Swati My Angel part II

Swati My Angel part II
I knew exactly what she meant. From now on nothing would suffice except sex, fucking, and plenty of it. From that afternoon on we would fuck whenever we could, which was at least once a day. The only pause we had was when Swati was ‘in periods’ as she put it. Oh, and after our first time, She went on the pill. We couldn’t have a pregnancy now could we? Too much to explain. Somewhere before this Swati and I changed from a young daughter and dad loving each other, to being just lovers who happened to be father and daughter. It seemed to happen in her early teens, but the result was that she loved me unconditionally as I did her. Or maybe looking back it happened the moment we joined totally as lovers; on that afternoon when we fucked for the first time. Yeah, I think that’s when our relationship changed, although it was still a father-daughter thing between us, which is hard to explain. On one level we are father and daughter, like all fathers and daughters, but on another other level we are lovers. Such a simple word ‘lovers’, but for us it means so much. I had never experienced such love from other girls or women, and especially not Swati’s mother. When Swati was about 16 years old, she began to ask a series of tough questions again. As usual she was sitting next to me on the couch with her school dress pulled up the way I liked it, as I held her and fondled her pussy through her panties..“Dad?”“Yes sweetheart.”“What’s ‘anal’?”“You mean anal sex?” I described to her as much as I knew, gleaned from reading, magazines and videos. Swati screwed her face up and asked why people did that. I explained how we’re all different, and that some people need different stimulation. I could see immediately that this was one thing she didn’t want to try. I wanted my Swati to experience whatever I could give her. She laughed.“I knew you were going to ask that, and the answer is HELL NO. I just love what we do, except…” I knew what was on her mind. She wanted to sleep with me in my bed, all through the night. She pined for us to be like a regular fucking couple. Yet, with her mother in the house, this was just not possible. My hand snaked into her panties and down to her hairless big pussy. “We’ve been through this heaps of times. We can’t while your mother is here.” I was firm. She giggled. “Not tonight she isn’t,” Stacy said in a sing-song voice. “WHAT?” “Mum didn’t tell you did she? Tonight she isn’t coming home. Tonight she and her friends are going to spend the long weekend at Asha auntie’s house.” “FUCKING good,” I shouted. “So tonight mister, it’s you and me in your big bed.” We sat for a while as we both thought about this new situation. Swati cooed as my fingers moved lovingly over her pussy lips, and along her very wet slit. That’s one thing I still can’t get over, how wet my daughter can get over me. We only have to be in the same room, and she tells me she gets wet. Evidently, She fantasizes over me as much as I do her. She had even told me that at times she can’t study, because she’s thinking of what she wants to do with me, right there and then. Man I love this girl! We made love on the couch. The foreplay was virtually non-existent as we were both more than ready, which we always seem to be. She just spread herself for me, and I ploughed my hard dick into her waiting, open pussy. We watched, as usual, as I thrust in and out of her. We changed positions a few times; once to her favourite, where she pulls her knees up and spreads herself, and then once I’m in again she closes her knees together. Man she loves to do that! But we were both sort of saving ourselves for the bed. We knew we didn’t have to hurry our first full night together and went to bed as we usually would, at 10.30. We both wore what we would to bed, nothing special; I in my boxers and She in a tee-shirt and panties. I felt like we were an old married couple. However, bubbling just below the surface was our Burning desire for each other. We slipped into my big bed and moved toward one another. We held each other and kissed, taking our time. Suddenly, She broke our kiss. “I’m gunna fuck you until you have no more cum dad,” she told me. That started our first passionate night together. She spread herself wide so they hung on either side of my hips, and then ground her panty covered pussy into my hardening dick. She squirmed her hips as she ground and it was one of the most erotic things that’s ever happened to me. But then again, my Swati was full of invention. As she did this I remained still and allowed her to take the lead. Then her whole body was moving and squirming against mine. “Oh yeah, this is good,” she whispered to me, as if confirming a fact. “Got the idea from someone else?” I asked her. “Yeah, Kusum, but that’s another story for another time. Damn you feel good, oh fuck it’s so nice on my pussy,” she was really getting into it now. She ground harder and varied her pace. I could have done it all night; it was just so good for both of us. WOW, did that feel good. My daughter’s panty covered pussy grinding on my naked dick. The she quickly pulled her panties off and placed my rock hard dick between her soaked pussy lips, and then slid up and down as she grounded into me. This allowed my dick to slide up and down her slit until it popped out at the top, dragging against her clit. This position allowed Swati to control the speed, movement and pressure. “Oh fuck dad, this is soo good. Oh yeah, don’t do anything, just lie there, I want to do this. Oh dad we are so good together, so good.” Man! I just had to agree. Swati kept this up for some time, and I could feel her pussy juices slowly running down the inside of both my thighs, and this was very fortunate for both of us or Swati would have rubbed the skin off both of us.

We ere both soaked in her pussy juices, and I couldn’t believe se was so turned on for so long. Swati kept up her pace and I could tell she was building to a huge climax. As if to confirm this, she leaned forward into my arms so I could hold her, and she grabbed handfuls of my pillow. “Oh, uh, this is so good dad. Hang on dad, just a little longer,” she pleaded. “Hurry sweetie, I’m close, real close,” I replied, and I was very close. “Hang on dad, hang on. Oh yeah, nearly there, nearly there, oh dad, dad,” she whimpered into my neck. I concentrated like I never had before, on two things. Firstly, not to cum myself; and secondly, but more importantly, not to plunge my dick into my daughter’s pussy. Man, I wanted to fuck her! “Sweetie, hurry,” I moaned. Then She launched her upper body away from mine while pushing her clit hard onto my dick, with her teeth clenched and eyes closed. He body stiffened.“aaahhh, yeah,” she screamed. She held her position as her orgasm rocked her world, while I lay concentrating. After what seemed like an eternity, she moved her hips and my dick slipped passed from the top of her pussy and slid straight into her warm, wet and magnificent pussy. No sooner had my dick entered, then her love tunnel clamped down on my dick as She continued her orgasm, although it was starting to subside. As soon as I felt her pussy clamp on me, I exploded in an orgasm that nearly caused me to loose consciousness. Well, when I say loose consciousness, I mean my orgasm sucked so much energy out of me I was totally spent. She collapsed too, on top of me, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Once we had recovered, after laying in each other’s arms for some time, we spoke of our undying love for each other, and Swati promised that one day she would find a way for us to be together. We both wanted that, as father and daughter and as lovers. The years that followed were a bit like hide-and-seek for She and I, as my wife, her mother flittered in and out of the house. I had the feeling that at some point she must have caught On to Swati and me, at least to some degree anyway. Because she seemed to move from wanting Nothing to do with us, to virtually haunting us. The times Swati and I could spend by ourselves became few and far between. However, we always had after school until Swati began uni, and then everything changed. But until then, I savoured every moment with my beautiful daughter. It was also during this time I profoundly felt Swati had fallen deeply in love with me, as I had with her, and her mother’s antics only served to frustrate Swati all the more because of her change in feelings for me. Last Night Swati turned 22 years of age three months ago and lives in her own house, as she’s now a nurse and earning good money. I spend far more time at her place that at the family home with my wife. However, last night all that changed. As usual I was ‘visiting’ her, but she had a very special surprise for me. Since she moved out and into her own house, she has become a very independent young woman, but as such she has blossomed as my lover. Last night Swati told me she wanted me to leave her mother and move in with her. “But Sweetie I can’t, what would the neighbours think?” I can’t tell you how much I wanted to live with my daughter, my lover, but I was far too afraid of the gossip and the law. Swati just smiled at me and handed me a brochure. It was from an architectural firm, about their new development. “Dad, at this place I can call you dad and lover at the same time. You can tell me how much you enjoyed our night together in bed, in front of the other tenants.”I was totally confused. “Come on dad, I have something to show you.” With that she led me like my lover, out of her house, into her car and down her road.to a new city a new life where it will be only SWATI and ME. Father. Lover. Husband..