Incest Seduction/Ask daddy for more

"No... I mean yeah! Just don't st-stop... I..." You pause for a moment, reconciling the hair raising sensations daddy's finger is making with your desire to still be his good little girl. "It's just... my chakra... it's n-not ready."

"Ahhh," daddy replies with a slow nod, playing with your butt cheek some more allowing your asshole to be kissed by the sun. "Well maybe I can help with that. Whaddya need sweetie?"

Swallowing hard and staring up from between your legs at his plunging finger, you croak out, "I need... mmmore. P-please."

"Yeah. I think so too."

Daddy pulls out his finger, forcing your body to clench up to fill the void. But a second later he forces not one but two of his digits into your clenched virgin snatch. Both are inserted to their full length, the fist behind them pressing firmly against your vulva. And then they start shaking in and out of you, multiple times faster than daddy's previous pace. With an approving guttural moan and a gasp you smack a hand against the deck unable to articulate your satisfaction.

"Ha... ha... hoshit..." is all you get out as two meaty fingers bang away at your needy hole.

"Language, sweetie."

It's suddenly really hard to think. Maybe it's all the blood pooling in your head from being upside down. Maybe it's because you know this shouldn't be happening and you don't want to do anything to interrupt it, including thinking. So while steadying yourself against the deck with one hand you grope and squeeze your meager chest with the other, openly enjoying yourself.

"How's your chakra doing?"

"It's... warm..."

"Mhmm. Warm. That's it. Definitely. Maybe even excited and... glowing." He thought about that word, as if another came to mind first. "I think it wants... to be opened up. And maybe for the first time?" he asks curiously. You just nod, your eyes half closed. "I can tell. It's gripping me so tightly. And your, uh, aura is dripping with energy. Just sopping with pow-"

"Please..." you beg. "More daddy... I need it. Just... F-fuck..."

Daddy bangs you harder then pulls out of you completely. Daddy squats slightly behind you before something far more bulbous than a finger pokes at your wet entrance. His firm hands reach around your hips to the front of your thighs and in one smooth motion he pulls you in and stands up. Daddy lifts your feet off the ground while slamming his manly cock into your tight pussy.

"OOHH-huu... fuck!"

"Jesus Kimmy, you're so... goddamn tight. And... language please."

"F-fuck..." you mutter again. Having your dad's gargantuan cock blast through your virginity in one swift thrust is mind shattering. While your toes stretch downward unable to find the ground, daddy bounces your backside against his pelvis causing your legs to swing beneath you. Your hands manage to stay on the deck helping to stabilize you but otherwise you're at your father's mercy as he pounds your mound with his massive member. Closing your eyes you can still picture it from the kitchen sticking out into the air all long and proud coated in a shiny sheen of sex.

"Oh, sweetie. I can't even... erm, your... chakra feels amazing."

"Uh-huh," you pant, you face burning hot.

"You just..." *grunt* "...tell me what you need sweetie."

"Fuh... faster, d-daddy..."

"Oh, fuck," he groans.

Walking his fingers closer to each other he improves his grip and starts thrusting into you even faster. Now daddy is moving more than you are, with your hunched over body simply suspended in the air as his dick plunges into your dripping wet pussy. He nearly doubles his speed this way which makes you moan and whimper. Soft pants of "...daddy... daddy..." escape your lips on every other exhale.

Even now you won't admit it. You refuse to consider that you seduced your dad into fucking you by stripping down and flaunting your figure, exposing every faint curve and crevice of your tight teenage body to get a piece of the action you walked in on in the kitchen. And of course you won't admit that teasing daddy for so long got your pussy plenty ready for him, whether you were conscious of that teasing or not. With hardly ever touching yourself you got your body so excited that even your nipples were tingling. And despite all your denials you can already feel an orgasm building due to that rock hard solid shaft of daddy's that's sliding between your smooth dainty lips with such speedy manly passion.

All on their own your legs slowly tuck up underneath your body. It's as if your arousal commanded they get out of the way. This small change lets dad bottom out inside you, filling and stretching every tiny bit of your pussy.

"Aw yeah..." Dad moans.

You're already so close. Even though it makes you less stable, you lift a hand off of the deck and reach for your clit. This small act is what solidifies it for you. Grazing daddy's thick wet shaft with your fingertips as you paw at your button sends brand new shivers down your spine. This is really happening... This is really messed up.

Dad starts grunting and groaning, his balls smacking your fingers as he slams into you. His thrusts get slower and heavier, knocking you off balance. Thankfully he's got a good hold of your hips because you lift your other hand so it too can join in on the fun, sliding down one of your stretched lips so you can better feel daddy's shaft sliding into you.

Unexpectedly it all stops. With daddy buried as deep as he can go he lets out a heavy groan. A second later his weighty shaft flexes and pulses. Furiously rubbing your clit, you feel your daddy climax inside you. His gargantuan fire hose strains against the inside of your tight slit and sprays you full of cum. With him stood perfectly still, you can feel every single blast as it courses down the length of his cock before blasting your twitching cervix.

You just let daddy cum inside you, shot after shot. You know that's bad, but you can't process it. You just don't have time. With a high pitched whimper your legs start to shake as your own orgasm takes over. You buck and swing a little trying to get more movement. Daddy is just finishing but you're just starting. Your pussy begs him for more, squeezing and convulsing to milk the last drops of cum from the fleshy pipe you're impaled upon. You keep wriggling down his length thanks to your jerky legs and he pulls you back on each time, apparently dissatisfied with you taking anything less than the utmost you are capable of before he's done.

Once you both calm down, Dad squats lowering you onto the deck while still inside you. Rolling you forward onto your shoulders and back, he gives you a few final slow thrusts while your butt remains in the air, fucking downward while you stare straight up at his impressive cock. This sends a shudder through you, still in the aftershocks of your climax. You get another shudder when he pulls out, your abused little vayjay closing slowly, no longer stretched and finally able to relax. A single dollop of cum drips from the tip of your dad's deflating cock rudely smacking you in the face.

Although he tries to put the rest of you down gently there's no doubt he's exhausted, and you are too. Once he lets go of your hips, your lower half flops down onto the deck with a dull thud. You instantly start crying, the shock of the impact enough to bring you out of your sexual stupor. You're not even sure why. Of course you know what just happened is very bad, in more ways than one, but you're weeping like a kid that just dropped her ice cream. Maybe bottling up your denial and lying to yourself caused your emotions to spill over, but light sobs escape you that you can't hold back.

"Ah shit... shit. Sweetie? Kimmy, I'm so sorry. We nev-"

"Am I good?" you choke out through sobs.

"Huh? What?"

"Am I ah... ah... good girl? I-I'm still a g-good girl, right daddy? I'm still y-your little... girl?"

"Aw geez..." Dad pauses, stroking your hair as your deflowered pussy leaks his cum onto the deck. A wry smirk forms on his lips. "No Kimmy. You're a bad girl. A very bad girl... and that's alright by me. But yes, you'll always be my little girl."

"Yeah?" you sniffle.

"My bad little girl..." he adds, running a hand up and down your slim hip. "But hey, this was all just yoga, right? How's your chakra feeling now?"

"Really good," you're quick to reply, swallowing a lump in your throat.

"Well the next time you need help opening up your third eye you just let daddy know."

Grinning, you nod. "Okay."

Daddy wipes away a tear, pulls you up, kisses your forehead, then passes you your beer. Maybe being a bad girl isn't so bad after all.