19 comments/ 434953 views/ 116 favorites Daddy Please By: al_Ussa It started off as a good enough day for Steve. His rebellious twenty year old daughter Jenny had gone out last night to spend some time with her friends, giving Steve the house to himself. It was the first night had had the house to himself in a long time... since his wife had passed away in fact. Ever since then, it seemed as if him and Jenny had been slowly drifting apart. First the nose ring, then the tattoos, and now she was spending entire nights out partying with her friends. Steve dully looked over at the alarm clock as it beeped incessantly, and decided he could get away with sleeping in a little today. He turned off the alarm clock and It wasn't until about noon that he actually got himself out of bed and went downstairs to eat breakfast. No sooner had he cooked himself a nice, warm bowl of oatmeal than there came a knock at the door. "Hang on a second," Steve said reluctantly as he got up to answer the door, "I'm coming." When he finally got to the door, he was shocked to see his daughter standing there. She was obviously still a little drunk from last night. She looked pretty damned hot though. A tall, slender brunette, Jenny was dressed in torn jeans, boots and a tight black leather bustier that really showed off her more than ample cleavage. In fact, if you got rid of the piercings and tattoos, Jenny was the spitting image of her mother. But that wasn't what caught Steve's eye. No, instead his eyes went straight to the gigantic boa constrictor wrapped around her neck. "Holy shit," Steve exclaimed as he jumped back, literally recoiling in terror, "What the hell is that... that... thing!?!?" "Isn't he great," Jenny said, her speech still somewhat slurred, "Can I keep him dad?" She stroked the snake's head, lovingly caressing it. Steve stepped even further back. God damned snakes! If there was anything in the world he hated, it was snakes. He couldn't quite put his finger on why he was afraid of snakes of course. He just was, and now his daughter had brought a huge freaking snake into the house. In all fairness, he probably should have expected this would happen sooner or later. His daughter Jenny had quite an exotic animal collection in her room down in the basement. It all started with the iguana, and before he knew it, she soon had a tarantula, a couple of ferrets, a few more lizards, and God only knew what else down there. She ran up quite the electricity bill with all of the heating lamps, but he never complained. Truth be told, Steve secretly enjoyed seeing his daughter run around the house in her underwear when it got really hot down in her room. He knew he probably shouldn't be thinking about his own daughter like that, but what the hell, it was never anything more than a little fantasy for him. He was lonely and she was sexy, that was it. But Steve had to draw the line somewhere, and he decided that was bringing snakes into the house. It was one of the few rules he was firm about. Mostly because the reptiles just gave him the creeps. He shuddered as he looked into the snake's cold, blank eyes... Christ, it was like the damned thing was staring into his very soul. "Jenny," he said, "We've been through this. No way. I'm not letting any snakes into this house." "He doesn't bite," Jenny pouted, "Can't we keep him?" "I've already told you no! You'll just have to take him back wherever you got him." "Daddy please," she begged. "No," Steve said sternly, "And that's final!" "Come on daddy," she cooed, "I'll suck your cock..." Steve was not expecting that one. "What," he exclaimed in surprise. "Oh come on daddy. I've seen the way you look at me ever since mom died. Admit it, you want to fuck my sexy ass." Jenny slapped her hand against her curvy ass. "Do it," she continued, "Fuck me daddy! Fuck your little girl!" "Jenny," he said, "What the hell got into you? Are you drunk?" "No," Jenny giggled, "Me, Rachel and Krissy just went out to the bar for a few beers... I'm not drunk." Despite her protests to the contrary, Jenny clearly was drunk. She was stumbling, giggling and her speech was definitely slurred. Steve knew as much when he first answered the door. He quickly pulled his daughter into the house, peeking out to make sure none of the neighbors had heard their conversation. Last thing he wanted was to have some rumor start about him nailing his daughter. "Listen young lady," Steve said as he slammed the door shut, "You go down to your room right now. We'll talk about this once you've sobered up a little." Jenny angrily stomped her way down to the basement. "I hate you," she screamed, "Fucking HATE you!" Steve waited until he heard her door slam shut to let his guard down. As much as he hated to admit it, having his hot young daughter mouthing off to him like some filthy slut sort of turned him on. Just the thought of fucking her tight little ass made his dick start to get hard. In fact, he was already sporting quite an erection. 'Damnit,' Steve thought to himself, 'While at least I've probably got time for a quick wank before Jenny gets back up.' With nothing better to do, Steve decided a quick shower was the way to go. He went upstairs and stripped naked, quickly getting into the shower. The fresh water washing over his body felt good, but it sure as hell didn't make him feel any cleaner. For crying out loud, he was fantasizing about fucking his own daughter! As he worked up a lather, Steve started it masturbate furiously to Jenny's hot little body. It wasn't long before he shot a load of jizz, letting it fall to the shower floor and sink down the drain with the rest of the flotsam. His task done, Steve turned off the shower and stepped out. He carefully wrapped himself in a clean linen towel and looked in the mirror. His own daughter... and he just masturbated to her. "What the hell am I thinking," he shook his head, "Damnit! She's my daughter! My own flesh and blood!" Steve slammed his fist down on the sink's marble countertop and then started to cry. Daddy, Please... Daddy's feet fell noiselessly on the carpeted floor as he made his way down the hall. Walking was difficult due to the hardness throbbing in his pajama bottoms. He stopped at Honey's bedroom door. "Can I really go through with this?" He wondered while at the same time the ache in his loins urged him on. Daddy quietly opened the door and there she lay with only a sheet covering her beautiful body. He crept up to 18-year-old Honey's sleeping form as his mind's eye drifted back to the sultry days of the past summer. He had spent everyday watching her romp in the family pool. He remembered how Honey had insisted on wearing her favorite string bikini that didn't leave much to the imagination. Many times a day Daddy found himself seeking a private spot to take his hardness in hand and jack off as he watched the water cascade off those perfect breasts. Now the days were growing shorter, summer was at an end and there Daddy stood, next to her bed. Daddy could see the contours of Honey's lovely body through the lone sheet covering her; he gently picked up the corner of that sheet and moved it off her. She stirred a little bit but didn't wake up. Daddy's heart pounded in his chest as his cock continued to throb in his pajamas. Daddy's body shook and he could barely breath as his eyes raked over her lovely body. Daddy's hands ached to touch those breasts which he watched all summer long, his lips tingled at the idea of sucking on them. Daddy stood there willing himself to reach out and touch her. Finally, after what seemed like forever Daddy got down on his knees next to the bed, his cock was almost painful it was so hard. A shaking hand reached out and gently caressed a young, succulent breast. Daddy's breath caught in his throat at the soft yet firmness of it. "Oh, this is heavenly!" He thought. "MMM..." Honey moaned softly. "She must think she's dreaming. I'll just have to make that dream come true." Daddy thought to himself. Daddy continued to stroke and tease Honey's breasts. Her nipples grew hard, and her breath ragged. Daddy could stand the temptation no longer. He moved closer to Honey and a tentative tongue flicked one of Honey's hard nipples. "Ohhh..." Honey uttered. "Daddy?" "What are you doing?" Honey moaned quietly. "Don't worry Honey, I'm going to make you feel real good." Daddy whispered. Daddy began to lick and suck one breast as he teased the other with his fingers. "Oh Daddy, you are making me feel good." Honey moaned. Daddy's hand left Honey's breast long enough to travel down her body to her pussy, it was warm and oh so wet. Daddy couldn't believe how turned on Honey was. It wasn't long until Daddy worked his tongue down to Honey's pussy. Daddy teased and nibbled on her. Honey's body jerked and bucked against Daddy's tormenting tongue. "MMM... Daddy!!!" Honey moaned. "Daddy, you're going to make me cum!!!" She continued. "Daddy, please make me cum!!!" Honey came and came again; wave after wave flowed over her wanting body. Daddy lapped up all of Honey's juices, meanwhile, Daddy's cock continued to throb; he couldn't stand it anymore. Daddy stood up long enough to get out of those pajama bottoms. "Baby." Daddy groaned "I want to fuck your tits." "They're so beautiful, and I have to fuck them." "Oh yes Daddy, fuck my tits." Honey whispered. Daddy straddled Honey's chest and squeezed his hardness between her beautiful breasts. He worked his tool between those tits moaning and grunting the whole time. Daddy's body bucked and jerked with each thrust between those breasts. Every now and then Honey would stick her tongue out and flick the head of Daddy's hard cock; this sent electric shocks through Daddy's horny body. Finally, Daddy could stand no more. He knew it wouldn't be long, fucking those tits just felt too good. "Oh Baby!!! This feels so good." Daddy moaned. Daddy could barely breath, his body was shaking. "Honey, Daddy's going to cum!!!" "I'm going to cum all over your tits!!!" Daddy grunted. With that and one final grunt Daddy shot his hot cum all over Honey's breasts. Some of his cum splashed onto Honey's face and she licked it off, the rest covered her chest and throat. Daddy collapsed next to Honey on the bed. "Oh Honey, that was great." Daddy panted. "Yes it was." Honey whispered. Daddy, Please... I don't know what came over me, maybe a little left over stress and frustration from work and I'm sure more than just a little embarrassment at what she had discovered and that guilty look on her face as I nearly caught her coming out of my bedroom but not saying anything to me as we passed in the hallway was just too much. I had been watching my little girl grow up for years now, almost 19 and heading to college in the fall she was no longer the little girl that used to bounce on my knee and cuddle up next to me as I watched sports on TV on cold Sunday afternoons. She was becoming a woman, a beautiful young woman I could not deny. Not sure when I began to notice but notice I did when her young firm breasts began to show enough that they bounced in her nightshirts as she jumped around the kitchen so full of energy and wanting to make her daddy's first cup of coffee every morning. Aileen had always been a daddy's girl, always full of affection for me, hugging and hanging on to me any time I was around and it was very fulfilling to have that unquestioned always present display of love and affection. This summer I found my thoughts turning slowly to more lustful day dreams of her nicely developing body... wondering if she had discovered the pleasures of her pussy, thinking of her discoveries of touching herself for the first time, feeling those most primal and basic desires released by the touch of a finger. It wasn't long before I began to notice her panties lying about the floor of the bathroom and I confess on more than one occasion I picked them up and held them to my face enjoying her delicious scent. It was an immediate uncontrollable reaction, my cock getting thick and hard, as I inhaled the aroma of her young pussy and stroking off with her panties wrapped around my cock generated some incredibly intense orgasms. I'm certain she noticed or caught me looking at her with lustful thoughts watching her breasts sway beneath the threadbare teeshirts she wore as nighties. My attempts to make out the shape of her puffy nipples or the curve of her ass cheeks when she would reach up to a taller shelf in the cabinet always hoping for those rare occasions when her panties would be slightly caught in her butt crack revealing the soft skin of her young sweet cheeks. The looks she gave me when she turned quickly and caught my gaze directed at her ass made me wonder what was going through her young mind. So, I had come home from work just a little early; traffic was light and I drove up leaving the car in the drive instead of parking in the garage as I usually did knowing I had some errands to run which is probably why she didn't have the warning of my arrival. I didn't actually see her coming out of my bedroom but there she was, a few steps from my bedroom heading towards her's. She barely even looked up and mumbled, "ummm... hello daddy". A little odd since I was usually greeted with a nice hug. Entering my bedroom I immediately noticed the bedspread a little unsettled and as I walked into my bathroom I looked down at the bedside table and noticed the bottom drawer slightly ajar; my heart jumped in my chest... knowing what can be found in that drawer. Did I not close it completely this morning when I left for work? Returning from the bathroom I sat on the edge of my bed and opened the drawer. I expected to see a folded newspaper under which I should find two DVD's and thinking back to this morning would have been a pair of Aileen's panties. Usually I would have returned them to the laundry room or bathroom where I had found them but this morning my ritual had been enjoyed a little longer than usual and I found myself late for work. The newspaper was pushed aside and one of the DVD cases was on top of her pale green panties the other case was below. Closer inspection showed the DVD was missing from the case. My collection of younger girls giving their pleasures to mature men... I know for certain I had put that away last night, I remembered it distinctly. I couldn't resist the temptation to put her panties to my face; the pastel light green material that showed the faint signs that she had been aroused when she wore them coupled with the strong feminine aroma drove me wild with lust but did not curb my anger that she had been snooping around in my room. Something she knew was absolutely forbidden... for what are now obvious reasons. I checked the DVD player connected to my flat screen TV on my dresser and sure enough there it was. With the DVD in my hand I marched down the hall, knocked on her door then immediately opened the door. She came out of her private bathroom wearing her loose fitting soccer shorts and an equally loose fitting tank top looking very surprised that I had come into her bedroom without waiting for her reply to my knock. I had to focus my thoughts and maintain eye contact or I knew I would be distracted from my purpose. "D-daddy?", she said in surprise. "Is there anything you wish to tell me Aileen? Anything I should know?" She stammered, "uh, ummmm no daddy." "Then what do you know about this little lady", holding the DVD up to her face the shock registering in her eyes that I was confronting her with this. "You know the rules about going into my room. What about the privacy we both share in this house!" "B-but d-daddy, I didn't..." That was all I could take and in one swift motion I unbuckled my belt and grabbed her forearm as I pulled my belt through the loops of my trousers sitting on the edge of her bed and pulling her awkwardly somewhat across my lap and leg. "This is gonna hurt me more than it will you", I promised. "DADDY! NO, DADDY!", she screamed but her complaints were muffled by her face half on her pillow half buried in the comforter on her bed. The belt made crisp cracking noises as it smacked against the nylon fabric of her soccer shorts... two, three... not too hard but enough so that she knew I was serious, four... then my eyes began to focus and I noticed her shorts had pulled well up into her crotch when I pulled her to my lap and I could just make out her outer pussy lips and her deliciously soft skin of her butt cheeks. She wasn't wearing any panties! My little girl was on my lap, her ass right there for my wildest dirty fantasies and I could feel my cock begin to respond. One more whack of my belt and I jumped up and sent her tumbling over onto her back on the bed before she could feel my obvious desires. Her eyes welled up with tears but not dropped. She just lay there staring straight at me with this strange look on her face. I was thrown off by the overwhelming sexual urges I had felt which shouldn't have been a surprise to me but the intensity made me lose track of my thoughts. "We have rules in this house for a reason Aileen. Do you understand?" She just stared at me and shook her head as I turned and left her room slamming her bedroom door just a little too hard than I intended. Walking quickly to my room and sitting on the bed I began to collect my thoughts. My god! My little girl was watching my porn, she was seeing what turns her daddy on and she could not have missed her own panties in my drawer either. What in the world could she be thinking... and then I act like a total ass getting on her for disrespecting the house privacy. I felt like a real hypocritical ass and I knew it was mostly out of my own embarrassment. Sitting there, trying to collect my thoughts I looked down at her pretty little panties; the ones with her sexxy scent still in them and I felt my cock begin to stir again but also felt so bad about the way I handled the whole mess. "Aileen? Aileen sweetness?", I asked quietly as I knocked on her door. "Yes, daddy?" I heard her muffled reply. "May I come in sweetness?" "Y-yes daddy... it's okay, you can come in" she obliged. Walking in I saw her in her bed; the comforter thrown off and the sheet pulled up to her waist, it was obvious she had been crying. "Sweetness, I'm sorry I spanked you, it really wasn't fair of me to do that" I apologized. "It's alright daddy, I understand why you did it... I-I shouldn't have been in your room at all, I'm sorry", she sniffled. She looked so sweet and vulnerable there sniffling and whimpering I closed the distance between the door and the bed in just a few steps and her knees jerked upwards towards her chest as I sat on the edge of her bed. I couldn't help but take in the aroma of her bedroom. Definitely a bit musky... and so familiar. Taking hold of her arms I pulled her hands from under the covers and brought them towards my lips. I was only going to give her hands a comforting kiss as I continued my apology but once her fingers got near my face I could smell the unmistakable scent of her pussy. Just like her panties but oh so more intense and she tried to keep her hands from my face... but I pulled them right to my lips and kissed her fingers. Shocked that I would find my little girl in here playing when I thought I had terribly abused her by spanking her and for no good reason at all. As soon as my lips touched her fingers my tongue lashed out and pulled them into my mouth, tasting her sex, her eyes were open wide just looking at her daddy sucking her juices from her fingers. I reluctantly let them go feeling the bulge in my trousers begin to stir. "Sweetness... I'm sorry I spanked you... but then I come in here to console you, to apologize to you and I find you playing with your pussy. Have you sweetness? Is that what you were doing when your daddy walked back in your room?" Staring wide eyed at me, no longer pulling her hands away from me, she simply nodded her head yes and a small tear dripped down her cheek. A thousand thoughts in my head running wild all over the place... my god! I've just tasted my little girls sex on her fingers... my cock now with out any doubt was getting terrifically hard. "It's okay sweetness", I said as I gently kissed her tear from her cheek. "Everybody plays from time to time... it's part of growing up, part of being a big girl... an adult." "I know", she said. "I know adults do it daddy b-but, but you're my daddy and now you know that your little girl is dirty... that I'm a naughty girl" "No no sweetness", attempting to console her all the while not able to get my mind too far away from the taste of the pussy I caught a slight glimpse of just thirty minutes ago, wanting so much to slip my tongue into her sweet little box of pleasure. "No sweetness, daddy doesn't think his girl is dirty, it is very normal what you are doing, the thoughts you are having... it is all a very normal part of growing up dear." "But daddy... my thoughts... my thoughts were of you. I truly found your private drawer by accident", and the confession began to spill from my little girl. As she tried to restrain a tear now and then, she told me, "daddy... I was talking with Erica the other day on the phone and she was giving me an address to a new hair place and well... I didn't have a pen so I went into your room and was looking for a pen. That is when I opened the drawer and I saw those panties... I saw my panties daddy." I'm sorry for that dear... just an urge I had, it's been so long since I've been close to a woman, it was an urge I couldn't resist sweetness. I won't take your panties any more, I promise." "No daddy, please... it-it's not like that, I mean, I don't mind if you take my panties, I mean, ummmm.... uh.... I liked that I found my panties in your private drawer. It was then I knew you had thoughts about me the same as I have thoughts about you since.... since... ummmm..." "Since what sweetness, what thoughts Aileen?" "But it really was an accident that I found them.... ummmm... since I saw you that night I woke up in the middle of the night. I saw you at your computer in your office, I thought you were working. I called for you daddy but you didn't hear me, you had your headphones on so I came a little closer and I saw that you were not working. You were watching movies daddy. You were watching movies of girls doing naughty things to boys... and... and I saw...." "What dear, what else did you see", having my little girl telling me she had caught me at the computer watching porn and the scent of her in the room I was equally embarrassed and aroused and I was glad my trousers were loose fitting or she would easily have seen the large bulge in my slacks. "I saw you daddy, take your dick from your shorts and saw you rubbing it up and down." "You saw me stroking my cock?", I asked incredulously. Could I have been so engrossed in the video that I didn't even hear my little girl standing in the same room with me? "Yes daddy, your c-cock", she allowed a small smirk across her face as she looked down at my crotch. "I watched you rub it up and down with your fingers while you watched those nasty girls on your computer doing all sorts of nasty things", and her one hand dropped from my grasp and slipped under the covers and from what I could see went straight to her pussy. "It made me feel very strange daddy, to watch those movies from behind you and to see you breathing so heavy and your thing... your cock, it was so hard and big... and real! Not like those c-cocks in the movies... it was very exciting to see yours for real, see you rubbing it up and down and playing with the big head, smearing your wetness all over it and when you grabbed it tight daddy, and started pulling on it hard and your legs stiffened straight out and you shot all that stuff from your cock... like pee... but it isn't pee... it made me all wet down here... it made me all wet and horny in my pussy... like it is right now daddy." I looked from her face to her breasts, her nipples obviously hard and pressing against the fabric of her tank top, my cock throbbing as my gaze dropped further down and saw the sheets moving slightly as her fingers were obviously rubbing her sweet little pussy. What she said next just floored me and took what little control of the situation I thought I had completely away. "Daddy... daddy, will you kiss my pussy like those boys in the movies do... I want to feel what those girls feel daddy. It looks like it feels sooooooooooooo good." "It does feel good sweetness but we really shouldn't be doing this", I was trying to tell her and at the same time I was slowly pulling the sheet down off her knees and watching it fall down her shins as she slowly spread her legs and let her daddy see that she was very definitely playing in her pussy with her fingers. "I know my daddy likes looking at girl's pussies... I know you like my panties and you smell mine when you rub your cock... daddy please... please kiss my pussy", she pleaded. She didn't have to beg I was already moving off the edge of the bed and pulling her calves so her butt followed me to the edge of her bed and I slowly began kissing her thighs, taking in her aroma and watching her fingers run up and down her wet slit, she was already so very obviously wet with arousal. As I kissed further down her thighs, closer to her wonderful hot little snatch her legs spread instinctively wider and just when my mouth got to the apex of her leg and pussy and I placed the first gentle kiss in that so very tender area my little girl let out a slight whimper. "... ohhhhhhhh daddy..." I began gently licking her pussy lips, not going inside her slit, just licking and kissing her outer lips and she began pulling her pussy lips open and slightly rocking towards my mouth. My little girl was so horny, I couldn't believe how badly she must have wanted this, how long she had been dreaming of someone kissing her pussy like the girls in the videos got to enjoy. "Oh daddy that feels so good... please daddy, more.... mmmmmmmmmm daddy", she whispered as I pulled back a little to get a view of my naughty girl's horny little pussy. I watched in amazement as a trickle of her juices escaped her tight little vagina and dribbled down the crack of her ass. "Daddy is gonna tongue fuck your pussy now sweetness... I'm gonna lick up all your honey", and my tongue slipped between her pussy lips and I enjoyed my first taste of my sexy little girl, my cock throbbing, ready to explode. It was everything I could do to keep from must shoving my face all the way against her vulva, burying my tongue in her delicious pussy... but I wanted this for her... I wanted this to be such an extraordinary experience for her, for both of us. "mmmmmm", was all she moaned as she began slowly rocking against my mouth... my tongue flicking at her clit then lapping between her wet lips had my cock drooling precum. Listening to her moans of pleasure, her breathing deepening as she climbed higher and higher. Her voice cracked a little, "d-daddy.... mmmmmmmmm.... daddy I'm gonna c..." and with that she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled me against her mound, her legs tightening around my head and she exploded in a huge shuddering orgasm. Her juices drenched my face as she continued to hump against my mouth until she slowly began to fall through her orgasm. Looking up past her tummy and her breasts I met her eyes half opened looking down at me. Through her breathing she just said, "... god daddy... that felt awesome", and she smiled the most delicious satisfied smile. "Please daddy... please, show me your cock." Daddy Please Don't Leave Mom had already left to do her nightshift in the factory and I was in my nightie and just about to go to bed. I thought that Dad had already gone to bed, but suddenly he appeared again fully dressed and carrying a bag. "Well, I've decided to leave home for good. I'm leaving your mom." He said and I shook my head and wondered what the heck was going on. "Wait, what the heck is happening?" I asked. "I just can't take it anymore, so I'm leaving." "Is it because I'm at home with the baby, I do keep him quiet daddy?" "No, it has nothing to do with you and the baby sweetheart." "Don't do this daddy, please don't leave, just unpack your bag, please." I said. "I have to leave honey, before your Mom gets home tomorrow morning. I've had enough, its time for me to move on and find some quiet small town where the women want to be women." "Daddy, sit down and talk to me, please. Tell me what's going on here. I'm 22 years old and the mother of your grandson, I'm not a kid anymore, you can tell me the way it is." "Well, your mom and me just don't get on anymore honey, in bed I mean." "You mean that you don't have sex, right?" "Yes, honey. It's been over two years since we did anything and she won't even touch me, she says its over so I should just get used to it, well I can't, I'm a man and I have needs." "But apart from that, I mean if that part was okay then you would stay?" "Yes." "Do you want me to help you out, daddy?" "Heck no, its her job." "But she has already told you that it's over for her, listen daddy I'm not stupid. What about a nice handjob to calm you down?" "Oh honey, that wouldn't be right, you're my daughter and I love you honey." "But you're willing to leave me and your grandson too daddy, so you can't love us that much either." "Oh I didn't mean for it to come out that way, honey." "By you leaving, you're gonna make my life and your grandson's life miserable. Mom won't be able to keep up the rent on this place and then we'll be moving to some sleazy cheaper place. You'll have to pay rent wherever you go and you won't be living in a place like this either. Everyone will suffer and everyone's standard of living will go down the tubes, just because you don't get a piece of ass every now and then. This is crazy." "I know it may sound crazy, but I feel like I've tried my best." "No, it sounds like you've given up trying and haven't looked for alternatives." "What do you mean, like an affair with another woman?" "Yeah, I guess that's an option. But I wouldn't want to see you paying some streetwalker, god knows what you could catch today daddy." "Oh I just feel so helpless and frustrated." "Surely there's no rush daddy. Let me make you a tea and we'll just talk, please daddy." I said and made two teas. Finally he sat down at the kitchen table and I straddled his knee and faced him. "I love you daddy, you know I have problems too, but I don't pack a bag and leave then let the people I love suffer for my shortcomings. "I know you've had it rough too honey." "Rough. I guess you could call it that, what with being drugged and raped and becoming pregnant because of the rape. Then torturing myself whether to have the baby or not, then going through with it and hoping that the family would accept my baby. I listened to you and took your advice daddy so please don't go, you're the only man I trust today and little Pete will need a man about the house to look up to. You're not the only one that has needs, I hope you know that I have needs too, I need a man occasionally as much as you need a woman, so just maybe we can help each other daddy." "I don't know honey, it seems so wrong." "Daddy when your cock is rock hard and throbbing, does it really matter who relieves you? I know that when my pussy is oozing and that overwhelming feeling for release is upon me, I don't care how I get it, so long as I get some relief. But I do know that it's always better if someone else does it for you. I know how you feel daddy, it's only been six months for me since I had the baby and I'm climbing the wall already." "I know what you're saying honey, for a while I would look after myself but now I just don't even have the ambition to masturbate." "Then let me help, daddy. I can make you feel good again and maybe you can relieve some of my anxiety. I'm probably a better piece of ass than mom has ever been. Look at the advantages for both of us, we don't have to leave the house or risk catching some weird disease and best of all there is genuine love between us both." "You do make some good points, honey. But I think you better feed young Pete or look after you're... err... leaking... breast milk." "I've already fed him daddy and he's down for the night... I'm just overloaded with milk right now and have to get rid of some more... maybe you can help." I said as I let my nightgown slip over my shoulders and bared my heavy left breast. "Oh my... you do look to be overflowing." "Yes... why don't you help me by sucking my nipple for a little while daddy and relieve some of that aching pressure. Your little girl really needs you daddy." "Oh I couldn't do that... honey. Heck I haven't even seen you breast feed him." "I know, you guys are so old fashioned, you want me to hide away in the bathroom or my bedroom to feed him. But my breasts hurt so much and I'm oozing milk daddy, please just taste it." I said as I pressed around my nipple then caught some drops on my fingers and put it to his mouth. "Taste it daddy, it won't hurt you." "It tastes fine, honey." "Put my nipple in your mouth and help me out daddy, please." I said as I eased up a little off his knee and brought my oozing nipple to his mouth. Reluctantly at first he took my nipple between his lips and then he seemed to open his lips a little and take in a little more. "Mmmm that's better... just a little harder daddy... oooooo yesss... oh keep doing that daddy... don't stop." My god what a position I was in, my feet were flat on the kitchen floor, my legs were wide open as I was straddled across his knee and my knees were partially bent. My hands were around his head, holding him against my breast and the feeling was so wonderful as I eased my pussy against his big fancy belt buckle. "Put your hands under my ass, daddy and hold me up." His big hands spread wide open and each one cupped a cheek then seemed to squeeze a little as he supported my position. "Mmmm that's so nice daddy... let me switch you to the other nipple." I said, as I readjusted my nightie and released my heavy right breast and this time he needed no prompting and my nipple was in his mouth already. "Oh... yesss daddy... yesss... god that is so good... don't stop... oh my god you're making my pussy so wet that I must be dripping." I cried as I pushed against his body. "I know I can feel your panties." He said as he backed away from my nipple momentarily and my breast milk was running down both sides of his mouth. "You should take my panties off, daddy, I would be more comfortable." I said but he just kept sucking on my nipple so I reached underneath me and felt for his cock and it was rock hard and straining to move in his pants. "Maybe you should take your pants off too daddy and release this hard monster." I said as I tried to stroke it but it was difficult. Suddenly he stopped sucking and looked at me with a 'I don't know' kind of look so I backed away and stood then tried to drop my panties but I had to stride over him first. I quickly wriggled out of my panties then held my nightie up and exposed my neatly trimmed pussy to him. "Stand up quickly daddy and get them off, then sit down again, hurry." I said and he heaved himself up out the chair so I quickly unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants and eased both his pants and his boxer shorts down together until they fell to the floor. "Step out of them and sit down again quickly daddy." He kicked his feet out of the pants and sat down. I looked down at his gorgeous fat erect penis with the swollen head that glistened with a few droplets leaking from the slit. So I straddled his knee again then pulled off my nightie and lowered myself until my nipple was at his mouth and his big open hands were under my bare ass cheeks. "Suck... suck my nipple... suck me daddy... oh god harder daddy... oooooh... oooooh." I cried as the tip of his hard cock brushed between my wet pussy lips and I couldn't stop myself from fingering my wet pussy and rubbing my clit. "Oh keep going... don't stop... oooooh daddy I'm cummin... I'm cummin." I cried out loudly as I held his head tightly and thrusted my nipple into his mouth. "Mmmm... guide your hard cock into me daddy... quickly... oh god... oh yesss... oh yesss." I murmured and a tear ran down my cheek as his swollen cockhead squeezed inside of my wet pussy. "Its beautiful daddy... so beautiful." I threw my arms around him then kissed him passionately on the lips as I slowly slid down onto him and felt his hard cock filling me up. "Mmmm, so good... it feels so good daddy." "It's better than good, its simply wonderful honey, thank you, thank you so much." He whispered and I brushed the tears from his eyes as he thrusted upward. I spread my legs a little wider then linked my hands behind his neck and proceeded to fuck his hard cock slowly to start and then faster until we were groping each other and kissing wildly. "Oh baby... I can't holdback... I'm gonna cum... I'm almost..." Daddy cried out softly as I felt his cock throbbing. "That's okay daddy... just keep going... fill me up... shoot your creamy warm spunk inside me... fill me with your beautiful baby seed... ooooooh yesss... yesss daddy... that feels so wonderful... oh yesss... I can feel you cummin daddy... I can feel you cummin inside me... oooooo daddy don't stop... oh fuck I'm cummin too daddy... oh god." I squeezed my pussy tight and let my head fall back onto my shoulders as the huge flashes of light shocked my brain when the pleasure wave ripped through my body. Then I slumped forward and laid my head gently on his shoulder and breathed heavily into his ear. "Oh wow, I needed that so badly daddy, thank you. But daddy, please don't leave me and little Pete." "How could I leave now honey after such a fantastic ride." "You don't have to daddy, you can have as much pussy as you want, right here. But you'll have to help out with my aching breasts every few days." "That's not a problem honey." Daddy, Please Undress Me Ch. 01 I know many of you are searching for that one story to help you through a lonely evening or an especially slow time in the office. While I hope I've done a good job to create a story, and some eroticism at the same time, would you mind taking just a few seconds to vote when you're finished reading? Voting helps me decide if I should post more chapters, or not. I appreciate comments, too, and I reply to all emails. This chapter sets the stage for the whole story series. For some, it may seem slow at first, but, to understand the following chapters, I highly suggest you read this one all the way through. My 19 year old daughter is an exhibitionist. Now, before you start to think I'm a bad parent for seeming to be proud of this, there are some things you need to know. Let me start there. Three years after my wife and I were married, she went to see a doctor to find out why she couldn't get pregnant. All her tests were fine so I was sent to have tests done, too. My test results came back with the answer. Apparently, I was what they called "Sperm Zero" or, functionally sterile being in the zero percent viable sperm category. Even though I could ejaculate normally, the sperm count was virtually non-existent. They put me on some medication, but, it only got me to the 2% range, and that wasn't near enough to conceive. We were told that without intervention, we would not have children. My wife was crushed while I felt guilty and inadequate as a man. We finally told our families. My family understood, but, I overheard her mother refer to me as being 'defective'. The hurt deepened and she and I started to grow apart. About six months later, a teenage girl living in our apartment complex became pregnant. Seeing her in the laundry room, my wife asked her if she was going to keep the baby. As a result of their conversation, we offered to fund a private adoption and take the baby after birth. We also offered an additional sum of money to get her started at the local junior college, and to our surprise she agreed to everything. She didn't want to keep the baby and didn't want to have an abortion, either. Our attorney suggested that we move out of the apartment into another apartment complex as soon as we could. Then arrange to move out of the area, preferably out of state actually, after the baby arrived as well as severe any ties we had to the girl or mutual friends. We took all the advice and once the baby was delivered we quickly moved to Sacramento, California where I took a civil service job. Crissy (short for Christina), was a beautiful child and perfect for us. We had never been happier and Crissy's presence in our life made all the hurt and past problems go away. When Crissy was turning 1, we took her to the doctor for her checkup and shots. During the checkup, we noticed that the doctor kept looking in Crissy's ears and making noises. In some cases, Crissy didn't respond to the noises. The doctor sent us to a Pediatric EENT, who, after a series of examinations, told us that Crissy had a significant hearing loss. Further tests showed that Crissy had some nerve damage and it was generally considered that this type of problem was not repairable. We were sent to a specialist, a surgeon, who told us this type of defect couldn't be fixed by surgery, either, and out best option would be to return to the EENT and follow his instructions. So, Crissy was fitted with infant hearing aids and we took some classes to help us understand what she could and couldn't hear. They suggested we start sign language and lip reading classes. I began them immediately. I also read everything I could find on deafness. I learned a lot, too. Deafness affects not only hearing, but the ability to speak. It has social and personality implications, too – many of them carrying the potential of long term emotional harm. My wife, on the other hand, was determined to help Crissy by ignoring the problem and eventually not even acknowledging that there was a problem. It became a huge barrier between us since I refused to sit back and not do everything possible to help Crissy out. Two years later, my wife divorced me and the court gave physical custody of Crissy to her. I was able to see Crissy on a regular basis, though. In fact, my wife was all too happy for me to come pick her up and keep her over the weekend. As Crissy grew up and we tried to 'mainstream' her into public schools, things got tougher. Crissy didn't pay attention and wasn't social with other kids. Her grades were poor and she was almost held back every year. They made fun of her hearing aids and called her "Robot Girl." At home, the relationship between Crissy and her mother was tense most of the time. A lot of yelling and ignoring each other. But, when Crissy came to see me, she was a different person. She was a lovable, kind, and respectful child. She was a perfect angel. We played sign language games, played lip reading games and grew closer with each visit. On the other hand, the relationship between my ex-wife and Crissy was getting worse each day. By the time Crissy was a teenager, she refused to wear her hearing aids at home so she could ignore her mother. She was rebellious and in constant trouble. Still, when she came to my house, she was always an angel. I did well in my job. Hell, that's all I had in my life except Crissy. One year I got an unusually large, rather embarrassing bonus. I immediately took Crissy to a hearing specialist in Philadelphia where she got fitted for some new hi-tech inner ear devices that worked wonders for Crissy. You should have seen her eyes light up when they put them in. She jumped up, stomped her feet, clapped her hands and ran to me and jumped into my arms. It was the happiest day in my life. The doctor and I sat back and smiled as she made little noises with the things in the doctor's office – banging them together, moving a chair, it was amazing to see her react to sound. We could now easily talk back and forth at a normal volume. Unfortunately, Crissy's voice hadn't developed well because she spent years unable to hear herself clearly, but, I could understand her just fine and we took to seeing movies, reading to each other and growing close. Soon, her speaking was much better and I could see her whole personality change. I even took her to a BSB concert where she got to experience live music for the first time. Crissy never had a circle of friends because most kids avoided her. She wasn't like them. She didn't talk like them and she didn't hear like them. All the way through high school, she never had a real date or was asked to a dance or a prom. She told me once that she didn't care about all of that, but, I didn't believe her. Her mother told me she heard her cry sometimes at night and it broke my heart. To make things worse, her mother was not offering her any sympathy and told her she needed to 'toughen up'. I was happy when she finally told me there was a boy that was showing some interest in her. It was her senior year. Her grades had picked up and she was maturing into a beautiful young lady. Her skin was perfectly clear and her hair was luxurious, thick and long. She started to dress more femininely and if you wouldn't have known she was almost deaf, you would have thought she was one of the most popular girls in school. After her high school graduation, she finally went out with Chad. He seemed like a good kid. When I met him, I asked him to be conscious and considerate of Crissy's condition. I was happy when he told me that he would. She came to see me one weekend and told me that things were starting to get serious with Chad and when I asked how serious, she told me not to worry saying "Daddy, I'm still a virgin." Although I wasn't trying to find that out, it was a relief to hear and I was happy she felt comfortable enough to tell me that. I tried to have a quick talk with her about STD's and being safe and using 'protection', but, she surprised me by saying that she knew everything about everything had been on birth control for two years already at the recommendation of her doctor. Apparently, birth control pills can help ease the pain and discomfort of severe menstrual cramping. I never knew that, but I definitely question the wisdom of giving sexually curious young girls birth control pills! The weekend before her 19th birthday, she was at my house and we were talking about Chad. "Daddy, I really like him," she said, "I really really like him." She confided in me that he was taking her someplace special for her birthday and hoped they would be able to find a place where they could be 'alone'. Crissy told me she was ready to be 'romantic' with Chad, and I could see a little sparkle in her eye. I knew she wasn't in 'real love' with Chad, but maybe this was a puppy-love kind of thing - part of growing up, and she was finally able to experience a male-female relationship. In as much as I wasn't thrilled to think about my daughter in the back seat of a car with her legs up while Chad pumped my little girl, I was happy that there was some romantic action in her life. She needed it and I had to just let things run it's course. She left to go home from my house around noon on Sunday, much earlier that she usually does. Normally, she would have dinner with me and then head back to her Mom's house around 9:00 PM. But, upon arriving home, she saw Chad's car in the driveway. What she found inside broke her into pieces and destroyed the relationship between her and her mother forever. She found them in her mother's room. She stood in the doorway, unseen, just long enough to figure out what was going on. Her mother was giving Chad a wild ride, doing the horizontal bop while young Chad was wildly pumping his dick in and out of her. She heard her mother say "She won't fuck you this good, Chad, she'll never fuck you like I do. Plus, she doesn't have any tits, she's as flat as a board and I know how much you like to titty fuck me. She won't suck you like I do, either, you know that." "Uh-huh, I know," he said, "She's a pathetic excuse for a female, but if I stop seeing her, I won't have any reason to be over here so much. I'll tell her soon, I promise I will." Crissy, arrived back at my house before 1:00 PM. Her face was red and she was sobbing harder than I had ever seen her cry. Her nose was running and she was screaming and cussing in a way I had never seen before. "Kissy, (my nickname for her) what the hell is going on?" I asked. In between sobs and screaming, she told me that she got home to find her mom and Chad in bed. "He was fucking her," she said, "and they were talking about me while they were doing it." She screamed and cussed so hard, I couldn't believe she was capable of this kind of anger. She threw her purse against the wall and kicked a chair so violently it made a hole in the wall. She was screaming at me telling me what she saw and heard. "I can't believe it, I can't fucking believe it," she yelled. Still sobbing, "She told him I would never fuck him as good as she did and that I was flat as a board and didn't have any tits and that I wouldn't suck him." I went to hold her but she pushed me away screaming "Then that asshole says he was going to break up with me soon and that I was a pathetic excuse for a female." "How fucking long have they been doing this?" She yelled. She collapsed on the couch in my living room, sobbing and crying and swinging her fists back and forth. I went to her and tried to hug her but she was in such a state of rage that I didn't dare interrupt. I stood next to the couch and waited for a minute. I was about to say something when she looked at me, ran into my arms and cried "Daddy, what am I going to do? I'm not ever going back there again and I don't ever want to see that fucking bitch for as long as I live. She's not even my real mom – she's nothing to me – nothing!" I stood there and held her next to me and let her cry for a long time. She almost drenched my shirt with her tears she cried so much. "Kissy, you can stay here," I told her, "In fact, you can live here as long as you want to. You can move into the extra room, go to college and everything will be okay, I promise it will." "That fucking bitch," she yelled, "I hate her. I hate her." She started crying hard and I could see her anger was mounting again. "I can't believe she said those things about me." "Kissy, is there anything there you need?" I asked, but there was no answer from her – she was just shaking and sobbing. "Kissy, listen to me, is there anything there you need? I'll go get it right now. You can stay here and I'll go get anything you want and we can get through this. But, it's not going to get any better by yelling and screaming. You saw what you saw. You can't change that. All we can do it get through it." Her anger subsided a little and she looked up to me. "Fucking men! I hate them all." She said. I just looked at her still not believing my darling angel could talk like this. "Oh, Daddy," she started sobbing again, "not you, I didn't mean you." "I know, Honey. Trust me, most are assholes, that's for sure." I replied. That made Crissy laugh a little, but, she was still crying as I hugged her. "My CDs and my backpack. Makeup. Some stuff under the sink in the bathroom – the girl stuff there and my computer. Everything on my desk, and my jewelry box. That's all I want. She can keep everything else. I don't want anything she ever bought for me. She's a fucking bitch and I don't ever want to owe her anything!" she cried. "Kissy, I'll go get it all for you. You stay here and don't answer the phone," I told her, "come on, why don't you go lay down for a while until I get back?" I took her by the hand and walked her back to my bedroom and sat her on the bed. She laid down and I handed her a box of tissues, then kissed her, grabbed my keys and left the house. I stopped at the grocery store by my house and they gave me some boxes I could put Crissy's things in. Leaving the grocery store, I called my ex from my cell phone. She didn't pick up, probably still in bed – fucking with Chad, so I left a message. "Hi, it's Bob. I'm on the way over. I'll be there in 10 minutes. I'll knock on the door one time and wait 1 minute for you to answer before I kick the door in." Then I hung up. As I pulled onto her street, I passed Chad's car, which was at the stop sign waiting to turn. He pretended not to see me, but, I flipped him off anyway just for good measure - the little asshole. I pulled into the drive and shut off my car. Grabbing a few of the empty boxes, I walked up to the door and knocked. I didn't have to wait more than 10 seconds before she opened the door. "What the hell's your problem?" She asked. I pushed my way through the door, almost knocking her over. "Hey," she yelled, "get out of my house!" I started to walk towards Crissy's room when she tried to yank my arm back saying "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I'm getting Crissy's things," I yelled. "Stay out of my way or you'll be sorry." I went into the bathroom first and completely cleaned out everything that was under the sink. Hot curlers. Pads. Curling iron. Makeup. Everything – it all went into the box. I started to walk into Crissy's room but she stopped me. "This is too much, Bob. What's going on?" She asked. "Tell me or I'm calling the police." "Okay," I dropped the boxes and turned to look at her, then I continued.... "Cassy came home and saw you and dickwad fucking your brains out and talking about her while you two were fucking. You didn't even know she was here, did you? Good job, really great, fucking your own daughter's boyfriend and talking about her like that." Her face went white. She gasped and slumped against the wall. Me, I just picked up the boxes and went into Crissy's room and started looking for things she would want. I got all the things Crissy asked for and put it in the boxes. As I walked past my ex each time to take a box to the car, I didn't say a word and neither did she. I took a last look around the room and picked up a few things Crissy didn't mention, and told her I would be right back to get the computer. When I returned, she was sitting on Crissy's bed with a blank stare on her face. I started to unhook the computer and move all the pieces out into the hall. As I did, I spoke to her while I worked, "Call Chad and tell his sorry ass not to try to contact either Crissy or me. She doesn't want to see you or talk to you ever again. Those were her exact words. If you ever want to talk to me, call me at work. If you ever show up unexpectedly at my house, I'll be the one calling the police." She sat there silently as I moved the rest of the things out to my car. When I was done, I simply left. I had said my peace and left her to deal with the consequences of her selfish actions. When I arrived back at the house, I unloaded my car into the garage and quietly went inside so I didn't disturb Crissy's nap. But, once inside, I found her in the kitchen, cleaning up broken glass. There were two empty wine coolers on the counter and I could see from the glass she was cleaning up that she must have broken one, too. "I thought you were taking a nap?" I asked. She looked up at me with her red face and puffy eyes and I could see that she hadn't stopped crying yet. She stood up, looked down at the glass, looked back at me and then started to tear up again. Without saying a word she came to me, put her arms around me and I held her for a few more minutes until she was calm. "Looks like you got thirsty there, Kissy." I was trying to make a joke, but, a little concerned that she might have drank two wine coolers in the short time I was gone. "It's all you had, Daddy," she said, "there wasn't anything else to drink. Besides, I think I deserved it. I'm sorry I broke one. Are you mad?" "No," I replied, "I'm not mad, and I guess maybe we can bend the rules a little today with the wine coolers. It's not like you're drinking straight whiskey or anything like that. Is there one for me in the 'fridge?" I helped her clean up the spilled wine cooler and broken glass and reached into the refrigerator to get one for myself. I handed another one to her, too, saying "Take it slow, I don't want you passing out on me." We sat at the kitchen table. "Kissy," I said, "I know you're hurting pretty bad right now. You feel betrayed by people you thought loved you, I know that. And, I know you're angry right now. But, tomorrow is a new day and this will be behind you. Forget about asshole Chad. You're not the first girl to be cheated on and you won't be the last. Forget about Mom. She's not going to bother us. It's just me and you now – we have each other." We sat and talked for a long time that afternoon drinking wine coolers. When it started to get close to dinner time I realized I didn't have much in the house to eat, so we ordered some pizza and had a feast of double thick cheese and wine coolers. We ended up in the living room sitting on the couch after we ate. "Crissy, tomorrow, I'll take some time off and we'll go out to get you some bedroom furniture, and some clothes. We'll just shop till we drop and get you everything you need. We'll have to go to the grocery store, too, but, we can eat while we're shopping, so we'll do the grocery last." She started to get tired and laid her head down in my lap. Between the shock she had and the crying and the wine coolers, I knew she wasn't going to last too much longer. I was stroking her hair and her back when she asked "Daddy, why didn't you ever get remarried?" It was a fair question. "Well," I answered, "I dated a few times and had a few possibles along the way, but, once they found out I couldn't have kids, the all broke it off. I'm, you know, what's the word...... oh, yeah, I'm defective." Daddy, Please Undress Me Ch. 01 Crissy laughed and she rolled back to look at me. When she did, the hand that was stroking her back fell squarely on her breast. I moved it away immediately and I don't think she thought anything of it since it was an accident, but, I felt a little guilty. I had just felt my daughter's breast. "That makes two of us, Daddy, we're both defective." She said. After a minute, she started to sniff and cry softly. "I can't believe she said that about my boobs," Crissy sobbed, "just because she has big ones doesn't mean she has to make fun of mine." "Kissy," I said, having resumed my comforting stroking of her back, "You're a petite girl. You have a small frame. You're what, maybe five foot tall and a hundred pounds? What size do you wear?" "32-AA, sometimes I don't even wear a bra. I don't have anything to put in one" she answered. "No," I laughed, "Not that size, what's your dress size?" "1, I guess." "Crissy, that's awful small, isn't it? I mean, that's like the size models wear and none of them are big-chested. It's just your build. Plus, you're going to find that plenty of men are more attracted to a small bust than a big one." "Really, Daddy?" she asked. "Trust me, Kissy," I answered, "Later on, you'll be thankful for what you have. When the rest of the ladies your age get older, and their boobs are hanging down around their waist, you'll be the one with the perky set, bouncing around, poking out and turning heads." She started to laugh again so I kept on trying to tell her the advantages of petite boobs. "You can wear more flattering and sensual fashions, go bra-less just about anytime you want, and, they will be very sensitive to touch. You might not think that's important now, but, I promise you, one day it will be." "Daddy, are you one of those guys that's attracted to small ones?" Now it was my turn to say FUCK! I said it to myself, though. How was I going to answer her? The truth was, yes, I am one of those guys that prefers small chested women. But, was that too personal of a question for a small breasted daughter to ask her dad? "Kissy, as long as this doesn't go any further than us, I'll answer you. Okay?" "Uh-huh." She answered. "Honestly.......... the answer is yes. I've always found small breasts to be much more attractive and sensual. Plus, you don't have to search all over for them!" I said. She took my hand and held it in hers to her chest, just below her breasts. I was very aware of how close my hand was to her boobs, but, I made no effort move it. "I don't know if you're lying or telling the truth, Daddy," she said, "But, thank you." I sat there for a minute realizing I must have said the right thing. When I looked down at her, I could see that her eyes were closed. Soon, her breathing slowed and her grip on my hand released. She was finally resting. She had such a horrible day and it was nice to see her get some relief from it. I let her lay like that for 20 or 30 minutes while I watched her sleep. My angel. I knew I had to get her to bed. With all the wine coolers she drank and all the crying, I wanted her to get a good night's sleep and be rested for a full day tomorrow. I tried to wiggle my hand away from where it was captured against her chest. As I did, she stretched her arms out and then tucked them under her head like a pillow. I waited another 10 minutes and then decided to carry her to the bed. I was trying to decide how to pick her up without waking her. Realizing I couldn't do it, I decided to wake her and then get her into the bedroom to lie down. I placed my hand on her side and lightly shook her while I called her name. There was no response. I put my hand on her again to shake her, but, stopped when I felt the side of her bra under my hand. Just then, 10 million thoughts ran through my head in that one instant. My hand was mere inches from her breast. Actually, if I just laid my fingers out, I would be touching the side of her bra cup. Before I could stop myself, I touched her. My hand moved to her breast and I cupped it in my hand. I felt my cock jump under her and increased the pressure slightly to see if I could feel her breast inside the bra. It felt like there was nothing there but material. She didn't stir, so I continued to feel her, now cupping and squeezing gently to find her flesh. Still nothing. My cock was getting hard and I felt her weight on it now. I considered putting my hand under shirt, but, convinced myself that was way too far out of bounds. Withdrawing my hand, I shook her shoulder and spoke a little louder saying "Kissy, come on let's get you in bed." When she didn't move, I did it again, only louder, and when she still didn't move, I shook her harder and spoke louder. She finally opened her eyes and I said "Kissy, come on, you're exhausted. You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep on the couch." She started to move, half asleep, so I helped her back to the bedroom. I pulled the sheets down and sat her on the bed and realized we had a problem. I went to my dresser and got her one of my undershirts. "Crissy, here....," handing her the undershirt, "you can sleep in this. Take your clothes off and I'll wash them up for you, along with the ones you had here this weekend, so you'll have some clothes to wear tomorrow." She nodded, barely able to stay awake. I started to leave the room, but, I turned around to tell her I would be back in a few minutes to get the clothes. Before I could finish talking, she had already pulled her t-shirt over her head and was sitting in her bra. I left the room and pulled the door almost closed behind me. I stood outside the door for a second, and knew I should leave, but, something held me there. Standing out side the door, I looked through to see her standing in her bra, pushing her jeans down her legs. Standing now in just her bra and panties, I took in the sight of my nearly naked daughter. She was breathtaking. Her smooth and flawless body, almost naked, was a wet dream waiting to happen. She turned a little toward the door and the whole vision went into slow motion as she reached behind for the clasp to her bra. As she undid it, her tiny breasts came into view. Unconsciously, I rubbed my crotch to soothe my aching rod, now straining against my pants. Her breasts were about the size of golf balls. The nipples took up at least half their size, or, I should say the nipples were half her breasts. They vibrated when she moved. Perfectly symmetrical and topped with pink nipples. I envisioned what they would feel like if I sucked them. I'm sure her whole breast would fit into my mouth. Then her hands went to her panties and she skimmed them down, leaving her completely naked just 10 feet from me. Her pubic hair was light brown and it was thick and overgrown. Even though I couldn't see anything more than a mass of hair, I knew I was looking at her pussy. It had been years since I saw my daughter naked and I felt both proud and excited to witness her like this. It was a sight to behold. Her slinky body just oozed beauty. I reached again for my cock, now intending to masturbate while I watched, but, she reached for the undershirt and put it on, shielding herself from my view. The undershirt came down to mid-thigh, longer than some of the skirts I have seen girls wear these days, so I just figured it was time to back off. I felt it was best to give her a few more minutes before I went in there so I headed back to the kitchen to get her some aspirin – maybe if she took some she might feel better in the morning. On my way, I saw her overnight bag she brought with her for the weekend and went to pick it up. Setting it on the kitchen table, I unzipped it and dumped everything out. There was a pair of shoes, some shorts, a pair of jeans, 2 bras and 2 panties. I reached for the bras first. Curiously, I noticed they surely were 32-AA, but they were seriously padded. Holding one up and looking at the curve and depth of the cup, it was almost all padding, with maybe enough capacity to hold a micro sized tit. I picked up her panties and immediately felt a crusty crotch. Looking inside, there was a white spot in the gusset of her panty. Shamelessly, I held the panties to my nose to smell her scent. If angels in heaven wore panties, they would smell like this, I though. It was a very light, but definite feminine smell. Remembering how she told me she was a virgin, I guess that was expected. But then, I know some things about the female body and I know the vagina constantly flushes itself, so I threw the virgin theory out and reached for the other pair of panties. This pair had a much stronger aroma and a much thicker residue. When I held it to my nose, there was no mistaking the fact that these were panties that had been next to a healthy young woman whose vagina that had been wet and excited. I wondered when she had worn them. I wanted to pull my cock out and jerk myself right there in the middle of the kitchen, but, decided against it in favor of going to get her other clothes and starting her jeans and shirts inside the washer. As I walked back into the bedroom, she was in the bed, covered by the sheet. Her eyes were closed and it looked like she was resting comfortably. I quietly picked up the clothes on the floor and turned to check her again. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, I whispered "Kissy, I love you." I turned off the light, left the room and closed the door over, leaving it open about 4 or 5 inches. Making my way into the kitchen, I put the new pile of clothes with the old ones and fished out the bra she had been wearing. I could still feel the warmth of her body in the cups of the bra. It was the same size, 32-AA but, this bra had even thicker cups. That's why I couldn't feel her tiny breasts when I touched her, I thought. I found her panties and these, too, had a good aroma in the crotch. But, knowing I had to get some wash started, I took her jeans and shirts down the hall, past the bedroom and into the laundry room to start the washer. I left her bras and panties on the kitchen table with the understanding I would come back to them and use them to get me off. Sick? Maybe – but, my cock was making these decisions now and I wasn't arguing. In chapter 2, things happen to set them off on a journey to places they both want to go. Daddy, Please Undress Me Ch. 02 Thanks for all the comments and emails on Chapter 1. I've tried to be more careful with the editing and proof reading for this chapter. I loaded up the washer, added the soap and had just turned it on and shut the lid when I heard her yell my name. "Daddy! Daddy!" I ran into the bedroom, but she wasn't in the bed. The bathroom light was on and I figured she must have fallen or hurt herself. But, when I walked in, she was doubled over, looking like she was about to up-chuck into the toilet. Too many wine coolers, I thought. Having been in that same position many times before, I recognized the familiar spitting into the toilet and beads of sweat. Seeing that her hair was about to get into the toilet bowl, I knelt beside her and gathered her hair up into a pony tail and held it there as she started to get sick. Personally, I hate vomit. But, when it's your own child and you know they are hurting, you set it all aside and do what you have to do. When she stopped for a minute, I reached for some tissue and wiped her mouth while she drooled and spit into the toilet. She sat back and looked at me and started to say something, but I stopped her. "It's okay, Baby, Daddy's here." I said. "Stay right there for a minute." I said. I knew I had a pony tail holder in one of the drawers in the bathroom – a hold over from a lady friend who spent the night with me once. I turned on the tap to let the water run, threw a wash cloth in the sink and opened the drawer to find the pony tail holder. Sure enough, it was right there and I grabbed it. Turning the tap off at the sink, I hit my knees and gathered all her hair up and fixed it into a pony tail for her. She sat there with her eyes closed, holding onto the toilet and it looked like she was ready to get sick again. "Is everything spinning?" I asked. She nodded. "Okay," I said, "Just stay where you are. Have you ever drunk this much before?" She shook her head to say 'NO'. "Well, this is one of the fringe benefits of alcohol," I told her, "when you drink too much, you get to visit the porcelain throne. It's the gift that keeps on giving, Crissy." That at least made her smile a little. As she sat there, I could see the outline of her tiny breasts against the undershirt. The nipples pointed prominently out and poked into the material. It hit me that she couldn't have any panties on and I looked down to her legs. The way the shirt fell covered her up, but not by much. If the shirt rose up by 3 or 4 inches, I would be able to see her pussy. Suddenly, she bent forward and started to get sick again. I held her shoulders, moving slightly to the side to help hold her up. Her arms were shaking and she was lurching forward into the mouth of the toilet, so I helped hold her up. In between heaves, as she bent over the toilet, I caught a peek at her breasts down the front of her shirt. The neck line fell away and I had a completely unobstructed view of her little puffies. They looked so young and fresh. They really were tiny little things, but, dainty and pointy. My cock was getting hard again, but, I sat there with her while she got sick, stealing peeks at her little titties when ever I could. I'm sure she didn't think about the way she was exposed, but I did, and even though I felt bad about the fact that she had to go through this, I was getting the chance to see real live tits – something I hadn't seen in a long time. Plus, there was going to be an added bonus – she had gotten sick on her shirt, meaning she would need to change it. Hopefully, she would let me change it leaving her completely naked right in front of me. That's what I call a good bonus. Soon, she started to get the dry heaves and I let her go for an instant to reach up and get the washcloth out of the sink. I squeezed it out and held her until she was done. As she sat back, I wiped her face with the cool washcloth. I wiped around her mouth and her neck, cooling her down as best as I could. Her knees had shifted apart some and I could now see a hint of her brown pubic hair peeking out from under her short shirt. Just another inch and I would be looking at her mound. My cock was going to explode, soon, I was sure of it. She sat still for a few minutes without getting sick and I asked her if she was better. She nodded 'yes' and I asked "Will you be okay for a second? You're going to have to change your shirt – that one's a little yucky now. I just want to go get another, okay?" She nodded again and I left her for a few moments. In my drawer, I took out a normal white undershirt with short sleeves, and, a sleeveless ribbed undershirt. The ribbed shirt is stretchy and shorter, but also thinner and lighter and has no sleeves. Coming back into the bathroom, I held up both shirts and asked her "Kissy, this is the kind of shirt you have on now and this one is sleeveless and will be cooler, but, it's a little bit shorter, too. Do you feel warm now?" I reached down to feel her forehead and she was very clammy and her skin was moist. "Hmm," I said, "I took some aspirin out for you earlier and then got distracted putting your shirts and jeans into the washer, let me go get them." I laid the shirts on the counter and went into the kitchen to get the aspirin I left there and a very small glass of water. Returning to the bathroom I handed her the aspirin and told her to take them now so the next morning would be a bit more bearable. "Don't drink too much of this water, Kissy," I said, "or, you might get sick again. Just enough to get the aspirin down." While she took the aspirin, I threw two more washcloths into the sick and turned on the cold water. Turning to her I asked "Feeling okay, Baby? Better now?" She was still sitting on the floor next to the toilet, but, her color was coming back and she opened her eyes. "The gift that keeps on giving? That sucks." she said. I laughed and she smiled. I ratted through the drawer in the bathroom and found a new toothbrush still in the wrapper and opened it. I put some toothpaste on the brush, got it wet and held it out to her. "Trust me," I said, "you'll hate yourself in the morning if you don't brush your teeth after getting sick like that." She pulled herself out of her sitting position, and as she lifted, her legs spread and I had a completely open view of her pussy. For an instant, I could see her lips barely separate and the pinkness of her virgin pussy. Even though she had a full bush of hair, I was easily able to see the pink. I didn't stare and I didn't act like I saw it, either. I'm not sure if she knew she had exposed her pussy to me, or not. I turned the water on for her and she started to brush her teeth. I pretended to be wringing out the washcloths next to her, but, looking in the mirror above the sink, I could see the outline of her breasts jiggling against the shirt she was wearing. As she moved the toothbrush, the little points seemed to move a tiny bit this way and that. Having seen them under her shirt and seeing the nipples on top of each of the little peaks, it was erotic as hell to watch. When she was done brushing her teeth, I picked up both shirts and said "Come on, let's get you changed and back to bed. Which shirt?" Looking at the shirts, she pointed to the sleeveless ribbed shirt. Inside my cock was jumping with joy but outside, I tried to handle this with poise and confidence. "Okay, arms up….. I need to put that one in the washer." She looked at me and lifted her eyebrows. "Come on, I've seen breasts before. Besides, I'm your Daddy. I used to change and bathe you, remember? I've seen it all already, you know." To my surprise, she raised her arms and as I reached for the hem of the t-shirt, my heart started to pound inside my chest, just like it did the first time I ever felt a girl's boob. I quickly pulled the shirt over her head. As the shirt covered her face, I looked down at her pussy and her breasts, seeing them now very clearly. The areolas were very pink, just the same color as her nipples, and compared to the size of the breast itself, they looked huge. Once I pulled the shirt over her head, she lowered her arms, and I reached for the sleeveless shirt. I fumbled with the shirt as she stood naked next to me. She didn't try to cover herself or move at all. I finally found the hem of the shirt, gathered it up, held it open and up for her. I couldn't stop my eyes as they drifted to her cute little breasts and beyond down to her pussy. Forgetting myself, I took a good long look. When I looked back up, I met her stare. "I'm sorry," I said, "Arms up." Crissy held her arms up and I lifted the shirt over her head and slid the shirt down her arms and over her. The shirt was tight on her and hugged her breasts. I could see the outline of her nipples just as if there was no shirt hiding them. The shirt only came down just past her waist, about to the top of her pubic patch. I reached over to the sink and took one of the washcloths and wiped her face down, all the time looking at her in the mirror. She never moved and never made an effort to cover her pussy. When I had wiped her face down, I looked her in the eyes and apologized saying "Crissy, I'm sorry I was staring. I couldn't help it. I can make all the excuses in the world but that won't change the fact that I was peeking at you and I feel bad about it now. Can you forgive me?" "Daddy," she said, "I love you. I'm not mad…. Besides, you're my Daddy. I'm going to be living here now, so, let's just deal with it." Then she hugged me. Standing there with my half naked daughter in my arms, I restrained myself from grabbing her tender butt or reaching for her petite breasts, but, the thought flew through my mind, anyway. Shaking myself into reality, I said, "Let's get you to bed now." I turned to walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, but, she lingered in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. "Can you get my brush out of my purse for me?" She asked. "Sure," I answered from the bedroom, intentionally not going back in to look at her nakedness any more. Finding her purse, I pulled the hairbrush out of it and took it to her. Arriving back in the bathroom, she was bending over the sink, splashing water onto her face. Her bottom was stuck out and I knew that if I just moved behind her a little, I would be able to see her girlish pussy lips between her legs. I stood in the doorway and watched her, drinking in her beauty. When she finished rinsing her face, she turned to find a towel, never once trying to turn away from me or hide her pussy. She dried her face, hung up the towel and held out her hand. After a few seconds, I realized she was asking for the hairbrush and I handed it to her. Turning toward the mirror and brushing her hair, I watched her….. no, I stared at her. She must have caught me staring because she said "Flat as a board, right?" "Kissy, you are a beautiful girl," I said, "I'm not just saying that because you're my daughter, either. I mean it, you are an absolute stone cold fox." She finished brushing her hair and turned directly toward me, tits poking out and her pussy on full display. I looked down at her pussy again, but, she covered it with her hands. "Stop it," she said, "You're embarrassing me." She walked past me and over to the bed. She sat down and swung her legs up, then pulled the sheets up over her hips. "Are you going to be okay this time?" I asked. "Yes, I feel better now." She replied. "Daddy, where are you going to sleep tonight?" she asked. "I'll just crash on the couch, Baby," I answered, "I want to do your wash so you have some stuff to wear tomorrow. I'm going to be up for a while." "No," she said, "You can't do that. When you're ready, you can sleep in your own bed. I don't snore." "Oh, I don't know if that's such a good idea," I said, "I'm a grown man and….." "Daddy, quit being so paranoid. I just want to know you are close to me tonight, that's all." I looked at her face and there's no way I could deny her. "Okay, but it will be late. I want to get all the wash done first and that's at least two loads washed and dried." I said. She held her arms up to me like she used to do as a child when she was ready for her bedtime kiss. I leaned down to kiss her and she kissed me on the lips. The kiss lingered a little longer than a fatherly kiss and I started to feel subconscious about it and pulled away. "You've always been a good kisser, Daddy," she said, "Even mom used to say that." I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and playfully mussed her hair up like I used to do when she was a kid and then turned to leave. As I reached for the light switch she said "Thank you, Daddy. For everything. For getting my things and letting me stay here. I've always wanted this." As I turned out the light, I answered "Me too, Kissy, me, too." I pulled the bedroom door most of the way closed behind me and immediately reached into my jeans to adjust my throbbing cock. "Fuck! I could have come in my pants at least 20 times in there." I thought. I went to the 'fridge to get another wine cooler. Passing the kitchen table, I saw her bra and panties lying there waiting for their turn in the washer. I delayed the wine cooler and stopped at the table. After seeing her naked twice, seeing her petite puffy breasts down her shirt and then actually changing her shirt for her, my cock was ready for relief. I sat at the table and held her bras in my hand. I put them to my nose and smelled them. One of them smelled like her hair, maybe it was the soap or something else, but it smelled fascinating. I rubbed the inside of the bra cup on my face, knowing her breasts had been there. My cock was yearning for release, so, setting the bras aside, I unzipped and pulled my jeans and underwear down in one motion. Stepping out of the jeans and underwear, I reached for one of her panties and held it to my nose. I compared them all and found the one with the strongest scent. Sitting down, I leaned back in the chair and held the crotch of the panties against my nose. I began to stroke my cock, first slowly, then unable to wait, I began to stroke with more determination. I started to get close to cumming once and backed off so I could enjoy her panties a bit longer. I laid one of her bras out on the table, kind of like it would look if she would be wearing it, with the cups up. Below that, I laid out one of the pairs of panties with the crotch facing up, as if she was wearing those, too. Then I imaged her standing in front of me in them – her petite breasts safely held inside the bra and her virgin pussy protected by the panties. I closed my eyes and began to stroke myself again. Reaching back up to the table, I took another pair of her panties and wrapped them around my cock, growing even harder with the feel of the silky material sliding up and down my shaft. Finally, I picked up the best smelling pair and held them up to my nose and resumed masturbating. Opening up my eyes every now and then, I imaged her standing in front of me allowing me to look at her while I masturbated. The smell of her panties and the fantasy I was playing in my head worked it's magic and I was starting to feel myself getting close. I kept jacking, thinking about her sexy, virgin body, fully grown and ready for sex. I could almost see her in my mind as she slipped those panties down her legs, opening them up just for me, and begging me to take her maidenhead. I was jacking myself furiously now and when I knew I was about to shoot, I stood up, opened up the panties that were lying on the table so the crotch was showing and emptied my cock into the crotch of her panties. My cock seemed to cum and cum and cum. It was one of the strongest orgasms I ever had and I literally came buckets, shooting my hot sperm all over the table and soaking her panties. I sat down and contemplated what to do next. I wiped the white globs of my cum up with her panties and bras and pushed them to one side of the table. I heard the washer turn off, signaling the end of the first load. Reaching for my pants, I fished my underwear out of them and slipped them and the jeans on, grabbed her lingerie and headed to the laundry room to put the wet clothes into the dryer and start a load with her sperm soaked lingerie. Once the shirts and jeans were in the dryer and her lingerie was in the washer, I peeked into the bedroom to check on Crissy. She seemed to be sleeping soundly and I lingered there for a bit just to reassure myself that she was. Turning away to walk back into the kitchen, I started to feel remorseful for my actions tonight. Taking liberties with my daughter is something I had never done before, and although I knew I hadn't really done anything, I still felt bad that I was crossing lines which I hadn't crossed before. True, she wasn't my blood relative, but, I still couldn't get past my scheming to see her naked and to use her panties for the cheap jack-off thrill. I decided to wash the table down – sort of clean up the evidence of my lust, but once that was done, I still had some time to kill while the wet clothes dried and the washer did it's thing. I found myself thinking about my virgin daughter lying almost naked in my bed. I shrugged it off and waited for the wash to get done. When everything was finished, I folded all her clothes and left them neatly stacked on the kitchen table. It was late now and I knew I had to get some sleep. As I entered my bedroom, light from the hallway dimly illuminated the room. Looking over at Crissy, I could see that she was facing me, lying on her side, one leg pulled up and the sheet covering her was at her waist. If the sheet was just a little bit lower, I would have been able to get another peek between her legs. I started to move into the bathroom to brush my teeth, but I couldn't turn away and kept looking at the sheet covering her. She was asleep. Would she wake up if I moved the sheet lower? I made a decision to chance it and find out. All I needed to do was move that sheet just a few inches - and I saw a way to do it. I lifted the edge of the sheet as it fell over her bottom and pulled it very gently over her hips leaving the rest of the sheet in place. This left me an unobstructed view of the backside of her pussy between her legs. There wasn't enough light to see anything except a dark mass and I didn't want to turn the light on or move the sheet again. I tried every angle to get a better look, but, it wasn't going to work. Finally, I gave up and decided it was best if I didn't push my luck. After using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I was about to leave the bathroom, but, then remembered I had put a small pen light in the drawer a few months ago in case the power ever went out while I was in the bathroom. I opened the drawer and there it was. I turned it on and it worked! Now I had a light I could shine between Crissy's legs. Wanting to play it safe, I planned my next moves and then left the bathroom to see what I could see with the pen light. I went to the opposite side of the bed and took off my shirt, jeans and underwear. I carefully slipped onto the bed, thinking how kinky it was to be sleeping in the same bed, both of us naked from the waist down. I lay still for a few minutes and then sat up carefully and leaned down close to her bottom. I turned the light on and pointed it between her legs. Under the light, I could see perfectly. A closer inspection showed that I could see the outline of her labia where the two lips met together, seeing just a hint of pink between her lips. I knew touching her was going too far and out of the question, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to. I laid back and dropped the pen light by the side of the bed and tried to relax. My cock was hard again, despite the vigorous jacking I gave it earlier. I just couldn't believe the events that led me here to be lying next to her. Daddy, Please Undress Me Ch. 02 The next morning, the alarm clock went off at 6:00 AM right on schedule. I didn't shut it off the night before because I wanted to get up before her and try to get into the office for a few minutes to take care of a few things so I could take a few days off to get her settled. When the alarm sounded, I really didn't notice or think about my morning hard-on as I bounded out of the bed and raced over to the desk to shut the alarm off. Turning around, I saw her squinting her eyes, having been woken up by the obnoxious sound. "I thought you weren't going to work today, Daddy?" "I'm just going to go in for a few minutes and then make a quick stop at the store," I said, "you can stay in bed until I get back. I won't be gone long at all." I saw her look down at my crotch. In the instant it took me to remember I wasn't dressed, I was faced with the decision on what to do. My hard-on was starting to droop, but it was still sticking out. I decided to play it cool, act like it was no biggie – after all, that's the way she acted last night. I reached for my watch on the desk, allowing her to look at me for another moment only, then turned toward her again and said "I'm going to jump in the shower first." By the time I stepped into the shower, my cock was starting to get hard again. FUCK! My daughter saw my cock! And it was almost hard! She didn't look away and I didn't cover myself. What must she be thinking now? Lathering up in the shower, I started to stroke my cock. I shut my eyes and stroked myself to a strong orgasm shooting my cum into the shower wall. The events of the last 24 hours were, well, way beyond anything I could imagine and well beyond anything I could ever hope for. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried off. I wrapped a towel around me and stepped out into the bedroom. She was still awake and sat up when I came out. "I thought you were gong to go back to sleep?" I asked. "I made some coffee for you." She said, pointing to the desk where there were two steaming mugs of coffee sitting, then added "I think I needed some, too." I picked up one of the mugs and took a sip. "Damn, you're hired!" I told her. Walking over to my chest of drawers, I opened one of the drawers and pulled out some underwear and socks. A sudden feeling of anxiety filled me as I considered dressing while she watched or going back into the bathroom to dress. Waking over to the closet to look for a pull over shit and clean jeans, I threw the underwear and socks on the bed and said "Crissy, this is a little uncomfortable for me so I'm just going to say it……." She interrupted me saying "Do you want me to go out while you get dressed, Daddy?" "Kissy, uh, actually, if we're going to be living together now, I think we both have to accept the fact that we might run into each other in our undies or undressed. Since we've already seen each other, uh, at this point, I don't see any reason to make a big deal out of it. I don't mind if you don't." She smiled. "Yeah," she said, "we're kind of even now, huh? You saw me and I saw you, so, no big deal from now on, right?" "Okay," I said, "I think we're both old enough to handle it." With that, I pulled off the towel, threw it on the bed, held my arms out and let her look at me saying "See?" I didn't wait for her answer as I turned back to the closet to get the jeans and shirt. I fumbled through the hanging clothes trying to burn a little time so she could look at me. "You've got a cute butt, Daddy." She said. Imitating her from last night, I said "Stop it. You're embarrassing me." "No, Daddy, I'm not kidding," she said, "I consider myself an expert on boy's butts, and like…. you're a 10." "Well, I'm flattered," I said, pulling the jeans and shirt out of the closet, "it's been a long time since a cute chick has complimented my butt!" I picked up the underwear and socks and carried them back over to her side of the bed and laid all my clothes down next to her. I sat down facing her in the desk chair and reached for the socks. "Where are you going to shop?" she asked. Acting as if nothing was unusual, I sat in the chair completely naked as I told her I was going to stop at the grocery to get us some things for breakfast. When I pulled my leg up to put the first sock on I saw her glance at my cock, which was starting to grow again. I pretended to be concentrating on getting my socks on while we talked, and by the time the second sock was on, my cock was almost at full strength and I knew she had been looking at it the whole time. Still acting unconcerned, I stood up in front of her and reached for my underwear. My cock was rock hard as I bent to pull the jockey shorts up my legs. Her eyes were glued to my cock as I pulled the jockeys up over my hips. She was blushing when she looked up at me. "Hey, sorry." I said, kidding her "but, it's pretty normal in the morning for most guys." She looked away, knowing full well I was commenting on my erection saying "Stop it, you're embarrassing me, Daddy." We both chuckled as I finished dressing. Even though I had done my best to be nonchalant about my nakedness in front of her, my cock was straining in my pants. Finally, when I was dressed, I picked up my keys and leaned down to kiss her. "It's kind of fun having you here," I said, "……..by the way, how are you feeling?" She told me she as feeling a lot better than she was last night. I told her to go back to sleep and that I would be home in a while. I was just going to run by the office for a few minutes, then over to the grocery store and I would be right home. I left the house feeling confident and good. I had seen her and she had seen me. No one freaked out and I was pretty turned on knowing she saw my hard cock. Maybe I would get to see more of her soon, but, I wasn't going to push that. I envisioned her lying on her back, pulling her virgin pussy lips apart so I could look inside her. That would be awesome. In Chapter 3, Daddy and Daughter confront their desires and urges. Daddy, Please Undress Me Ch. 03 Continued from chapter 2. I know it's been a long time since the first two chapters and I apologize for that. In order to understand what brought Crissy and I to this point, you should really read chapters 1 & 2 of this series. I got into the office at 7:15 AM and took care of things in less than 10 minutes. I was able to escape and be back in my car before anyone even knew I was there. I stopped by the grocery store and picked up what we needed for breakfast and was back at the house by 8:15. I tried to be quiet so Crissy wouldn't wake up. I peeked into the bedroom to see that Crissy was still nestled in the bed, curled up in a ball under the covers. It was kind of sweet seeing her like that and I recalled all the times I had seen her sleep the same way – granted she hadn't been in my bed, but it brought a deep sigh to me seeing her so lying there so serene. Making my way into the kitchen, I whipped up some bacon and eggs and set them in the oven to keep warm while I went to wake Crissy up. Arriving in the bedroom, I sat on the bed and watched her sleep. Looking down on the floor, I saw the shirt she was wearing when I left. Realizing she must now be naked under the covers, I smiled to myself knowing I might have another chance to see her tender body again. My cock began to grow at the thought of her nakedness rubbing against my sheets. I shook her arm saying, "Crissy... Crissy... time for breakfast." When she didn't wake up, my hand unconsciously moved to the sheet covering her and I pulled it down to her waist. I don't even know what I was thinking as I did it, but, once the sheet was down, I found myself taking in the beauty of her tiny breasts, watching them slightly rise and fall as she took each breath. I'm not sure how long I stared at her dainty breasts, but, when I finally pulled my stare away from her pristine nipples, I glanced up to her face to find her looking at me, smiling. FUCK! Busted again. "I'm sorry, Kissy," I said, "I, uh, don't know what to say... I was trying to wake you up for breakfast..." "Daddy, it's okay. Really, I don't mind at all. They're small, huh?" She rolled over on her back and let me look at her. Her breasts flattened out and lying as she was, there was almost nothing to them, just a small mound where her nipples sat upon. She reached up to cup them, squeezing her flesh between her fingers and causing the nipples to rise up. I could have easily pulled my cock out and masturbated myself right then and there, squirting my cum all over her, but, after all, she was my daughter – even though she was naked and letting me look at her. "Honey," I said, "they are beautiful and, oh, so perfect. If I could, I would love to look at them all day." I can't believe I said that and blushed profusely. Snapping myself back to reality, I added, "Come on now, it's time to eat. We have a lot of things to do today and a lot of shopping to get done. We have to get you a bed and some furniture and some clothes. Come on... the day is wasting away." I got up to walk out of the room as she sat up. Her tiny breasts, now showing their form, caught my eye again. She raised her hands to cover them and said, "Stop it. You're embarrassing me." I got a little chuckle out of hearing her say that, knowing damn well that both of us had used the same line already several times in the last 24 hours. I look one last look at her breasts, smiled and then walked back into the kitchen. She appeared in the kitchen doorway a few minutes later in a pair of panties and the t-shirt which had been lying on the floor. As she stood across the kitchen from me, I could see a crease in her panties, as if she had run her finger between her pussy lips and then left the material of her panties bunched up between her labia just for my benefit. The material was stretched across her mound in the most alluring fashion, puffing out to show off her sex, and I took in the sight much longer than I should have. "Oh, that's a cute outfit," I said jokingly. She walked to me, put her arms around me and hugged me asking, "Daddy, when did you learn how to cook? I smell bacon." "Kissy, you would be surprised," I said, "I'm actually a pretty good cook, or, at least I think I am. I guess you'll find out, huh?" She sat down and I dished up the eggs, bacon, toast and juice and sat the plates down on the table. This was the exact same table I had squirted my cum all over when I sniffed her panties and jacked off last night. Her arms were even touching the part of the table where my sperm was smeared. I started to panic for an instant, wondering if I had cleaned the table well enough, or if she could see traces of my sperm in front of her. We ate our breakfast and chatted about her Mom, Chad, and all the things we had to do today. "Daddy," she said, "can we talk about the furniture thing?" "Sure," I answered, "do you have something in mind that you want?" "Well, sort of...," she said, "do you have an open mind this morning?" I nodded as I sipped my juice and ate my breakfast. "So," she said, "I was thinking we could save the expense and the trouble of shopping and I could just sleep in your bed." I almost gagged on my eggs as she said it. "Kissy, do you have any idea what you're saying?" I asked. "Sure," she replied, "we slept together last night, didn't we?" "Come on, Kissy," I answered, "you know you were pretty drunk when I put you in my bed and if you wouldn't have pushed me to sleep there, I would have crashed on the couch, or something." "Daddy," she said, "it's no big deal, really. And besides, it was really nice to be close to you and, well, it just felt... you know... it just felt good." "Kissy, you need your own room, with your own bed and with your own stuff. A girl needs her private space..." "Daddy, I don't want a private space," she said. "Look," I said, "let's talk about it later and I'll think about it." She smiled and looked at me like she knew she had won the argument. In my mind, I started to think about her being in my bed daily and what that would mean. My cock had already voted, raising itself to be counted and throbbing 'YES'. We finished our breakfast and as I started to clear the dishes from the table, she stood to gather up some things and together, we had everything picked up fairly quickly. "Come on," she said, "let's finish our coffee on the couch." Grabbing my hand, she pulled me into the living room and we sat down on the couch. She sat down a foot or two away, then she turned toward me, cocking one leg up, leaving me a fantastic view of her panty covered crotch completely open. Her mound, which I could clearly make out, was plainly visible underneath the thin panties. The way she sat left no question in my mind that she was allowing my stare and even if she wasn't inviting me to look, I couldn't have looked away. Just the sight of her sitting there with her legs so vividly open was pushing me to a point where I was going to forget she was my daughter. Instead, she was a cute young woman treating me to a glimpse of heaven. "Daddy," she began, "please don't make me sleep by myself. I promise I won't be any trouble..." I heard her speak, but, my mind was still locked into the sight of her crotch. It's hard to describe, but, the faint outline of her lips pushing against the material were almost more than I could deal with. Just knowing her tender pussy was within arms reach created a vacuum in my brain and no other thoughts were registering. "Daddy?" she said, closing her legs. As I looked up at her she asked, "Did you even hear what I said?" "No, Kissy," I answered, "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I didn't even bother to apologize for staring this time "Come on, Daddy," she said, "there's no reason why we can't sleep in the same bed and you know it... I felt so warm and cared for last night next to you. Plus, I really have no one now – except you, and I think I'm all you have, too. There's no reason to make a big deal of this." I tried to explain to her that I was her Dad and just having her with me was going to be awesome enough as it was, but as I spoke, she opened her legs up again and my eyes were immediately drawn down to her crotch and I resumed my zombie-like stare, completely forgetting what I was saying. I happened to look up at her to see her just sitting there with her legs lewdly open, looking back at me. "Oh, shit," I said, "I'm sorry. Damn! I didn't mean to..." "Oh, Daddy, you're such a bullshitter. Why are you trying to make excuses for looking at me? I don't mind, in fact, I kinda like it – it's the first time someone I really cared for has paid any attention to me as woman. It makes me feel desirable, it's flattering and I take it as a compliment." I began to reflect back on the whole Chad situation, and I could understand her point of view. She had been rejected by her mother and by her so-called boyfriend. I started to speak, but, she interrupted me saying "I'm not a little girl anymore, you know? We're not really blood relatives and neither of us are with anyone..." So, there it was. The innuendo was lying there as thick as dense fog. I understood what she was alluding to, and surprisingly enough, I was beginning to be okay with it. In fact, I was more than okay with it – I wanted it. I was lusting after her. I wanted her. My mind started to race through all the possibilities and it led to one destination... I would end up fucking her and most likely, enjoying the hell out of it. Sensing my state, Crissy got up, swung herself over and sat in my lap like she used to do when she was a kid, snuggling into my chest and wiggling her butt down in my lap. Only now, she wasn't a kid and the wiggle of her bottom pressing down on my cock was more like foreplay. I knew damn well she could feel it through her thin panties, but, I did nothing to stop her. She put her arms around my neck, laid her head down my shoulder and I heard her sigh. As she laid there, I put my arms around her and held her, rubbing her back up and down as if I was consoling her. After a minute or two, she said "I need someone to love me and care about me as a woman, Daddy, I've never had that. You need the same thing, too, don't you?" "Yes," I answered, "that would be nice." "We can have each other," she said, "I've never, you know, gone all the way, 'er, had sex with a man, and you could be my first..." She reached for my hand and brought it to her chest between her breasts, and holding it there, raised her head and looked me straight in the eye and said "can we just try it? Sleeping together?" Sometimes fate takes a hold of you and makes you do things that you don't expect. I didn't expect or plan to move my hand to feel her breast at that instant, but I did. Before I knew it, her head was back on my shoulder and I was feeling her up, her hand guiding mine gently from one breast to the other. I gently tweaked a nipple and I heard her breathe deeply and press my hand into her breast harder. "Ooooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned, "does that mean 'yes'?", she asked. "Sure, Kissy, that means yes," I said, "we can sleep together." I didn't have to answer her implied question about having sex with her. Right now, I was so consumed with the feelings between us that it didn't even matter and I'm sure we both knew where this was heading. "So, tell me," I asked, "what kind of experience do you have? I mean sexually speaking – what have you done?" There was a long silence between us and my hands were moving from breast to breast, feeling her and cupping the tiny orbs and touching her nipples. While I waited for her answer, I moved my hand to the bottom of her shirt and reached under it to find her breast again. As I touched her bare flesh, I felt her shudder and press herself against my hand. "Tell me the truth, Kissy, will you do that," I asked, "will you tell me everything?" "Uh huh," she said, "I will." "Okay, so let's start out like this," I said, "I want you to tell me the truth now, okay? How many guys have touched your breasts?" "Three, Daddy," she said, "No, make that four now with you, and uh, one girl." "Who were they?" "The first one was Doctor Ross. He's never touched them like this though... " Ross was the family doctor, actually Jim Ross was his name. Our insurance makes us have a primary care physician and we've always had Dr. Ross. He's an older guy – good doctor, too. I bet he loved seeing and touching Crissy's breasts. A twinge of jealously momentarily streaked through me, but, I forgot about it as she continued speaking. "Then, the next one was my friend, Beth. Do you remember her, Daddy?" She asked. "Uh-huh," I said, "you're still friends with her, right?" "Yeah," she answered, "she's my best friend, Daddy. We do almost everything together." "So, when and how did all this happen?" I asked. "It started about a year ago, it was the weekend after her 18th birthday, and we were going to spend all weekend together. She was staying over with me and we were getting ready for bed. She kept complaining that her boobs were sore from her period and I finally asked her if she needed them massaged, or something. I was just kidding, but, when she said yes and took off her top and came over to me, I didn't know what to do other than start massaging them for her. Then, she wanted to massage mine – what there is of them. By the end of the night, we were touching each other all over and kissing and, you know, other things." I was a little shocked, but, Crissy didn't seem to be embarrassed to talk about it, and I was really curious, so I asked her "Like what, tell me what you did with her. It's okay, just tell me everything." "You have to promise you won't say anything, Daddy." She asked, "she's my best friend and I don't want her to feel weird around you, okay?" "I'll never say a word or do anything to make you or her uncomfortable, Honey," I answered, "you have my word on that." "Well, she's been like my girlfriend, I guess. We hug and kiss, you know, and touch each other, you know, down there." She said. "You mean her vagina? You've touched her vagina?" I asked. "Uh-huh," she answered, "we've looked, touched and kissed each other there, too." "She's touched you here?" I asked, reaching down and placing my hand on the front of her panties. As I did, she moved her legs apart and I slipped my hand down between her legs and placed my fingers right in the middle of the gusset of her panties. Very gently, I pressed my fingers in, found her slit and started to slowly rub her up and down on top of her panties. She threw her head back onto my shoulder and gasped as I rubbed her sex. I could feel the warmth and moistness under her panties. As she spread her legs even wider, I looked down to watch my fingers as they found a deeper path into her slit and I started to rub with more pressure. "Daddy, I've been waiting for you to touch me there for so long..." she moaned. She buried her head in my neck and started to nuzzle me. I could feel the warmth of her breath down my neck and I started to get goose bumps. Pressing in between her pussy lips, I asked my question again, saying "Has she touched you here? Did she lick and kiss your little vagina?" "Yes." She moaned. "Did she put her fingers inside you?" I asked. "Uh-huh, as far as she could," she answered, "I told you I was a virgin, Daddy." "You mean you still have your cherry?" I asked. "Uh-huh," she said, "but, not for long, I hope." Turning her head, she kissed me. There was some urgency in her mouth as she covered mine and slipped her tongue between my lips and eventually sucking my tongue into her mouth. "Daddy," she said, "I want you to be my first. I'm ready and I've been ready for a long time. I want you to take my cherry, Daddy. I've dreamed about it being slow and wonderful. You can have it anytime you want it, it's yours." "Oh, Kissy," I said, "I will, Honey, I will." Once I said that, she stood up, reached for my hand, pulled me up and led me back to my bedroom. She pulled her shirt off, leaving her panties in place and pulled me down on the bed with her. As I lay next to her, I began to feel and kiss her tiny breasts. As I did, I asked her to finish telling me about Beth. She told me that she and Beth were lovers and how they would give each other oral sex and how they would masturbate each other. Since Crissy was a virgin, Beth never tried to put anything inside Crissy's pussy, but they had done everything else two girls can do together. She was lying on her back with her legs spread. I was still feeling, licking and kissing all over her chest, moving on and off her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples - never leaving her untouched. I never looked up at her, but as I reached down with one hand to stroke her panty covered pussy, I asked her to tell me who else had touched her breasts. "Then," she said, "Next was two guys at a party over the spring break at Beth's house – both on the same night. Everyone else was gone except these two along with Beth and I. They started asking us if we wanted to play strip poker, the kissing game, truth or dare – you know, stuff like that. Finally Beth told them we would get naked if they did first. I almost died when she said it. But, the next thing I knew, the boys were getting undressed and when they were naked, Beth looked at me and shrugged her shoulders." She went on to tell me that Beth started to strip, so she did, too. They boy's cocks got hard and Beth asked them to play with themselves. Pretty soon, all four of them were sitting on the floor watching each other masturbate. As she told me this story, I was sucking her puffy nipples and fingering her pussy through her panties. I could feel the slippery wetness of her vaginal secretions on the outside of her panties and I knew she was literally soaking through her panties. I could smell the aroma of her virgin pussy, too. The sweet musky smell was driving me crazy. "Did you see the boys cum?" I asked. She spread her legs more and hunched herself down on my fingers. She was starting to breathe heavy and I could see the start of a red blush coming upon her chest. "Oh, that feels so good, Daddy," she said, "Ooooohhhhhhh." "Finish telling me about what you did with those boys, Honey," I said, "you just relax and tell me everything. I'll keep touching you. If you feel like you want to cum, just go ahead and let it go... Daddy's here." I knew she was building toward an orgasm. It was pretty obvious with the sexual blush taking over her chest and the way she was moving her hips under my touch, I knew it was just a matter of time. I kept stroking her pussy through her panties with one hand while I kissed and sucked her little titties. "Hmm, well," she continued, "we were all lying on the floor in kind of a circle, watching each other. One of the boys said that he was going to cum so all of us watched him. It was so cool to see the sperm shoot out of him. It was like a fountain and spewed all over his chest. Then Beth said she was going to cum and we all watched her. She pulled her knees way up to her chest and spread her legs wide so we could see. When she came, she squirted a little bit..." "Oh, Daddy!" She moaned, "Oh, oh, oh..." Her story has exciting both of us. I could tell by the way she was saying things and the way she was breathing that she was starting to go over the edge. I had finally found her clitoris beneath her panties and I was starting to concentrate on it, rubbing it up and down. The gusset of her panties had long since given way to my probing fingers and there was now a very wet panty groove shoved in between her lips. As my fingers traveled up and down that groove, I carried her wetness up to her clit where I concentrated for a minute and then moved back down to the opening of her vagina. Daddy, Please Undress Me Ch. 03 Finally, her legs went stiff and she put her hand down on top of mine. I thought she was going to stop my touch, but, she just held her hand there, barely touching mine. She threw her head from side to side and let out a deep gasp. She was cuming – my baby girl was cuming under my touch. I hadn't even touched her pussy directly, all I had done was rub her on top of her panties. I knew I would have to make these panties mine now. After writhing in the ecstasy of her climax, she finally stopped my hand and tried to catch her breath, saying "Daddy, please stop for a minute – it's starting to tickle." I pulled my hand away and brought my fingers to my nose to smell her wetness. Unable to avoid it, I slipped my fingers into my mouth to taste her. The juice felt thick and heavy, but it was also fresh and sweet, too. 'So this is what a virgin tastes like', I thought. As she caught her breath, she looked over to me saying "That's the strongest one I've ever had - I feel like I'm drenched down there now. That was great, Daddy. Thank you." And, the crotch of her panties were drenched - she was sopping wet. I let her rest for a minute while I gently played with her nipples and rubbed her chest. I moved my hand to completely grasp one of her breasts and I squeezed. "Oooohhhh" she moaned and turned to kiss me deeply again. I broke off the kiss, telling her I wanted her to finish telling me about what happened with Beth, the boys and her. "Daddy, do you want to, uh, get more comfortable? Can I see your cock again?" she asked. Without offering an answer, I kissed her cheek and stood up from the bed and took my shirt off. When I started to remove my pants, she lifted her hips from the bed and started to reach for the waistband of her panties to pull them off. "No," I told her, "Not yet. Leave them on a while longer. You just look so cute like that and I want to touch you a little more with your panties on, okay?" She gave me that little girl smile, and a cute nod, then she watched as I dropped my jeans and my underwear. My hard cock was pointing to the ceiling, like some kind of missile waiting for lift off. I flexed my muscles there and made it move up and down. "It likes you" I said. I moved onto the bed on my knees and scooted up next to her. She reached out and placed her little hand around my cock. I felt her grasp me tightly and then start to move her hand up and down. "Is this the first hard cock you've touched?" I asked. She nodded that it was. I let her feel me for a while and then lay down next to her. Her hand stayed on my cock. "Daddy," she asked, "are you going to let me make you cum, too?" "Not yet, Kissy," I said, "I want you to finish telling me all about your sex life, then you can make me cum. I want you to tell me everything you've done, what turns you on and what you fantasize about." Still touching my cock, she asked "Okay, where was I?" "You were saying Beth had just cum, I think." I replied. "Don't leave anything out, Honey. Daddy needs to hear it all." "Okay, Daddy," she said, "I'm going to tell you everything, I promise." She began her story again, saying that the other boy came shortly after Beth and describing in detail how he sat up when he came and how his cum shot up in the air and landed all over his hands and cock. Apparently, Beth went over to him and played with his cum, tracing the globs with her fingers and swirling it into little pools all over the young man. She said she was feeling self-conscious because she was the only one that hadn't cum. Beth told the boys that she was a virgin – not only that, but, a 'real virgin' with a cherry. "Daddy," she said, "both of the boys asked if they could look at my pussy, you know, real close. Beth told them it was alright and they moved between my legs and bent down. Beth told me to open myself up so they could see. I was so embarrassed, Daddy, but, I did it. They all leaned in, including Beth, to within a foot of my pussy. One of the boys said he could see my cherry. I looked at Beth, who looked at me and nodded her head. The first boy's dick was hard again and he started to stroke it while he looked at my pussy." As she was telling her story, she pulled her knees up to her chest and placed both hands in between her legs and started to touch herself on top of her panties, finding the same groove I had made earlier. "I pulled my legs up like this," she said, "and started to touch myself while they watched. I got so turned on letting them watch me touch myself, Daddy. I was really really wet, too. Beth told me to make myself cum. The boys were talking about how wet I was and that my pussy looked so small and tight. I kept touching my clit and letting my finger go in between my lips. They were all looking at me and when I saw the other boy's cock has hard again, too... that's when I came. I held my legs wide open for them to see me, and I pulled my lips apart so they could see inside, too" She told me they all watched in wonder as she came, exposing her virgin sex to their view. I asked her what she liked most about doing all of that with the boys and I just knew she was going to say watching them masturbate, but, her answer surprised me. "More than anything?" she said, "I think it was when they looked at me. That's what made me cum, Daddy, when I knew they were looking at my pussy and seeing me all exposed like that. I couldn't control myself - I wanted them to look, I think." "And they touched your breasts, too? I asked. "Uh-huh," she told me, "I was laying there, resting and trying to catch my breath, when the rest of them started to get dressed, even Beth. They were all completely dressed before I knew it and when I got up to get my clothes on, one of the boys asked if they could feel my little boobies. Since I was still naked, I just stood there and let them. They took turns feeling me up for about 5 minutes each. I was still the only one naked and they were all looking at me. It really started to turn me on again." "The boys had to get home right away," she said, "so after they each had their chance to feel my boobs, they took off. After they left, Beth came over to me and started to touch my pussy, telling me how hot she had gotten when she was masturbating in front of them." "Beth told me she really enjoyed being naked," she said, "and then asked me if I saw the way the boys were staring at my pussy." Crissy told Beth that she enjoyed that part of it most of all, teasing them and letting them look at her. Beth even said that they should go out sometime with skirts on and no panties underneath and see if they can find someone to flash. "So," I asked, "have you done that – flashed anyone." "Uh-huh, I guess so." She said meekly. "Hmm, so, you're a flasher, huh? Did you have panties on when you did it?" I asked. "You promise you won't get mad if I tell the truth, Daddy?" she asked. "No, Kissy," I said, "I'm not going to get mad. Tell me what you've done." "I guess we've done a lot of flashing, Daddy." She confessed. "We go to the mall just about every Saturday. Sometimes we go to a fast food place – anywhere there might be a cute guy." "Do you wear panties when you do this?" I asked. "Sometimes we do," she said, "if one of us has our period, then we do for sure." "But, sometimes you don't wear panties?" I asked. "Uh-huh." She answered, nodding her head yes. "And, do you let people see your pussies?" I asked. "Uh-huh." She answered, nodding her head again. "Have you let someone see you guys completely naked doing this?" I then asked. Again, she nodded and told me that they did. For example, sometimes, they would go into a store and pretend to shop for clothes. Crissy would go into the dressing room and completely undress. Then Beth would find clothes for her to try on and bring them to the dressing room. Beth would open the door wide while Crissy was naked inside the small dressing room. They had to learn how to plan their timing so Beth would open the door at the right time for some guy walking by, or, waiting for someone else could see. Other times, they would go into a shoe store and pretend to shop for shoes and let the salesman look up their skirts. There was one shoe store that had a cute guy working there almost every Saturday. They would go in together and he would always help them. They never bought anything, but the guy was always eager to help. 'No shit' I thought. Then she told me how they always started or ended their Saturday mall trips at one of the local fast food places. They would find a seat across from a cute guy or a group of guys and casually open their legs, letting them look. They would sit and talk for 30 or 40 minutes letting them look and drool. But, what they really liked was going to the 'Wet Days' store. They only sold swimming stuff there – swim suits, wet suits, diving gear – anything to do with swimming. The dressing rooms were all against one wall. They were small and lined with mirrors. The doors opened out into the store, so with some practice, they learned how to expose each other like pros. They both even masturbated a few times while someone watched them. There was one sales guy who was there late on Saturday, sometimes by himself when it was close to closing time. More than once, they went in there, got naked and let him peek in the door while they played with their pussies for him. They were never caught doing any of this. I'm sure no guy in his right mind would complain about two cute girls showing off like this. "Crissy," I said, "do you know how dangerous that kind of thing is? If you would have been caught by security or done it in front of the wrong person, you could have been arrested or stalked, maybe even attacked!" "Daddy, we're always very very careful." She said, "and we've never had a problem." With a very stern and serious face, I told her she shouldn't do it any more, then after a short pause, I smiled and added "Not without me there, anyways." "Oh, Daddy, that would be great!" She said. "Can Beth come, too?" "Maybe," I answered, "let's see how this works a few times and see how it goes first." I could sense the excitement in her voice as she told me how it made her feel when she was seen naked by someone, and how sexy she felt doing it and how horny she was after exposing herself. She was almost giddy. She told me she and Beth always ended their fun time in each others arms, making each other cum and fantasizing about what they had done and what they were going to do the next time. When she finished I made her promise not to go out with Beth anymore until I was comfortable with it. Finally, under some pressure, I agreed to take her out on Saturday so she could show me what she does and how she does it. While she was telling me all of this, my cock strained. I would touch her pussy through her panties and she would touch or stroke my cock. I even stroked myself a few times, too. There was some pre-cum starting to leak from my cock and she was very interested in it. I told her that it was really my own lubrication, much like hers, getting me ready to have sex, or at least ejaculate. Rubbing her finger on the top of my cock to pick up some of the pre-cum, and then moving it to her lips, she said "It tastes kind of sweet." "It's not sperm, Kissy," I said, "Sperm tastes different." "How do you know what sperm tastes like, Daddy?" she asked. Before I could answer, she smiled and said "I'm just kidding, you don't have to answer that." I felt relieved that she let me off the hook not knowing how I would explain myself. The truth being that her Mother used to suck me off and then kiss me, something I initially disliked, but finally grew to enjoy before our divorce. "Well, maybe we can save that conversation for another time, Honey." I said, "I can't believe I'm even saying this, but, there's certain things your Mom and I used to do that would explain how I know that." Again, her warm lips pressed to mine and we kissed and hugged for a long time. When we broke the kiss, I asked her who else had seen her breasts, pussy or completely naked. "I've let some of the guys at school have a peek or two," she said, "but I always made it seem like it was an accident and I never let on that I knew." "Anyone else?" I asked. "Beth's Dad, I guess." She replied. "Beth's Dad?" I asked in a surprised voice. "Well," she said, "Beth has a swimming pool so whenever I go over there, we always leave the door to her room open a little while we change in and out of our swimming suits. We both like teasing him and we can always tell when he's there watching us. He's harmless, Daddy, and he's never seen us do anything except change our clothes, so, don't worry about that." "Okay, but, when Beth comes over here, do I get to see her naked?" I asked. "Oh, she'll like that, I'm sure." She said. "So, anything else you need to tell me about your sex life or things you've done?" I asked. She answered "No, but, do you think I'm a total nasty slut now, Daddy?" "Of course not, Kissy. But, from now on, I don't want you to do any of that without me. I promise I'll give you all the attention you need and I'll make it interesting, exciting and maybe, if you're good... I'll even surprise you with something especially outlandish from time to time. Agreed?" "Oh, yes!" She screamed. As she stroked my cock, I thought about what it was going to be like living with my exhibitionist daughter. How far would she go? How far would I go? ...continued in Chapter 4 Daddy, Please Undress Me Ch. 04 Author's Note: I know it's been a terribly long time since I posted the first three chapters of this story. I didn't realize until recently that I had most of chapter four already completed. Thanks to a gentle nudge, I've been able to finish chapter four. I know this sounds obvious, but, unless you've read chapter one through three recently, you won't understand how father and daughter got thrown together like this. Chapter four picks up directly at the end of chapter three with Daddy and Crissy (Kissy) sitting on Daddy's bed. ++++++++++++++++ By now, my cock had been hard for a long, long time and it was leaking a fair amount of precum from the tip. Sitting there and listening to my half naked daughter tell me all the juicy details of what she had done with her friend Beth, and how she's been exposing herself, left me hard as steel and aching for relief. But that's not what was affecting me the most. I sat there for a long time staring at her perfect little breast buds. They were close enough for me to reach out and touch, or suck, if I wanted to. I know she saw me staring at them – there was no way she could have missed that. And who could blame me? Hell, she was intentionally flaunting them; turning this way and that, teasing me with the little beauties and watching me become more and more on edge. I wanted desperately to slip my mouth around them and lick the pink puffy caps and I think she could read it clearly in my eyes. For some reason, what she said next both shocked me, and, excited me to the core of my being. I wasn't ready for it, but I knew I yearned for it. "Daddy, I'm not sure how to ask this, but, would you be willing to do something for me?" she inquired. "Sure, Honey, what is it?" I answered. "Will you, I mean.... uh...... do you want to watch me..... you know... masturbate?" She asked. The question hit me like a freight train. "Hell yes!" My mind screamed. Did she possibly think I wouldn't? It what universe does a healthy, normal man not want to watch a beautiful young woman touch herself? Then, as if she had to convince me, she raised her hands in an exaggerated fashion to her little cones and modestly covered them. When she saw me staring, she gave me a sly smile and moved her fingers to her hard nipples and began to pinch and tug them away from her chest. Then, as I watched her, she began speaking again, saying: "Uh, I saw you last night in the kitchen when you thought I was asleep. I saw what you were doing with my bra and panties; smelling them and rubbing my bra on your face like you were trying to nuzzle my nipples. I was hiding behind the doorway watching when you wrapped my panties around your cock and then played with yourself. I saw everything. I watched you cum all over my panties, Daddy, these exact ones I'm wearing right now. I found them folded up on the table this morning after you washed them last night. I thought you might want to see what they looked like on me, so, I put them on this morning..... just for you." I sat there dumbfounded. I didn't say anything. I was trying to think of what I could possibly say to explain it to her, but before I could say something, she asked "Daddy, my bra and panties turned you on last night, didn't they?" "Yes," I said, "I'm sorry I did that, Kissy, and I'm sorry you saw it. I didn't plan for that to happen, I thought you were asleep. But, honestly, Honey, after seeing you naked last night I was so turned on, I just couldn't help myself. It's been so long for me, Honey..... I had to do something. It was wrong, I know." "Do you hear me complaining?" She inquired. "I didn't think it was wrong. I didn't mind at all that you were using my undies to get some pleasure. In fact, I was overjoyed. That was my bra you were fingering and rubbing on your face – the one that held THESE breasts, the ones you're looking at right now. And, with all the crap I've had to put up with about my tiny chest, I'm thrilled someone is finally interested in them! I'm even more thrilled that it's you, Daddy." "The same goes for my panties." She continued. "Those were MY panties that turned you on. I felt proud when you wrapped them around your cock and stroked yourself. Daddy, I know you were thinking about me – you can't deny that, and it was my panties and my bra that got you so excited. When you came, you were thinking about me, weren't you? I know you were. Seeing all that really made me feel good, you know.... as a woman, I mean. Do you know how exciting that was for me – to know someone was fantasizing about me? Someone wanted me!" "Crissy, I, uh, I don't know what to say." I said. "I'm glad you're not mad at me, Honey, But, I was invading your personal space without your knowledge or permission." "Daddy, listen to me for a minute, okay?" She asked. "You HAVE my permission. You've always had my permission. You didn't invade my personal space, either. I was so turned on watching you, Daddy, and I want you to feel the same excitement I felt. I saw you do it, and now, I want you to watch me." "I, uh....." I mumbled as she looked at me with determination. After a second, her expression changed and she looked at me with her big eyes. "Will you take my panties off me now?" She pleaded as she ran her fingers under the waistband of her panties. "I want you to see me, Daddy. I want you to undress me so I'm naked like I was last night. I watched you, now you have to watch me. Pleeeeeease?" She made a good case. She was right about everything - I was thinking about her last night when I was playing with her bra and panties. And I had schemed to see her naked for the sole purpose of my own enjoyment. She obviously knew how much she turned me on. She knew how much I wanted to see, touch and suck her petite AA-cups and how much I longed to have her naked in front of me. Giving in to what I knew was inevitable, I sat up and moved slowly between her legs. Seeing me move, she laid all the way back, smiled, pulled her knees up to her chest and spread her legs. Looking down, I could see into the furrow of her crotch and saw how wet she was. Without thinking or stopping, I bent my face down to her panties and looked at her closely as if trying to see through the wet material clinging to her mound. Burying my nose in the soft, wet gusset of her panties, I inhaled her scent deeply. It was strong and tempting and I knew she was going to taste excellent. I buried my face in her wet underpants, licking them up and down, sucking her juices from the material and feeling for her bare sex underneath with my tongue. I was like a wild animal and I lost track of time and space as I enjoyed her. Her scent was overpowering and full, and her taste delighted me with every lick. As I lapped up her wetness, more and more seemed to seep out of her and spread all over my face. My hands roamed everywhere. I was entirely on fire for her. The sheer experience of having my pretty daughter's body at my fingertips kicked me into overdrive. I have never had a virgin, or been able to do what I was doing with such a young woman. Sure, I had some girls when I was her age, but, not like this. None of them begged me to undress them. None of them asked me to watch them masturbate. We were all inexperienced back then and sex was usually just a quick feel or maybe a blow job if I was lucky. But this.... this was real passion, real animal passion... the kind that drives you to say and do things you wouldn't normally do. While I was licking and kissing her pantied pussy, she was holding my head and guiding me. "Oh, Daddy," she said, "you DO like my panties, don't you!" I just groaned as I continued my tongue attack on her. I looked up, not even pulling my face out of her crotch, and she was looking down at me smiling. "Do you want to be my panty boss from now on, Daddy?" She asked between my groans and gasps. "You can be in charge of my panties, if you want to. Would you like that?" She asked. "Oh yeah!" I answered, lifting my head up out of her crotch long enough to answer. "You can decide which ones I'll wear, dress me and undress me.... whatever you want. You can play with them and you don't have to ask – they are yours, anytime and anyplace." She added, taunting me. She knew exactly what to say to get me going. My cock was throbbing, but I ignored its urgency because I was eager to get my first close up view of her virgin pussy spread open. I knew she was hot and wet, and I had deliberately refrained from touching her beneath the panty, but, it was getting hard to hold off now. My cock was screaming for attention but my face didn't want to leave her pussy. I would have been totally satisfied to just lie there and lick her all day had it not been for the fact that she had asked me to remove her panties. Making a decision, I stopped, rose up and took in the sight of her lying there. The tender nips of her dainty breasts, now having almost disappeared as she reclined, were hard little pebbles against her clear skin. Her face had the look of a woman who was about to be satisfied – that look that said "I know what you want..... and I know it's me". Then scanning down to the juncture of her legs, I saw she was running her finger tip up and down the crease in her saturated panties, nodding her head up and down. "Go ahead, Daddy," she said, "take my panties off me." With that, I put my hands on the waistband of her panties and started to pull them off. She closed her knees a little, pointed her feet toward the ceiling and lifted her butt just a smidgen to help me. "Oh, gawd!" She gasped. "I'm dripping! Can you see?" As they came off, I watched as the crotch lifted away from her, revealing her engorged vagina, all slippery and wet. As I pulled the panties from her legs, I sniffed them one last time and tossed the panties up on my desk where I could retrieve them later. Finally, her delicate treasure laid spread out before me. I had to sit there for a minute and admire her. She glistened she was so wet, reflecting the light in the room from the moisture that had been trapped under her panties. Separating the light hairs, I placed my hands on each side of her labia and began to slowly spread her apart. As I did, the unmistakable sounds of wet vaginal lips being separated filled my ears. Her virgin pinkness came into view, little by little, as I continued. Soon, I held her lips completely open so I could see every thing in perfect detail while she lay there allowing herself to be inspected. My first thought was how small she was – she looked so tiny there. I was fascinated looking at her. Crissy's vagina was a study in loveliness. She was sopping wet, due to her natural lubrication and the licking she received, but the way her outer lips parted slightly to reveal the small inner lips was magnificent. Plus, there was a surprise waiting for me between her labia, no – actually two surprises waiting for me. The first was her clit. It was poking out at me, stretching up as I held her lips apart, waiting for me to suck it. Plus, it was big – practically the size of the fingernail on my little finger. Honestly, it looked like a miniature penis head straining to erect itself. Most clits I've seen in pictures on the internet, and certainly all I have actually seen in person, were not anywhere close to this size. They were all dainty little nubs tucked away under the hood. Sure, they all did what they were supposed to do, but, Crissy's could easily be considered 'huge'. However, the most amazing thing about her pussy was not her clit, at least in my opinion. There, right in front of me was proof positive that she was a virgin. Her hymen, still intact, was right there – I didn't even have to try to see it, it was right in front of me. Until this day, I hadn't ever seen a real, certified, cherry virgin pussy. The translucent pink membrane, stretched across her opening, had a small hole in it, right in the center and perfectly round. The hole might have been a half inch wide and through it laid the pinkness of her unused and untouched pussy. Holding her open, I had to marvel at the wonder of her sex. How many men had this opportunity, I though, to really look at a real virgin pussy. Sure, I knew that most girls lose their hymen through sports or physical activities, but, this was pure innocence and untouched female perfection lying naked and open in front of me. It dawned on me that nothing could have ever been in there since virtually nothing could fit through the small hole in her hymen, except maybe her own finger tip. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. "I told you I was a virgin, Daddy," she said, "Can you see it?" "Kissy," I said, "I'm speechless. This is just the most amazing thing I have ever seen." "This is just like that night at Beth's house when those boys were looking at me. I feel so naked and exposed..... I love this, Daddy.... I love you looking at me." She moaned. "Can you see everything? Can you see I'm still a virgin? You're going to be first, Daddy." Her hands were gently squeezing the petite buds on her chest. She was alluring and beautiful, sensual and magical all at the same time. Looking up at her, I took in her physical beauty as she played with her nips and I felt my cock twinge with desire to simply stop what I was doing and watch her caress and play with them. Turning my attention back to her pussy, I spread my daughter's lips open as far as I could and bent down, at first just to look closer at her cherry. But, as I got closer, I kept going until my face was lying in her crotch. I felt the small hole in her hymen with my tongue and pushed on it lightly. I felt it give way just a little against the gentle probing of my tongue, but, not wanting to deflower her, I moved up to her clit. As soon as I touched it and started to nibble at the large bud, she started to squirm as if I had injected her with 1,000 volts of electricity. I felt her hands on my head pulling me tight into her. I began to lick her with strokes up and down the length of her small slit, stopping at the apex of the small lips so I could apply a sucking action on her clit. After a minute of this, she started to mutter a long slow guttural sound, which I hoped was the first signs of an orgasm. She pulled my face into her crotch tighter and I latched onto her clit and began to suck it. She started to grind herself into me, humping my face and as her legs stated to shudder and her chest rose and fell, she exploded. It was the single most intense orgasm I have ever seen a female endure. She was thrashing, jerking my face into her and yelling "Oh! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." I pulled my face out of her crotch, making sure her cherry was still intact, and watched as she released her nipples, caught her breath and started to settle down. Once she did, I moved up next to her and lay down right against her side. She rolled toward me and didn't hesitate to kiss me, even though my face was literally covered with her sweet girl juice. We rested like that for several minutes before she asked "Daddy, can I ask one special favor?" "Sure, Kissy," I said, "Anything you want." "This is a big one," she went on to say, "and it's important to me so I hope you'll say yes. So, here goes...... Daddy, when you take my cherry, can Beth watch?" I didn't say anything. I thought she would want that moment to be something special, something just between her and me, but, apparently I was wrong. She went on to say "Beth let me watch her when she did it the first time. She wasn't a real virgin like I am, but, she let me hide in her closet and watch her boyfriend do it to her. We made a pact that we would be with one another when it happened. So, would that be okay, Daddy.... if she was here and watched?" I wasn't terribly surprised once she explained it, especially given everything she had told me up to now, but, it was a little kinkier than I would have cooked up myself. "What would she do while she was here?" "Just watch," Crissy told me, "That's all, just watch." "Would she be naked? Were you naked when you watched her?" I asked. "I was in a closet." She said. "I played with myself while I watched them, but, they didn't see that. I'm sure she would sit and watch, and if you wanted her to be naked, I don't think that would be a problem for Beth, that's for sure." "Well," I said, "I just needed ask so I wouldn't be surprised at anything. For all I know, she might show up with a camera and want to take pictures or videos!" "Oh, Daddy!" She said. "Could she? Could she do that? Take pictures I mean?" "Let me think about that one, Kissy." I said. "Imight be okay with it if she used my digital camera and only if it doesn't leave the house until I get the pictures off." "Oh, thank you, Daddy!" she said as she flew into my arms. "So, when can we do it?" "Kissy, let's don't rush it. How about if we just ease into this a little bit at a time? Let's start by letting you run around the house in your little panties or naked, and I can teach you all the secrets of how to touch a man, and you can teach me how to touch you just the way you like." I asked. "Trust me," I added, "there's a lot of things we can do before we jump right into intercourse." I told her, "When the time comes, we'll both know it and when you're really ready to lose it, you make the arrangements with Beth and let me know. I don't want to force or push you into anything, Crissy." "Can I ask something else?" She asked. "Uh huh, go ahead." I answered. "When we do it," she paused, "I want to be on my back with my legs spread and I want you to...... this is so embarrassing to tell you, but, I want you to do it in one thrust. You don't have to be gentle, Daddy. You can just ram it in me if you want. I'm dying to feel your hard cock breaking through my cherry. I don't care if it hurts more that way, or not. I've dreamed about this for years and I want to lose it in one hard thrust." "Kissy, I can't just slam it to you, and I'm not going to agree to do that. There's no way I could live with myself if I hurt you." I answered. She looked sad. "Can you promise me you won't stop, though?" She asked. "Promise me that once I'm lying there and you put your cock up to me you won't stop no matter what I say or what happens." "I can't promise that, Honey." I answered. "Why are you asking me to do that, anyway?" "Okay, you might not understand this, but, some of my friends said that their first time was no big deal. The guy just put it in them and then it was over. I want mine to be memorable. I want to feel your big cock breaking through my cherry.... and you know what... I sort of hope it hurts. Daddy, don't you get it? I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to fuck me passionately and don't stop until you cum in me!" I thought about it for a minute. "Crissy, as long as you don't cry or scream out in pain, I promise I won't stop. But I'm going to try to be gentle for your first time." I said, and then added "I'll tell you what, how about the first time you let me be in control and then the next time, I'll fuck you as hard as you want me to, or you can get up on top of me and ride me as hard as you want to. How about that?" She started pouting again and put on her little puppy dog face and said: "I used to dream about my first time, Daddy. I used to dream about laying there and crying because it hurt so much. And then you would hold me tenderly when it was over, keeping your cock in me, consoling me and telling me it was all over. You would say you loved me and it was going to be okay." "Kissy, I do love you but I can't do this if it's going to hurt you down there. I don't want to rip you open or hurt you so we can't do it again. You wouldn't want that, would you? It's because I love you that I have to make sure it's gentle the first time. Can you understand that?" I answered. Daddy, Please Undress Me Ch. 04 "I understand. Just promise you won't stop once you start, okay? Can you at least promise me that?" She begged. "Okay, I'll promise you I won't stop as long as you let me do it my way the first time." I said. She held up her little finger saying "Pinky swear you won't stop?" I interlocked my pinky finger with hers and we shook just like we used to do when she was a kid. "Yeah," I replied, "pinky swear." Her pouting lips turned into a smile. I looked down at her pussy and imagined what it would look like after I deflowered her. I looked up to her face and said "Hey, what do you say we go out and buy some clothes for you? Some really sexy things I can show you off in? You can even call your friend, Beth and see if she wants to go to the mall with us." "You mean it? Can I call her right now?" She asked excitedly. "I just need to take a shower and then we can go, so, sure, you can call her." I said. "Oh, Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you." She said as she rolled on top of me and started kissing me. I put my arms around her and we embraced as we kissed. My hard cock was trapped between our bodies and as she moved to straddle me on her knees, my cock found it's way between her legs. When she sat back on me, my cock was laying lengthwise against her slit. "Oh!" she said as she sat down on me. "Better watch it," I said, "or your friend's going to miss the big event." The look on her face changed. She suddenly started to gaze out into space and her eyes became distant. She started to move back and forth, grinding her wet pussy along the length of my engorged cock. She came dangerously close to letting my cock slide between her lips once or twice. She took on the look of a determined woman as she maneuvered herself about my shaft. "Can I stay naked when she comes?" She panted. "Kissy," I answered, "you would like that wouldn't you? You want her to see you naked, don't you?" She only nodded her head as she rubbed on me. "Okay then," I agreed, "I'll let you stay naked until we leave for the mall together, but, you have to do something for me first." "Anything, Daddy," she panted, "You know I'll do anything for you." "Are you sure?" I asked. "Even if it's very, very nasty?" "Oh," she answered, "especially if it's very, very nasty." "Okay, then" I replied, "first, I want you to rub on me and make yourself cum on my cock. I want you to think about being exposed – letting people see you naked. Letting them look at your perfect tits and beautiful pussy... letting them see between your legs.... maybe lying on your back with your legs spread so there's no doubt you are letting them see your pussy. I might want you to touch yourself while they watch, too." Her panting picked up pace and she squinted her eyes moaning, "Oh, I would love that!" Next, I told her she would have to let me pick out all her clothes when we went shopping. And I was going to pick out some clothes that would allow someone to easily look inside her top and see those perfect, bare nipples. No more bras, I told her. From now on, when she went out with me, she had to dress so someone could get a peek at her breasts, if they wanted to. "It's such a shame to keep them hidden away and out of sight, Kissy. They are beautiful and you should get used to people wanting to see them." I said. Her breathing rate increased again and she nodded 'okay' to me. "And around the house," I continued, "I only want you to wear panties unless I say otherwise. That way, I can see your cute boobies anytime I want to and see that tiny ass of yours wrapped up tight sexy panties." "On top of that," I added, "I would like to see a crease in the front of your panties at all times, between your pussy lips. That will help bring attention to your pussy when someone sees it." "Oooohhhh," she groaned as she lay down on top of me, continuing to slide along the length of my shaft and nuzzling her head in the cleft of my shoulder. "Tell me you won't hide yourself or cover yourself up, Crissy. Tell me you want me to expose you and you'll follow all of Daddy's rules. And realize, I'm going to have to shave your pussy so it can be easily seen..... not that mass of hair you have down there now. Say it, baby." I asked. "Oh, yes, yes," she answered, "I do want you to expose me. I want that so much! And I promise you, Daddy, I won't ever cover myself, I'll do whatever you say, wear whatever you want me to wear and follow all the rules, I'll even let you shave me." She was moaning and a sheen of sweat covered her petite body as it moved effortlessly on top of me. I wondered if she realized what she was agreeing to, or if it was the excitement and passion she was feeling that was driving her agreement. "Good, Kissy." I praised her. "If you do all these things, then I'll let you stay naked until Beth gets here... and then, I'll shave you. But, you have to let her watch." Unable to speak now, she just nodded her head up and down. I could feel that the wetness escaping from her pussy had drenched us both and the sheets underneath. She was almost there, almost ready to cum again. "Come on, Kissy," I urged, "cum on me so you can call Beth and tell her your Dad is keeping you naked, and you want her to come over and watch me shave you." At my final urging, she froze and shook. Grunting and extruding sounds and moans that could only mean she was cumming, her face went red and I could tell she wasn't breathing even though her mouth was gaping wide open. Reaching up to her breasts, I cupped the petite little gems in my hands and closed my palms around them. Damn, they were so beautiful. Immediately, I heard the air escape from her lungs and a high pitched squeal escape her mouth. The way she vibrated on top of my cock was fascinating. For a brief instant, I considered lifting her hips, placing my cock at the opening of her pussy and pulling her down on top of my rod, but, I knew there was plenty of time for that in the coming days. "Oooooohhhhhhhh, Daddy!" She screamed. "That's it, Kissy," I answered, "don't hold it back. Let it overtake you and cum on your Daddy's cock." Her head thrashed back and forth a final time and she collapsed down on top of me gasping for breath. I could feel her heart, pounding away in her chest as she lay against me. I patted her back and stroked her hair as she came back to earth, allowing her to rest and gain her composure. My cock, on the other hand, was still having fits and as she rested on top of me, I knew I had to achieve some release. I lifted her head and looked at her. She was flushed and sweaty. A rash of red flowed from her neck down to her breasts. I chuckled to myself knowing she must have had a very satisfying cum. "It looks good on you, Crissie." I said. "Huh?" She replied. "Your orgasm," I answered, "it must have been a good one and I'm betting you really got off on all our nasty talk." She blushed and batted her eyes like she was flirting with me. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered, "you're embarrassing me." As she laid her head on my shoulder, I had to smile. We lay together for a long time, neither of us saying a word. Finally, I decided it was time to give her a hint that I needed some relief. I began to flex my cock muscles, gently causing it to strain against her. She pulled her head off my shoulder and looked at me. "You need to cum, don't you?" She asked. "Yes, baby," I answered, "it's not fair for you to have so much fun and leave me hanging." "What can I do to help you?" She smiled with a wicked grin. I thought at first I might have her suck me, but then decided on something else because I didn't know how she felt about oral sex, especially given what she overheard her mother telling her jackass boyfriend. So, putting my hands on her shoulders and pushing her up until she raised herself, I asked her to turn around. As she was turning, I told her I wanted her to sit on my face so I could nuzzle into her virgin pussy and jack my cock at the same time. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" She asked. I was surprised to hear those words coming from my daughter's mouth, but, I told her she could just watch. The urgency of my need was such that I didn't want to waste time trying to teach her the way I liked to be sucked, so for me, I was content for her to simply watch. I hovered her hips above me and told her to lower herself down to my face, saying, "Kissy, just hold yourself up so I can lick you. I'll play with myself and you can see how I do it. I want you to learn how to stroke me, so, just watch for now." She did as I asked and lowered herself down to my lips. If there was any question regarding how wet she was, it was put to sleep within a few seconds. Her pubic hair was saturated and as my tongue found it's way between her lips, I was met with a gush of juice that flowed into my mouth and all over my face. As I began to jack myself, I felt a warm sensation cover my knob. I surmised it must be her lips holding on to the crown of my cock and discovered that was true when I felt her mouth move down my shaft and envelope my stiffness inside her teenage mouth. I withdrew my hand and let her suck on me for a minute. For someone with no experience, she was doing an excellent job. I felt her grab my shaft and work it up and down, then suck me into her warm mouth again. Was I going to let her continue to play my bonafone and take a mouthful of cum, or did I plan to stop her before it got too late? "Crissy, you know what's going to happen if you keep that up, don't you?" I asked. She pulled off my slobbery cock and answered "Oh, so am I doing this right? Is this going to make you cum?" "Crissy, I know you're a virgin but I'm pretty sure you know what happens when a horny guy gets a blow job from a beautiful, naked girl, don't you?" I replied. "Daddy, please don't make me stop." She pleaded. "All the other girls talk about how good they are at giving blow jobs..." She took me back in her mouth and almost gagged as she attempted to swallow me whole, then she continued saying, "If you want me to stop, I will, but what I would really like is for you to lay there and let me make you cum." "Kissy, do you mean you want me to cum in your mouth?" I asked. Without stopping her movements, I heard her moan "Uh-huh." "You're sure about this?" I questioned. "Oh, yes!" She said as she pulled my cock out her mouth and took a deep breath and took it in again. I reached up and pulled her hips down and settled her pussy on my face and started to lick and suck her slimy, juicy pussy. I made a split decision to simply let her go and if she could make me cum, I would unload in her mouth with no warning, giving her exactly what she asked for. The surprise of it, I thought, might fulfill her desire to have made me cum. I licked and sucked her pussy, taking great care not to push too much on her hymen. I wanted her to feel me there, though, so I pushed against it with my tongue. Despite her awkwardness and inexperience, she was starting to get me close to an explosion point. I tried not to thrust up into her or moan to give it away. It took all the strength I had to lay there and suck up her ample juices and let her bring me along. All of a sudden, I felt a heavy flow of her pussy juice almost fill my mouth. She started moaning and her hips started to shake. I wasn't really trying to make her cum, the licking she was getting was primarily for my benefit – so I could get my face into her virgin pussy, but she had all the signs of an approaching orgasm. This fact lit me off like a rocket and before I knew it, I felt the pressure building in my balls and I just let it happen. I had to hold her haunches up off me to get a breath, and when I pulled her vagina down on my face again, I took her clit in between my lips and gave it a good, long sucking while I tongued its tip. I heard her start to whine about the time I knew I was going to erupt. I started to lick her from her opening to her clit and back again. I held back as long as I could, but when I knew my own release was immanent, I sucked hard on her clit and she started to buck. "Oh, Daddy," she gasped, "I'm cumming... Oh, oh, oh......" She took my cock back into her mouth just as my first jet of ejaculate shot out. Then, another, and another rope of sperm shot into her. All the while, she kept me in her mouth and kept sucking. Holding me with her hands, she took it all and her mouth never left me until I pushed her hips up and spoke to her. "Damn, Crissy," I exclaimed, "that was one of the best suck jobs I've ever had!" She scampered off and turned to face me. I'm sure we were both surprised to see the look on each other's face. My own, completely covered with her pussy juice, while her lips, chin and cheeks were covered with a mixture of her spit and my cum. Her eyes were wide and she had a grin on her face wider than the smile she wore the first time the tooth fairy came for her. "Sorry, I didn't tell you, Kissy," I apologized, "but, you seemed so determined and I was getting into it so much..... and the next thing I knew, I was cumming." "No!" She exclaimed. "Don't apologize." She said. "That was so cool. I was getting worried that I wasn't doing it right and then, WHAM! You made me cum and the next thing I knew, you were pulsing and throbbing and I could feel globs of your hot cum filling my mouth. It was....uh,..... incredible!" "You certainly made it incredible for me, too." I said. "Now," I continued, "I want you to call your friend, Beth. Remember, you're going to tell her you're at your Dad's house, that you're naked and then ask if she wants to come over and watch me shave your pussy and then go to the mall with us." "Oh, Daddy!" She gasped. "You're really going to shave me down there?" "That's exactly what I mean, Baby," I answered. "There's no use showing it off if you can't see it, is there?" To be continued in chapter five.