Daddy’s Cock In My Head..

Beth.

I stumbled out of their bedroom like the floor was tilting under me.

I had seen it. Really seen it.

Not the vague, half-hard outline I used to catch through his sweats when he walked around the house early in the morning.

Not the bulge I stared at across the dinner table while pretending to listen to Mom talk about her shift.

The real thing. My father’s cock.

My mind went dizzy.

Even soft, it hung with a mouthwatering weight, popping veins ran down the shaft, pulsing in that way that promised to stretch a girl open and keep stretching her.

The head had been flushed dark, still a little swollen from whatever he’d been doing in the shower—or maybe from fucking Mom the night before.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen Daddy’s abs or biceps before.

He still worked out.

At forty-five, he looked better than half the dads at school.

But seeing those muscles attached to a completely naked body—water still sliding down the dark hair on his chest, down the ridges of his stomach, disappearing into the thick dark hair above that cock—was a whole different kind of violation.

Everything I had ever imagined was true.

And more.

My father could make a grown woman cry all over his cock.

Now I understood Mom.

Now I understood every scream, every beg, every wet sound that floated up the stairs at night.

And now I wanted it more than anything in the world.

I floated up the stairs in a daze.

My pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat in my clit.

Sasha’s voice reached me from somewhere down the hallway, calling my name, but it sounded underwater.

Distant. Unimportant.

I kept walking until she grabbed my arm and snapped her fingers right in front of my face.

“Beth! Where the hell were you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I hadn’t seen a ghost.

I had seen a cock.

Thick.

Delicious cock.

And the only thing scary about it was that it wasn’t inside me… yet.

“I’m fine,” I managed. My voice sounded wrong. “I didn’t see a ghost. It’s just… my dad is home.”

Sasha’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, your dad is home. Why is your face like that then? Did you see him naked or something?”

For one insane second I thought she had climbed inside my head.

That she knew.

But she blinked cluelessly and I forced a casualness into my voice I didn’t feel.

“Sash, don’t be weird.” I stared down at her dry body. “I thought you were going to the pool?”

“All alone? Hell no. You’re supposed to be taking sexy pictures and videos of me. I’ve been looking for you. Go change.”

“I don’t feel like swimming.”

What I felt like was locking myself in my room, shoving three fingers into my cunt, and coming so hard I saw stars while the image of Daddy’s thick cock burned behind my eyelids.

Sasha didn’t give a single shit. “I don’t care, bitch. Go change. I want us to do a boob video so I can send it to Travis.”

“Who the hell is Travis?”

“One older guy I’m trying to fuck. He’s got a thing for girls touching each other. Figured a nice close-up of us playing with our tits should get his attention.”

“No, Sash.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer, Bet—” She cut herself off mid-word, eyes flicking over my shoulder. “Oh. Mister Gray.”

I turned.

Daddy stood at the top of the stairs in jeans and a fitted black shirt.

Fully dressed.

Looking completely normal.

Like he hadn’t been standing naked in front of me five minutes ago with his heavy cock on full display.

The unfairness of it made my stomach twist.

“Hello, Sasha,” he said, voice easy. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Sasha beamed like she hadn’t just been planning a lesbian tit video for some random older man. “Just dropped by. We were about to hit the pool.”

“Oh that sounds fun. Take advantage of the good weather.”

She elbowed me hard in the ribs. “See? Even your dad knows we’re supposed to be having fun and not studying all the time.”

Daddy chuckled. The sound rolled through me. “I didn’t say that. Studying is good too, but having fun is important.” His eyes landed on me. Steady. Unreadable. “Are you not going to change into your swimsuit, princess?”

My mouth was dry. “I don’t feel like it today. And besides… I still haven’t gotten the hang of the strokes.”

Something flickered across his face. “Right. We were supposed to continue our swim lessons this weekend.”

Sasha jumped on it like a starving dog. “Now is a good time, sir. Unless you’re very busy.”

He shook his head once. “I’m done for the day, actually. I don’t mind.”

“Thank you, sir. We’ll see you there.”

Sasha dragged me away before my brain even found a response. She stripped me out of my uniform with zero shame, tossing a swimsuit in my face.

“Hurry up.”

My hands were shaking as I changed.

The simple black one-piece felt too high on my thighs, too tight across my chest, too sticky between my pussy lips.

When we walked back downstairs and out to the pool, Sasha slapped my ass hard enough to sting.

“Nice ass, Gray. Damn.”

I would’ve laughed, but Daddy stepped out of the house at that exact moment in tight blue swim trunks and the sound became a strangled whisper in my throat.

Sasha let out a low whistle under her breath. “Damn girl. Your dad is fucking hot. I’d ride that raw. All night with the lights on.”

Heat flooded my face and my cunt at the same time.

Sasha’s filthy words painted the exact fantasy I’d been living in since I was old enough to touch myself.

Daddy’s thick cock buried inside me all night long.

We entered the water and Sasha handed me her phone.

Daddy waited patiently while we took pictures, mindlessly wading around the deep end.

After we finished, Sasha immediately swam off to the shallow end with her phone, posing and filming and adjusting her tits for the camera, and I swam to Daddy.

“Alright, Princess. Float on your stomach. I’ve got you.”

I stretched out obediently.

His hands settled on my waist first—big, warm, steady.

One slid under my stomach, the other supporting my hips while he guided me through the motion.

The water was cool.

His body was not.

As we switched motions, it became clear that something was happening.

Every time I kicked, my ass brushed the front of his trunks.

Every time I tried to correct my form, he pulled me tighter against him.

And I could feel it.

The outline of his cock pressing against the curve of my ass through his trunks. It wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t completely hard either—it was just heavy and present and growing.

He adjusted his grip, palms sliding higher on my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the wet suit. I was terrified that if he went any higher, he would feel my diamond-hard nipples.

My heart slammed against his hands.

“Relax your shoulders,” he murmured near my ear. “You’re tensing up.”

Because your cock is pressed against my ass, Daddy, I almost screamed out.

Because I can feel how thick it is.

Because I’m imagining you sliding those trunks down and pushing it inside me right here in the water while Sasha films herself twenty feet away.

He shifted again.

The hard line of him dragged right against the cleft of my ass. A slow, deliberate grind that might have been accidental—or not.

I didn’t know what was real and what was my imagination.

My pussy was clenching so hard now, dirty heat blooming low in my belly, a whimper stuck somewhere in my throat.

I was embarrassingly wet and it wasn’t the fucking pool water.

How was I supposed to survive these lessons now?

How was any daughter supposed to float in her father’s arms after seeing his cock and feeling it thicken against her like that?

My brain screamed that it was wrong. Obsessive. Sick.

My cunt did not care.

It throbbed in time with every small shift of his hips, greedy and shameless, already inventing the fantasy of him holding me just like this while he forced every thick inch inside me.

By the time he decided I’d had enough, my legs were shaking and my swimsuit was riding up between my pussy lips.

He climbed out first.

Water streamed down the muscles of his back, down the tight blue fabric that clung to his rounded ass. I stared until Sasha’s voice snapped me out of it.

“I’m hungry!”

“Me…too.” But it wasn’t for food.

We dried off and changed.

I lent Sasha some clothes and listened while she talked about all the ways you can suck cock. We ate an early dinner with Daddy, and he told us Mom had an emergency surgery and wouldn’t be home until morning.

Marcus was going to drive Sasha home.

“Later, bitch.” She pecked me on the mouth at the door, tasting like the cherry lip gloss she always wore, then bounded out the door, definitely about to go annoy Marcus.

When the car drove off, the house fell into silence and the thought of being all alone with Daddy sank into my mind and grew into restless weeds of thoughts. I lasted maybe forty minutes in my room before it became unbearable.

I needed an excuse.

Any excuse to go to him.

Then I remembered the school play.

The lead role I was playing and how it now presented the perfect opportunity.

I hurried downstairs and knocked on his bedroom door.

He opened it after a few seconds, in soft gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt.

His hair was still damp from the shower he’d taken after the pool.

“Beth? What is it?”

“I’ve been feeling bad about barging in on you this afternoon,” I said, the words coming out smaller than I wanted. “I’m really sorry.”

He exhaled and kissed my forehead, soft and paternal.

The kind of kiss that should have calmed me down but only made my clit throb harder.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. It was just a mistake.”

I lingered in the doorway after he pulled back, shuffling my feet. “I have something else. About school. Remember how you promised you’d always help me with school stuff?”

He nodded, stepping back so I could come in if I wanted. “What do you need, Princess?”

I stepped inside.

Close enough to smell his soap.

Close enough to see the faint outline of his cock against the soft fabric of his sweats.

“I have to play the role of a mom in the school play. And I can’t do it right if I don’t practice.”

He almost smiled. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Just do what your mom does.”

“No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “I want to do more than that. I want to cosplay being your wife. So I can do everything.”

His eyebrows lifted. “That sounds ridiculous.”

“But you promised to help. It’s for the character. I don’t want to fail because you refused to help me.”

He studied my face for a long second. Something unreadable moved behind his eyes. “Okay, Princess. Whatever you wish.”

That was the opening. I took it. “If we’re really going to cosplay husband and wife… that includes having sex, right?”

He laughed once—short, disbelieving. Then the laugh died when he realized I wasn’t smiling.

“What is wrong with you, Beth?”

“If I’m going to be in character, it has to be believable,” I insisted. My heart was hammering against my ribs hard enough to hurt. “I have to do everything Mom does. If I don’t try, I’ll fail. The play is a quarter of my extracurricular grade. I have to pass.”

Daddy stared at me.

The look on his face was dark and complicated and full of something I couldn’t name yet.