Lockdown Logic
by Pan
I stared at the phone, not that it helped. It wasn’t a video call, so staring back at me were just my girlfriend’s initials.
“You want me to what?“
Jenna laughed, a throaty, rich sound that I normally adored.
“We don’t know how long we’re going to be in lockdown, babe,” she said. “And I know how much sex you need.”
It was true. I’d always had a high libido—it had been a huge problem between me and my wife. We’d finally gotten divorced three years ago, and our daughter Milly spent weekends with her mom, and the rest of her time with me.
Well, I guess the corona virus meant the rest of the time would be ‘all’ of her time.
My girlfriend and I didn’t have any problem in that arena. We were completely compatible: I’d met her at the gym, and had fallen in lust with her right away. She had long, blonde hair and a gorgeous face, and was about five foot four, and fit enough to run a marathon.
But more importantly, she loved sex as much as I did, and had never struggled with my libido. She didn’t mind if I wanted to have sex in the morning, or in the middle of the night, or in the afternoon. She was just as happy to have a quickie as she was for a long, drawn out lovemaking session.
She was, as far as I was concerned, a perfect match for me.
We were a great couple in other ways, of course—same sense of humor, we wanted the same things, and...similar values.
At least, that’s what I’d thought. Until this conversation.
“You’re telling me,” I said slowly, “that until lockdown ends, you want me to...”
I trailed off. I couldn’t even bring myself to say it.
But Jenna continued where I’d left off.
“I want you to use your daughter,” she said, as casually as if she’d just asked me to pick up some milk at the grocery store. “Use her to satisfy your needs.”
There was a short pause.
“If she’s anything like her old man, she’ll be gagging for it just as much as you are. And it’s not like it’s cheating—it’s your daughter!”
“Jenna,” I started, but she cut me off before I could finish the thought.
“Honey, I’m serious. I insist. In fact, if you don’t do it, I’ll be very upset.”
“You’ve lost your mind,” I told her matter-of-factly, and again I was met with that laugh of hers.
“No,” she said with a sigh. “The world has. We don’t know how long it’s going to be before we see each other again, and I don’t want there to be any risk of you straying. And I definitely don’t want my man going unsatisfied, so this is happening. You two have always had a close relationship... think of this as a natural next step.“
My head was swimming at the idea. I’d never even glanced at my daughter in a sexual manner, and now Jenna was suggesting—was insisting—that I...that I...
“She’ll never agree to it,” I said, slightly too triumphantly. I knew I was right about this—to Milly, I was just her dad. Just a boring old man.
Definitely not a potential sexual partner.
Jenna sighed. “Put her on.”
“What? Jenna, you can’t...—”
“Put. Her. On. The phone,” Jenna said, and I knew better than to argue with that tone.
“Milly!” I called out, and soon my daughter was peering around the corner.
She’d just turned eighteen a month earlier, and she was the spitting image of her mother, but about a foot taller. She had long brown hair and the most beautiful smile, and—not that this was something I’d ever really noticed before—had developed into a knockout. She had an hourglass figure, with full, D-cup breasts and a small waist, and a tight ass that—on anyone else—I would’ve said was just begged to be smacked.
I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. This was my daughter.
Milly’s face broke into a grin as she saw me, and she sat down on the couch beside me.
“Hey daddy,” she said cheerily. “Is that mom?”
“Jenna,” I said, still slightly in shock. “She wants to talk to you.”
Jenna and Milly had only met a few times, but they’d gotten along well.
“Okay,” Milly said, and took the phone. I watched as she said “hey” to my girlfriend.
It was still hard to believe that the fully-grown woman standing in front of me had once been my little girl. Now, she was confident, and sure of herself, and had her own life outside of school and family. She had a good group of friends, played sports, and had even dated a few boys—none of whom I’d ever approved of.
She was smart, and funny, and had a good heart. Millie was my pride and joy.
And I had absolutely no interest in...using her for sex. No matter what Jenna said.
Milly laughed at whatever Jenna had said, and then her face became serious.
“For real?” she scoffed, and I felt my entire body relax. Of course she wasn’t going to agree with my girlfriend’s ridiculous suggestion. The whole thing was...well, it was...
“Fine,” she said with a sigh, before handing me back the phone.
“See?” Jenna asked, before I could even say anything.
“Wait, what do you mean ‘see’?”
Milly stood, watching disinterestedly, as I talked to the woman who’d just suggested she and I have intercourse.
“Milly agrees,” Jenna told me. “It’s a great idea.”
I couldn’t believe it. There was no way that my daughter had agreed to...had agreed to...
“Call me back when you’re done, okay? I want a full update.”
“Of course, honey,” I said, my mouth on autopilot, and I hung up.
It felt like Milly and I stared at each for a thousand years. My mouth was dry, my head was buzzing, and—I realized with horror—my dick was hard.
This was insane. This was wrong.
And I knew I couldn’t go through with it.
“Dad,” Milly said, confident smile on her face as usual. “Your girlfriend is a fucking genius.”
That wasn’t exactly what I’d been expecting her to say.
“I was going a bit crazy not being able to get laid,” she continued, “but she’s right. It’s not like we’re not compatible.”
She gestured to my dick, which was pressing against the front of my pants, and grinned.
“You have needs,” she continued, stepping forward. “I have needs.”
My daughter reached out and grabbed my hand. She gently placed it on her breast, and I felt my mouth open.
“Milly, what are you...”
“Do you like these?” she asked, pressing her tits against my palm.
I had to it, they were nice. Very nice.
“I… I can’t,” I protested, and Milly looked at me strangely.
“It’s fine, Dad. You’re not cheating.”
“No, but I…”
“Look, you need this. I need this. It’s perfect.”
She stepped closer to me, and kissed me, and to my surprise… it didn’t feel wrong.
Like the feeling of her breast in my hand, it felt nice.
It felt right.
Jenna was right. Milly was right. As wrong as it was, this was going to happen.
I was going to fuck my daughter.
“Mmm, Daddy!” Milly said as she pulleld back from our kiss. “Why the fuck did Mom leave you when you kiss like this.“
“Inappropriate,” I whispered, standing up. I didn’t want to think about my ex-wife.
Not now. Not when I was about to make love to my daughter for the first time.
No, not ‘make love’. Jenna had been very clear about what this was. We were just using each other for pleasure.
It was just sex.
Her smile broadened, and she nodded.
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, and followed me to her bedroom.
I don’t know why I chose her bedroom. It was the same one she’d had since she was a child—after the divorce, Milly’s mom had moved out, and I’d kept the family home. I looked around: the decor was an odd combination of childhood and adolescence. It felt like just a week ago that her walls were covered with posters of boy bands; now, everywhere I looked there was a tattooed man staring back at me.
It seemed my daughter had a type.
Her room wasn’t big, but it had never before felt so… intimate. As soon as the door closed behind us, Milly’s hands were all over me. She pulled my shirt up over my head and unbuttoned my jeans, and within seconds I was naked.
“Daddy, you’re so fucking hot,” she told me, running her hand down my chest.
I looked down at her: her t-shirt and sweatpants clung to her, accentuating every curve, and I could clearly see her erect nipples.
Again, I had that feeling of ”we can’t possibly be doing this”—but again, Jenna’s voice appeared in my head:
This wasn’t optional. I didn’t have a choice.
I was going to fuck my daughter.
“Let’s see those, um, tits,” I said, reaching for her shirt.
Milly smiled at me, and nodded.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, and quickly stripped her top off.
I wasn’t disappointed. Milly’s tits were incredible. They were round and firm and large, and her pink, puckered nipples were the prettiest things I’d ever seen.
“They’re...amazing,” I told her, and she beamed at the compliment.
“Thanks,” she replied, before stepping towards me. “Why don’t you try them out?”
I smiled at her phrasing, and reached for her. The second my hands touched her breasts, a long moan left my mouth. God. They were soft and smooth and perfect, and her nipples felt like they were hard enough to cut diamonds.
“Ohhhh Daddy,” she whispered, grabbing the back of my head.
“They’re amazing, baby,” I told her.
“Suck on them, Daddy,” she said urgently, and who was I to say no to my little girl?
I leaned forward and put one of her nipples in my mouth, and she gasped.
“Daddy! Oh, Daddy!”
Milly’s hands were in my hair, and she was gasping and moaning, and my cock was harder than it had ever been before.
“Ohhh Daddy, your mouth feels so good,” she told me, and—without a word—I gently pushed her back until her legs hit the bed.
Milly sat down and scooted back, and then—without taking her eyes off mine—slid her sweatpants down, leaving her completely naked.
My breath caught in my throat. My daughter’s nude form was absolutely gorgeous: her legs were toned and slender, and her pussy was neatly trimmed.
“Come on, Daddy,” she told me. “You’ve got work to do.”
I had no objection to her command, and lay down between her legs, immediately burying my tongue in her pussy.
Milly gasped and grabbed my hair, and the sound was almost as satisfying as the taste.
“Fuck, Daddy!” she moaned. “Your tongue feels sooo good.”
She was soaked: her juices were dripping down her thighs, and her pussy reminded me of her mother’s, weirdly, but…sweeter. Hotter.
And definitely tighter.
“Baby, your cunt is delicious,” I told her, and Milly giggled.
“Yeah, Daddy,” she said, her voice sounding slightly dazed. “I’ve been told.”
I tried not to think about other boys being where I was now—maybe literally, here on her childhood bed. Instead, I focused my attention on eating my only daughter out, and doing what I could to bring her to orgasm.
“Ohhhh,” she groaned. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me. Will you fuck me?”
Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts were rising and falling with each ragged breath, and her brown hair was mussed. Maybe I’d been hoping that giving her head would be enough, that I could walk away after making her cum...
But looking at her, I knew that wouldn’t be enough.
My little girl needed to be fucked.
And, if I was being honest—I needed to fuck her.
“Of course, baby,” I said, and she smiled.
“Come here, Daddy,” she told me, rolling onto her stomach and presenting her tight little ass to me.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, spreading her legs and pushing her hips into the air. “Just do it, Daddy. Fuck your little girl’s wet little pussy.”
I wasn’t going to argue. My dick, already impossibly hard, was throbbing, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I was hard as a rock as I guided it to her pussy, and—after briefly rubbing the head against her slit for lubrication—I slid it in.
Milly gasped as my cock penetrated her, and even though I knew she’d had other lovers, for a moment I was worried that she’d be too tight. I tried to go slowly, but Milly surprised me when, halfway in, she started backing her hips towards me, pushing my cock deeper inside of her.
“Daddy,” she whimpered. “Oh, Daddy.”
“Are you okay, honey?” I asked, stroking her hair.
“Yesss,” she moaned. “Oh, yesss, Daddy, you’re making me feel soooo gooood.”
“Baby, your cunt is so fucking tight,” I whispered, and Milly laughed.
“It’s your fault, Daddy,” she said, looking at me over her shoulder. “You’re so fucking hung. You’re the biggest I’ve ever had. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with your big horse-cock. I want your big Daddy cock inside me. Please, Daddy. Fuck me.”
“Of course, darling,” I told her with a smile, and thrust all the way inside.
I felt my balls bounce against her ass, and I gasped.
“Ohhhh Daddy, you’re splitting me open,” Milly moaned, and began moving her hips in small circles. ”Use me, Daddy. Use me.”
She was beautiful, and her pussy felt like it had been made for me. Made by me, in a sense, for me.
“Fuck me harder,” she ordered. “Don’t hold back, Daddy—I can take it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly in response.
So I grabbed her hips, and began to pound her.
“Oh Daddy!” she cried. “Fuck! Oh, yeah! That’s it!”
“You like that, baby?” I asked, and she nodded, moaning louder and louder with each thrust.
“Oh fuck, Daddy,” she whimpered, and the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy was almost more than I could stand.
I had to slow down.
“Daddy,” she complained, and I smacked her ass.
“Behave,” I said. I hadn’t spanked my daughter in years.
“Daaaddy,” she whined, and I smacked her again.
“I said behave,” I growled, and she looked at me, eyes wide.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly, and then—a moment later—whispered “thank you, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I said, and slowly slid back into her.
We both gasped as I filled her.
“That’s it, Daddy,” she whispered, and I started thrusting. “Oh, your cock is amazing. Your cock is so fucking good.”
I didn’t say anything in response, just kept sliding my cock in and out, and Milly started pushing back against me, meeting each thrust with one of her own.
It wasn’t long before I recognized the signs of my daughter’s orgasm—not that I’d ever seen Milly cum before, of course. But I’d been with a few women before marrying Milly’s mom (and a few more since) and had seen my fair share of women in the throes of ion.
“Cum for me baby,” I groaned. “Cum for Daddy.”
“Daddy!” Milly cried, and her back arched. “Fuck, Daddeee! FUCK!”
Her pussy clamped down around me, and she collapsed onto the bed. Her legs were trembling, her arms were shaking, and the sounds coming from her mouth were pure ecstasy.
I kept fucking her through her orgasm, each and every pulse feeling amazing around my cock.
“You’re making me feel so good, baby,” I whispered, but she was too far gone to hear me. “Daddy’s gonna cum. Oh! Daddy’s...gonna...”
“Yes, Daddy!” Milly gasped, and it was all I could take. “Use me! Use your busty little girl...”
“Baby!” I groaned, and I felt myself release.
My balls tightened, and my dick throbbed, and then ropes and ropes of cum shot out of me, and deep into my daughter.
“Dadddyyy,” Milly cried, and my mind went blank.
For a moment, everything was white. My orgasm was the best I’d ever experienced.
And then, all too soon, it was over.
I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, my body trembling. I couldn’t have moved for all the gold in China.
“Jesus,” I said, and turned to face my daughter.
She was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing hard. On her face, she had a look of complete and total satisfaction.
“Holy fuck, Daddy,” she said quietly, and turned her head towards me.
“That was amazing,” I told her, and she beamed at me.
“I know, right?”
“It’s almost a pity,” I said, reaching out to lay one hand across my daughter’s stomach. “That lockdown is only going to be for two weeks.”
“Well,” Milly said with a smile, “we’ll just have to make the most of it.”
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