
I got on top of her, kissing her neck and nipples as my cock slid into her wet hole. God, it felt so good inside her. How had I gone my whole life without experiencing this kind of pleasure? It was meant to be, I knew that now. I was her true mate, her creator, her god. I fucked her slowly, savouring every second. As her breathing became faster, I told her to play with herself while I watched. She rubbed her little nub, moaning softly. Soon her pussy tightened around my cock, pulsing as she came. I pumped into her harder then, grunting with the effort. Then suddenly I exploded into her, filling her up. I kept moving, wanting it to go deeper, into the very core of her. My baby was there, waiting to come into this world. When I finally stopped, I lay on top of her, still deep inside her. We stayed like that until we fell asleep.
**
When my wife found out about Anna’s pregnancy, she was upset at first, but accepting of the situation. She realised it was an act of God and began to pray for our family. She didn’t realise it was me who had done the impregnating. I couldn’t wait for Anna’s tummy to start swelling, a reminder of our secret bond.
My wife had grown distant over the years, more interested in being a church-goer than in sex with her husband. But when she saw how much I wanted to be close to Anna, she seemed jealous. The thought of losing me to my own daughter drove her to try harder. Her desire grew into a need to have her pussy filled by her husband again, but it was too late.
The night my son was born was a joyous one. He was healthy and beautiful, and just looking at him made me want to give Anna another child.
A few nights after his birth, I climbed into bed with her.
“How are you feeling baby?” I asked, putting my arm around her.
“Okay,” she said. “I’m a bit sore.”
“I know, but I’ll be gentle.”
I reached down between her legs, stroking her gently.
“It won’t hurt,” I promised.
She sighed as I stroked her clit. Soon she was writhing against me, wanting more. I slid two fingers into her wet hole. She gasped.
“Oh Daddy, that feels so good!”
I smiled.
“You like when your daddy touches you here?”
She nodded.
I kissed her neck and suckled her nipples, making her moan softly.
“Does that feel nice?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Her pussy was hot and wet now, ready for me. I put the tip of my cock inside her and pushed slowly. She winced, but then relaxed as I kissed her mouth. Once I was all the way in, I started moving, slow thrusts that sent shivers through her body. She clung to me, moaning quietly.
“Is Daddy’s cock filling you up?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good girl.”
Afterwards, we lay together, enjoying each other’s warmth. Her head rested on my chest and I played with her hair.
“Was that better than last time?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“Are you going to put another baby in me?”
“Of course sweetie. You know Daddy wants to make you happy.”
She smiled and snuggled closer to me.
We continued having sex every night for several months, until Anna became pregnant again. This time it took longer to conceive, which gave us plenty of time to practice.
During this period I’d begun to think about ways to incorporate our special relationship into Anna’s life permanently. A father-daughter bond can be a sacred one, especially if it is unbreakable. The only solution seemed to be marriage. So one day after school, I bought Anna to the jewellery shop. I watched her eyes light up as she saw the diamond ring.
“What are those?” she asked, pointing at the array of sparkling rings on display.
“Those are engagement rings,” I told her.
“What’s that?”
“It means you’re getting married.”
She looked confused.
“Married?” she repeated. “But aren’t you already married to Mummy?”
“Yes, but you will have a different kind of marriage. When people get married they promise to love each other forever. It’s a very special thing.”
I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she tried to understand.
“So…you want me to marry you?” she asked.
I nodded.
“That way we can be together forever and nobody else can come between us.”
Her face lit up.
“Oh yes Daddy! Let’s do that!”
I couldn’t believe how easy it was. We picked out a ring that fit her tiny finger and paid for it. The whole way home, Anna kept looking at her hand, admiring the diamond sparkling in the light.
“Will Mummy be angry?” she asked.
“No baby, she doesn’t have to know about it. If she asks, just tell her it’s a gift. Just like the baby.”
“Okay,” she said, “I won’t tell her.”
The following day, we went to the registry office and applied for a marriage license. Everything was arranged and the ceremony took place the following weekend. It was a simple affair, with just the three of us in attendance. After the ceremony, we went home and made love for the first time as man and wife.
Our marriage changed things. My wife was more distant than ever, spending most of her time in church or with the congregation. I didn’t care, because now I had my real family, Anna and our children. Our sex life became even more intimate, with Anna becoming increasingly open about her sexuality and desires.
“Can you suck my clitty?” she asked one night as we lay in bed together.
“Of course baby,” I replied, kissing her mouth.
“And can you lick my bottom hole?”
“Yes, Daddy will lick you everywhere.”
“Will you put your finger in my bum hole?”
“Yes sweetheart.”
“Can you lick it and stick your finger in it at the same time?”
“Whatever you want darling.”
“I love you Daddy.”
“I love you too.”
“More than anything.”
“I know baby. Me too.”
Our children were growing up quickly. They were a source of pride for both of us, and we enjoyed taking them on outings and trips to the park. We were a happy family, and we looked forward to a long and blissful future together.
My wife continued to attend church regularly, and as the years passed she seemed more and more disconnected from the world. She barely spoke to anyone and spent most of her time alone in her room, reading her bible. Eventually, she began to lose interest in even attending the service, and would instead stay home and read.
I didn’t mind, or care. I had my young bride, and the love we shared was growing stronger every day.
Our sex life continued to grow more intense and adventurous. I taught Anna everything I knew, and she was an eager and willing student. She loved to be dominated, and I loved dominating her. She was my perfect little submissive, and I was her master. We had a connection that no one could ever understand. It was deep and primal and powerful. And it would never end.
One day, I was watching her in the garden, playing with the kids, and I felt a surge of pride and love. She was such a wonderful mother, and a beautiful woman. I could hardly believe she was mine.
As if sensing my thoughts, she turned and smiled at me. I smiled back, feeling a rush of warmth and desire.
She was the love of my life, and nothing would ever change that.