Wind Sprint's Daddy


                                            >https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40236792/#40244068


                                            >They’re sitting in a coffeehouse on padded polyurethane banquette seats for their booth of choice.

                                            >The table itself had a smooth mahogany surface edged in gray steel.

                                            >They had planned on spending the windy sun swept afternoon exploring downtown, and so even the parking meter was a tad expensive.

                                            >With the food and the clothing his daughter tried on for him that he bought, Anon figured he’d be dead broke by next week, but he didn't care if it was for his little girl.

                                            >It was a few minutes past three, and Wind Sprint had a curfew and bedtime to meet lest he dealt with a pissed-off ex-wife.

                                            >That could mean not seeing his kid again for a long while.

                                            >Wind took a small bites from her sponge cake, small crumbs coming to rest on her upper lip.

                                            “Let me help you, Windy.”

                                            >Anon, seeming almost bald with freshly cropped hair and outwardly relaxed behind his steaming cup of black coffee, reached across the table to brush them off using his thumb.

                                            >He took his time with the task, in the same way a painter worked with their canvas.

                                            >It gave him time to better make sense of the five years he had missed out on.

                                            >Her periwinkle eyes were shiny, and her hair was almost an inverse of her mother's, bluish-purple with pink stripes.

                                            >A soft field of freckles spread faintly across her lily-white button nose and rosy cheeks, like final touchings someone had been gentle with while brushing onto her pale complexion.

                                            >Anon had missed five years with her because of his stupid decisions.

                                            >He had stopped brushing but kept his hand propped under her chin.

                                            He just stared, making note of how the features he had down from memory had developed.

                                            >“Why are you looking at me like that, Dad?”

                                            “I wanna look at you, Wind.”

                                            “Quibble was ticked off before I left. We always go to the park around this time.”

                                            >He managed to plant a kiss on her nose.

                                            >She wiggled it at him as he withdrew, giving off the impression of a bunny.

                                            “Tough shit,” Anon said.

                                            >Wind's head tilted just a little, her lip twitching up before smoothing back into a neutral position.

                                            >“I'm pretty sure Mom told you to watch your mouth around me.”

                                            “I think it's warranted when talking about your failure of a stepfather.”

                                            >A smirk crept across her lips.

                                            >Her mother had worked to keep their house swear-free but she could do nothing about playgrounds and classrooms except complain. >“You really don't like him, huh?.”

                                            >She giggled, planted her fingers flat on the table edge, and studied her nails as if it were a teleprompter.

                                            >“When you were in prison, Mom said I should call you Anon and call Quibble dad. I never wanted to, though, because I knew you'd be back one day.”

                                            Hearing that made the man happy, but he tries to be respectful towards his ex-wife's wishes and says, “Try not to make your mother upset."

                                            >"I know, but," she starts, tears coming to her eyes.

                                            >He moved to her side of the table and his arms are around her before he realizes it.

                                            >He wanted to hold her the same way he did when she was an infant.

                                            "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

                                            >She shook her head, wiping at her eyes.

                                            >“Happy tears. I missed you. A lot, Daddy.”

                                            >She returned his hug.

                                            >Wind Sprint could feel how rugged her Dad's physique had become with her body pressed against his, and it makes her heart flutter

                                            "“I love you so much.”

                                            >"I know you do."

                                            "Never hurts to say it, right?"

                                            >"No, you should say it more."

                                            >Anon chuckles.

                                            "I'll say it a hundred times if you want. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love-!"

                                            >Wind slaps his shoulder while giggling.

                                            >"Stop it, Dad, you're embarrassing me!"

                                            "But I thought you wanted to hear me say it more?"

                                            >"Yeah, but we don't have all day and I don't want to waste too much time."

                                            "What's got you in a hurry, sweetie?"

                                            >"... Dad, do you remember the games we used to play, when Mom was at work."

                                            >Anon's heart freezes in his chest.

                                            "Um, yes, I do."

                                            >She leans up and whispers, "We never got to the final part. You said I wasn't big enough, yet, but I think I am, now... Want to head to your apartment and find out?"

                                            "Wind, I don't think that's a good idea..."

                                            >"But you know how much I hate leaving a game unfinished, and I've waited so long."

                                            "... Alright."

                                            >With that, the two got up, Anon leaving money on the table for the bill before Wind Sprint grabbed his hand and started practically dragging him away.

                                            >Curious, Anon observed his daughter’s physical development from over the last five years, watching her well-developed rump swaying left and right, each nicely-shaped cheek bouncing with alternating steps behind the fabric of white shorts.

                                            >She turned halfway to give him a cheeky grin as if sensing his eyes, and he felt himself swell in his pants.

                                            >He supposes he should feel lucky he went to prison for what he did out in the streets, and not under his daughter's sheets all those years ago.

                                            >He'd have been away for a much longer time if that were the case.

                                            >When they arrived, Wind Sprint left her shoes by the door, her dad’s neighboring pair dwarfing her own.

                                            >They left the TV playing, some news reporter rambled on about the local weather, unlistened to.

                                            >The news had never seemed less important.

                                            >It was background noise to Wind Sprint's girlish moaning and Anon’s animal grunts as he drove his thick shaft pounding balls deep into his daughter’s bald moist pussy, his heavy thatch of pubic hair grinding against her soft labia.

                                            Wind held onto her father for dear life, digging her fragile nails into pronounced back muscles, her eyelids quivering as shapes danced in the floating darkness.

                                            >Her legs rested on his back while her feet were left to dangle uselessly in the air.

                                            >Pinned underneath her daddy, the girl couldn’t help noticing that it would take four of her to match the weight and physical power of one of him.

                                            >His shoulders were enormous in comparison to hers.

                                            >His chest was thick with the bulging pectorals of a bodybuilder.

                                            >His arms felt immovable and sturdy.

                                            >Her position awakened a primal desire to be dominated.

                                            >With his cock gliding smoothly in and out of his adolescent daughter and his nutsack smacking against the soft cushion of her little ass cheeks, Anon found it impossible to remember the last time he’d been able to ram his dick into something so warm and soft.

                                            >Her little pussy suckled at every inch he fed deep and throbbing inside her belly.

                                            >Every few minutes or so, Wind Sprint fell into an orgasm, made clear with a soft whimper and an intense pulsing around his shaft.

                                            >Sometimes a groan as her arms and legs folded tighter around him.

                                            >“Daddy,” She whimpers. “Haaah… haaaah… Daddy.”

                                            >The sounds of father and daughter mating like animals were sharply audible through the thin walls of the apartment building.

                                            >Neighbors whom Anon was just getting to know listened in with amused grins or with their hands pressed over their mouths, stifling laughter at the recognizable staccato slapping of flesh against flesh, uninhibited feminine moaning, tell-tale signs that Anon was giving it to her good, unaware of just "who" was in this case.

                                            >Pulsating waves rippled along the walls of her girlhood with each of her world-shattering orgasms.

                                            >With his little girl’s pussy clenched down on his erection, Anon, despite his attempts to hold back and savor the moment, felt an intense pressure in his balls as they ached for well-earned release, his scrotum swelling huge with the massive load boiling hot within.

                                            >His bloated knob pressed deep against his little daughter’s defenseless cervix, and Anon barely managed to withdraw without spilling his load.

                                            >He came away with the hard fact that there would be nothing to separate his seed from spilling into the little girl’s womb.

                                            >He hadn't even asked if she had her first period yet, the idiot.

                                            “Baby,” Anon grunted. “You gotta let go of Daddy for just a second so he can pull out.”

                                            >He felt every bulging vein adorning his cock pulsating as his load readied to release itself.

                                            >Just as he was prepared to leave a sticky mess on his living room carpet, his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Wind Sprint kept her limbs wrapped tight around him.

                                            >All those years of soccer seemed to have made her legs quite powerful, too.

                                            “Wind Sprint? Come on… let Daddy pull out… let… Aggghh!”

                                            >The thick base of his rod surged.

                                            >There was a faint squelch when the lips of her smooth pussy engulfed his entire length and kissed his scratchy pubic hair.

                                            >His drooping ball sack swung heavily underneath her girlhood, ready to spew its payload.

                                            >The bloated tip of his cock kissed her battered cervix.

                                            >They joined lips unthinkingly as the first thick rope of his rich semen shot from the head of his naked manhood, throbbing against her warm narrowness and soaring deep past her cervix, his cock flexing and dumping five years' worth of semen into her untouched womb while they lay together in the most intimate embrace able to be experienced by man and woman. >Her legs gripped hard around his waist

                                            >He made a throaty groan against Wind Sprint's lips as he found a decent grip on her soft lily-white butt cheeks and used the leverage to impale her deeper onto his cock until he could feel her baby-smooth pussy lips rubbing against his groin, just in time for a second rope to fire straight into her womb without obstacle.

                                            >He emptied himself until a ring of his seed began to seep out from where they were connected before flowing down to the cleft of rump and onto the couch beneath them.

                                            >As Wind Sprint's hold loosened, Anon removed his girthy cock with an audible pop against her well-fucked opening.

                                            >He sat back with his soaking wet and spent penis dangling between his thighs.

                                            >Wind Sprint's bare butt rested on the edge of the couch, her legs splayed obscenely wide apart, exhibiting a rapidly-closing flushed-pink pussy that had just experienced the pounding of its life.

                                            >Wind Sprint's stomach rose and fell as she worked to catch her breath, both her chest and nipples heaving.

                                            “How ya feeling, Windy? Sore?”

                                            >A comforting hand stroked her now tussled hair.

                                            >“A little,” she said, her colorful eyes glowing with satisfaction. “It felt amazing, though.”

                                            “I’m glad, it felt good for me too.”

                                            >"Cool... want to go again?"

                                            >They hadn't even savored the afterglow before father and daughter were joined at the hip again.

                                            >They had only two hours left together after all, and wanted to make the most of it.

                                            >That's why Wind Sprint's palms pressed against the seat of the couch for support with her bare rear end high above her in the air.

                                            >Her legs were bent so that the soles of her feet could rest on her daddy’s flexing buttocks as he rammed mercilessly into her obedient little pussy again.

                                            >His groin made a repeated smacking sound against her reddened butt cheeks.


                                            >At home, Quibble waited anxiously for his stepdaughter's return, worried even after his wife said that the girl would get over Anon and learn to love him just as she had.