I sat alone in the living room of my house and reflected on what had just happened.

My wife Claire and our daughter Courtney had just had a huge fight. I had no idea how the argument had started, but it had ended with Courtney running from the room in tears. Then Claire had said that she was getting ‘one of my migraines’ and that she was going to take a sleeping pill and go to bed.

Situation normal.

In fact, during the last couple of weeks, this had become a regular occurrence.

Claire really had tried to be tolerant of Courtney’s attitude during this time. She had said that she realised that our daughter was under a lot of pressure at school, as her finals were only a few weeks away. I had agreed with Claire that that probably was the problem, but I had my doubts. In my considerable experience with women, this sort of behaviour is usually caused by one thing — lack of sex.

In Courtney’s case this theory made sense. She had dated boys casually since she was seventeen, but at her eighteenth birthday party she had spent most of the evening with a boy from her school called Josh, and they had started dating regularly. Then one Sunday morning a couple of weeks later, she had appeared late for breakfast, and in an unusual mood. It was a combination of happiness and guilt, and it was a mood that I well recognised. I knew immediately from her behaviour that she had had sex for the first time the previous night.

I didn’t share this information with Claire; well, mothers always worry, don’t they? Myself, I wasn’t too worried. I knew that Courtney was on the Pill, and I knew that young women have sexual needs, and so it was just a matter of time before ‘it’ happened.

The next few weeks were a time of pure bliss in our household. Courtney was obviously getting laid regularly, and she was continually in a good mood, chattering happily to us or singing to herself. Her happiness was infectious, and it also put Claire in a good mood. Relatively good, that is.

I should explain what I mean by that. For the previous few years Claire has had little interest in sex, and usually the most that I could coax out of her was about once every two weeks. I finally gave up trying for anything more than this, and so I resorted to magazines and videos to fill the void in my life. But still, life was pleasant enough in izmit escort our household.

Then suddenly everything changed. Courtney broke up with Josh. I had overheard her talking to one of her girlfriends on the phone, and apparently she had found out that Josh had been cheating on her. I had tried to comfort Courtney without actually letting on that I knew what had happened, but she was inconsolable. That’s when the fights with Claire had started. And of course that meant an end to my peaceful life.

Something had to be done, and so I decided to go and talk to Courtney. I walked upstairs and knocked gently on her door. “Can I come in, Sweetie?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” Courtney replied.

I went into the room, and Courtly was lying on her bed. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. I sat on the bed beside her and took her hand. “I know that things are a little rough for you right now, Sweetie,” I said, “but you can’t go on forever fighting with your mother.”

“That bitch!” Courtney exclaimed. “She’s always picking on me. I hate her!”

Now Courtney and Claire had never been all that close, but I knew that Claire hadn’t actually been ‘picking’ on her. I rubbed Courtney’s arm, and said, “It’s not really your mother that you’re angry with, it’s Josh, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” Courtney exclaimed. “Josh is a bastard! I hate him!”

“Don’t you mean that you miss him?” I asked.

“No!” she said emphatically. Then her eyes clouded over. “Yes,” she sniffed,” I miss him. I miss him so much!”

“Do you miss Josh, or just the sex part?” I asked.

“Daddy!” Courtney exclaimed. Then she looked at me sheepishly. “How did you know that?” she asked.

“Fathers can be pretty smart,” I said. “Sometimes we know more than you give us credit for.”

Courtney threw herself into my arms. “Oh yes, Daddy,” she wailed. “I miss the sex so much. It made me fell so good. And now that I can’t have it any more I just feel so empty.”

I held her while she sobbed. “But what about the other boys at school?” I asked. “Why don’t you date one of them?”

“All of the good-looking boys have girlfriends already,” she sniffled.

“The steal one of them away,” I said. “You’re the prettiest girl at school.”

“Oh, Daddy, do you really think so?” she asked.

“Of course you are,” I said. “Why, if I was yahya kaptan escort eighteen and went to you school, I’d be trying really hard to date you.”

Courtney threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “Oh thank you Daddy,” she said. “You’ve made me feel so much better.”

I kissed her on the cheek, and left her to get on with her studies.

The next evening Courtney was fairly subdued at dinner, and she didn’t pick a fight with Claire. Then when we had finished eating, Courtney said that she was going to her room to study. Shortly after, Claire announced that she had had a bad day at work, and she was going to take a sleeping tablet and go to bed. I resigned myself to another evening alone in my study with my computer.

About an hour later there was a knock at my study door. I quickly shut down the files I was looking at and said, “Come in.”

The door opened and Courtney came in. She was wearing a robe. “Daddy, could you come and help me with something?” she asked.

I thought that she had some question about her schoolwork, so I got up and went to her room with her. She closed the door, but instead of going to her desk, she sat on the bed. I sat next to her, and she took my hand. “Thank you for our talk last night,” she said. “It helped me a lot.”

“Glad I could help,” I said.

“Daddy,” she said, “Why don’t you and Mommy have sex any more?”

I was surprised at her question. It caught me off guard, and without thinking I said, “Because your mother just isn’t interested any more.”

“But don’t you miss sex?” she asked.

“Of course I do,” I said. “But I can’t do anything about it.”

“That’s what I thought,” she said. Then she went quiet for a few seconds. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said. “I think I know what we can do about both our problems.”

Courtney stood up and undid the sash to her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing very sexy Baby Doll pyjamas under the robe. Her big pink nipples were clearly visible under the thin material. “Do you like my figure?” she asked with pretend innocence. All I could do was nod dumbly.

I just stared at her lovely body as she smiled at me. Then she came and sat on my knee. “Can you guess what I have in mind, Daddy?” she asked. Then she looked at my hard cock. gebze escort “I see that you can,” she purred.

In a trance I reached out and squeezed her fabulous tits, and she reached down and pulled the top of her pjs over her head. Immediately I buried my face in her tits, and then she moaned as I sucked her nipples, making them rock hard. Then she reached down, slipped her hand into my trousers, and grabbed my cock. “Oh Daddy!” she gasped. “Your cock is so big! I don’t think it will fit into my pussy.”

My cock was ready to explode. “Then we will just have to find out, won’t we?” I said. “Find out if Daddy’s big cock will fit into his naughty little girl’s tight pussy.”

I threw her back onto the bed, and she squealed as I pulled down her panties, revealing the most exquisite little pussy that I had ever seen. She had just a little tuft of blond pussy hair. I had a moment of panic when I saw how tiny her pussy was, and I thought that maybe my cock really wouldn’t fit. But I knew that it wouldn’t be the first cock to stretch her pussy, and there was no way that I could stop. I just had to have her, my beautiful daughter, have her right there, stuff my cock into her beautiful pussy and fuck her brains out.

She shivered with delight as I touched her pussy with the tip of my cock, and then I pushed until the head of my cock was inside her. She opened her legs wide, and slowly I disappeared completely inside her. The suddenly she wrapped her legs around me. “Fuck me Daddy!” she cried. “Fuck your slutty little daughter with your big Daddy cock. Fuck me hard and make me cum!”

I drew out of her, and then she squealed as I rammed the full length of my cock into her. She thrust up with her hips, meeting every stroke, as her nails dug into my back. And all the time she begged me to keep fucking her, to fuck her harder. She was a wild sexual animal! Never had I experienced anyone like her. And then she screamed with pleasure as we both came.

We lay together, both exhausted, and suddenly I remembered that Claire was asleep just down the hall. Claire was a sound sleeper, but Courtney had made so much noise that I couldn’t believe that Claire wouldn’t have heard her. But I just didn’t care. I had fucked my hot daughter, and it had been the best fuck of my life.

I didn’t want to fall asleep in Courtney’s bed, so I decided that I had better get up. Courtney gave a little moan of disappointment as I withdrew my cock from her now well-satisfied pussy. She kissed me and said, “I hope that we can do this again soon, Daddy.”

“I hope so too, Kitten,” I said. “Very soon.”