Primal Heat: Daddy’s Thick Seed
God, the ache between my thighs was unbearable. It’d been six weeks since Tyler jetted off to that godforsaken oil rig in the Gulf, leaving me stranded in this creaky old beach house we’d rented for his promotion. Waves crashed outside like they were mocking my empty pussy, all slick and desperate for a pounding. I was 26, curves stacked just right—heavy tits spilling over my bikini top, ass that jiggled with every step—and off the pill for months, body screaming to be bred. Tyler’s quick pumps before he left barely scratched the itch. Now, fingers buried knuckle-deep, I chased that elusive edge, sweat beading on my freckled skin, the salty ocean air mixing with my musky arousal.
Phone buzzed. Harlan. My dad. 52, bear of a man, salt-and-pepper beard framing a jaw like granite, arms thicker than my thighs from years hauling timber as a logging supervisor. Mom passed five years back; he’d bulked up since, chest like a barrel, gut firm under fur. “Lena-girl, storm’s floodin’ the coast hotels. Boss flew me in for this bridge rebuild—can I crash at yours couple days?”
Hell yes. Loneliness clawed at me. “Door’s open, Daddy. Bring that strong back.” Voice husky, I hung up, clit throbbing harder. New fantasy bloomed: those massive paws kneading me senseless.
Jump to Chapter 2 | Jump to Chapter 3 | Jump to Chapter 4 | Jump to Chapter 5 | Jump to Chapter 6
Chapter 2: Rough Hands Ignite the Fire 🔥
Storm rattled the shutters as Harlan’s truck growled up the gravel drive. I flung the door wide, wind whipping my thin sundress against my braless tits, nipples poking like diamonds. He lumbered in, duffel slung over one shoulder, rain sluicing off his flannel shirt clinging to every ridge of muscle. 6’4″, 280 pounds of raw power—nothing like Tyler’s wiry frame.
“Lena-girl!” His gravelly baritone vibrated through me. I crashed into him, burying face in his drenched chest, inhaling pine soap and wet earth. Arms crushed me close; I felt his heat, the bulge of his pecs, and—fuck—something thick stirring below his belt. Pulled back, cheeks burning, I eyed the tent in his jeans. Imagination? Or…
“Place smells like heaven, pumpkin. Missed ya.” He ruffled my wild red curls, grin wolfish under the beard. We cracked beers on the sagging porch, lightning forking the sky, foam bitter on tongue as thunder boomed. Talk flowed—Tyler’s endless shift, my dead-end remote graphic gig. But my gaze kept dropping to his crotch, that denim strain promising girth I’d crave.
Night fell sticky. Couch was a torture rack, lumpy from salt air. Harlan grunted, folding his bulk onto it. I tossed him sheets, heart pounding. Slipped into bed, sheets cool against fevered skin, pussy weeping for cock. Dreams tangled: Daddy’s hands everywhere, splitting me wide.
Morning hit like a freight train. Neck locked in spasm—worst yet, from tossing alone. Stumbled out in robe, every twist agony. Harlan at the stove, frying eggs, spatula dwarfed in his mitt. Sizzle of grease, smoky bacon tang filling air.
“Neck again? Shit, girl.” Sympathy rough in his voice. “C’mere.”
I perched on stool, robe gaping to show deep cleavage. His palms, callused and hot, engulfed my shoulders. Kneaded slow, thumbs digging knots. “Fuck, Daddy, that’s… deep.” Moan escaped, traitorous. Heat pooled low; cunt clenched, juices slicking thighs. His breath hot on nape, beard grazing skin like velvet abrasion.
“Hold still, Lena. Gonna work it good.” Fingers slipped lower, brushing collarbone. Nipples ached, begging. I ground subtly against seat, chasing friction. His grunt—low, animal—sent shivers racing. “Body’s tight everywhere, ain’t it?”
Pulse thundered. Pulled away gasping. “Thanks. Work calls.” Fled to shower, water scalding as I fisted clit, imagining his fat cock ramming home. Came screaming silently, waves crashing approval outside. 💋
Chapter 3: Stormy Confession and Forbidden Touch
Day blurred—emails, sketches, secret thigh squeezes replaying his massage. Harlan texted: Beach walk after? Clear head. Perfect. Slipped into bikini, one that barely contained my 36DDs, ass cheeks peeking. He waited in board shorts, thighs like tree trunks, bulge obscene even soft.
Waves pounded pebbles, brine sharp in nostrils, gulls screeching overhead. Talk turned raw. “Tyler’s gone nine months? Pussy like yours needs breedin’ regular.”
Choked on laugh. “Daddy! Crude much?” But heat flushed core. “Yeah, body won’t quit. Off pills, ovulating like mad. Fantasies non-stop.”
He stopped, sea spray misting us. Eyes dark, devouring my curves. “Careful sharin’ that with a widower like me. Been years since I sank into heaven.”
Storm brewed anew. Back home, power flickered. Candles flickered shadows on walls, wax scent mingling with our sweat. Couch massage round two—or three? Neck throbbed faint excuse. “Please, Daddy? Hurts again.”
He yanked me onto lap facing away, back to his chest. Robe discarded; skin on skin. Palms roamed shoulders, thumbs circling spine. “Relax, babygirl. Let Daddy fix ya.” Voice husk thickened.
Lower now, grazing tits’ undersides. I arched, gasp ragged. “Harlan… that’s…” His cock throbbed against ass crack, veiny monster, nine inches easy, girth like wrist. Ground back instinctive.
“Feelin’ what you do to me? Neglected daughter, ripe for fillin’.” Beard scraped neck; tongue flicked lobe. Fingers pinched nipples, rough tugs sending lightning to clit. “Pussy drippin’? Smell it.”
“Yes! God, yes.” No denial. Robe hit floor; bikini followed in frenzy. Straddled him reverse, fat head nudging slit. Sank slow—stretch burned divine, walls fluttering around invasion. “Daddy’s cock… ruinin’ me!”
Bounced frantic, tits slapping, his paws bruising hips. Grunts mingled moans; slap of flesh wet, lewd. “Take it, Lena! Milk Daddy’s load deep!” Rope after rope blasted cervix, fertile flood. Collapsed, cum oozing, his arms iron bands. No regrets. Yet.
New Heat Rises
Dawn pierced curtains. Woke tangled, his snores rumbling chest. Pussy tender, stuffed anew overnight? Slid hand down—yes, creamy mess. Kitchen: pancakes fluffy, maple sweet. He flipped ’em shirtless, abs rippling, cock semi-hard snaking thigh.
“Mornin’, cumdump.” Winked. Blushed? Thrilled. Bent over counter, he railed from behind, eggs forgotten. “Breed ya proper today.” Spanked ass red; screams echoed waves. Filled twice before work call yanked him away.
Afternoon beach new scene: snorkeling twist. Clear waters, fish darting colorful. Harlan’s hands “steadying” underwater—fingers in suit, circling clit till orgasm rippled sea. Surfaced gasping, lips crashing salt-kissed. “Filthy man.”
“Your filthy Daddy.” Home for more: tied to bedposts with his belt, tongue devouring folds till squirted face. Then piledriver—legs pinned, cock piston-fucking womb. “Gonna knock ya up, Lena-girl!” Cum tsunami; belly swelled slight.
Chapter 4: Breeding Frenzy in the Heat
Tyler’s video pinged mid-fuck haze. Heart lurched—ignore? Answered flushed, Harlan buried balls-deep doggy-style on bed, screen angled innocent. “Miss ya, babe. How’s solo?” His voice tinny.
“Survivin’. Daddy’s visitin’—keeps company.” Harlan smirked evil over shoulder, hips grinding slow circles. Bit lip bloody fighting moans.
“Lucky. Love ya.” Signed off. Harlan laughed dark. “Hubby’s clueless. Now scream for real.”
Flipped pronebone, weight crushing delicious. Cock dragged walls raw; prostate-milked grunts feral. “Pussy molded to Daddy now. Tyler’s twig won’t satisfy.” Clit-rubbed thunder; vision whited climax. His bellow shook windows—seed volcanic, painting ovaries.
New conflict: guilt flickered oven-cleaning next day, suds soapy on tits. Harlan caught sudsing pussy playful. “Thinkin’ of quittin’?” Pinned counter, soapy slide eased re-entry. “Never. This cunt’s mine.” Fucked through tears—pleasure-pain ecstasy.
Evening bonfire beach scene added: flames crackled orange, driftwood smoke acrid lungs. Naked roasted marshmallows sticky fingers; his licked clean lewd. Snowballed dessert: ass-fucked slow, cum swapped spit-globbed kisses. Waves lapped toes; stars witnessed depravity. 🔥
Deepening the Crave
Week blurred extremes. Gym sesh new: his home weights, spotter turned sixty-nine sweat-slick. Barbells clanged; his tongue ferreted gushers. “Stronger loads for breedin’.”
Nights marathon: every hole tested. Anal debut oiled, ginger-plugged prep. “Tight as virgin.” Inch-by-inch surrender, pain bloomed bliss. Double-creampie, pussy then ass, overflowed bathtub soak later, bubbles popping cum-scented.
Dialogue rawer: “Daddy’s balls factory for babies.” “Yes! Flood me!” Orgasms chained, body quaking endless.
Chapter 5: Raging Storm of Taboo Lust
Storm peaked—power out days. Candlelit fucks primal. Chained spread-eagle, ice from cooler trailed nipples to clit—melted drips mingled squirt. His belt whipped thighs pink; pain spiked pleasure peaks.
“Beg, slut-daughter.” Kneeled, throat-fucked gagging tears, drool stringing beard.
“Please, Daddy! Wreck womb!” Mounted reverse cowgirl, nails raking back bloody trails. Galloped savage; bedframe splintered. Cum erupted fountain—tasted metallic-salt from scooped fingers.
Flashback reordered: remembered Tyler’s leaving fuck—lackluster missionary, seed spilled belly. Vs. now: Harlan’s ritual, legs hoisted shoulders, cervix-kissed pumps chanting “Breed! Breed!” Ovulation peak scented pheromones drove madness.
New emotional: post-orgasm cuddles tender. “Love ya always, girl. This… us… forever?” Tears mixed sweat. “Yes, Daddy. Yours.”
Peak Submission
Triple penetration fantasy: largest dildo ass, fingers pussy, cock throat. Overloaded senses—fullness obscene, gurgles muffled screams. Collapsed puddle, revived for enema-play cleanup, fresh railed purity.
Chapter 6: Sealed with Daddy’s Legacy 💋
Harlan’s trip extended—boss begged. Bliss. Two weeks pure debauch: roleplay extremes. “Cheerleader tryouts”—pom-poms shook, splits split by tongue then shaft. “Farmgirl breeding”—haybales improvised beach grass, milked tits dry while plowed.
Ultrasound tease? Nah, instinct knew: belly warmed, tits tenderized. Confirmed later, but now—celebratory gangbang solo-style: toys thrice-filled, imagining his return.
Final dawn: truck packed reluctant. Fucked porch goodbye, neighbors be damned—screams drowned waves. Cum plugged pussy, kiss bruised-lipped. “Back soon, babygirl. Keep fertile.”
Alone again? No. Tyler due months off, but womb claimed. Touched belly swelling promise. Cravings sated temporary; Daddy’s thick seed rooted deep. Ocean whispered approval eternal.
But nights? Fingers dipped memory-fresh, waiting his roar. Primal heat, forever kindled.
