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Daddy

By: Mr. Unsexy



Carl walked down the hall aimlessly, bleary eyed and barely awake. What he needed was something to eat. He suspected that his hunger had been at least in part what had woken him, and he planned on doing something about it.

As he was walking down toward the kitchen, he casually glanced to his right, noticing that Melissa's door was open. He stopped and walked over to close it, and noticed her in her bed.

She was on her side, her ass pointed to him covered only by a sheet. Before he knew it he found himself standing at the foot of her bed, looking up and down her body hungrily as though she were some girl he'd met elsewhere. He saw the outline of her slim legs through the sheet and watched them move up to her petite hips... up her slender waist, her supple breasts, up until he saw her face.

What was he doing? What was he thinking? This was his daughter. It was as if he'd been in a trance. He almost laughed at himself, until he let himself look down again. It was then that he noticed his rigid member sticking straight up, right out of his boxers.

Then he saw her move.

God. What if she saw him. All she had to do was open her eyes and turn.

Luckily she didn't wake up. She just rolled over, and Carl let out a quiet sigh of relief. It did nothing for his aroused state though. She rolled over onto her stomach and before he knew it he was kneeling on her bed.

He was bent over her sleeping body when he realized what he was doing, but Melissa stirred again and he felt her soft ass brush against the underside of his cock. Whatever chance he had of reclaiming his mind from this sudden burning urge was gone now.

He pressed his crotch into her rear as he reached his hands down underneath her. He felt air rush out of his lungs as his palms filled themselves with her warm breasts. He could feel the nipples and he played with them as he began grinding into his daughter.

Then he heard her moan. Carl ran one of his hands down her stomach and underneath her panties, rubbing his fingers over her lips. She felt very wet. He ran his fingers up and down her slick quim and slipped one inside.

"Ohh daddy..."

Carl sat up in his bed. He wiped his brow and knew how stiff he was without even looking down. He looked over at his wife, and seeing that she was asleep, he got up and went to the bathroom.

He ran water over his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He was still hard, and he figured he may as well take care of it before he went back to sleep.

In the morning Carl went about his routine as usual. He showered, brushed his teeth, shaved, and started getting dressed. He went out to get the newspaper and came back to his chair in the living room, ready for a nice relaxing Saturday morning.

"Good morning, daddy!"

Melissa. What a beautiful girl. Nineteen years old, long flowing black hair, deep baby blue eyes, and an amazing figure. Nice full breasts, a slim waist, and long slender legs leading up to a perfectly sculpted ass. She was wearing a regular sized blank white t shirt with short light blue shorts.

It wasn't until now that his dream even occurred to Carl. He suddenly felt incredibly awkward, as though she were an attractive woman he met at the office or something.

"Good morning, sweetheart... how'd you sleep?"

"Oh, I slept great, daddy. I dreamt you fucked my brains out."

Carl shook his head. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I said I dreamt that you stuck something in the drain.. you know, in the bathroom. You said that noone could take a shower or something."

Carl laughed. "That's.. that's silly."

"Honey, I made breakfast."

Damn, he thought. Lois is fast. He hadn't even seen her until she declared that she had made breakfast. He followed Melissa to the table in the kitchen, barely able to look away from her tight rear in those short shorts.

To distract himself, he looked at the table. She had prepared quite a breakfast indeed. Eggs, bacon, potatoes, even a plate with pancakes. When he sat though, all he could think of was just grabbing his daughter.

He placed his hand on her soft thigh and ran his hand lustfully up and down the inside of her leg. He let his hand linger on her crotch and he started rubbing her. He felt for her slit and once he found it he shoved his fingers in a little. Melissa started to moan and writhe at the table, squeezing her legs together on his hand.

"Honey?"

"Hmm?"

He was daydreaming again. He looked over at Melissa who looked like she was about to burst into a fit of giggles.

"Carl!"

He looked up at his slightly annoyed wife. "Uh... I'm sorry Lois... what is it?"

Then she laughed. "Do you want some pancakes or not?"

Carl smiled. "Yeah, please."

"Did you not get enough sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I think that's it... I dunno. I just kind of blanked."

Melissa laughed. Goddamn, he thought. She has such a cute laugh. They ate with most of the conversation going on between Melissa and Lois. Carl was just trying to keep his mind off of his daughter. He ate on in silence, separated from their world, trying to think of anything to get his mind on something else. Then he heard it.

"-so you two will be fine I imagine. Your father's not the worst cook in the world or anything."

He shrugged when they looked in his direction, acting as though he'd followed the conversation.

"Nah," Melissa said, reaching over and hugging Carl. "We'll be fine."

His lust didn't show in his face, but Carl felt himself growing hard. His daughter was giving him a chubby. His daughter. He wanted to fuck her, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed. He calmly resumed eating, waiting either for them to finish or for his hard on to leave.

Finally they both got up and continued their conversation into the living room, and he got up and briskly walked over to the bathroom. Locking the door behind himself, he pulled his cock out of his pants and dropped to his knees. feverishly stroking himself. It wasn't until he was finished that he wondered if they'd noticed how quiet he had been. Maybe they'd write it up to him not getting enough sleep. Like his little "daydream". Not only that, he was going to be alone with Melissa tonight. He went into a room downstairs, where he kept all his music. He needed something to relax with. He looked through his immense library and found Massive Attack. He put it on and sat in his chair in there. After the fifth track of the second cd he dozed off.

Then he saw Melissa leaning up against the wall, wearing a lacy black bra and panties. "Hey, daddy."

Carl was a little apprehensive. "Uh, hi, sweetheart.. what's on your mind?"

She giggled. "Well daddy, my mind is on sex."

He broke into a light sweat. "Oh.. um... well, what about it?"

She walked over seductively. "It's just that I'd love to suck your cock."

The alarms went off in his head but he made no attempt to resist her as she knelt in front of him and pulled him out of his pants. She looked him in the eyes as she took him into her mouth and-

The door slammed. Carl woke up and heard a car driving off. He looked at the clock. 7:03. Great. Lois was probably already gone. Melissa was going out. He got up and noticed he was hard again. This was becoming quite the ritual, he noted. Carl walked back to the bathroom.

Smiling for the first time since that morning, He headed out to the living room. He sat happily on the couch and turned on the television. Nothing was on, as usual. He then decided to look through their movies, when he heard a door open from upstairs.

Fuck.

Here she came, still in that same outfit from this morning. She came down the stairs and sat next to him, leaning on his shoulder.

"Hi, daddy..."

God her hair smelled good, he thought.

Carl moved his head away slightly and smiled. "Hi, Melissa."

"Is something wrong?" she asked. "You were really quiet today. And you were in your room for like... I dunno, eight hours or something. Are you okay?"

Carl sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "What about you? Weren't you supposed to go out or something?"

Melissa laughed. "I don't go out every night, you know."

He nodded. "I guess not."

There was a moment of silence. Finally Melissa spoke up. "Let's watch a movie."

"Okay, what do you want to watch?"

"...I don't know. You have like a million movies. I figured you'd be able to pick something."

Carl looked over at the dvds and thought. He got up and walked over, looking. He finally grabbed one at random and put one on. He walked back to the couch and sat at the farthest end. Melissa was laying across the couch, resting at the opposite end. When he sat she rested her bare feet on his lap. He smiled at her and picked up the remote.

"What are we watching, daddy?"

"The Silence of the Lambs."

"Oh, my friend said that was good."

"It is."

She laughed. "Well there you go," she said. Carl started to fool with his collar. He was getting very uncomfortable. But he had to keep cool. He couldn't very well say "I'm sorry I'm acting strange honey, I just want to eat your pussy and fuck you all night long, that's all."

He sighed and watched the opening frame. Melissa noticed his nervous state. "See? This is what I'm talking about," she said. "What's going on?"

Carl put his hand down and it brushed against her leg. It felt so hot. He laughed out of pure nervousness and said "I'm fine honey... I'm just fine. Just some stuff at work, that's all."

She smiled at him. That trusting daughter smile. If only you knew, he thought.

Not too much time passed before Carl felt the need to get up. Just to back away from the situation for a moment. "Say... do you want something to drink?"

"Sure."

"What do you want?"

"Anything."

"I was just going to get myself a glass of water... is that fine with you?"

"Yeah that's good, thanks."

He got up and slowly walked over to the kitchen. He took the pitcher of water out of the refrigerator and poured two medium sized glasses. He was getting more and more nervous. He put the pitcher back and calmed himself. It's nothing, he assured himself. She doesn't know. Noone knows except for you. Now just go out there and act as you usually would.

He grabbed the glasses went back out, seeing Melissa spread out on the couch. He felt his crotch start up again, but she saw him, so he couldn't retreat. All he could do was sit before it became evident.

He placed the glasses on the coffee table, hers in front of her. "Thanks, daddy," she said, smiling at him. He nodded and gave a weak grin back as he sat back down. This time he sat a bit closer, and she put her legs back on his lap. And again, he felt that tension in his chest.

Carl put his hands down and they ended up on her shins. Her skin was so hot, so smooth. He started to rub on her shins slightly, running his hands up and down a little bit, just covering a small area between the middle of her shins and her knees.

He started to get lost in the sensation when he heard "Dad, what are you doing?"

Carl looked over at his daughter, suprised. "Huh?"

"You were rubbing my legs."

She didn't seem agitated or worried, just that maybe he didn't notice.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, an embarassed smile on his face. He blushed a little as she started laughing with him. "It's just that I really hate to have my hands idle, that's all. Is it uncomfortable?"

She laughed. "No, daddy, I don't mind."

They smiled at each other and resumed the movie. Neither of them noticed that his hands started moving up a little higher as he rubbed her, now from the middle of her shins to just below her knees.

Carl was really hard now. He was throbbing in his pants. He had to make sure that Melissa's feet stayed on his knees, so as not to alert her. He wasn't going to do anything. Perhaps mentally save it for future masturbatory reference, but nothing more. He may be lusting after her, but he was still her father. He loved her, and he didn't want her to feel awkward.

"You have nice hands, daddy."

"Hmm?"

"Oh nothing. I was just noticing that they're nice and soft."

At this he started letting his hands slide up a little more, now from just below her knees to just above her knees, up and down slowly. Gently, clandestinely rubbing her soft, sexy legs.

"You know you have very nice skin?"

Melissa smiled. "Yup. Got it from you."

They shared a laugh. He occasionally let a finger trail down behind a knee but never changed his hands's speed or motion. He was enjoying it and wanted to keep it as inconsipcuous as possible. The feeling of her skin was driving him nuts. Maybe now that he's done this once, he could do it other times, and she would think nothing of it.

By now Carl had completely lost interest in the movie and was entirely focused on Melissa. He looked over her young, tight body... admiring the curves shown by her shorts and shirt.

"I thought you were watching the movie, daddy..."

Carl was a little startled that she'd seen him. Busted. "Oh, it's just that... well, you've grown so much, you know?"

She smiled. "Thanks, daddy, You're so sweet."

"Well really," he continued, trying to shed his nervousness. "When's the last time you and I just sat here and watched a movie?"

"It has been a while," she agreed.

While they spoke he slid his hands just a bit further up her leg, how rubbing back and forth between the top of her knee and the base of her thigh. Once he started he cursed himself, thinking she'd notice, but she didn't say a word.

Melissa slid a bit down the couch, resting her head on the arm of the couch. He kept his hands in place and as she moved down his hands ended up right on the middle of her thighs. He almost sighed aloud as he began rubbing her there, moving his hands slowly up and down, now back and forth as well into her inner thigh. 

Carl slid up a little further, so their hips touched, and now her thighs we in his lap. Then he saw Melissa moving out of the corner of his eye. He looked over quickly to see that she was stretching. He was relieved that there was still no sign of discomfort or awkwardness. Then, as he started to look away again, she lifted her left leg over his head and rested it on the back of the couch. Carl's cock was ready to scream; he was sitting right in between her thighs, and she still had given no indication that she had a problem with what he was doing.

"...are you okay?" he stuttered.

"Yeah," Melissa answered. "I just figured it'd be more comfortable, is that okay?"

"..yeah."

Carl was left with his hands on her right inner thigh, still rubbing her. He was not too far from touching her shorts. Now he started rubbing in tiny little circles, slowly moving toward her shorts.

"I can move if it makes you uncomfortable, daddy."

"It's okay, sweetie."

Gone was any tone of fatherliness or anything hinting at a blood relationship. His voice was dead and barely concealed his burgeoning desire as he continued upward her leg. Her flesh got hotter the higher he got, and finally his fingers were actually under her shorts. At this point Carl had completely forgotten that he was her father.

He watched her crotch intently as he rubbed her a little bit harder. That was when he heard her moan. He looked to her face and was rewarded with a look of pleasure on her face, her eyes narrowed and features slightly clenched.

"Does that feel good, honey?"

"Yes, daddy..."

Carl turned his head and kissed her left inner thigh. "How about that?"

"Mmmm... yes, daddy..."

He took his free hand and planted it over her crotch. He could feel that her shorts were slightly damp. He moved up and down until he found her slit through her shorts. He rubbed his fingers up and down while she arched her back and moaned.

He slid his hand up her stomach while his other hand moved up further inside her shorts. He felt a lot of heat inside and smiled as he moved his fingers over her panties. He bent down and kissed her neck. "I want to make you feel good, honey... just between us.. just tonight..."

Melissa nodded almost breathlessly as she started rocking her hips into Carl's hand, looking up at him with a helplessly aroused look in her light blue eyes. He kissed her chin and then her mouth, nearly melting at the taste of her lips. She kissed him back passionately, letting her tongue trace his lips. He started to suck on her tongue as he pulled her shorts down to her knees, her well tanned thighs against her breasts. Melissa pulled away from his kiss for a second to remove her shirt, and Carl undid her bra. He kissed down to her breasts and took a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue at it. She let out a deep sigh as she reached down to unbutton his pants as he pulled off his shirt.

Carl positioned himself between her legs as he sucked gently on his daughter's nipple. She moaned loudly as he nibbled on her breast and started to kiss down her stomach, her open legs falling down with his shoulders. He impatiently pulled her panties up to her thighs and Melissa let out a yelp when she felt his tongue pass over her clit. Then she felt it bury itself inside of her, and she began to squirm beneath him.

Carl started to suck gently on her clit while his tongue lapped up the length of the lips, sliding up and down with the tip inside her. He reached around and massaged the small of her back, letting his hands roam up and down to her ass and back.

He isolated her clit, starting to brush his teeth against it and began to nibble softly. Melissa responded with high pitched gasps and she started bucking uncontrollably against his face.

He gave her pussy one last long kiss and moved back up, kissing up her stomach and chest. He got to her face and kissed her mouth hard, slipping his tongue passed her lips as he began to grind his crotch into hers.

She bucked back into him, and as he started to kiss her neck again she started to whisper into his ear, almost breathlessly. 

"Ohh daddy, I-I'm cumming..."

He felt her hips slam into his faster as he kept up his pace. Her moans filled the room as she bucked into him, clenching her face and clamping her body onto him. When her movements slowed, he positioned his cock to enter her. He pushed the head in slowly to a loud and startling gasp. She felt so tight and so wet; he thought he was going to cum right then and there.

"Oooh fuck me, daddy.."

He pushed on until he filled her, and slid back out slowly. He moved in and out of her, almost gasping at the sensation. He ran one of his hands up her back and grabbed her hair as he continued bucking into her, his other hand still massaging her rear. 

Carl sat up on his knees while she was still on her back. He looked down at his sexy daughter, bucking into him on her back. He was in a reverie. He was fucking her nice and slowly, when she sat up and practically leapt on him. He fell back into the couch as she sat on him, rocking slowly on his dick. She rested her hands on his chest and threw her head back, letting out a sensuous sigh.

Carl kept his hands on her ass and kept kneading the soft flesh, now squeezing her slightly, pulling her into him. He watched her petite hips moving into his admiringly, suprised by the ease with which she fucked him. He sat up and brought his mouth to her chest, taking a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it, nibbling softly. He held her hips close to his as he bucked harder into her, and he felt he was about to cum. He brought a hand up to the side of her head and held her as he started to kiss her, passionately tasting her mouth again. She moaned something into his mouth he didn't understand and he grunted as he started to cum inside her.

He held her little body tightly against his as his orgasm died away and she rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her cheek and smiled. "Well, I guess I'd better put you to bed."

She smiled back. "Yeah, it's getting kind of late, and mom's not going to be back for a while..."

Daddy



I was so excited when daddy called me and told me he was coming to visit in two weeks. We have shared such a special relationship since my birthday five months ago. 

I had just finished school, and was preparing for a fun filled summer before going off to college. I knew that I would be to busy studying to have much fun, so I wanted to make this summer really count.

I was in my bedroom, sitting on my bed, and going over ideas, when my daddy knocked on my door.

"Can I come in sweetie?"

"Sure!" I said. 

"I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday I was reading you bedtime stories, and now, your getting ready to leave for college." He shook his head in disbelief. 

"Oh daddy, I'll always be your little girl!" I said to reassure him, but he still seemed upset behind the weak smile he gave in response. 

"I have an idea daddy, why don't you read me a story like you use to. You could read me my favorite one, you know, the one about the flower." 

He seemed to really like that idea. He turned to my bookcase, and pulled out the book I still kept on my shelf. He walked over to my bed and sat down next to me. I laid my head against his chest as he wrapped his arm around me, and he started to read. 

The familiar heartbeat and the vibration of his voice as he read really put me at ease. I always felt so safe in daddy's arms. I wrapped my arm around his waist and gave him a little squeeze. 

After he finished reading the book, he set it down, but we stayed in our loving embrace. He stroked the hair away from my face, and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. His kiss felt so good, I kissed him back, this time it lasted a little longer. I noticed that daddy was holding on to me tighter, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't resist. I felt his hand moving up and down my back as he kissed me harder, this time I felt his tongue push against my lips and into my mouth. My whole body started to tingle as I realized I could feel his hardening cock pressing up against me! 

He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my pert little tits. He let out a low groan as he started to feed off of my hard pink nipples. His hand slipped down between my legs, under my shorts, and he started to rub up against my panties. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he pressed more firmly against me. "Oh daddy," I moaned, "That feels sooooo good." 

He pulled my shorts and panties down further so that he could slide a finger inside me. I started to shake with pleasure. 

"Please daddy, please fuck me! I need to feel that big daddy cock when I cum!"

"Anything for my little baby," he said as he pulled his manhood out of his pants and pressed it up against my juiced up pussy. 

"Oh daddy, please fuck me, don't make me beg for your cock!" I was squirming around trying desperately to feel him enter me. 

Then, suddenly, he rammed his big daddy cock so deep into my little pussy that he made me gasp. I could feel my tight little hole strain as he stretched it out to fit his massive hard-on. Our breath grew more rapid, in unison, as he fucked me harder and harder. 

"Daddy, I'm going to cum!" I screamed. My body shaking, the waves of pleasure taking over my body. 

"Do you want to taste daddy's love juice, baby," he asked almost breathless.

"Oh yes daddy, make me your messy little girl!" 

He pulled his throbbing cock out of my dripping little cunt, and into my hungry mouth. I sucked on daddy hard, taking him down deep in my throat. And within moments, I was milking my daddy's cock dry. My pussy juice tasted so good mixed with his cum.  

We collapsed together in a heap on my bed. 

We were together several times during the summer, every time becoming more and more intense. It was so hard to leave when school began, but I promised daddy that I would stay away from the boys and save myself just for him. It's been really hard too; I've had to play with my little pussy a couple times a day just to keep myself from going crazy! But it will all be worth it. Daddy knows how to make it all better...



Daddy, Am I A Werewolf?



Megan had always known there was something different about her growing up. Although no one else would have guessed quite what that 'something different' was about her, not really. 

She had long dark curly hair, and pale white skin. She wore thick-rimmed dark glasses, and always wore unflattering baggy jumpers and jeans, and was seen as something as a geek throughout her school life. She had few friends, and those she did were similar in their dress sense and all-round geekiness. She was super-intelligent, and had studied hard at school to get t a bunch of A-grades in all her exams, as well as a first class degree at university, but still she was seen as different, geeky and weird. The friends she did had weren't the kind of friends other girls might have, she never had sleepovers or any friend over to her family home, she never went out, she was a recluse.

But Megan had a secret. A reason why she was keeping her body so wrapped up and hidden from the world, a reason why she never let anyone get close to her, including her family. Most of the time she just stayed in her room, coming out only to go and study, or to eat. Her family had worried about her for a long time, but eventually had just accepted that was the way she was, they had no idea of what that 'something different' really was either.

Megan's family was especially large, and maybe some put it down to that -- "middle-child syndrome" some call it. The middle daughter in an otherwise normal family also tends to have something slightly weird about them don't they? But this was harmless, just some geeky weirdness and lack of social skills, or so everyone else thought.

Her father, Michael, was a well-built former amateur boxer. He had a chiselled jaw, and a chiselled body. He would do that Rocky thing even now, constantly training, slurping down raw eggs to build his weight, and beating his punch bag in the basement. His day job was boring office work, but it was in boxing and the gym where his real passion lay. Looking at Michael, most boys in the neighbourhood were immediately scared off dating either of his daughters for fear of what Michael might do to them, but Megan's younger sister Carly hadn't let that stop her developing into quite the little nympho, in fact Megan considered that maybe the risks of her dad finding out were part of what urged Carly on. No such luck for Megan though, whilst she thought about sex constantly, boys were not interested in her weird and frumpy ways, and to be fair she could not envisage a day when it would happen, with what she knew about herself. So by aged 21, Megan was still a virgin.

Megan's mother, Theresa, was a dark-haired, Mediterranean-tanned hottie. Younger than Michael by some 10 years, she had been allured by his rugged good looks and bulging biceps. Megan had inherited her mother's dark hair certainly, but not the skin. The pale white skin would never tan, although maybe it would have helped if she spent more time outdoors in the summer, instead of locked away in her room or in the library studying, but Megan was as pale as a porcelain doll, and this was only accentuated more by the dark curls of her long, but often messy, unstyled hair. Megan was not one for grooming, she didn't go in for all that like her mother and sister did, she didn't think it mattered. The dark hair inherited from her mother did not stop just at her head, she was naturally very hairy, just like her mother. But whilst Theresa spent hours 'defluffing' as she called it, removing all traces of hair from her body, with the exception of her head of long-dark straightened hair, Megan just let it be. 

This was part of Megan's fears. The reason perhaps that she was the way she was. You see she had tried early on to 'defluff', but her hair seemed to grown unnaturally fast. That along with the other 'differences' she noted during her childhood had led to her reclusive ways, and now at 21 she felt no need to fight the unnatural growth. So it was that unbeknownst to anyone, that underneath Megan's layers of clothes, she was covered in her strange fur. Her legs were as hairy as any man she had ever seen, swirling strands of dark hair from her shins up to her thighs. Her virgin pussy covered with a thick dark layer of fur, a treasure trail thick and black dancing up her slightly chubby belly up to her belly button, swirls of dark hair around the areola of her pert but ample breasts. Her arms too had thick dark curls of hair just like her legs. Her back was pretty much hair- free apart from the area just above the crack of her ass, where tufts of hair sprouted from deep into the crevice.

Every time she had tried to remove the hair by going through the pain of shaving, waxing or exfoliating, they had come back within hours, and whilst at first she would persist over and over again, hoping they would not come back this time, they always did, and now she had given up trying. That's the reason she had kept herself covered up for so long, avoiding any exposure of any part of her body to the outside world, but that wasn't the whole story. There was something else going on in Megan's life, something much more difficult for her to live with.

Going back to the body hair issue though, she had in fact come to love her hair. She had seen photographs on the Internet of numerous hairy women and been surprised by the number of men who liked that sort of thing. Sometimes when alone in her room she would imitate their poses whilst standing in front of the mirror, and she became more confident in her natural womanly state. She stayed covered up of course, as there were far more people, mainly other women, who looked down on body hair than there were found it attractive, but when on her own, she loved the feeling of stroking her hairy legs or twiddling the sprouts of hair from her nipples round her fingers.

Carly, her younger sister, obviously didn't have the same issues as she did. She too had the dark Mediterranean tan and dark hair, but like her mother, Carly spent hours 'defluffing'. Carly was two years younger than Megan, and exactly the kind of babe that Megan had once wished she could be. She had a petite frame, with gorgeous long legs which she revealed often in her short little dresses. She had a firm, tight ass that sent guys wild, and she was very popular. She was always out clubbing and meeting men. She rarely stayed at home as she was fucking someone pretty much every night. As the youngest daughter, daddy's little girl, she was spoilt rotten. She had him completely wrapped around her little finger. She didn't work yet, and had dropped out of college, but Daddy was paying for her to maintain her status as the town bike, even if he didn't know what he was paying for.

Even Jason, Megan's older brother, didn't seem to be affected by whatever it was that had affected Megan. He was very similar in looks to his father, though slightly less rugged having never boxed or got his nose broken. He was a very good looking man, and every girl Megan knew would have given their right arm for one night with him. He carried himself as smooth and charming, and at this point had a long-term girlfriend, Kelly, who was a hot blonde, exactly his type.

Megan wasn't sure yet whether she was gay, straight or bi. She had never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Never been kissed, and still a virgin. She had a feeling that she was bi, because of how hot she found all the women in her life, the models she was looking at on the Internet, as well as her mother, sister and brother's girlfriend. But equally she had enjoyed watching porn on the Internet, watching a well-endowed man roughly take a girl from behind for instance, she longed to feel a cock inside her. But she didn't think it would ever happen to her, she had to keep herself bottled up, under control, but it got more difficult every single day, a huge pressure building inside her waiting to explode.

You see Megan's biggest, most shocking secret, even moreso than the unnatural hair growth, was her insatiable desire for all things sexual. It was strongest when there was full moon, and through her hours of study researching what might be wrong with her, she had often considered the idea that maybe she was some kind of werewolf. But that instead of wanting to devour people, when the transformation happened she wanted to fuck everything, anything. 

She stayed in her room all the time, because the feelings of lust were often controllable. She imagined her rugged, manly father pinning her down and prizing her tight virgin pussy wide open with his huge cock. She imagined her mother and sister and brother's girlfriend all over her, licking her sopping wet cunt, her brother's cock filling her mouth with seed. She imagined being cum all over by hundreds of guys, being pissed on and spat on. She imagined being tied up, her super-sensitive nipples clamped and tweaked, to be spanked hard till her ass cheeks were bright red. The thoughts and the fantasies just kept coming.

She had reverted to the Internet to try and help her ease the building pressure, by watching pornography and learning about everything sexual she could consume. There was no fetish that didn't appeal to her, she wanted to get a webcam and exhibit herself to the world, to be adored as a sex object by millions. But she had to keep self control, she had to stop herself, especially on a full moon, from exposing the disgusting desires that filled her every thought.

Megan locked herself in her room, and tried to relieve the pressure by masturbating. Touching herself, fucking herself with her hairbrush, stealing large pointy objects she found around the house to insert into cunt or her ass later, always needing a different sensation to try to get the release she needed, but the pressure just keep building regardless. Even after the momentary pause following one of her insanely powerful orgasms, as every orgasm she had was, the thoughts remained. It was just like the hair, she could try to get rid of the desires she had inside her by fingering them away, but in no time they were back.

She dreaded the odd occasion when during a full moon, she would be called out of her room by someone. Her mother or father perhaps nagging again about the fact that she's always locked up in her room, and why doesn't she come out. Sometimes, on those nights, she could get away with it, remaining hidden in her cell. She thought of it as a cell at those times, because it was protecting her family from what she might do if she came out. Other times they were so insistent she had to come out, albeit briefly. She'd open the door to her room, her dad standing there wanting her to come and join them downstairs. She'd refuse of course, it would be too much, but the powerful urge just to dive down and stick her daddy's fat cock in her mouth, or pull him inside to fuck her senseless was always there, overwhelming her, she had to be quick to make her excuses and get back inside to finger herself to yet another powerful orgasm.

The pressure kept building, and she knew that at some point, she just wouldn't be able to control herself anymore, she knew that sometime soon something was going to send her over the edge, but still she tried to bottle it.

Maybe she was some kind of werewolf? She had the fur, she had the uncontrollable desires that werewolves had, particularly around a full moon. What other explanation could there be? Maybe it was because she had been born on Halloween she thought, and she had researched this too with some success.

She eventually came across stories of other women with similar conditions to hers. The unnaturally fast-growing body hair, the affect of the full moon, the insatiable desire for sex. But the stories seemed all to be fictional, she could not find any mention of it really happening to anyone. Maybe if there were others, they were all in the same position as her, trying to control themselves, locking themselves in a room away from prying eyes, trying to find out more online.

She set up a site, appealing for others to come forwards, but all she got was pervy guys telling her how hot body hair was, and how they wanted to fuck her. The thought of all these strangers wanting her turned her on so much, it was just adding to the pressure, it was just making her more and more insatiable.

As her 21st birthday fast approached, another Halloween with another full moon -- she had got used to checking out when every full moon was due in the calendar, so for her birthday, Halloween and a full moon all to coincide at once was not that rare, what made it different was that she was to be 21. No longer a child, but a real woman. Maybe this was a phase, maybe once she was out of childhood, it would all sort itself out and she would become normal. She didn't really believe that, but the hope was there. 

Her birthdays were always a struggle, especially when there was a full moon. She would not be able to lock herself in her room that night. She knew she would be expected to celebrate her birthday with her family somehow. Usually she managed to get away with it just being a short family meal followed by a bit of TV, then feigning exhaustion from her studies and going to bed, but this year was going to be different.

It was her 21st birthday after all they had said to her, she will only be 21 once. Daddy's little girl all grown up. She wasn't Daddy's little girl of course, that was Carly, but Megan got the idea. They were going to do something special for this birthday, something more than usual, and so Megan was wary. Wary of what she might do, worried that the pressure might build to a crescendo that would lead to her revealing her depraved fantasies, trying to force herself on her brother or something like that. She had to try and relieve the pressure, and so she spent most of the day masturbating, trying to get it all out of her system.

The nights were getting darker in late October, the full moon would be impaled in the sky as a warning to all around her that is never heeded by 6 o' clock at the latest, with the impromptu party that her family had organised for her expected to start around 7. That was good she thought, because at least she had an hour to assess what affect a full moon on her 21st birthday at Halloween might have on her cravings. If she felt like she was not going to be able to control herself, she could disappear and return the next morning, make up some excuse about being too shy, too self conscious, although going out into the night in that state might lead her into more trouble. She was worried.

As 6 o'clock drew nearer, and a veil of darkness slowly began to descend on the earth, Megan was trying to make herself presentable. Her mother and father had put forward the idea of everyone getting dressed up in Halloween costumes for our little party, and so she had found herself a witches hat, and wore a black long-sleeve blouse and black trousers. It wasn't the best witches costume in the world, not sexy in any way, but it covered her fur, and that was her main consideration when choosing it.

As she was getting ready, thoughts of her fake plastic broomstick being rammed up inside her suddenly began to fill her mind, then more and more depraved fantasies began to surface. She looked out of the window to see the full moon now bright in the night sky, it was 7 already. She looked down to see her brother's girlfriend waving up to her, she was dressed as little red riding hood, but a much sluttier version. And here was Megan, the wolf in the story, looking down at her, wanting to rip off her little red skirt that barely covered her at all, wanting to sink her tongue deep into those little red crevices. The scene playing in Megan's mind. Her brother grabbing her from behind. 

"Oh my, what a big cock you have!" she would say to him.

"All the better to fuck you silly with!" he would reply, and whilst Megan's tongue continued to lap up Kelly's moistness, he would be behind her fucking her hard.

Megan shook her head to clear her thoughts, drawing her fingers back away from her pussy. She couldn't do this. This was going to be too hard. The sensations she was feeling tonight felt even stronger than during a normal full moon. She wasn't going to able to control herself. She could run off as planned, but she'd need to go somewhere quickly, somewhere no one else would be. She couldn't risk running into anyone, she wouldn't be able to stop it.

She couldn't think of a safe hiding place, a sanctuary to wait it out until morning when it would pass, but she knew she couldn't stay there. She opened up her window, feeling the cool October night air against her face as visions of men plastering her cheeks with their cum rammed itself into her skull. Again she shook her head, and began to climb out of the window and against the drain pipe, ready to make her escape. The drainpipe pressing against her pussy, she imagined a man with a cock as big as a drain pipe, the girth splitting her wide, she let out a slight moan as the pipe brushed against her crotch, then again composed herself and began to climb down.

She stopped looking over to her sister's bedroom, there was Carly brazenly walking around with the light on, completely naked. Her freshly shaven pussy on display for anyone who wanted to look through the open curtains. More thoughts, thoughts of Carly teasing her, masturbating in front of her, willing her to lick her.

This was going to be a tough night, never had these thoughts come so quickly or vividly, even on a night of a full moon. Something strange was happening, this was too much for her.

Eventually she managed to will herself to continue climbing down, but as she reached the bottom, she felt an uncontrollable desire to touch herself. She was transfixed now, not thinking about anything but her pleasure, she pulled down her trousers and panties, her furry legs and pussy, never before seen publically, never before having felt the cool breeze on them like this. Her fingers frantically frigging at her furry pussy, she began to feel an orgasm building inside her. She wanted to scream out, call everyone everywhere to come see, to come fuck her. 

"Oh shit...fuck!" she exclaimed, suddenly realising what she was doing, and re-dressing herself.

"I've so got to get out of here," she said, making a decision to go now, far away and not come back till morning.

But only seconds after she had adjusted herself, but a gentleman approached her. 

"You must be Megan," he said walking over to her, "I'm Jim, a friend of your mother's, she thought it might be quite nice if I came and spent some time getting to know you."

Megan looked at him with immediate carnal desire, and no doubt he could tell. He held out his hand as if to shake hands, and when Megan extended hers to meet him, fire still in her eyes, she watched him bend down and kiss her hand, her hand that had just been stroking her soaked cunt. She wondered if he could smell her sex, whether he could taste her juices on her hand. She had visions of him licking her right there, strangers fucking in front of her parent's house.

He could sense the depravity of her thoughts, she knew it. 

"You look ravishing," he said, "here let me take you into the party."

She had no choice now but to be escorted inside by this kind gentleman. She wished that he was not so kind, that he would just stop here right now and have his way with her, force himself on her. Because if he didn't, maybe she would, maybe she wouldn't be able to stop herself forcing him to the ground and straddling his face. Maybe. But no she had no choice but to go inside.

Jim was wearing a vampire costume, complete with fake blood around his lips, and strange eyebrows. Oh how Megan wished he would sink his teeth into her neck, or suck her womanly juices from her hairy wet cunt. He held her hand to his mouth, he was sniffing her scent surely she thought, he knew she had been fingering herself, maybe he'd even seen. She wanted him now, right now, and she went immediately in for a deep lingering wet snog.




Daddy, Am I A Werewolf?



To say he was somewhat surprised by her forwardness is most likely a major understatement. He had met her mother through work, and she had thought him a nice young man, slightly older than Megan, but nonetheless the sort of decent guy she needed to get her out of her room once in a while. She had invited him today on her 21st birthday, expecting Megan to be her usual distant self and shy away from Jim, but had hoped that maybe love might blossom. She certainly didn't expect her daughter to sticking her tongue down his throat after only seconds of meeting as she opened the front door.

"Wow now that is a record. My little Megan's first kiss. It must be love at first sight," she said clapping her hands gleefully.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Theresa, I don't know what came over...me," he said taking the blame for Megan's unladylike conduct.

Megan's mother just giggled, and said: "You lovebirds take your time," and walked back inside.

As soon as her mother was gone, Megan again grabbed Jim's face with both hands and began to force her tongue into his mouth. He struggled a little, clearly wondering what an earth he had let himself in for, but the bulge in his pants, suddenly apparent to Megan, gave the game away, and she grabbed it.

He squirmed away. "Oh wow, erm this is all going a bit quickly don't you think?"

Megan suddenly aware of what a slut she was being, again tried to clear the debauched thoughts she was having from her mind. 

"Oh shit, fuck, I don't know what's come over me today, I'm so sorry."

"That's okay," Jim said, "But maybe we should go inside now, and maybe later when we get to know each other a little better, well maybe we can do this again."

"Okay yes, sure," Megan said finally feeling composed enough to go inside.

"Can I have my cock back then?" Jim said.

"Oh fuck, sorry," Megan said suddenly realizing she had been rubbing his cock between her fingers all this time, and withdrawing her hand. 

"That's okay. I may need a cold shower before I go inside now though," he joked, looking down at the bulge in his pants.

"I have a better idea," Megan said suddenly overtaken again by the unrelenting lust she felt for everything right now. In seconds, she was on her knees, pulling his slacks down and had his cock in her mouth.

"Oh fuck girl, slow down, damn, I thought we said this was too fast." He tried to plead with her, he tried to push her away, but it was no use.

"Oh fuuuucccckkkk!" he cried out, as he began to cum in her mouth. Her first blow job, executed like a professional porn star, her eyes still burning brightly looking up at him, begging him to fuck her mouth, cum oozing out of the corners of her mouth, unable to take the full load.

After she had taken everything he had to give, she stood up and again rammed her face against his. His cum dribbling from her mouth, on her chin, now being smeared on his face too.

"Oh fuck, you are a fucking dirty slut, this isn't what I came here for," he said, before pushing her onto the ground. As he wiped his mouth of his own cum, and began to pull up his slacks, he watched her just lying there, licking her lips, licking her fingers, staring at him, her eyes burning wide. He stopped and paused, considering whether he could pass up this opportunity, and then he was gone, off into the night.

As Megan lay there still, completely taken over by feelings of self-gratification, her fingers again stroking down the treasure trail leading from belly button down towards her sopping wet pussy, her cum-covered fingers, she had no concept of where she was. She had lost control, and it didn't seem like there was any back.

"Megan, you're sick!" she heard bellowing from a window up above her. It was Carly. "I saw everything you just did. I'm telling Dad!" before she disappeared from view.

Megan was undeterred, but now thoughts filled her head of her dad, bending her over his knee, spanking her plump ass, parting her cheeks to reveal her hairy crevice, plunging his tongue deep into her asshole. She squirmed on the grass in front of her home, oblivious to the passers-by stopping in wonder to stare at her.

The door to the house opened, and her Dad strode out, the rest of the family looking on from the doorway.

As she saw him approach, a sudden guilt rolled over her, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong with me daddy?" she asked, as he knelt down beside her.

"It's ok baby, come inside, I'll explain everything."

Her Dad held her tightly as they walked into the house past her disbelieving mother and siblings. 

"Stay here you lot. She's had a terrible experience. She'll be fine in a moment."

He was calm and assured as he escorted her upstairs to her bedroom. She sobbed still, unsure of what was happening to her, still having to shake thoughts of her father's cock from her mind, intrigued at what he might have to explain. What did he know that she didn't? Had he known something all along?

He took her into her parents' bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. She resumed a foetal position, sucking her thumb, unsure of what revelations were coming next.

"I have something to tell you," he began, "it's going to be hard to hear, but it's time you learnt the truth."

"Daddy?" she said, sitting up.

"The truth is I'm not your father. We are related, but I'm not your father. Technically I'm your uncle."

"And Mummy?"

"No, Theresa is your real mother, I'm just not your father."

"What about Carly and Jason?"

"I am their father, and Theresa is their mother, you are the only one who has a different Dad."

"Why are you telling me this Daddy?"

"Okay just listen, it's important you hear the whole story. You see when I was younger, my younger brother, Caspar, was very much like you. Everyone thought he was a bit weird and he would keep himself to himself, lock himself away. Later we discovered he was trying to control himself, like you have done. Something happened to him when there was a full moon, something strange and perverted, I think you know what I mean."

"Yes Daddy."

"One night, the pressure became too much for him. A full moon was out, and he had just turned 21 a few weeks before. Suddenly the desire seemed to consume him, it was all he could think about, and he took your mother by force."

"You have to control yourself Megan. You have to fight this thing. I had hoped that it wasn't true, that you hadn't inherited this disease. But now I know I have just been hiding my head in the sand. We should have got you help long ago."

"Help? What do you mean Daddy?"

"I mean support. Professional support for your illness. Maybe they could cure you, stop you being the way you are?"

"Daddy, am I a werewolf?" Megan asked.

"A werewolf? Why would you say that?"

"Well I change when there's a full moon too, like your brother did. And then there's the fur."

"What do you mean fur?"

"Oh..I..I thought you knew. Didn't your brother have fur?" Megan was embarrassed now, she had hidden it so well for all these years, maybe that wasn't related to this at all.

"Show me," her father demanded.

"Oh Daddy no, I couldn't, you don't want to see me naked."

"Show me!" he shouted, louder this time. 

Still Megan lay there, sobbing, not moving, not wanting her father to see her disgusting hairy body.

"Well, if you won't show me willingly, there's only one thing for it," he said, as he suddenly grabbed her and began to pull at her clothes.

"Daddy no, please don't daddy!" she shouted, she screamed, but it was no use, he ripped her blouse from her, and threw it onto the floor. Still she pleaded, as he dragged her trousers and knickers off her.

As he looked upon her naked, fur-covered body. He felt his cock throbbing. Not only because of the lust for his daughter that had long laid dormant inside him, but because secretly he had always had a major fetish for hirsute women. His eyes darted between the hairy mound of pubic hair disguising her fresh young cunt and the thick layers of dark hair sprouting from her underarms. The curls of dark brown circling her areolas, the tight-weaved threads of hair covering her beautiful legs, the pathway of darkness leading to her sweet asshole, it was all too much for him. He wanted to pin her down right there and then, he wanted to take his daughter's virginity, and fulfil all his fantasies with her.

She could sense it immediately. The lust in his eyes was unavoidable, and immediately the intensity between them grew. Megan knew right then she was going to fuck her big strong daddy. She had some kind of extra-sensory perception, like she could read his thoughts, she knew exactly what he wanted, and she was going to give it to him right there on that bed.

She leapt forward, pressing her pungent, hairy pits into her father's face. He was shocked, surprised by his daughter's boldness, but he could not pull away. He inhaled in her sweet scent, and he wanted more, so much more.

The rest of her family suddenly shot through the door, just in time to see Megan completely exposed, her fur-covered body, shocking to their eyes, rubbing her father's face in her hairy pussy, wild as an animal.

Michael pushed her down onto the bed. "Hold her down! I can't control her on my own, she's too strong!" he shouted, and the family surrounded her, pinning her down, but not wanting to be subject to the same kind of torture their father had just been.

She struggled, and thrashed around, trying to get them off of her.

"Go and get me a bowl of warm water and a razor, Jason," her father demanded.

"No Daddy, it doesn't work, it just comes back," Megan pleaded, "just make them all go away and leave us alone, please daddy!"

Sure enough though, the dutiful son appeared with the shaving apparatus. 

"Hold her down!" her Dad demanded again, as he rinsed the blades of the razor in the water, and began to shave the fur from her exposed pussy, and in doing so hoping to remove whatever pheromones this animal must have locked within each fibre, willing him to deflower his daughter. It took several more bowls of water, and several more razors until he was satisfied, all the hair removed from my body, naked and smooth like her mother and sister. There was still something there, he still felt something, but it was not as intense now, he could think again.

"Now then let's see," her Dad said looking intently at Megan's exposed naked body.

They didn't have to wait long, sure enough, just as Megan had said, an unnatural thing began to happen, just as it always did. It was like watching grass grown in super high speed, but this was not high speed, this was just normal. Shoots of hair emerging everywhere and growing at an astonishing rate. It took an hour as they sat and watched in awe, before Megan's fur had returned thicker and darker even than it was before.

"Do it again, get rid of it," her mother screamed, as her father yet again went to work with the razor. Three times he shaved her, and each time it grew back quicker and thicker than before.

"Daddy? Am I a werewolf?" Megan sobbed as her family looked at one another shocked.

"I don't know what you are honey, but I don't think there's a professional to help with this kind of thing."

"Oh Daddy!" she cried again and hugged her father, her father now aware again of coarse, thick hair drawing him in as he held her naked body.

"Leave us for a minute," he said to the others, as he consoled her.

As he held her, Megan once again began to have visions of his cock inside her. It wasn't difficult, after all she was naked in his arms already. He had already touched her in the most intimate places a man ever had by shaving her bare, but now her fur had returned, and so had the animal inside her wanting sweet release, wanting to be fucked for the first time.

"Feel how wet I am Daddy," she pleaded, as she grabbed his hand and pulled it towards her pussy.

"Oh no, baby, come on. I'm your father. You have to control yourself or you will end up like him."

"I thought you said you weren't my daddy," she said coyly, as he tore his hand aware from her, and she pressed her own fingers to her enraged clit.

"I may not be your father, but I'm still your daddy. I'll always be that."

"What if I don't want you to be my daddy anymore, what if I want you to fuck me."

He felt his cock stiffen at the prospect, but was equally disgusted with himself. Yes of course he had thought about it. Maybe that's why he didn't do anything sooner, maybe his perverted subconscious had been desperate for this day to come, maybe he wanted to fuck his daughter, his niece, whatever she was to him. But again he composed himself.

"Come on sweetie. Come back to me. You don't want to go down this path and end up like your real father."

She rubbed her hands over her hairy cunt, feeling the wetness that was building again, before placing a single finger on his lips.

"Mmmmm. Shhh daddy! He fucked mummy. I'd like to fuck mummy too, so I guess maybe I would."

"You don't want to end up in jail for forcing yourself on someone do you?"

Megan considered the words. Jail. Prison. She had more or less created a prison for herself in her own home, what difference would it be if she was locked away somewhere else. She could fuck the prison guards, and have hot lesbian sex with the other inmates. Actually it sounded damn hot to her right now, all except for the fact that she would no longer be able to fuck her family.

"You want me to force you?" she said, "because I could you know."

"Come on Megan don't do this, snap out of it."

But it was too late, Megan had lost all sense of reasoning, and the moon high in the sky was compelling her onwards. She leant forward and licked his face playfully. 

"Don't pretend you don't want me Daddy. You always have. I want you to be the first. The first to fuck your daughter's tight pussy."

He tried to get up, and leave, but she was quicker, lunging past him and locking the bedroom door before standing in front of it.

"Come on Megan move out of the way."

"Make me." She said

He grabbed her by the waist and tried to lift her out of the way, but instantly she wrapped her legs around him like a vice, and began trying to force her tongue into his closed mouth.

It was all too much for him, and he suddenly turned and slammed her down on to the bed.

"Okay fine, you want it, you're fucking going to get it," he said, unaware of how much of a frenzy he had worked himself up to.

He ripped open his shirt and undid his flies to reveal his monstrous cock, before swiftly and roughly penetrating his daughter's tiny cunt, feeling her hairy bush tickling his balls.

"Oh yes, Daddy, fuck me!" she cried out, as his cock tore away her virginity and filled her with his seed, as he inhaled her sweet essence, pressing his nose deep into her hairy pits again.

After he had finished though, and even though she had experienced another powerful orgasm of her own, her thirst for more was unquenched and she squatted on his face, his cum leaking out onto his face.

"Oh you dirty cunt Daddy, yes lick me, lick my hairy pussy."

He had very little choice, she was suffocating his face with her womanhood, smeared in his own cream. But he was transfixed now, mesmerised by her animal beauty and she bent forward and took his cock in her mouth, slurping at it like an ice lolly.

No one else ever found out what happened that night, but fearing for her daughter's freedom, her father continued to fuck Megan every full moon, allowing the animal inside her to focus solely on him. The rest of the time she was her usual self, and no one knew of the disgusting thoughts that constantly plagued her.

This Halloween though, Megan has escaped, who knows where to. It is a full moon, and she is like a dog on heat, fur covering her naked body as she seeks out her prey. Men, women -- she doesn't care, but she wants you to fuck her, and she's coming for you, and there's nothing can be done to stop her.

"Happy Halloween!" she will say when she is forcing you to lick her cum-drenched cunt, "Happy Halloween!" 



Daddy and 18-year-old Daughter Dhan



Meet Daddy's favorite girl - his beautiful, longhaired, long-lashed, long-legged, 18-year-old daughter Dhana.

At the backyard pool, Daddy watches Dhana splash in her new white bikini, & Daddy smiles...his youngest daughter, who is headed off to college this fall, was a late bloomer, but now she is turning into such a beauty! She has a sparkling, quick, grin, rose-strawberry lips, and a bright laugh. Her formerly skinny, coltish body is now blooming, her little girl breasts swelling beneath the skimpy striped top, her long legs curved and supple, glistening in the chlorinated water.

Daddy so enjoys her happy laugh as she tosses her auburn hair over her white bare shoulders

Dhana waves back to Daddy.

Dhana loves her Daddy, too. He's so big and strong. He's so much fun.

But tonight, after the pool, Daddy has to leave on a business trip.

For a week, Dhana pines for her Daddy.

Nothing is as fun without Daddy. Not swimming, not TV, not games...

She didn't know how much she'd miss him! Dhana's had boyfriends in high school, but nobody she really loved as much as Daddy. Truth is, she's still (almost) a virgin -- at 18!

When Daddy finally comes home, the house is dark and everyone's asleep.

Daddy walks by Dhana's room, and pauses at the door. It's open a little...

He sees that Dhana has pushed off her covers.

In the moonlight, her pretty little white nightgown with the little red flowers embroidered on the hem has slipped up in the hot night.

Her long bare legs are tan and glistening from her happy days at the pool.

Daddy sees she's put on one of his rings, from his dresser, on her little toe.

He smiles. That's so cute!

Daddy puts down his briefcase.

He decides to kiss his sleeping daughter goodnight.

He's missed her so, and she's so beautiful.

He walks in and sits down on the bed by his sleeping daughter.

She sighs as the bed bounces...turns onto her back, still sleeping, and her slanted nightgown top slips off her shoulder, revealing just the edge of a perfect, pert, cup-sized left breast.

Daddy smiles, leans down, and kisses her cheek. Soon he won't be able to do this...she'll be at college.

She stretches out, smiling...even asleep, she can tell Daddy's here...

Still sleeping, she smiles as Daddy gives her little butterfly kisses. He brushes her bare shoulder with his hand. He strokes along her neck and throat.

Her legs stretch out...long...parting slightly...

His hand lovingly brushes her hair, and then softly caresses her shoulders, and smoothes the top of her nightie back up over her growing curves.

Dhana sighs with pleasure as he strokes her.

"Hi, honey," he whispers.

She doesn't wake yet.

As she shifts, her nightgown hem slips up, to reveal her new blue panties, her bikini pair. They are tucked neatly between her legs, the left side folded against her own fold of skin, sleek and soft and tight, a wedge of thin cotton over the soft swelling.

Daddy looks at as his daughter's legs, even as he still absently strokes her shoulders.

Her thighs tense up a little, then relax, under Daddy's soft sweeping hand.

Daddy marvels at how his daughter's white skin practically gleams beneath his firm hand, frictionless and powdery.

Daddy's hand loving her smooth skin, tracing with his fingers along its slick, hot white surface.

He leans forward, planning on giving her one last light kiss to the cheek, but when his sleeping daughter senses Daddy near?

She moves a little, unconsciously, and her lips meet his.

Their lips touch.

His taste so sweet and hot. Hers are like perfume, red cinnamony candy, white teeth --near perfumed breath -- he adores the way she feels and tastes.

Dhana sighs, and he breathes her in.

Their tongues entangle lightly. Then wetly.

She whimpers and raises up a little to meet him.

In her dreams, she's kissing dream Daddy, too.

Both.

He lightly runs the tip of his tongue around just the inside of her mouth.

Dhana pulls at his tongue a little, a light suction.

Daddy's hand brushes Dhana's thigh.

"Daddy, mmmm," she murmurs, still half asleep.

As Dhana kisses her Daddy, she feels the first flickering of a gentle, tiny warm flame along her body, from her neck down to her middle.

Daddy and Dhana now kiss deeply, their tongues socketing in each other's mouths.

Daddy decides he'll just kiss once more. He'll get comfortable.

Even as they continue to kiss, Daddy now softly, gently, without making noise, lies down next to Dhana.

He takes her into his arms. Her scent is a high, clean, yeasty soap, her warmth, her feather light limbs...her arms are sheeny with warmth.

She wants in closer and so does he.. She pants a little. So does he.

Closer.

Daddy smells so good. Dhana does, too.

Heat between them. Skin to skin.

Dhana now slowly wakens to her Daddy's handsome, smiling face.

She sighs happily.

"Oh, daddy, you're home." she whispers. "I missed you so.

"I missed you too, sugar."

"And I -" she blushes, "I think I was just dreaming of you."

"I've been dreaming about you, too."

She leans forward, giggling, to kiss him a little again, and Daddy sees that once again her left breast is half cupped in the folds of the cloth, the top of her strawberry nipple peeking out.

Daddy doesn't re-cover it this time.

He leaves it naked.

Daddy's hand strokes softly along her covered hip. It feels so hot and good to her and to him.

Dhana whispers, "I was dreaming -- about when we took our swim together last month? After everyone else left."

Daddy brushes the hair back from her forehead.

"Yes, I remember, too. Just you and me, huh."

Dhana's voice grows excited and hoarse. Daddy's hands run over her slim hips.

"We swam." she whispers.

"Yeah."

"We...broke the rules."

"Uh huh."

"I... you...had me..." She blushes." we swam."

"Yes. Tell me how."

"Daddy, you swam along the pool with me like..."

She reaches out for his leg, holding it softly, pulling it towards her middle.

"... that."

"Yes, kitten. It felt so good."

He hugs her tightly around the waist. Her legs fasten around his thigh. The ring flashes on her little toe. Her hair shifts, brushing his stomach.

His hands pet her sweetly. One wrist brushes her nearly naked nipple, and it's like electricity in Dhana.

She loves the feel of his body. And Daddy loves his daughter's body against him. It feels better than he could have imagined.

Heat between them. Daddy's leg is so strong.

"Daddy, stay home this time, don't' leave again. And can we go swimming again?"

"Sure, Dhana. We'll go swimming a lot."

"We will?"

"Every day. I'll bring you a new bikini. Every day."

"Daddy...please..." Her lips brush his neck.

"I'll help you put it on if you want to."

"I would."

They kiss each other, passionately now -- the sound of their kisses softly filling the room.

But Daddy's not letting her keep her legs around his right thigh.

The little flickering flame along her skin now pulses to her middle.

It flares between her legs. Hungry.

She wants to clamp down.

Daddy won't let her.

Still, his big legs are oak, strong, she holds herself against them, and Dream Daddy is strong. Daddy's fingers flutter along the fresh little curve between her hips, her untouched center.

Dhana snuggles against him, massaging Daddy's back, And Daddy does the same for Dhana, his big hands going down to the small of her back...then lower...

..they are lying facing each other now.

Exploring.

Dhana's hands brush Daddy's pants in front. He groans.

Daddy's palms massage against Dhana's pert little bottom, and slightly cup her, pulling her apart a little.

In front, her middle feels hotter.

Dhana feels heat between her legs and a new slickness. There is a new smell, too, her own scent.

Daddy takes in a breath.

Dhana loves how she can make Daddy sigh.

Her panties bow a little bit as Daddy's fingertips kiss all along the scalloped edge of the cotton.

Daddy still holds her a little apart from him, but the air between their bodies is hot and electric.

Daddy's fingers brush the newly developed little protruding lips of her slit through the cloth.

His fingers tease at her, and she moans. She bows against him.

"Would you like to pretend we're at the pool now?" he asks her softly.

Her breath quickens, and her lips go against his neck, the rough but velvety jaw.

"Oh, Daddy...Please."

Are you sure, honey?""

"Daddy, I want to." Dhana whimpers.

She leans in a little against his hand below. This time he lets her stay.

His strong hand feels good against her middle. So hot down there.

Daddy stays just like he is, his fingers still. Hard against her little sweetening cotton covered slit mound.

She pushes into him a little, rocking.

He tentatively feels her lips, just parting...but then...

Daddy finally pulls away and she whimpers.

He smiles in the moonlight. He runs his hands along her hip and she shivers.

"I think," he finally says, "that if we are going to swim, you shouldn't have on this nightgown. Not for swimming."

"No, Daddy. I shouldn't. Not for swimming. Uh huh."

"I'll take it off then sugar."

"Oh please Daddy."

she's hungry now, feels wild.

Daddy pulls up her little nightgown, pulling it over her shoulders slowly, revealing her naked breasts and body.

Dhana sighs as the cloth runs over her body.

Slickly it comes off... over her head. her arms up. her long hair spread out...

And now his lovely long legged daughter is only wearing little bikini panties, almost nude in the hot night.

She lies on her back, her arms over her head, staying as they were when he pulled off her nightgown.

Ready for Daddy's inspection.

Daddy can't believe it as he looks at her body. He gently traces along her waist with one soft finger.

She's tall, nearly five ten. Her body is so long and slim, her hips revealing her muscled belly, inwardly curved and beautiful. His finger traces to her small-cupped breasts with the strawberry colored nipples that turn upright in the moonlight -- her pert schoolgirl breasts that look almost wet in the night. Her legs are so shapely and endlessly long. The triangle of her panties in the middle of her hips.

Daddy's finger on her nipple makes it all hot. Dhana relaxes, groaning.

She feels so good, the air on her skin glowing.

She loves being half naked, splayed out on the bed next to Daddy, naked save for her little slanted blue panties.

A doll for him to play with.

Her body hot and ready. No boy has made her feel like this -- and she's tired of not having who she really wants.

Daddy.

He slowly smoothes her skin, palming her shoulders and then down her sides. Dandling her soft breasts and then stroking along her hollow belly. Down to her legs.

Playing with the body of his nearly nude Dhana.

For silent minutes, he commandingly and appreciatively runs his hands along her body, her arms, legs, and shoulders. avoiding her covered sex and her middle, just touching her all over the rest.

Now Daddy, with a smile, gently rolls her over.

She gasps, and smiles happily. Obediently lies on her stomach.

She slightly spreads her legs, peeking out from below her panties.

His daughter's bottom with its panties sucked into the middle.

He sighs.

She scissors her legs open slightly more.

When he sees his daughter's hot little shadowed mound, he tears his eyes away, and guiltily rolls her back over.

She looks surprised at Daddy.

"Oh, sugar," he gasps.

"It's good, Daddy. I love being touched by you."

"Oh, God."

"Please don't stop."

She takes his left hand and inserts his index finger into her mouth and gently sucks on it, her eyes watching him pleadingly.

Daddy groans. He can't help himself.

he leans forward and they kiss passionately.

She loves being in his arms.

He kisses her softly and then lets her back down on the bed.

She's on her back now, for Daddy.

Daddy gazes at her lovingly, and now his eyes go down to below her waist.

Dhana glances down. There is a little dark spot of wetness in the front of her tight, pretty little panties.

Daddy's looking, too, and seems fascinated and hungry by it.

The truth is, Daddy loves that her pussy is clearly outlined now, a tight little vertical slit, gray pearl line.

Daddy smiles when he sees it, and she relaxes. Moans. Lips flicker into a wicked smile.

Soon Dhana grows proud of the little wetness.

She opens her legs a little, slants one leg out.

Daddy leans forward to inspect her middle a little more...he so clearly loves seeing it.

Dhana thrust it forward. Presenting it to Daddy.

He lusts for it.

Daddy loves seeing the outlines of his daughter's sex through the cloth of her underwear.

In fact, he seems entranced.

Daddy bends a little bit closer to Dhana's middle, here on the bed. Daddy brings his face closer down.

She can feel his breath on her belly, light, teasing.

He hovers over her midsection, and strokes his daughter's concave, muscular belly softly, lovingly, and then runs his finger right down the widening wet line on her panties, claiming her boldly, and she gasps.

Her body arches. Bringing herself up to him. There is a hot flame, along with wetness, between her legs. Daddy's fingers feel wonderful.

She breathes in and out. Hunger. Wanting. Scenting. Sweetening more down there.

Daddy raises back up, face to face with Dhana, keeping a hold of her hips.

They kiss, hot and without holding back now. Dhana's tongue goes into Daddy's mouth.

Exploring. Hugging against him. Dhana rolls Daddy's tongue with her own, holding it almost expertly, instinctively, sucking it. Sucking softly on it. daddy tastes like mints.

Daddy groans. Daddy's tongue pushes back now, goes into her mouth strongly, exploring.

She wants to be explored and tongued.

Her nipples rub against Daddy's chest as she writhes against him. She is muscular, taut, her nubbin of a belly button stretching slightly. Daddy can't believe how good she feels.

Daddy finally breaks the kiss and they both breathe hard.

Hot breath between them.

"Daddy, I'm all hot down there."

"Yes, sugar. It makes you beautiful."

He palms her, her body rising up to meet his hand.

Dhana's nipples tighten up, and glow. Her calves bend in, her toes spreading.

He smoothes her viola-shaped back with his hands, running them up and down her spine, feeling each vertebrae. Daddy's strong hands feel like a drug flooding her.

But he pulls away from her middle, his forehead wrinkling, clearly feeling guilty.

"I shouldn't ...touch you down there," he says.

"Why not, Daddy?"

He just smiles and shakes his head.

"I'm gonna try to be good."

"But Daddy, you promised me we could swim like we did in the pool."

"Yes. Well -"

She puffs out her red lips, pouting, teasing.

"At least let's do that, Daddy, oh please!

He smiles, his eyes troubled..

"Okay, sugar. But we'll leave your panties on. That'll be the rule."

:Okay, daddy."

"Time for the pool ride," he whispers, smiling again.

She nods.

Finally.

He smiles, and now just gently scoops her off the bed. He lies down, holding her up in the air. She floats as if she weighs almost nothing.

Daddy holds her over him, and opens his legs, then sets her right down on his muscled right thigh, spreading her legs so her middle is against his trouser leg, her thighs on either side of him.

Heat between her legs, like nothing she's ever had.

Oh, it's so good for Dhana.

"This is how Daddy and Dhana swam in the pool, sugar," he whispers.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, please."

He feels so good under her middle. Her underwear rubs against her little flattening mound.

Dhana groans and now her thighs tense, and she grips him tighter.

Tighter.

Riding him now.

"Oh..." she moans, a little more loudly.

Her fresh little sleek lips down there grip onto his muscular thigh, sliding like slickness and her own lubrication, the fine translucent hairs on her upper tanned thigh like soft down against his palms.

Slipping onto Daddy. Sucking up against him down below, her virgin pussy like a second mouth, sucking hungrily.

Diana's pretty face distracting into a frown as she concentrates on this new sensation.

Her clit engorging, rolling, feeling hotter. Feeling like the tongue in her new little mouth.

She moans.

Daddy shushes her gently.

But Dana is lost in her new hot lust.

Pressing down. Riding.

Riding Daddy.

Dhana groans. It feels so good down in her hot middle. Heating.

Dhana grips tighter, adjusting to get a better-wet grip. She closes her eyes as she is clamping down. Rocking a little. Her panties are wrinkling and being pushed to one side by the leg fucking. Oh, Daddy's thigh feels so good, trapped between her legs

The sound of her pussy sucking against Daddy. Just the sound in the silent night. Sucking. Moving. Heating.

Juice trickles down either side of Daddy's thigh, spreading Dhana's wetness along Daddy's suit leg.

She rocks and whimpers for a while, until Daddy groans.

"Sugar," Daddy says hoarsely, "you feel so good. I can feel you tightening up on me."

"This is just what we did at the pool, Daddy. Only more."

"yes."

She rocks some more. The heat between her legs grows. She can feel herself below in a new way, like she's unfurling and warming and growing.

Her pussy feeling like a separate thing, a hungry thing by itself.

He stops.

"Don't stop, Daddy, not this time, please."

"No?"

"No."

But he does. And now he lifts her slightly off his leg. She tries to go back. Little wet lips below aching for more touch.

He holds her up, smiling.

She almost cries with frustration.

Daddy's smile is shadowed.

He lifts her up and puts her beside him.

"The rule is that we can't make noise, honey. Can you be quiet? Then we can do more of that. But you have to stay very quiet."

"Yes, Daddy."

She hugs him. He's so big and strong. She kisses his neck and touches his tie.

"Daddy, I love breaking the rules with you."

"Sugar pie."

She nods, her middle heating even more. She looks at him, almost pouting.

She wants back on him. He doesn't move.

"Daddy, what about your clothes, too? You wouldn't have this on in the pool."

He smiles.

"No?"

"Not if I don't." She makes a little pout.

"Okay, sugar," he says huskily.

He starts to remove his tie.

Dhana smiles and eagerly comes forward, her little hands helping him pull down his pants and takeoff his shirt, his belt buckle clinking...

But when Dhana eagerly pulls at Daddy's underwear, he stops her hand.

He doesn't let her take off his underwear.

"Hang on," he whispers.

Dhana whimpers petulantly.

For a minute, Dhana doesn't move from Daddy's thighs, her hands on either side of his white underwear.

The big bulge in the front fascinates her.

She leans forward to kiss it, and Daddy pulls her up and holds her.

He is breathing hard.

"No, sugar."

"Daddy, please. I want to."

"No...but..." His loving face is troubled...but as he looks at her, all wet and gleaming, he swallows....

She lays her head against his thighs and sighs, her hot breath on his legs.

"Oh, god," he gaps....

and he can't help himself.

"Let's strip you first, honey."

She sighs hungrily, nodding, not trusting herself to speak, she's so happy.

Daddy hovers over her. His face is smoldering hungry desire-filled as he looks down at her.

He palms the sides of her bikini underwear.

"mmm please, please." she murmurs.

She wants to be naked for Daddy so badly.

Daddy simply puts Dhana down on the bed now. He kneels beside her, stroking her until she whimpers.

Now Daddy he puts his hands on either side of her panties.




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He hooks his finger on either side.

Dhana arches her back in anticipation...

But now he pulls up gently, not down. Dhana is surprised, then gasps at the sensation.

It's wonderful. Her pussy feels cupped and gripped by the wet hammock of cloth.

Her pulled up underwear ride into her slit and outline the wet taut flesh below. A double line of her pussy lips appears in the wet relief. Her whole pussy comes through the cloth, cradled by the wet silk.

Daddy's eyes feast on her avidly. He gently rocks her, manipulating her expertly.

And she understands.

She is...

On display, wet, for Daddy,

Her clit being rocked by Daddy. In it's little sling.

Her clitoris begins to fatten up through the friction of the wet cloth that Daddy pulls on as if it's a handle for her pussy -- her tight white little sex on display for him. Cherished. Covered like a gift-wrapped package.

She almost hums down there.

Daddy groans as he watches. Watches her own little covered slit.

Turned on by her engorged wet pussy through the watering cloth.

Now Daddy released his hold on each side of her underwear.

"You're teasing me now, Daddy," she groans.

He doesn't reply.

And he softly pulls them down just an inch. Playing with her.

He wants to make this first display of his daughter's pussy last a long time.

The top of her pubic crease comes into view up above, just above the panty top.

There's just a sparse sprinkling of translucent hair along the tanned, V shaped crease that leads to her clit.

He stops right there.

Daddy looks closely at her, examining his daughter's pussy.

Daddy sees that mostly she's still hairless, the mound of her pubis shyly visible through the moonlight cotton.

The sight enraptures daddy.

"Please uncover more of me, Daddy, please" she pleads. Loving the pulse in his temple as it increases....

He pulls them down another two inches, and the V where it intersects with her slim thighs comes into view.

Her clit fattens more, and she groans. Daddy needs to touch her, but he doesn't.

He looks hungrily at the vertical white slit, so tight, the top of it now gleaming.

He lowers another two inches, and now he can see her fat, stiffening little sleek clitoris, the front of which is presenting itself, pushing through the lips, one little folded perfect tip, like an unblown rose.

"I love the way you look, sweetie."

"Oh, Daddy."

It's shining.

His daughter is already drenching wet. Growing. The translucent-haired, pink sides of her wonderful pussy blushing. Drooling.

Daddy groans with lust and desire.

He wants his mouth on her pussy.

He inhales her, coming close. She pinkens up more.

She pleads softly with him to touch her.

He nods, and hungrily leans forward, his mouth opening, and now...

He actually makes contact with his tongue and lips! He kisses her slit through the cotton V which still encloses her young, tight, white pussy, all incensing up and plumping up and beginning to leak its juice into the cotton.

His tongue laving her, washing along the cloth, swishing and sucking up through it, testing, hungrily.

She groans and comes up off the bed, her haunches rising. Trying to thrust into Daddy's eager, sucking mouth. But Daddy just keeps the tip of his tongue in contact with the panty cloth, the bulging wet clit.

The heat is incredible in her little pinkening slit, almost drooling with juice now that sops into the bunched up crease of her panties below.

But Daddy pulls away.

Dhana writhes now, her wet panties sopping.

"Daddy, don't stop.. Take my panties down. O please."

"I...you're so beautiful, sugar. But - "

"Daddy, please fuck me."

He groan erupts from his lips.

He bows his head, and gives in to his incredible hunger to see his daughter's pussy.

Now, with one motion, he yanks, smoothly, and rolls her panties down.

Dhana's wet panties come down and slither off her legs. She raises her buttocks to help.

Her panties come off of her ankles. Daddy puts them on the bed next to her, carefully.

Dhana stretches and moans hungrily.

Now she is naked on the bed -- splayed out for Daddy.

Her shoulders are up, her nipples are hard, and her long legs are nearly slick with the heat...

She groans for his touch.

Daddy folds her wet panties.

"These will stay right here unless you make too much noise. If you do," he whispers with a frown." I'll have to use your panties as a little gag for you, sugar. Press them against your mouth. Okay?"

"I'll...try to be quiet, Daddy," she whispers.

"That's a good girl."

Daddy returns to looking at her beautiful, wet, slavering, little pussy, with its nearly rigid clit all swollen and growing, is revealed in the moonlight.

Daddy comes forward to inhale her scent, and he sighs hungrily.

He holds her legs gently, and turns her to admire her from every angle, like a little love doll.

Her virgin pussy shines in its own juices, a whiter line against pink-mouthed lips.

He's so excited. He's never been so excited.

"Dhana, you're the prettiest I've ever seen."

She's on fire, bucking up, trying to raise her hot crotch up to Daddy's face.. He hasn't touched her pussy.!He's teasing her, she can feel his warm breath, but... He's touching all around it, but it feels like it needs him on her, it's hungry and he won't touch it yet.

He's still trying to be good, even now.

She feels a wild flame adding to the growing itchy hotness between her legs.

Daddy puts his hands down on either side of her pussy.

He still doesn't touch it, but pulls the skin away just on either side of her tight slit.

It opens her pussy for his inspection -- her little slit is seined with moisture. Her pink lips slowly roll back, under his guiding palms.

She emits a sweet scent that fills his nose with pleasure. She smells it too and it makes her even hungrier.

Dhana feels an electrical pleasure running up her spine. She gasps.

She feels his breath.

Daddy's powerless to stop his own hunger for his daughter's pussy. He gives up trying.

He wants to eat it.

His fingers roll her clit like a marble in oil. Her red virginal pussy lips, a thin little beautiful scallop of flesh on either side of her clit, unfurl their tiny lengths open like a flower, revealing more wet flesh, with succulent juice exuding. Daddy peels her pussy open a little more, dying to taste it, to get his mouth on its growing red lushness. He fingers along the left side of her pussy lips, watching fascinated as the tiny strip of flesh undulates under his finger...

Agggh...Dhana sighs, trying to stay quiet. It's so hard.

"Your little kitten?" he whispers. "It has the sleekest pink lips. A little Y that folds into the top of your thighs.

"Do you like my kitty, Daddy?' she gasps.

Kiss it, please, please, take it, she thinks pleads silently.

"I love it, honey."

His voice is loving, thick with desire.

His fingers part her clean-cut lips, pushing them aside to get to her clit, which he so hungers for. It is now stiffly upright, engorged and proud. Like a tiny little red piece sex flesh that needs to be eaten and taken, glistening in its own excitement.

"It's the most gorgeous kitty I've ever seen, honey. Want Daddy to show you how much he loves it?"

"Please, Daddy."

"I'm going to eat it, "he says, fascinated.

Daddy's so hungry for Dhana to be in his mouth. Hungry to suck up that clit first and then feed on it all.

Daddy lets go of her upper thighs. she gasps.

Daddy pushes her legs wide apart, strongly, and, his eyes still fixated on her pussy, he kneels before her, and pulls her towards him as his head goes down towards her pussy.

Daddy is now between his daughter's legs, lying down, spreading her knees.

Daddy licks lovingly but avidly all along the insides of her long, coltish lean thighs.

Her soft white skin tastes so good. A little salty and sweet, too.

He licks further up past the opening curve of the top of her open thighs.

Dhana is splayed out for her Daddy. She gasps.

Daddy licks with his tongue up her inner thighs, and sees the neat little Y of her pussy above, gleaming in the moonlight, tight and with just the tip of her glistening new clit peeking from the vertical lips like a dew dripping rose.

He just stares hungrily. Daddy has never seen anything he wants to take into his mouth more.

He wants to taste his daughter so badly. Nurse on her pussy. It's all he can think about.

He wants to taste and suck his daughter's pussy. Without the cloth between it and his mouth.

Dhana can look down and now she reaches down with her hands.

She wants to feel Daddy's head poised between her legs.

Now he is only inches from her slit, and he pauses.

Daddy and Dana's breaths are both coming fast now.

She is anticipating his mouth on her.

So is he.

He hungrily breathes her wonderful scent in. He looks with deep lust at wet little Y-shaped slit, which is leaking a little clear fluid nearly down to the crack of her ass.

He reaches forward with his tongue, and avidly touches just the tip to the pink ridge at the top of her gorgeous clit.

"Please, Daddy!"

daddy's tongue feels like a warm little mouth of its own. It laps at Dhana.

"Oh God!"

He sucks up the little trickle of juice that's just burst out of the taut lips, the grape of her clitoris, trickling down, to the curve of her beautiful ass, almost to the pink rosebud below.

She tastes peppery and sweet and he wants to suck on her like fruit.

Closer, and now a wet, warm pressing of lubricated tongue like a hot spot of light laving against her, sucking her up, inhaling her almost scentless juices, just a faint peppery lusciousness that he savors she's salty.

She groans loudly, and he shushes her, but he's too engrossed to keep his hungering mouth away from her pussy for more than a moment.

He gives her a quick smile and then his head eagerly goes back to her pussy.

Making murmuring sounds of pleasure, Daddy now sucks and laves his way down into the folds - he puts his hands under her ass and lifts it up so he can lick along the junction between her thighs and her ass.

Dhana groans. She can't believe how good it feels.

For two minutes he doesn't move much. Just stays with his mouth on her pussy. Palming her ass. Pulling her a part a little.

He's just getting familiar with her pussy. Learning it. Worshipping it. Cupping it with his mouth. Getting ready to know it better. Moving his mouth and tongue all around it, gauging it. Treasuring it. Preparing.

Daddy's never tasted anything so good as Dhana. All he can think about is sucking her.

Sucking her. Eating her. Sucking her pink lips in, feeling them wrinkle and unwrinkle up in his mouth, gathering them with his lips and tongue and vacuuming them in, his own lips widening to take more.

Daddy now reaches under her, palming her ass, lifting her up slightly, and parting her back thighs so he can lick all along her cheeks almost to her little red rosebud.

Dhana's so hot in her middle, she bucks a little till Daddy firmly keeps her from moving.

Daddy licks back up to her pink clitoris and its folds, now widening more and more, and he feeds on Dhana, hungrily licking now, sucking up all her juices, wanting more. It excites him to suck her juices, it makes him hungrier and hungrier.

He has a starving desire to drink her dry.

Soon the soft slight fur on her young pussy is drenched with his saliva along with her own juices. Her sparse hairs are wet with his saliva, too. His mouth travels up to the top of her slit and back down. Over and over.

Yes, Daddy has a starving desire to drink Dhana and eat Dhana's swelling, sleek, beautiful, wet pussy that moves like soft pink slit lips under his vacuuming mouth, his mouth fastening and keeping on her, even as she bucks, bucking along with her, taking her movement and encouraging it, loving feeling the sweet scented meat of her in his mouth.

As he sucks on it, he can feel her little marble shaped clit swelling in his mouth, and he eagerly laps at it, worshipping it, wanting nothing but to make it grow and grow in his mouth.

Now Daddy starts to suck in earnest.

For long minutes he sucks, but each time she feels herself growing close, he pulls away and shushes her.

It's an agony for her, but also the deepest pleasure she's ever. Had.

"Shush, Dhana,"

"Yes, Daddy." she groans almost helplessly beneath his sucking mouth. She's just an instrument for his oral pleasure now, for his addiction to sucking his daughter's pussy.

Daddy's hands roll up to his daughter's hips and then up, pushing her holding her, using her, controlling her for his own pleasure. His big hands palm her breasts, then spread under her to lift up her pert ass, his fingers paddling her ass checks apart just a little, pulling her pussy up closer so he can get to it better with his mouth.

To be eaten by Daddy. Controlled by Daddy. Used by Daddy for his pleasure and her own. Daddy is in charge of her hot, fastening pussy.

Completely in charge of his love doll daughter.

To make it easier for her to buck in and out of his mouth, Daddy now reaches up and puts the pillow further beneath her bottom to raise her up. Her legs are now splayed apart. The line of her pussy gleams.

He holds her legs apart, and Dhana opens them obediently to receive Daddy's licking.

Like a good little girl. She's gonna be sucked out by Daddy.

Daddy needs more to eat and drink. Daddy now begins to pull and suck at her pussy lips to the side of her taut, pert clit now, the pink lips growing redder, flaring.

Dhana buries her hands in Daddy's soft hair, pulling on his head.

Daddy is paying attention only to her pussy, his mouth glued to it, it's the only thing in Daddy's world right now, all by itself, something that Daddy desperately needs to worship and plump up and make come so he can drink his daughter all down.

this is Daddy's dream. Daddy wants everything this tight little pussy can give him, he wants all of it, all the fluids, all the pink glowing flesh, he wants to lave it up and down for hours.

Dhana just lets herself be so hungry. So, so hungry for Daddy's mouth to be on her.

He pulls her tight against his mouth and parts her pussy lips with his mouth, plumping them up, working them with the pressure of his lips and tongues, feeling them tight, flatten, and then plump up again, licking up and down, sucking in her juices with a panting sigh.

Her clit peeks up, hardening now, as hard as a rubber eraser on a pencil end, just quivering with wanting to come, leaking, and he takes it between his thumb and forefinger gently, and licks it worshipfully, watching the way his tongue pushes at it and makes it glisten and grow even harder. It looks like the prettiest little pink rose, all unfurled and blossoming. Like it wants to fit back into his mouth. He pulls and sighs at her pink nubbin, desiring it.

It quivers in the heat and moisture of Daddy's tongue, giving up heat and moisture of its own, which Daddy eagerly sucks in and laves with his tongue, lapping at her with soft guttural sighs of deep satisfaction. She hears him groan as she feels him hungrily feed on her, sucking in her nectar. He wants to drink her all in, he's desperate for the juice of her pussy. He spreads her lips so he can suck more, lapping and lapping.

Oh. Dhana groans. Her own lips feel hot just feeling his on hers. Dhana wants to memorize how her beloved, famished Daddy vacuums in her taut pink pussy lips, feeling them wrinkle and unwrinkle under his laving tongue. His hands go gently again onto the white rounded bottom cheeks, and he looks up and growls lovingly at her.

For long minutes all there is -- is the sound of sucking. The soft creak of the bed. Dhana lets herself go completely into the pleasure of being sucked by her Daddy. Her clit pops in and out of his mouth, with a rubbery soft popping sound. His head moves back and forth against her. She holds onto his jaw and puts her fingers against his lips as they suck on her. She feels the inch of flesh that anneals between his mouth and her flaring, drenched lips, pulling on her eagerly.

Now Daddy stops.

He raises up and whispers.

"Tell Daddy you're his suck toy."

"I am,'" she whimpers. "I'm your suck toy, Daddy."

"Daddy's pet. Open for Daddy when he wants you."

"Yes, Daddy."

"You're Daddy's little suck slut. Say it."

"I'm Daddy's little suck slut. Please."

"At night? You'll wear the panties he brings you and be ready to have them pulled down and your pussy wet for Daddy. Ready for Daddy. Ready for inspection by Daddy."

His voice is hoarse now, no more pretending that he's not doing this, that his whole being wants to suck and fuck her pussy. His hunger is out in the open now, his lust, too.

"Yes, Daddy."

"And no more clothes when we swim in the pool."

"Yes, Daddy."

"And Dhana? You are not to come without Daddy's permission."

"Oh, God, Daddy!"

"Say it."

"I'm...not to come...without Daddy's permission."

"That's a good girl."

Daddy's mouth goes back to work on Dhana's tight hot slit. Sucking ardently. Dhana can't believe it. It feels better than anything she's ever felt. Daddy's sucking her pussy.

He parts her lips again, and loves the taste of them. All there is for long while as Dhana lies back in the moonlight, her Daddy between her legs, groaning and sucking.

He expertly senses when her skin is ready for coming, and he pulls away...frustrated but so horny and wanting, Dhana tries to come to the sound of Daddy's mouth working against his daughter's pussy.

Dhana reaches down and holds Daddy's head against her, pressing in. She gasps as her pussy works against his lips. In, out, gleaming, stroking. The soft sound of Daddy's eager sucking. She watches it now. She can see him in the closet mirror, too.

This time as he works her the pressure mounts so hotly that she knows she can't stop it.

She gasps.

"Stop Daddy or I can't stop. I can't stop the come this time. I can't."

Daddy doesn't stop.

"Daddy..."

Her pussy is almost rigid with desire and she groans. Oh, she wants to come.

She's going to come.

But suddenly daddy pulls back again.

She comes off her high, off her almost come, her pussy burning and pulsing, twitching, wanting. Hungry, but not coming. Not satisfied.

Daddy loves seeing her bucking, moving, pussy under him.

He holds her apart from him, a little saliva connecting Daddy's mouth to Dhana's pussy. She groans. He toys with her clit, which is so fat and hard and glistening.

"No, Dhana. Not yet."

He's almost torturing her, he's so commanding and strong.

"Oh, god."

"Don't say that. Remember, you are learning how to be a slut. A slut for Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Daddy will handle you how he likes."

"Yes, please, Daddy."

"You're a suck slut for me. I'll take hours to make you come if I want. just to feed on you for the pleasure of pussy sucking, finding a way to keep that pleasure without letting you come."

"Yes, Daddy."

But she is so frustrated. Tears come to her eyes, but she trusts Daddy and her hunger feels right.

She is excited to be his slut, too. She knows that he knows what's best, and she knows she's becoming his love doll and that's what she wants more than anything.

Daddy knows what he wants, he knows best, and she has to take it, she has to ease her breathing.

He lays her back and strokes her. Her legs tremble.

She realizes there's going to be more, and she almost cries with pleasure. Of course she's going to also just be his fuck slut. That's what he's doing, that's what he's turning her into. Training her.

Daddy is training her to be his fuck slut.

" Oh, Daddy." She leans against him. "I've never felt anything like what you did. Never. But I want more."




Daddy and 18-year-old Daughter Dhan



"We can't do more. We can't break all the rules.

"But Daddy I want ..."

"Stop."

"I want to be the best little girl ever."

"Daddy, I want to be your fuck doll, too."

He groans.

"Oh, God."

She gazes up at him, and cants her hips to one side, cants one leg to one side. Displaying her hot, wet, glistening slit. She raises up a few inches from the bed.

"Don't you want this, Daddy?"

With a murmur, he rolls her over and presses her down on the bed firmly.

She secretly loves having Daddy in charge and wanting her so.

He growls as he toys almost idly, expertly plumping up her clit.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Dhana."

Dhana's little nipples are hardening like buttons above.

She whimpers and he enjoys her whimpering.

Dhana does love, more and more now, what her Daddy is doing.

He told her.

Daddy is turning his daughter into his slut. A slut for her Daddy and she loves it.

Dhana's tight hot slit below, clit swelling and peeking out, rolling out even as she clutches Daddy's hand between her legs"Ahhh," she groans.

"Can I come, Daddy?"

"No."

Dhana's getting so wet down there, leaking...she feels so aroused...her clit is so hot...the sheet is growing wet beneath her.

But she just waits. Daddy needs to be satisfied, too. She has a pretty good idea what's next.

"I want to see your cock, Daddy."

"You do, sugar?" His voice is a husk.

"Please," she whimpers. She understands, suddenly, and it's just what she thought and she's so excited, she starts to pant and buck like a little slut.

She knows he wants it to. He'll break the rules.

"Please, Daddy. Train me to take your cock."

"Oh, god."

"Please?"

His hand rolls her clit. She groans. Arches.

"Daddy, please, I need it."

"You want Daddy to train you to take his cock, honey?"

"Oh, please. Please!"

" Tell Daddy what you want."

she knows what he wants to do and she's incredibly excited. She looks down at his underwear.

Oh, god Daddy. I...yes...I want you...in my kitty."

"You want Daddy's hard cock in you, then, Dhana?"

"Oh, god, yes, please Daddy."

"Tell Daddy what you want, kitten."

"Oh,' she moans, anguished. "I ...I...I want your hard cock in me, Daddy."

"why?"

"To...to...to fuck me, Daddy."

"yes?"

"Fuck me! Please fuck me. Fuck me with that beautiful cock, Daddy! Fuck me till you give me permission to come like the little fuck slut daughter I am and want to be for you."

"Good girl."

Her breath is harsh. His fingers reach down, and flick teasingly against her marble of a clit, rolling it in its oil.

She moans and tries to buck up, raising her haunches onto his hand, but he won't let her get a grip. He frigs her lightly, then stops.

She shakes her head and he flicks her clit, and she groans.

"Oh, it's beautiful. Let me see " it, Daddy." she whispers hoarsely. "I want it."

He raises his head to speak and then returns to flicking her clit, the sound of the hand creaking the mattress softly. He's too lost in lust now, for her...

Everything is rigid in her now, humming, her legs...it's white hot between them, and his mouth is on her mercilessly sucking with hunger, the sound of his satisfaction in his soft growls of pleasure as he separates her lips.

"Tell me" he murmurs.

"I saw it..." she gasps..."when you were in the shower."

Her clit hums. Daddy knows just how to touch it to plump it up. She feels liquid running down her ass cheeks onto the sheets, and she's a little embarrassed but cant stop it. Daddy won't let her.

"Did you enjoy seeing it?" he breathes into her ear.

She groans.

"I did."

"Describe what you saw."

"It was beautiful. So clean and shiny. And...you had such big balls. They swung down as you soaped them up."

Your equipment looked so beautiful, Daddy. And you soaped it up."

"Yes?" He flicks her clit, and she moans hungrily. She wants him in her so badly.

Suddenly she gasps, "I wanted to...help soap it up."

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to hold it. Daddy's cock."

"You did?" His voice is hoarse.

"Yes. And I wanted it...in me."

"You did?"

"Yes. I wanted to hold it and have it go in me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

"Yes>" His hand is furiously fluttering against her clit, expertly moving it back and forth, shaking it perfectly.

Dhana whimpers. "Oh, please. Fuck me, Daddy."

Daddy pulls his hand away from Dhana's pussy and tenderly lies down beside her, stroking her breasts.

She is panting. she puts her own hands down towards her pussy, but Daddy stops her, holding each wrist in his powerful hands lightly.

daddy's voice grows a little lower, a little more commanding. "Look down at my underwear. What do you see?"

She turns slightly and looks down at his white BVD's and sees what looks like a half-bowed sausage against the cloth.

"A big bulge, Daddy."

"That's a present for you, sweetheart. Do you want to see your present?"

Dhana nods hungrily, and whimpers as she looks down" Please," she whispers.

"Yeah? Are you going to treat him right?"

Dhana whimpers hungrily, wanting Daddy in her so bad", Daddy. You'll see. I love him. I'll treat him...right, I will." She puts her arms around him.

Daddy puts his lips against her little ear.

"Then give him a little kiss, Dhana."

"yes, please!"

Boldly, little Dhana moves her head slowly down his chest with its muscles and sprinkles of hair and scent of Daddy...She moves down, closer to his bellybutton and now down to the edge of his underwear itself.

She reaches out and palms the bulge, which feels like a growing snake.

Daddy groans.

She boldly kisses Daddy through the cloth of his underwear. His cock responds instantly, moving slightly. Still growing.

Daddy groans, eyes closing, laying back

His daughter's first time with Daddy's cock.

She's touched other cocks before but they never really turned her on. She knows she's probably sick, but she doesn't care. She wants her Daddy's cock.

Dhana kneels beside Daddy. Her beautiful apple-cheeked ass in the air. Daddy can see it in the mirror of her closet.

As she kisses through the cloth, she looks up at her mirrored dresser, closet, and sees herself going up and down as she kneels over her Daddy.

Daddy watches her, watches her reflection in the mirror.

The reflection of his daughter tending to his big cock.

Dhana sucks at it's growing length hungrily through the cloth. It smells so good, like soap and like Daddy's own clean scent.

It's getting bigger...proof Daddy loves her.."

Soon it's hard and coiled in the underwear like a big snake. Dhana reaches out to put her little hand between the waistband of his underwear and his skin...

And suddenly Daddy groans and grabs her tenderly and turns her over, putting her on her hands and knees on the bed...

"I'm going to train you now, Dhana."

Dhana groans.

"Oh, please Daddy, god yeah."

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain. I'll have to punish you if you do."

"Punish me, daddy."

"Will you be quiet? No screaming?"

"No, Daddy. I'll be a good girl.."

Daddy kneels over her, pulling down his briefs..

Dhana watches, head turned, panting...so happy... just waiting, almost drooling, here on her pink bedspread, lovely apple-shaped ass in the air, legs parted like a puppy in heat --

she is on her hands and knees...her pussy aching...just like a big girl...she sighs and whimpers because she so wants to be Daddy's little rag doll..

She's going to be a big girl now. Daddy's girl.

Now Dhana looks back and sees Daddy's cock. She's never seen one stiffening up before.

It looks like a velvet wand that will fit in her just right and just so tight and overflowing, testimony to how much he adores her his big clean white balls hang down, impossibly huge and all for Dhana. ..

Kneeling behind his own kneeling daughter, Daddy puts his hands on her thighs and gently spreads her legs. Dhana instinctively arches her back a little, posing for Daddy.

"Take it, Daddy," she whispers. "Take my virgin pussy."

Wanting to be good for Daddy.

She is.

He plunges in.

Dhana groans

She's so tight! He fills her like a perfect velvety hot tube, juicing her up so expertly.

And now?

Daddy uses little Dhana.

Just uses her as his own personal fuck doll. Just uses her as if she were a toy for his pleasure.

He holds lightly onto her hair, using it like a bridle.

A low animal groan escapes from Daddy before he quickly cuts it off.

A sucking, soft sound of wet cock stroking now in the hot bedroom, that's all there is.

His hands on her hips, guiding her to stay on her hands and knees, and now he crouches over her. She is on her hands and knees under her Daddy now, letting him move her as he wishes

A column of fire, bucking in her, sending ripples of pleasure through her clit and up her spine.

She was made for this. Tight and hot and wet. Made to be fucked by her Daddy.

she feels Daddy pull out, teasing her, tormenting her.

After pulls out and she whimpers.

"No, Daddy, don't stop."

Dhana wants Daddy to fuck her like a slut, on her knees, grinding into her.

"What do you want, Dhana?"

"I want you, Daddy."

"what part of Daddy do you want, Dhana?"

She almost cries.

"Now you've opened me, Daddy, and...I want your cock, Daddy. Back in!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, oh, please, daddy!"

He runs his hands under her belly and up to her nipples, taking them in his hands. They feel like hot hard buttons.

She groans.

"Daddy, touch me and fuck me. Like a little slut, Daddy. Make me your slut, Daddy."

that's what Daddy wanted to hear.

Daddy's hard cock nuzzles gently back against her tight bottom, her long, unfolded, spread open trembling thighs...

She is completely naked, on her hands and knees under her big, strong Daddy -- her little button breasts hard, her virgin pussy heated and slotted open for the first time, and leaking in a way she's never felt before...aching for Daddy... his cock brushing her thighs behind...shaking with lust...Dhana fervently waits for Daddy's cock, her legs spread, for the shadowy figure over her...groaning and waiting for him..

And now...Daddy's cock? It nuzzles her slickened, parted cunt lips, gently and firmly pushing in...Oh. He fills her up so well. So strong and stroking and full. Dhana groans. On her hands and knees for her Daddy.

"Daddy, oh, please."

"Stay quiet, slut."

Daddy gasps, she is so tight, and she feels filled with his warm rod, plunged and skewered and so heated inside.

"Oh, he's fucking me" she whispers, agonizingly keeping her voice soft, "you're fucking me, Daddy. you're breaking me in."

She feels his mouth on her neck...kissing hard...another hand at her hip...feeling like she's in a soft vise...Just a fuck slut under Daddy's hand, a fuck slut for his cock to fuck. And now Daddy's hard cock begins to smack into her virginal, impossibly tight little pussy. Velvet hard slick, smooth full...

He pumps his daughter.

A testimony to how much Daddy wants Dhana.

Oh, it feels so good to little Dhana. So full up. and it's so good...it fills her right up...connecting the two of them completely...she feels the head of his cock expanding in her...like a velvety soft but hard tube...She cries out, but he shushes her...they can't wake anyone......and she nods and moans. She thought it would hurt but it didn't. It just feels so right.

Daddy shushes her to keep her quiet, and she accepts it, head bowed, she knows they can't wake Mommy, oh no...she can breathe fine, and she can smell herself...it makes her more excited..

He used to hold her like this when he had to 'pretend' to spank her when she was bad. She liked that, too, secretly.

She remembers it, hungrily, as she listens and feels Daddy's cock in her, bucking against her. Using her long hair like his bridle.

Dhana fantasizes as Daddy's cock fucks her...

Dhana loses herself remembering the first time she wanted Daddy to fuck her.

She remembers two months ago, how when she broke a glass in the kitchen, and shouted out the word 'fellatio' with a dirty laugh, and Mommy told Daddy to punish her.

He hadn't really wanted to, "she's 18, for God's sake, I'm not paddling her anymore!" he'd told Dhana's Mom.

But her mother was so mad. "She's taken the car without permission -- as long as she lives in this house -- even if it's for two more months, I want her to know she still has to follow the rules!"

Daddy had sighed, and nodded.

Afterwards, however, when Daddy marched her into her bedroom for 'her punishment' he whispered with a smile that they would "just pretend."

Dhana had said humbly "you don't need to pretned, Daddy. I'll take your punishment. I don't want to get you into trouble. You can punish me, Daddy. I trust you. I'm still your little girl."

As Dhana remembers this, as she bucks under her Daddy...

And she remembers right here on the bed when he had to 'paddle her. He told her to pretend it hurt.

She had had on white, thin cotton pajama bottoms that hot night that she was to be punished, a top she'd gotten for her 18th birthday, and a pink tee shirt top.

She had stood nervously before Daddy, as he sat down in the straight-backed chair by her desk.

She had been sucking her thumb for comfort.

And Daddy had reached out and picked her up.

With a gasp, she had just been folded down over his lap, her breasts pushing against his crotch.

She had lain there. His hands pushing her down.

She hadn't moved. But her tee shirt had come up. Her muscled, narrow waist was naked.

And she could feel his middle. His hardening penis was against her breasts. It wasn't all the way hard, but she could feel it like a roll of meat, thickening up.

"You need to be spanked," he had said hoarsely that night, with his daughter bent over his leg, her warm sex against his thigh.

Her head was down over his left leg, nearly to his shoe.

She didn't move. His penis was now resting between her breasts.

Her pussy had begun to juice right there.

Her bottom was up in the air, right by his hand.

He had adjusted himself and she could hear him pick up the hairbrush.

Anticipating the blows, she had inadvertently ground against his lap a little, nervously, fidgeitng, until Daddy had said" stop that, " and slapped her bottom with the hairbrush.

It hadn't hurt, but just stung.

It made her slit squirt.

Again it came down. Whap.

Ten more times, each one a little harder.

She had bucked and groaned. Her middle had gotten hotter. She grew embarrassed that her juice would leak out onto his legs.

Her feet still in her thongs.

His voice had been thick now.

"I can't see if this is hurting like it should.

She hadn't dared speak, as his hand had softly palmed her buttocks through her pajama bottoms.

She was so worried. She was so wet. What if he felt it?

Then she'd felt his hand go to the back waistband of her PJs'.

"I can't tell if you're even feeling it. Are you red?"

She hadn't spoken.

"I need to see,' He spoke as if convincing himself. "Your mother won't want me to just let you off without a spanking."

His hand had toyed at the edge of her pajamas, and then slowly pulled them down.

Now only her skimpy, bunched up sky blue cotton underwear had lain between Daddy and her naked ass.

Dhana still didn't speak. She was a doll for Daddy to manipulate.

Dhana had been more excited than scared, especially when Daddy paused after he had pulled the PJ's down, to reveal her blue panties. The lightly furred ridge of her virgin pussy showed through the clinging wrinkled cotton, arcing bck into her ass cheeks.

Dhana had then discovered that if she turned her head, she could watched Daddy in the mirror, with her draped over his lap, her cloth covered ass in the air.

. He seemed transfixed by looking at her bottom. He held the hairbrush but didn't move it.

He had then taken her hairbrush and patted her bottom, too. Each pat left a wonderful sting in her middle.

Each slap she had moaned a little. The moans turned into sighs.

Finally, for a moment, he had put the brush aside, and Dhana had thought they were done.

Then, for a moment, his hand had gone under her blue underwear, and softly lain on the crack of her ass, palming it.

She had just lain there, excitedly, against his knee. Juicing up. His hand felt so good. So hot against her crack. She willed it to go inside.

And despite knowing she shouldn't, she couldn't help but push back a little. She could feel her wet mound parting against his thigh.

Slowly he had palmed her cheeks. Palmed them slowly apart.

"You little slut, I've got to punish you," he had whsipered.

She had blushed, but remained not speaking. The warm air on her newly uncovered little pink rosebud of an asshole felt so good.

"Tell me you need punishment."

"I do, Daddy," she groaned, unable to help herself. "I need punishment every day. Please tell me you'll discipline me like this, please.

"Hush." Daddy had gasped softly. "Shut up."

"Yes sir."

Taking his other hand now, he had roughly pulled apart her pussy lips and, using lubriction from a bottle of mineral oil on her dressing table, he'd coated his left index finger with oil and then returned to her pussy, tracing her lips with his hands.

One hand went to her hair, the other to her bottom. He pressed her down against him. She felt his cock unwrinkle and grow between her burgeoning, cupcake sized breasts. Her nipples hardened up more.

"You need to be broken in for your first time," he had said roughly. "We need to get you ready, you little slut."

"Oh, please, Daddy, get me ready."

He had plunged his finger into her virgin pussy, and she had felt a slight, almost painless pop, and she was so happy even as she gasped -- for she knew that it was her hymen, she'd read about it in school. It didn't hurt, in fact, after a moment, his finger went deeper and her little pussy clutched at it hungrily.

Soon he'd begun to finger fuck both her ass and pussy. She had groaned in pleasure. A mixture of her pussy juice and a little trace of blood from the hymen were against his leg, and he used her panties to soak it up and set it aside, keeping his finger in her, and whispering "you're broken in and ready now, little slut."

She had whimpered. "I'm brokenin and ready, Daddy. Punish me more."

"I can't believe you,' he had whispered. "My daughter is just a little fuck slut. Who clearly needs punishment and a finger in her pussy and ass."

"Yes, Daddy, I do," she had groaned. "Oh, God, yes."

He had then begun to paddle her in earnest, removing the finger from her pussy, leaving the other in her ass.

For two minutes the paddle came down on her ass, and she bucked, on his knee, her pussy growing hotter and hotter. He watched her perfect white apple ass winking and turning in sweet agony as the brush left bright red, rectangular marks on either ass cheek. He also slapped at the curve of her bottom where it tucked into her ass crack and up into her tight white thighs. Yanking down the panties to see it better.

She had writhed and whimpered, but her face was pressed down against his leg and ankle, almost to his shoe. She reached out and licked his strong muscular calf as he beat her, sucking and droolilng all over it, trying to reach down to his foot. She unlaced his shoe and npped at his sock with her mouth, sucking on it, and finally pulled off his sock. Her mouth went to his toes, licking them.

All the while Dhana lay, a little slut slave daughter doll for him to play with. She reveled in the soft, slight pain, for it was Daddy's punishment that made it good. Made her wet. Made her lick harder.

"My God, you little pervert," Daddy had hissed. "You're made for this."

She hadn't replied, her mouth had been too busy against his foot, slavishly likcing the only thing she could lick. She wanted more of Daddy that night while he beat her. Wanted his roughness and his punishment and his cock, too.




Daddy and Amy



This is a first time submission, comments and feedback are welcome.

*****

Ryan was finally returning home to his family after two years stationed overseas. The bus dropped him at the bottom of his street and he was walking along the path home, heading into the house that he and his wife had first moved into after they had married.

His early arrival would be a surprise to Marilyn. He had told her he would only be arriving tomorrow, but he couldn't resist the thought of seeing the surprise and happiness in her face at his unexpected arrival. He took a deep breath before opening the gate. He hoped no visitors would be home at this time - Marilyn was very outgoing and often had her friends visiting at the house. As he entered the garden he saw a young woman, presumably a friend of his wife, sunning herself in a red bikini by the side of the swimming pool.

The woman was staggeringly beautiful. She could not see him from the direction she was facing, but Ryan could comfortably take in the details of her body from where he stood. Her face was obscured by a sunhat; only a lock of gently curled dark hair tucked out of it and rolled over her shoulder. Her soft smooth golden body was soaking up the early afternoon sun. She had a slender neck above her smooth shoulders and a small bosom straining to escape from her bikini top. 

Her flat stomach was evenly tanned and her long smooth legs stretched out to her pedicured feet. She ran her fingertips gently over her skin and her perfectly formed fingers moving delicately and sensuously over her body. Ryan felt a twinge of excitement in his groin as he soaked up the heady vision of the girl before him and wondered how long he had to indulge himself by taking in this sight. 

He paused, smiling as he realized that she had not noticed him and that he had a few moments to cast his gaze across her body, almost caressing her with his vision.

"Ryan, my darling!" Marilyn's voice snapped him out of the building arousal. He struggled to hide the signs of arousal from between his thighs as he walked inside to embrace his wife.

"Marilyn!"

He held Marilyn closely to him. As they embraced she looked up into his face, the first time he had seen her eyes, her smile, in too long. Marilyn twisted out of his arms and called into the yard. Ryan turned and noticed the girl at the swimming pool slowly rising and taking her earphones out. Amy! 

He felt his stomach drop as he realized that the girl he had been watching was his own daughter. Now eighteen, he barely recognized her body. As she took off her sunhat, he saw Amy's familiar face and he held out a loving embrace.

Confused and slightly embarrassed by the guilt of feeling aroused by Amy, he waited to receive her body for their first hug in two years. She had thrown a robe around herself now, though he could still make out the curves of her young body beneath it. 

Amy wrapped her slender arms around his waist and put her cheek against his chest as she closed her eyes and squeezed him toward her.

"I missed you Daddy," Amy said softly as she looked up at him.

Ryan stroked his daughter's long brown hair and looked down at her face. She had grown so quickly into a beautiful sensual woman. He smoothed her hair back as she looked up, and he put the palm of his hand at the back of the neck, feeling the softness of her skin.

"Well I'm home now, baby, and we'll have lots of time to catch up on everything. You look so... much older, so beautiful," was all he trusted himself to say in that moment. 

Marilyn sent Amy upstairs to get dressed and as she walked out of the room, Ryan shot one more glance at the back of her toned calves. Ryan turned to his wife, and together they walked into the house to celebrate his return.

After dinner that night, as he lay next to his wife, Ryan remembered his daughter's slender body stretched out by the swimming pool. He felt his arousal building up and he turned to his wife to try and deflect this desire. He ran his hands over Marilyn's body as they allowed each other to become familiar again with the curves and tones of their respective bodies. 

As he cupped and caressed Marilyn's cleavage, he couldn't help but visualize Amy's small budding breasts. They kept pushing up into his mind, straining against his judgment. As he and Marilyn kissed, he pushed Amy's image out of his mind. His mouth reached for his wife's lips as she moved into his embrace. They fell asleep in her arms after they made love -- but his experience of returning home was about to take a more erotic turn.

*****

The following day he was able to watch Amy playing tennis, a sport in which she competed at her college. She was playing against a younger girl, blonde and lithe, and as it was only a trial match, there were not too many spectators. Rather than sit on the sidelines, Ryan took up a seat behind the baseline. 

This allowed him to watch Amy's serve more carefully, something she had asked him to do earlier in the day to help her with her technique. As her younger opponent leant over to start bouncing one of the service balls before her serve, Ryan couldn't help but think that his vantage point also gave him a better view of her opponent's body. 

The blonde had a tight white shirt on which showed off her cleavage and petite body. He noticed that she was standing a little too far behind the base line, though he decided he would only coach her on this later as it would be too distracting to mention during the game. 

Instead, he settled down on the hard wooden bench and decided to enjoy watching the young girls compete. The blonde girl held her serve confidently, and Ryan watched Amy's service game. She would toss the ball high and stretch for it, showing good reach and height in her serve. Her body twisted through the arc of the serve and she could hit the ball cleanly and powerfully. 

He would applaud occasionally, and then feel slightly embarrassed when he realized he was the only spectator doing so. The other viewers consisted of a middle aged woman - presumably the blonde's mother, reading a newspaper while she occasionally looked up, and a few teenagers who had come here to get away from someplace else. 

Though there were a few long rallies from both girls, Amy could not seem to break her opponents serve. In fact, neither Amy nor the young blonde seemed to have a clear advantage over the other.

The first set was still tied and Amy was now serving from the side of the court nearest Ryan. As she tightened the strings on her racquet, she turned and glanced back over her shoulder. She flashed a great white smile towards her father and he beamed back at her, enjoying the chance to finally be close to his daughter again. There was so much he had missed during his time overseas and he wanted to make the most of the next few weeks before he would start work again.

She leaned over to bounce her service ball -- a method she used to focus on the upcoming serve. As she bent forward, Ryan's eyes slowly moved down from her hips to take in the details of her shapely thighs and calves. As she served, her muscles tensed and he could clearly see the definition of muscle on her legs. 

On the next point, her angle of serve showed him a full view of her tight little behind in her white cotton skirt. When she bent over preparing for her next serve, he full a rush of blood through him as he realized she showed a glimpse of her white panties just before and after each shot.

He shot a quick glance across the court at the other stand. The teenagers had left, and the mother seemed even more deeply involved in her book than before. 

He focused intently on her following serves, each time taking a secret delight in the little show she was giving to him exclusively. When her skirt blew up in the breeze, her tight panties could be seen hugging her young sweet ass. When she leant over to serve or to prepare to serve, he saw the panties riding up the crease of her behind and occasionally she would reach behind, hooking them with a finger to smooth her panties over her soft curves. Could this be the reason why she had asked him to study her serve?

He felt the now familiar hardness that he realized Amy was able to induce in him with little effort. He allowed himself the pleasure of watching her movements. When she returned to the side of the court closest to him, her panties had slid up her ass a little more, allowing him a partial glimpse of her smooth bare cheek when she served. 

He noticed too, a small bead of sweat running down the inside of her thigh. In his mind, he imagined himself kissing her thigh, caressing that droplet and tasting her. 

He snapped himself out of it, embarrassed by his secret thoughts, and he tried to keep his gaze above his daughter's waist for the rest of the match.

Amy fought well, and within the hour had clinched the match winning point. Ryan applauded and stood up, waiting for Amy to collect her things. Once Amy had shaken her opponent's hand, she ran over to Ryan, reached up and kissed him on the cheek. 

He put an arm around her, congratulating her and noticed the wetness of her body from the glimmering sweat. A thought flashed through his mind of his daughter, similarly covered in shiny droplets of sweat after passionate lovemaking.

"Congratulations, that was really great. I thought you played so well, you really showed some spirit hanging in there to win. How about we grab something on the way home to celebrate? Do you still like that old ice-cream place on Main Street?"

"Of course I still do, Dad. But let's not tell Mom, you know how she gets if we eat ice-cream before dinner. And she hasn't changed," Amy replied as she looked up at him.

After getting the ice-cream cones they had about ten or so minutes for the drive home. He enjoyed this moment with Amy, glad there was still something about her that hadn't yet grown up fully. 

She had her vanilla ice-cream close to her mouth and it had started melting over the edge of the cone and onto her fingers. The thick milky vanilla trickled over her fingertips. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her put her fingers in her mouth, kissing and licking the creamy drops from her soft fingers. Once she had licked the last clean, she began to run her tongue along the side of the cone. 

There was a red light ahead which allowed him to stop and watch Amy slowly sink her lips into the ice-cream. Her little pink tongue caressed the outside of the cone, gently flicking the edge, coaxing the white frosting into her warm pink mouth. 

She slid her tongue along the outside of the ice-cream smoothing it down with her tongue. She turned the cone, now pushing the other side with her sweet young mouth, grinding it, molding it, using her tongue the way a potter molds soft wet clay.

Ryan was deep in his fantasy when he realized that the light was green and he had to pull his gaze away from his daughter, from the exquisite torment of watching her devour the soft serve ice cream.

"Daddy, thanks for today. It's so good to have you home. You know, I was kinda nervous about having you home again, wondering if you would still be the same old Dad. But ever since you've been back, it's been... I don't know, it's been.... great."

The way she paused before that last word, created a space for Ryan to wonder about her true thoughts.

*****

The entire first week home passed as a blur - dinners and meetings with old friends and spending time with Amy and Marilyn in the house. Within a few days however, Amy's beauty would again be seducing him. Marilyn was preparing a dinner upstairs, while the two of them were in the den on the sofa watching the end of an old movie. 

Amy stretched her long slender legs across the couch. Even her makeshift pajamas, an old t-shirt and tight pair of shorts, could not disguise the curves and sensuality of her shape.

The white t-shirt she was wearing allowed him to gauge the sense of her breasts and her shorts allowed him to almost see as much of her thighs as he wanted. She crossed her legs to be more comfortable and Ryan felt an urge to reach out and touch her soft feet and calves. He wanted to massage them, as foreplay the way he did with his wife. 

He pushed himself back into the sofa, starting to feel nervous of his own desire. Amy seemed not to notice her dad's shyness. In fact, to him, she seemed even encouraged by it as she arched her left leg and extended it in a gymnast's pose in front of him. 

Ryan could only suck in his breath slowly as he studied the flawless beauty of his daughter's legs. Smooth, tanned, young, they were perfect in every way and again he felt that familiar twinge between his thighs. 

She dropped her foot down onto the leg of the chair and seeming not to notice the effect her subtle movement was having on him. She traced her foot back, bending her leg, ever so slowly. The tips of her toes and the arch of her foot unhurriedly caressed the top of his thigh. 

He tried hard to not appear to be looking at her toes and her cute red nail polish. Amy's foot continued to slide across the top of his thigh. He panicked as he realized her foot was about to bump against the thickness of his erection. Amy's slender perfect foot continued its agonizing dance across his lap. He saw she was still looking intently at the movie. Was it possible she didn't know what her foot was about to touch there? 

Then the question was irrelevant. She bumped up against him. 

He paused his breath pretending not to notice, hoping she wouldn't either. But she did. Amy stopped her foot against his erect shaft as it pushed and strained against his pants, desperate for her touch, and she waited, seeming to make sure she was really touching it, holding it there agonizingly. Her foot felt up and down his shaft with her arch, pushing it down on his cock, pushing it into place. 

He could not hold himself back any longer; he pushed his lap up just a little into her, into the softness of her slender arch. She did not move away, her foot was firmly but gently responding. Then she continued to move away. She raised both her feet up to him, within kissing distance and then turned onto her side towards him.

"Come on daddy, time for dinner," she said softly, a thin smile broadening on her young face.

She was up, off the couch and slowly walking upstairs as she called to her mom that they were coming up for dinner.

Ryan leant back into the couch again and slowly adjusted his pants, pushing his erection between his thighs as he watched his daughter's pert little ass. She walked up the staircase pausing, allowing him to get a good look at her perfect little body. 

He wondered to himself, how much of what he had experienced was his own imagination and how much was due to his daughter's actual intentions. He wouldn't need to wait long for the answer.

*****

The following morning, once Marilyn had left for work, Amy and Ryan had breakfast together. 

He had fixed some pancakes for the two of them, something he used to do before, and a habit he wanted them to start again. Amy had smothered hers in maple syrup and was devouring it hungrily between drinks of orange juice. He watched her and felt his warm affection for her. 

" Dad, you still make the best pancakes you know," she offered as a conversation starter to ease the slight awkwardness from last night.

"So Amy, um... I was ... um... wondering... if you have a boyfriend at the moment", he nervously started.

"Oh Dad, you don't need to worry. Justin and I broke up ages ago. I'm not seeing anyone, and in fact I like it that way. Besides, I need to concentrate on my tennis."

He could not help but let out a small sigh of relief, glad he didn't need to start any further awkward conversations about boys and the pitfalls of dating. 

But she wasn't done with him quite yet, as she looked at up from her meal and slowly said, "you could even say I'm all daddy's girl right now."

He could scarcely contain his excitement as he watched his own daughter flirt with him. Oh the exquisite pleasure of being the center of her affection....

They hugged before she left for school, but this time she looked up at him and paused. Ryan expected to kiss her on the cheek and was surprised when she pulled him even closer towards her. 

"I love you Dad, I really do."

He beamed as he held her closely toward him -- his pride in her and his desire for her swelling up inside of him like a river that was overflowing its banks. She pressed herself against him, tightly. He felt his hardness surging, but the desire was too strong for him to pull away from her. 

He was aroused by her, enflamed, engorged and there could be no turning back. She put her head against his chest and let out a little sigh, almost a purr. 

She nuzzled herself inside his stance, pushing her waist into her father's groin. He held her there, enjoying the sensation, and let his arms run down to her small narrow waist. She was delicate, small, and sensual. He could cradle her in his embrace, he could lift her up and envelope her. Just as Marilyn had been at that age. Just as Marilyn had been when he first made love to her. 

His resistance had now totally crumbled to his daughter. He rubbed himself up against her body, her soft firm legs. She let out another sigh as she pushed back into him. He knew the attraction was mutual, it had to be - there was no other explanation.

"Amy, you're so beautiful. So perfect. You remind me so much of your mom at this age."

She grinned.

"Really? Hmmmm... dad. I want to be beautiful for you."

"You are Amy, you are. You make me so proud, so happy."

She looked up at him with a wry smile, stepped up onto his feet and strained her neck to reach his mouth. His lips trembled with desire for his daughter.

"Kiss me Daddy, go ahead. It's ok." He gently lowered his mouth onto hers. She took him and pushed her mouth up against him and she ran her hand through his hair and slid her soft young tongue into his mouth. He did not pull away. He allowed her to explore his tongue, before he flicked back with his own, entering her mouth and caressing her wetness for the first time.

As she pulled away, she drew her lip under her teeth and smiled, "Mmm.... Daddy, you tasted as good as I imagined."

"Amy... I don't think... I don't know..." He stammered, but she was fully in control now. He was hard, aroused, and infatuated with little Amy. She slid her hand down to his crotch, squeezing his erection through his pants. 

He closed his eyes, concentrating, not allowing himself to cum, though he felt the pulses of an involuntary orgasm building.

"See you tonight Daddy. Think of me today," she said to him in a voice that made his knees weak.

***** 

It was impossible to think of anything but Amy the entire day. 

When she finally did come home from school that day, Ryan sat waiting in the den, hoping his presence there would coax her down.

When she walked down the stairs to join him, she had a wry small on her face and came directly toward him. In this light, Amy was sexual and innocent all at once, and her outfit played it all up deliciously. Red and white, curvy and revealing it was chosen to arouse him. 

It accented her sensual looks, her cute face, the sexy mop of hair unraveling over her shoulder, her smoldering blue eyes. The little tight red top barely could cover her body as she stretched and her white skirt failed to conceal much at all. 

She took her place next to him on the couch. After the first TV show ended, she stood up and suggested one of the old DVDs on shelf. She leant forward and got onto her knees and elbows as she struggled to load a disk into the player. 

Ryan could see up her skirt and glimpsed her sweet cotton white panties between her soft thighs. She wiggled her little ass, encouraging him, and he concentrated on the details of his daughter's soft curved body. There was a glimpse of moisture on her panties, perhaps from the time she had spent earlier today thinking of him. 




Daddy and Amy



"Like what you see, Daddy?" 

The question was a shock. So forward and direct. He couldn't reply to the question, he could only squirm a little on the couch and awkwardly smile.

"It's ok Dad. I know you like to look, that's why I am wearing these for you - to give you a nice good view."

Ryan raised his hands up to his forehead and felt himself beginning to sweat and his pulse starting to race. 

Marilyn was still upstairs, busying herself and he was relieved she was at the other end of the house. He was crossing a line, he knew it, but he found Amy so hard to resist. 

She leaned back pushing her little ass out even further and brought her hands behind her, hooking her panties over her finger. Slowly she ran her finger inside her panties, almost as though it were an extension of his hand, doing with her body what he wanted to do. 

Her skirt hiked up over the mound of her cheeks and she slowly, tantalizingly, excruciatingly began to lower her panties to show the crease of her ass to her father.

"Mmm, it makes me feel good to think of how I am turning you on Daddy. I want you to take a good look at this and I want you to think about it when you slide into mommy tonight."

She stood up slowly, savoring the fact that she knew she was turning him on and kept her back to him. Her hands were still under her skirt and she kept her thighs pressed together. 

Her panties slid down over her calves. He couldn't see her little slit, but it took his full measure of self control not to walk over to her and taste her for himself.

"Everything ok down there?" Marilyn called from upstairs. 

Marilyn's voice almost succeeding in dragging Ryan from the dangerous erotic boundaries he was crossing.

"Yes Mom, no need to worry about us, we're doing just fine," Amy piped up for both of them.

She smiled and devilishly put her finger up to her mouth. 

"Well Daddy, we have some time now, just you and me. What are we going to do?"

Ryan felt himself let go of his anxiety and nervousness. He could feel the blood rushing through to his engorged cock and his body ached to feel more of Amy. 

Amy continued looking at him with that smirk and she walked over to him. She leant across him slowly, putting her right hand on his thigh, next to his swollen member. He could see down her top, beneath her layers of cotton and saw the crests of her teenage breasts cupping up and straining against her bra. 

He could smell a mixture of her light perfume and the musky scent of her wetness. He breathed in deeply, savoring the smell of his daughter's femininity. She turned and slowly lowered herself on to her father's lap. 

Her soft smooth ass cheeks folded around the firmness of his cock through the fabric of his pants. This was it, he was experiencing her... Amy. She rocked herself back against his firm body and her long brown hair tumbled down the front of his chest. He put his hands around her petite waist and gave her soft skin a gentle but firm squeeze.

He could feel her firm hips beneath her skin and he grabbed on. Amy giggled and pushed her sweet soft ass down, into his crotch and rocked, gently from side to side, around his cock - but not allowing him to enter. 

Ryan let out a gentle groan, encouraging Amy to continue and letting her know he was on the verge of giving in to all his urges.

"Does mommy do this for you in your bedroom? Does she do it as well as me?"

"Yes... mommy does that and a lot more," he whispered.

"Oooh Dad... that sounds like a dare...." she said as she rocked back and forth controlling his ability to orgasm with every movement of her young body.

"Now dad, that's enough excitement for you right now," Amy whispered as she leant back allowing Ryan to look down her body and breathe all of her in.

She stood up, grabbed her panties off the floor and flicked them across to Ryan. They delicately landed on his left shoulder. He turned his head and lowered it into her panties taking a sharp breath of air in. The panties were moist and smelled of Amy - her perfume and her strong womanhood deep beneath that scent. 

"So how are things going, sweety?" Marilyn asked she suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs.

Ryan stumbled over his words as he saw his wife's legs starting to descend the staircase. He looked down, seeing Amy's wetness in his lap.

"Everything's, um... great" he assured Marilyn as he stared at her now, amazed at the similarities between her body and Amy's younger frame.

With a start, he realized he still had his daughter's panties on his shoulder and snatched them, pulling them behind his back. Marilyn had not noticed. Thankfully.

Amy giggled, giving her dad a naughty look and put her arm around her mother. 

Amy kissed her mom on the cheek and said, "Dad and I are really enjoying our time catching up again, aren't we Dad?"

Ryan's throat was dry and he could only nod as he witnessed this silent tempting interaction between his wife and his daughter, that night he planned to take a little longer in kissing her good night.

*****

Their quiet time in the den became an opportunity for each of them to slowly push with ever increasing urgency the boundaries of their flirtations. She played games with his desire, flashes of flesh; she constantly showed her legs and thighs to him at every opportunity, knowing she had him in her hands. 

The next time they got to explore each other sexually it would be the weekend. It was Saturday and all three of them were downstairs enjoying the stillness of the evening. Ryan and Amy waited on the couch, while at the other end of the room, Marilyn watch the TV from her own chair.

Amy's hand rested on her father's lap. He pulled the blanket up over her petite hands, allowing Amy's soft hands to freely roam over his lap. She began by massaging him then tapped along the outline of his thick erection. One. Two. Three taps. It was unmistakable. 

Her finger was tracing the outline, slowly, deliberately. Marilyn was intensely focused on the TV and as Ryan looked down he saw that small grin slowly rising on Amy's face. 

From the angle where Marilyn was sitting he knew Marilyn couldn't see her daughter's hands at all, unless she stood up out of the chair. Ryan and Amy both knew this and it made both of them a little bolder in the flirtations they had with each other. 

He slowly raised the blanket even further and allowed his hands to reach for Amy's chest. He caressed the outline of her curves and felt her small nipples budding and pushing up against her shirt. Amy let out a yawn and adjusted herself to allow her father to cup her other breast.

Amy's hand slowly began unzipping her dad's pants. Ryan merely leant back and allowed her fingers to have their way with him. She pushed the zipper all the way down, pausing only when she momentarily shuffled into a more comfortable position in her chair. 

There was no movement from Marilyn, she had not heard them or gave no sign of it. 

Amy now had the fly completely open and her finger tips were urgently searching for the crease of his boxers so she could slide her delicate hands under his boxers. He hooked the edge of his boxers up, providing her with an opening and encouraging her to slide her fingers deeper into his lap.

Within a second or two her probing fingertips had found the smooth hard skin of his shaft. Her fingers were cool to the touch. His heartbeat pounded in his head as he allowed her to lift his shaft up and let it fall into the palm of her small hand. Amy let out a small satisfied moan as she wrapped her little fingers around his throbbing cock and slowly began to squeeze it.

She started to work his shaft just the way her mother, Marilyn did, in pulses from the base up to the top. He tried wondering how the two of them could possibly have the same technique but quickly gave in to simply allowing himself the pleasure of feeling his daughter slowly bringing him to orgasm the same way his wife had the previous night. 

It was a slow pulsing pleasure. And with each heartbeat, his desire rose.

He concentrated intensely on not spurting in Amy's hands. He could hear Marilyn prepare to get up as she uncrossed her legs and sat up straight. His wife stood up slowly and gave them both a little scare with her movements. 

Amy paused the movement on her father's shaft -- his orgasm frozen in its development. Amy still held onto his cock gently.

"I'm off to bed, you two have fun now," Marilyn said. Amy giggled again in her father's ear and pushed his cock back between his thighs as Marilyn approached them to kiss them each good night. 

Amy's hand and his cock were both anxiously twitching beneath the soft fabric of the blanket. The blanket was all that separated his exposed cock, his daughter's hands and his wife gaze.

Marilyn leant forward and kissed Amy on the top of her head and then leant further to place a wet kiss on Ryan's lips. He slipped his tongue between his wife's parted lips and she responded by flicking her warm tongue across his. 

She said good night and walked up the stair case. Ryan couldn't help but again notice the similarities of his wife's body and his daughter's, this time noting the pert little ass on his wife. 

Before Marilyn had even clicked the den door closed, Amy had pulled the blanket down and exposed her father's thick juicy cock to the cool air of the den. 

She moved onto the floor, got on her knees next to him and began to plant soft kisses along the side of his erect shaft. Pre-cum began to collect on the tip of his cock and by the time her soft sweet kisses had reached the top of his cock, there was already enough salty pre-cum to stick to her lips when she kissed it. 

She softly blew her gentle breath across his cock and licked her lips as she parted her mouth an inch before her father's naked straining erection. 

Her tongue danced across the head of his penis as she took him in her mouth. 

"Yes, yes, yes...." He whispered in her ear, encouraging her.

She slid her tongue up and down the shaft and circled the head, just like she had taken the ice-cream cone earlier. There was a sliver of saliva running out of her mouth, trickling down his shaft. She paused, looked at it, and slowly ran her tongue up his shaft as though it were melted vanilla.

"Yes, baby. Take it in, just like your mommy does," Ryan suggested as he stroked her hair back behind her ears.

Amy sucked and rolled her tongue around the shaft of her daddy's thick pulsing erection. It was as though she were massaging his orgasm into her mouth. 

He felt the cum build up to the point of his cock. He slowly reached across to her, moving the remainder of her hair out the way of her face so he could see her expression and see her face with his shaft wet. 

The orgasm kept rising and rising and it shot through the tip of him, his cum bursting into her mouth and across his daughter's tongue. She didn't flinch but took all of him, she kept swallowing and licking -- cleaning him up with her warm wet mouth.

Ryan reached down between his daughter's wet thighs and she guided his fingers to her ready clit. She was soaking and moist with so much anticipation that her juices leaked onto his thigh. She tumbled backward into his arms as he began to rub Amy's wet throbbing lips. 

Her orgasm began to build so quickly it took them both by surprise. She heaved and breathed in his arms. "Oh daddy... kiss me there.... please... I'll be such a good little girl for you".

Amy rolled off the couch and lay on the floor, her hands dancing over her smooth pubic region. She was shaven, just as he imagined and hoped she would be. 

She stretched her arms out and Ryan took his daughter's hands. She pulled him down onto her, and as he slowly came forward to meet her again, she hooked her thighs around him, pushing his probing mouth down to her groin. 

He went straight for his daughter's slit and drank in her nectar. She was sweet as sugar, as he opened her lips with his tongue. 

He concentrated on the taste, contrasting it to her mother's taste, as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Her sugars ran down his throat, her moisture between his teeth, coating his tongue. She rose and bucked against him, convulsing and moaning in orgasm as her thighs tightened around his face. 

"Daddy... Daddy... Yes!"

Ryan smiled and drank her up with the point of his tongue, willing Amy's juices as they flowed down his throat. Amy heaved one more time in orgasm and ran her hands through his hair. 

He nuzzled up to her, and then kneeling, leant over her as he kissed her on her mouth.

"I love you Amy. I am so glad you feel the same way. There is still the whole summer ahead".

Ryan picked her up and walked arm in arm with her to her bedroom, before french kissing her at her bedroom door. 

He turned to his own bedroom to seduce Amy's mother.



Daddy and Baby Doll



Let me know what you think of my story, and feel free to answer my question at the end. Your responses are the reason I write. Thank you. 

Youbadboy

I have such a weakness for the throat, just the sight of someone, simply lifting their chin. Oh, I can feel myself melt inside. So soft and vulnerable, picturing my teeth held there. I like to lay my whole mouth over that little place where your pulse beats, give you a million kisses from the jaw line down to the base of your throat. Mmmmm, all warm and fuzzy just thinking 'bout it!

So anyways, I'm sitting in my room which is still decorated from when I was in high school. PINK!! Excessively pink. Not something for one entering their Sophomore year in college. Definitely need to do something about that.....when, daddy comes into my room, sits at my feet. I got my books and papers, and charts laid out EVERYWHERE. He's all smiley, sweet, giving that look his little girl knows so well. 

Lets just say we have a *special* relationship.

I look up, smile my dimples at him, "Heeeeyyyy," My long drawn out relaxed greeting. 

I set my book down, lean forward and he scootches near me. I feel flutters as he moves closer, glancing at the door. How to explain it? I'm his little rabbit, his quarry. I take my hand, curl my fingers across his cheek feeling the side of his face. It's just before dinner, he hasn't shaved since morning. I look at his blue eyes. His cheeks so all scratchy. He smells nice. So tasty! Still wearing his suit, tie pulled away from his neck top button unbuttoned. Of course its been a long day at the office, of course mom is in the other room. 

But still, so sweet to think of lil' ole me. 

He looks at the door again. Then me, says, "Kiss me." 

I hold onto his cheeks, like 'ok,' and aim for his smiley tired little mouth. 

He stops me, "Not there," lifts his chin, "Here." 

Oooooooo! His throat. Surrender. God does he know?? If he only knew what that does to me.

He must, as I touch my lips to his neck, and open my mouth just on the one side of his adam's apple. Kiss him soft there, growl as I sink my teeth in, "Grrrrr."

I can feel his hand pressing flat against my tummy, brushing lower, below my navel - so naughty - fingers insinuating into my pants.....lower.....I suck in my belly, lean back a little, smiling up at him.

"Can I give you a hickey??"

"No!!" 

Feeling the elastic of my panties stretch. His light tickle, feeling my hairs down there part. I let myself wet his fingers, open my legs, melting, pull my mouth back from his throat and turning my chin up to him hold my lips right at his. 

"Mmmmmm," I moan. "We don't have time."

**********************

The Rules

1)No fucking

2)Either of us can stop anytime we want, no questions asked

3)We tell each other what we want, as much and as often as we want, as in 'If I could Fuck you I would......'

Your fault, not mine. You made them.

But! He's been cheating lately. Breaking those rules, the rules HE made.

Just for these little moments, stolen minutes when we are really wrapped around each other, kissing, petting and forgetful *in the moment*

And I can feel it. 

Everything.

I lay there like I don't notice at all. He can slide his cock on my body anywhere he wants, just not IN me down there. The lazy evenings mom is out and we lay naked in my bed. But sometimes......I can feel him touching me THERE, right at my cunt's hungry little wet mouth, legs open and I am moving around, tipping my hips to him.  Holding myself for him. If he did, if only, I would let him and he knows. His hips lay on mine, he is looking down at me and his cock right there. 

So cute!! I can see it in his eyes when he's thinking.....wondering.....one move and......

And, I'm pretty mean about it. 

First, I act like I don't even notice, like I'm lost in it all. 

And second, I'd let him. 

Besides, its him pinning me today, and he's like twice as big as me. But other times, it's me sitting up on top like a little bird, he letting me grind and slide my pussy along his cock that lays straight up his belly. The head of his cock parting me like the wake of a wave, all shiny and pink. I get him sooooo lubricated, give him every bit of me, opening my lips up wide for him. I tip myself just right and can feel my clit slide along his whole length. Watching his eyes and smile, how they sort of glaze, sort of roll back in his head. 

How he wants it, and I love how I can control him better perched up on top, on my knees, legs on each side of him, leaning down so my breasts press into his chest. Sweet nibbly kisses. 

And then I Lift up, let him look at me, every naked inch of me - my dark hair all wild around my blushing face, breasts hanging down on my chest like tear drops. My pussy pressing down on his cock, perched on my knees as I sit down on him. Cockhead all shiny, just its tip peeking from between my legs. So mean, he can't cum, I don't let him. So mean....

But today, he's laying on me. And he's sliding around down there, his cock is bent back between my legs and pressing up hard, drawing himself up and down letting himself slip all over me. God I am so wet, creaming on him. A real mess! He's holding himself and I watch his hand flash down there, adjusting himself and I think, 'Hmmm.' Damn, this time.....go for it!! Cause I am so hungry. I just want to feel myself around him, feel him IN me. The head of his cock right there in my tummy. Filling me. I got my knees up and ...... the head of his cock is just, ohhhh, so close, so......just inside. 

I can feel it, feel myself opening. I stiffen in anticipation.

My eyes are wide. I bet the whole tip of his cock is in me, his head even with my pussy lips, and he is pulling out now, pushing in, pulling out. Our sexes kissing together. He's this bee in my little flower. Mmmmmm, god - his sting. I can see it in his eyes, just how good it feels, licking his lower lip, holding his mouth open. I'm not stopping you buster. 

But ..... damn. God damn...... Fuck! 

Yes. Mmmmm, Fuck me...... Me....

No! Fuck.

He Stops. Moves back away, I am watching him. Giving no hint of my thoughts, just letting my hair fall in front of my eyes. 

Silence. 

Of distant fires, of ice that won't melt. 

I got to think of a better torture.

***********************

Baby Doll came over tonight. It's funny. 

My dad is not jealous of any boy I see, or bring home, or...... 

I say, "I'm going out tonight with Rob." Watch his eyes. Nothing.

But Baby Doll. He hovers around, watches, he's totally jealous. Tonight we are in the kitchen, and she is standing real close to me. Her fair skin, delicate features. Eyes bluer than my dads, intense. I love the clothes she wears, fewer curves than me. I don't fit her outfits. We've tried.

I am playing with the small of her back, in a space between her top and bottoms, scratching my nails lightly on her. We just painted our long nails red. They are dry now. 

I tip my fingers up under her top. 

She giggles and throws her hair back. "Tickles."

We never done nothing but change clothes in front of each other. But she is giving me more and more lately. Then, dad comes right in the kitchen and I pull my hand away. He sees me, opens the fridge, looks around a little and takes some milk. She steps away from me. 

I look at him with eyes that say, 'what are you doing here,' but he's not noticing. 

They eye each other........ 

He pours a glass, slow. Takes a drink, leaving this white line on his upper lip. Silence. He circles and leaves the way he came. I watch him, slight smile on my face.

Jealousy.

I can smell it.

***********

"Have you done this before?"

"No." I lie. Told him this would be quite a nice early Christmas present. I can be pretty parsimonious with my blow jobs. Especially with HIM, sort of a punishment for these fucking rules. 

So......He was very surprised. Anyways, I'm down on my knees about to earn my knee pads. 

"Shhhh. We have to be quiet," his hand held lightly to my head.

"Hmmm. Hmmmm." I'm nodding my head.

Ok Ok. Pretty big here. Relax. Open my mouth, he's pushing, sort of guiding it in my mouth. The head of his cock, sliding in nice and slow like I told him. Hold it! I feel like gagging, and pull away. Not to bad, his hairs tickling my nose. "Try again."

I relax and settle down in front of him, spread my knees, get comfortable. Press my puss into the cool wood floor as he sits on my bed. He's got his pants down around his thighs, no shirt. He's holding on to me by my hair now, tight grip. I think, would he let me go now without..... 

Relax. 

I take him in again and swirl my tongue around, look up into his eyes. God I love the way the tip of my tongue feels when it is sliding along a hard cock. I am looking at it, and following a vein with my tongue, glancing up once in awhile. 

He's so cute! Glazed. I giggle. What fun. Can't believe he's letting me. I should be writing a paper right now. The computer is on in the corner. He closed the windows and sat by me and began to nuzzle my neck, asking me, if....maybe. I'm thinking, 'What the hell?'

I suck, nice suction. I'm actually pretty good. I am bobbing up and down his length, taking him in deeper now. He's holding onto my head and guiding me. I slow down and kiss the tip of his cock, feeling all sticky and wet. And then begin to slide on him nice long strokes, he's pulling at me, shoulders and all, pushing his cock into my mouth. 

I can feel it touch the back of my throat and it feels alright, he's pushing into me, moving faster. My hands hold lightly to his hip and I can feel him trembling. His body shaking, and I can feel him stiffen, knowing he's almost there....and then, he's cumming! I can feel him bucking into me. Holding tight. Oh god!! And I swallow. Never done THAT before. Drink everything. Salt. Missing a little and he sprays my chin and down my neck, some on my blouse. He loved that, loved the way I look, my pink cheeks. All slutty in front of him.

He gropes me for awhile as his cock settles down in his lap, tugs his trousers up and cinches his belt. I watch the door close, hear it click. 

I gave a nice Christmas gift I think!! I Adjust myself and go sit by my computer again. Close my eyes. I'm trembling. I hold my hand over my crotch. Damp. 

I definitely need to cum..... 

I stretch out on my bed. Relax. Loosen the ties, pull my sweats down past my knees, press my fingers down between my legs. Mmmmmm, So wet.

'Leaving me like this.' Mmmmmm. Undulating my hips, turn to my side.

'The brute.'

Long delicious strokes, no one looking. Spread my cum out nice. Find my clit, begin to draw my forefinger in small circles there, rubbing in a steady rhythm, faster. Shaking my hip over my hand. Then sliding my fingers back and plunging them into my hole, creamy with cum. Soaking my whole hand, then back to business.

So deliciously decadent, this pleasure. I cum every day. I have to, I squeeze my legs, 'oh god' the warmth running up my legs, over my hips, covered with a tingling pleasure. My tummy tightening, my cunt pulsing as I cup my palm and press - oh, mmmmmm - so good - and curl myself in a little ball. I lay there, spent, weak. Cheeks on fire. Tired. I close my eyes again......

!!

At dinner he's scooping carrots into his mouth, and I watch his lips and feel myself trickle. Sigh. I'm all warm and fuzzy by the time we finish. For some reason, that's what pops in my head, seeing him on his knees feeding me. I want to take the spoon and feed him, scoop the juices from my cunt, push it all right into his mouth. Tickle his nose with MY fur. 

He sees me, smiles. I told him he gets a little something each day up till Christmas. 



******************

My favorite thing. To wake up slowly with a hand rubbing me all over. 

Better!! 

Feeling a cock sneaking around between my legs. I never even have to wake up, I can be lazy. Just roll over. Fucked. I love lazy fucking. Maybe I didn't even notice, or know. He does more with me, with my body, to me than I think I realize. Maybe he IS fucking me? I swear he's been inside me and I've never even known. Those mornings when my thighs feel all sticky. 

There probably ARE times I never knew. That little fucker.

It's 3:30 in the morning. I am biting my lips with desire, unrestrained. There are flames leaping from beneath the sheets. I swear it! Fuck I am so horny, but to feel him when I am asleep. I couldn't stand it and press myself to him wherever he touches me, squeeze my thighs around his hand when he's touching between my legs. He knows I'm awake. I didn't feel like being lazy. 

He bites my shoulder and I yelp. 

"Shhhhhh! You'll wake mom." How many times have I heard that!

I'm kissing him. I'll probably never open my eyes at all. I roll on top of him and settle myself down right over his cock. He's kissing my breasts and I let him take my nipples into his mouth. Mmmmmm, my second clit. Suck me till I'm sore. Never stop! I have hickeys that won't heal there.

I so totally know his body in the dark. My monster under the bed. I want to live in my closet, live with my monster. Ha! I let him cover me with baby powder before I went to bed. I am all so powdery soft right now. 

I am sitting on him now, right on top of his cock. I am so hungry. I need to fuck him one of these days. Fuuuuuck........I am on fucking fire. It just fucking hurts. I hurt.

I lift myself up, I'm asleep after all and set my cunny right over the tip of his penis. Position him perfectly and begin to lower myself. This tantalizing pause, I can feel his cockhead touch me right where I can take him - all the way. Slide him right up inside. I press a little more. Been this far before, Right? A little more. Yes, let me, let me..... 

I moan a little bit, "Mmmmmm." He is gripping me lightly, I feel his hands tightening.

Before he realizes what is happening his tip is already inside of me, half inside. Slippery, I am open, feel his cock touching up in me. The air going out, all I can hear is his breath, his hips tipping back away, and then back up. Holding to me. When.....yes! That was him. I feel him move in me, feel the head of his cock slide out, and then back in. Just this little inch. 

Can feel it tickle and fill, my body yielding, opening, my flesh stretch. Oh god!! His head up inside, oh god. I move to press down and let him plunge deep inside.....

And then, he grasps me and pushes me.... Higher.

No. No. No.

I lean down touch my lips to his ear, "Daddy, Daddy, let me."

He turns himself to the side, I can feel him slip out. I drop off of him, lay on the mattress and turn away from him. 

Fuck you. Fuck. My cunt is burning.

Push the hair out of my eyes, look back at him. Ice. He's playing with my hair, spooning from behind. I lay there. I don't move. Wrapping his arms around me, as I think 'Fuck You. Fuck You.'

But.....I turn myself.....kiss his eyes. "Why don't you just go to bed. I'm tired."

Watch him leave.

Fuck his rules. 

*************************

I wrote a letter, and sealed it tight with a lipstick stain kiss:

I love to make you say please. I love to make you say it over and over and over, before I give in. I love to say "What?" When I know what it is exactly that you want. I love to make you say thank you. To be polite after.

I love how you hold your mouth when I say yes, the anticipation. I love how you hold me in your arms and touch me with your cheek. I love the way you watch me when I take off my clothes. Something like worship, the way everyone looks when they are singing. I love how I can control you - sometimes. 

I love your hands pressing into my panties, pulling the elastic back, the way you just look at me. ME! Not another thought in the world. 

I love the lubrication, the way your fingers shine. I love how it hurts sometimes. I love how hard you get when I sit on top of you, when we both can be naked and feeling you as I slide up and down up and down, dripping my cum all over you, till we cum. 

love love love Me

I seal the envelope and kiss it, leave a red lipstick stain. Sneak it in his briefcase. 

I pause a moment, take a few of his business cards and pull back my panties. Scoop a little wet cum from between my legs, giggling, smear them over the back of the cards. Sniff. Mmmmm. Press them back into the little pocket. Leave my scent, mark him. 

----------

We talked about it. I asked him why? I asked him why a blow job was all right. He didn't know. It was something we shouldn't do. I said, we shouldn't do any of it. I take his cock in my hand and play with him, feel him stiffen. He lets me. 

"Should I be doing this?"

He says, "No." But, he doesn't move away.

Ugggh.

I am frustrated.

*****************

I plan on making dad jealous tonight. 

Baby Doll comes over and I walk right past him, as he sits reading his stuff he reads, and up to my room. Us in our sweats, high cut T shirts, bare mid riffs! Hair shining, strawberry lip gloss. His eyes on me, and on her. I can see the anger rising in his eyes. I catch his eye and go right into my room. I close the door so you can hear the latch.

Baby Doll and I lay in my bed. We talk about boys, page through catalogues. I tell her about French Fry, and how he kisses. He always tastes salty. 

She tells me about last weekend, with Nick - her fairly new boyfriend - how she decided that on that night he could do anything he wanted with her, above the waist. That was it! How no one realizes but that she's never done it before. A twenty year old Virgin. She's told me that before, but each time I think about it, look at her body. Part of me does not believe her. I've asked before. She just says, I'm too shy.

--

But..... She didn't tell HIM what she was thinking, it was just what she decided. It felt right, she says.

I can feel myself get wet, looking at the door. Was it her or dad making me wet? This trail running down my thigh. I'm looking at it thinking, 'Whose are you?'

We are laying close together as she tells me all these things, and I take her hand. She tells me that they kissed, but because he didn't know the deal she had made with him that night, and I guess all the other times she stopped him whenever he tried - nothing happened. I felt relieved.

But, so.......Baby Doll is mad... she says how she wanted to feel herself get felt up. I am playing with her fingers, and I say, "What do you think it would feel like?" 

She says I don't know, it's different when I do it to myself. I wish my dad was hearing this conversation. (Maybe he is! I look at the door again - I shouldn't have latched it). I will definitely tell him later. 

I say, "Close your eyes." 

She says, "Why?" 

"Just do it." 

And she closes her eyes laying toward me on the bed in her little yellow top that shows her waist, and her sweats. And I cup her perfect perfect breasts over her top. She jumps a little but doesn't move at all. 

I say, "Just this time, just pretend that I am him. Above your waist only. What you said, right?" 

She is sucking in her lower lip and just nods her head, her cheeks are blushing crimson almost immediately. Her ears are red. 

I say matter of fact, "This is what it would feel like." 

And I rub her shoulders and down her front all over, one breast then the other breast through her top, the nice swell of her flesh. The little puffy nipples. I feel her tummy, the bare skin. She's not wearing a bra and I wonder if I should go under her top. 

Her breathing is harder now, heavy, and she has rolled onto her back. Her one arm bent at the elbow. 

"Feel good," I say and she nods her head. 

"Here....." Its all I say and slip my hand under her top, trailing my fingers along her skin and press my hands into her bare flesh. She has such cute little nipples that stiffen to my touch. These little pencil erasers, and she is sucking in her breath as I squeeze and press my hand into her body, down her sides down her waist and back up again. Feeling the length of her, her bare skin. My other hand is curling around her waist as she turns herself close. Her eyes are closed the whole time. She is holding her mouth open, breathing through her mouth. I love looking at her white teeth.




Daddy and Baby Doll



She is trembling now and I know she likes it. I don't want to freak her out and I stop. She opens her eyes, smiles all teeth. Her lips glowing red, simply radiant. Shining.

"Thanks." She says. 

"Don't mention it."

Definitely tell dad this.

***********************

He just left. I think it's working.

He lay in my bed, turned me to him, had me go down on him, and we take it slow until I can take him all the way in my mouth. I want to make him cum, but he stopped me. 

I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. Oh my god!!! What he did.

He turned me over like I was a rag doll. He was trembling, and I felt his wet cock touch me right on my ass. He touches me there and is rubbing me between my legs at the same time. Over and over pressing me there, harder. Ow. A little pain, but he stops, can feel me tensing. I am feeling so nasty, and I stay on my knees let him move me however he wants. But I'm so tight. 

It gets real hard to stay quiet. "Shuuush," he is saying. He's holding me tight and going really wild. I can feel him pushing. He begins to press his finger into me, sliding into me. I am moaning at his intrusion. Two fingers, stretching me out. Not giving up. 

"Ohhhh, ow." I can feel myself stretching, almost too far.

He starts playing with my clit with his other hand, pulling me against him, and I'm trying to hold myself arching my back, holding my ass in the air. He's fingering my clit and pushing his fingers in my ass, I can feel his cock again. He's poking me, "Ow. Ow. Ow." He's holding to me, holding on hard, I feel his nails digging into my hips. I'm crazy!!! So intense. 

He's whispering, "We can do this." 

I let myself down off my knees until I lay flat on the bed, and he following me. 

"I got some lotion," I say and he lets me get it. 

So when I'm on the bed again, lube spread all over my ass and I feel him above me pushing, I am laying there with my ass in the air and my arms extending down the front of me. I have my hands on my cunt, rubbing myself furiously and biting my lips. I am pushing my fingers up into myself and can feel him, can feel his cock pop right inside. Fuuuuck. I can feel myself stretching, feel him inside me through the flesh that divides my cunt from my ass. The bulge of his cock as I push my fingers inside myself, feel him sliding all the way inside. Oh, he's in me! He's holding to me, and then sliding again, in and out. I moan and push my mouth into my pillow to muffle my cries. All he says is, "So tight." He cums immediately, all squishy and warm and hard. I feel him drop out of me. It was so quick. I am laying on my mattress soaking wet. 

It's been an hour. I was bursting in flames and melted out flat, I can't move. Something still burns, ashes. It hurts. 

Silence, he leaves. 

I lay there and think what my cunny would feel like with him in me. I lay my hand over my tummy, cup my little puss.

******************

I called Baby Doll and invited her to stay overnight this weekend. Christmas break started. 

"It'll be fun. When is the last time you had a real sleep over." 

She arrives at the house late afternoon with her bag in tow, and dad answers the door. Lets her in, I running to greet her as she steps into the foyer. Out of the corner of my eye: dad with paper under his arm disappearing around the corner into his Den.

I smile.

She ate with us, and we giggled and talked. Talked about classes, the one we share. Talked about boys. All girl talk, silly silly fun. We watched TV for awhile, nothing I don't usually do on a Friday night. We retired to my room and I watched open eyed as Baby Doll took out her nightie. I usually wear a long old T shirt or flannel or nothing at all 

But she was upping the ante. This candy apple green silk little loose, well, baby doll . It looked like a vintage 1970's nightie, utterly see through. She went into the bathroom and I begin frantically rummaging through my drawers for - SOMETHING. No T shirts tonight.

When she comes out of the bathroom - No bottoms! It is just down over her thighs just a little but I can see her light bush through the sheer fabric. When she moves, the fabric waves higher giving me delicious peeks at the line of her ass. I found a nice pair of pyjamas, bottoms and a half top that ties at the front. I look at her, she is blushing. This shy smile.

She says "Like it?" Holding her arms out from herself. Turns her back to me, showing her little ass cheeks beneath the hem.

"It's so cuuuute!"

"I bought it the other day........but, no bottoms. I got discount." She looks back. She crossed her legs, then leaps onto the bed. 

"I love it." 

"S'alright." She's smiling at my compliments, drawing her hand along the fabric around her thighs.

I began to pull my clothes off with her there. Comfortable. Natural, she'd seen me before, sliding my cotton panties down my legs. I was looking at her breasts, can see so perfectly the brown of her nipples, thinking of that other night. She was not really watching, sitting on the bed, paging through a magazine now, not naked naked me.

My heart pounding, and I pull on my top, looking at the dresser decide to leave the bottoms off. The same as her, but different because my top ties at my breasts and opens at either side of my hips, leaving my dark bush completely exposed. 

And we go to bed, my big enormous queen bed. We sleep together. Something I hadn't done in a long time. In fact, the only person who shared THIS bed with me was my.......wonder what he's doing?

But its so nice, the warmth, her smell. Hair everywhere, the smell of fruit and shampoo, make up. We've been friends since Junior High.

She finishes her magazine and pulls the sheet over herself, settles in. We are talking about nothing, giggling, turn out the lights. Black. Warmth and the scent of two girls.

"Good night."

"Night."

Her voice was so soft, a trembling lilt. I turn over, it was so very late, and I was tired. I was just drifting off, close my eyes but my mind just would not stop. I turn one way then another, aware of her presence. The weight of the mattress, the way it bends, somehow different - with her. It's funny. Dad has shared this bed so many times. But......never to sleep. Here SHE was, staying.....when your young no one sleeping in your bed.....

When.

I am still awake, my mind now going a million miles a second, thinking 'She's fallen to sleep.' Her breathing is steady, I can hear it. Listening with my eyes closed, and then...... I feel her hand. So soft. She was touching my belly, with her wrist curled around my waist. My eyes open, just the whites of my eyes, my head turned away, hair spread out on the mattress. I swear it is so silent now, she stopped breathing. Just the softness of her hand on me

I wait, thinking she may have fallen asleep again, when her hand slides down a little and lay on my hip. Her soft voice, "You've changed."

"Hmmmm." I turn my head toward her, feel my hairs lay across my cheek.

I smile, and in a low voice, "We've changed. Not skinny little sticks anymore." The light in the room is low, coming from the windows. But my eyes, completely adjusted to the dark, can make out her face.

I turn further toward her, lay on my back and sort of tilt over, facing her. She pulls the sheet down a little, exposing my chest, whispers, "You have nice breasts. Bigger than mine."

I can literally feel her breasts in my hand in that moment as she says this, remembering touching her that night. "Thanks." 

Her fingers are moving on me, stroking my belly in slow circles, my bare skin and I hear her voice again as she trails her fingers up tracing the line of my ribs.

"Can I.....touch yours."

!

"Sure."

She trails her fingers up my tummy and across my rib cage, I let out a soft stretch. Anticipating her small fingers, drinking in the way they feel, tracing lines on my skin. The fabric of my pyjamas are touching her hand, I can feel the fabric moving back and then a tug at the tie holding my top closed. My pyjama top springs open and falls to my sides. 

Sigh, god her small fingers on me. I sigh again. I am something between a B cup and a C cup. Her hand covers my breast all at once, my right breast, as I turn further toward her. The soft touch of her fingers, her thin soft fingers. I can't describe this feeling that came over me. It was different. She was stroking me, delicate, covering my breast with her hand and squeezing, but purposefully avoiding my nipple. It was driving me crazy, making me so wet. She is touching me, exploring, so slow, like forever. I let her rub me for at least twenty minutes, her hands wandering over my body, my arms, pressing my breasts over and over.

I close my eyes again and let her, almost falling asleep. My heart pounding in my chest, I know she can feel that. She begins to slide her hands over my thighs, across my abdomen, just barely brushing the hairs of my pussy.

I begin to rock my hips, it was utterly involuntary. I was so suddenly wet it surprised me, could feel my pussy lips sliding together as I squeeze my thighs, and I was thinking about how we were naked in this bed from the waist down. How close she is to me. Her hand on me was so intoxicating. I could feel myself already, juices leaking on my thigh. I wanted to reach my hand down and just feel myself, touch the hairs, guide her hand between my legs. 

I roll a little onto my back again, and reaching with my hand begin to play with her long hair, caress her shoulders and down her arm as she is touching me.

She got up on one elbow, her hand cupping my breast again, "Can I feel it with my mouth?"

Oh god! I pause, taking in those words. There was lust in her voice now, lower. A growl. It was so late, I was so tired. 

"Yes," I said. 

I could feel her move upon me in the dark, her lips press directly around my nipple. I could not contain myself, and let out this soft breath mingling with a moan. I arched my back and press my breast to her, wrapping my hand around the back of her head hold her to me. Stretching my length and we are sliding closer together on the mattress, just laying along the length of each other. Feeling our warmth. God, I could feel her tongue on me, feel it exploring around, licking my aureoles, following the circle of my nipples. 

So good.

She put her hand back on my belly and started making her way down, crossing my navel, stroking my bare hips, the tops of my thighs with her hand. But she stops around the lower part of my tummy, her thumb just touching my navel. Her fingers are grazing at the little tufts of hair that frame the top of my cunny, the hillocks of my mound. 

She's just pressing her hand down into my abdomen, repeatedly, feeling my flesh yield, lifting herself from me. We look at one another, nose to nose. I could see the whites of her eyes, her soft smile, full mouth. I lean in to her, my mouth held open - inviting - and press myself to her. Touch our lips together. 

We kiss, opening our mouths, I let her take my lower lip, her tongue swirling along my teeth, our tongues touching and sliding together. And something bursts open in me, I am so hungry just then, wanting to be close and open my mouth wide I take her in me, press myself to her, turn my head and feel her embrace. She wraps her arm around my waist, playing with my hair as we touch our tongues. 

My hands hold to her hip, the fabric of her top was so light and thin, I could feel my breasts press against her and reaching lower caress her bare skin, the soft skin of her hips. I lift my leg and let it press against her thigh, press my fingers into her abdomen, can feel her legs opening and I settle my leg between her knees. And we are still kissing, the whole time, so nice. 

I let go her mouth just long enough to ask, "Can I touch you?" I am laying up against her, but she knows what I mean.

She whispers back, hungry little words, between kisses. My lips touching hers as she says, "Not yet..... I want to just feel you......dońt want to get distracted with myself."

And she rolls me back into the mattress and follows, running her hands along my body, sitting up slightly reclining herself above me, and I relax just raise my arms above my head and curl my arms around my hair. Letting her. Yielding. She can do anything to me.

We begin kissing again, these sweet little, millions of kisses type of kiss. Touching our lips and then pulling back, over and over. Pressing and letting go. She was holding my lower lip in her mouth, taking it and releasing, wet kisses, chewing and tugging at my lips, before she would press herself down on me. Open her mouth again, insatiable. I could feel her hand move down my body, my sides, over my breasts, reaching lower lower with no hint of stopping; and then cupping, curling her fingers between my legs.

"Ahhhhh." I curl my hand around the back of her middle.

I was so wet I could feel my cum running down my ass, I was staining the sheets already. Her hand on me brought out this involuntary moan and I push my mons up into her hand, opening my legs for her. Fuck, she could do anything to me. Fuck, I wanted this to last forever and ever. 

Her kisses had melted me completely, all resistance gone. She ran her fingers on my body perfectly, touching into me. My body undulating, pulsing beneath her. Our skin was shining beneath the sheets. Precious jewels. I could feel her fingernails, her red painted nails, pulling my pussy lips open, running her fingers up and down through me, and then pushing a finger into my hole. Not far, this little nail up in me, her hands on me. Everywhere on me, and I simply couldn't breath, could not catch my breath, as her finger pressed deep inside me. Feeling her nail scrape feather light along my soft flesh. I moving my hips around now, and guiding her with my body, up and down with her touch. Higher. Mmmm, yes. Her middle finger trailing this line, splitting me open, and we kissing the whole time, kissing millions of kisses, our breasts pressed together. I was really going crazy with all of it. 

"This ok?" She says to me.

"Hmmmm. Don't stop." 

She did something no one had ever done to me before. When I am very aroused my inner pussy lips swell up, sort of hang loose from me, stick out from my cunny. She grabbed my inner pussy lips between her two fingers and began to pull at them, tug the soft flesh. 

My mouth opening as she did that, "Ahhhh. Ahhhh" It felt incredible. No words.

Each tug felt this incredible surge of pleasure. She would pull and relax, pull and relax at my pussy, then tug it to the side and the other side, causing the flesh to slide and pull against my clit. I was getting so sensitive that when she finally dug into me again, letting her finger slide directly over my clit, pushing back the fleshy hood I felt myself utterly melt. I jerked away a little. Her eyes wide, "You ok."

"Oh, god.....slow. Careful. So sensitive." 

"Sorry," her hands retreating and I grasped her and pulled her back between my legs, "No. Don't....stop."

She was enthralled. My fingers were clinging to her now, and without thinking I had reached my hands up under her top and was squeezing her little breasts, the little buds of flesh in my hands. Our mouths touching and our hands roaming. Our touch felt so intimate to me, the way she held her mouth. Our kisses. She held her mouth to my ear, I remember thinking of her smell the sound of her breath. I could smell her pussy now, and wondering what she tasted like. She put her mouth at my ear, and bringing her hand up, caressing my hair as she spoke. 

Our mingling scents, she whispering to me, "Yoúre so wet, even your ass is wet. Can I touch it?" 

I just agreed with my head and whispering back, "Can I. Can I touch you?" Despite the fact my hands were all over her now. She knew what I wanted.

She kissed me, "Hmmmmm. K."

And I began to reach down as she positioned herself for me, lifting her knee and opening herself up, laying on her side. The sheets pulled back, I touched her little bush and the whole surface of her was lubricated, slippery sopping wet, hot. I pressed my finger down into her and felt her jump as my fingers grazed her clit. Spreading her open, she lifted up on her knees and sort of crawling up higher, turning so her legs were wide open, and let me press my fingers deep into her, and slipping up her ass scrapping my nails between her pussy and over her ass hole. 

I simply moved myself toward the smell of her, and pressing her backward on the bed, lay her down so she was laying the opposite of how we had been sleeping. She letting me, laying with her legs held wide open. And pulling her open with my fingers, touched my tongue to her. Her hands lay on her tummy and I lapped at her, at her juices, tasted her. The Sweet tangy spice of my Baby Doll. I pressed my tongue into her, fucked her with my tongue, tasting the sweet juices, and lapped to the top of her mound until my tongue traced the line of her clit, pressing into its tight little nob, this hard little finger. Her little pearl. I could hear her whimpering, as I lapped at her, she playing with my hair. How she felt, the soft wet skin of her cunt. Her juices all over my face as I buried myself into her, pressing my fingers in and sucking and licking at her body. 

Soaking sopping wet, like me. Our bodies, the same. Pussies. Breasts. Girl bodies, touching and sliding together. She sat back up, turning to me, facing me and kissed me again. She was tasting herself as we kissed, began touching me, I was following her touches with my own on her body, mirroring our fingers over our bodies. 

Clits and cunt, she pressed me back, we lay facing each other possessed by a rising hunger, bumping our sexes together. Pressing our fingers up inside ourselves, the way her hips moved as I fucked into her. Kissing. We held our fingers still and laying together, tipped our hips back and forth bumping and letting our fingers press in and slide out. Letting our fingers grind into our clits, keeping pace with the other. Both looking down between our legs, up the length of our bodies - between the kisses. 

She falls at my side, lay on her back again, and began pulling at me cooing out, "Yoúre making me so horny, I need to cum. Come here," and tugging at me, rolled me on top of her. We were sideways on the mattress now. 

"Lay on me. I want to feel Our skin." 

I was now moving myself above her, following her tugs and whimpers, she was guiding me, telling me what she wanted with her hands. 

And I will always remember what she had said. 'Our skin.' I was thinking that as I lifted myself up, how I would always remember, lifting my knee over the top of her. I straddled her on all fours, briefly, looking down at her spread out on the bed before I let my body lay down on her.

Our skin.

Exquisite. There are no words!

We tangled our legs together, the feel of our breasts pressing into one another, our hips, our arms tangling together. Soft skin, our soft little cunnies bumping together. Hungry mounds of hair, matted wet from our touches. My long hair hanging in her eyes. The feel of her teeth on my tongue. I simply cańt describe how it felt, the way our bodies slid together, fit together. Our smells, this sheen of sweat on our skin. Nipples pressed together. If a light had entered the room, how we would have shined. 

And this moment of pause. Of stillness as I lay against her. How we looked in each others eyes, and slowly, so slowly, touched our lips together. Taking in with all our senses, our skin.

"Hi," she said, kissing me. Smiling, I touched her mouth. "mmmmmmm," letting my voice vibrate against her, as my hand slid down her side.

The hairs of our pussies touching, I could feel her hairs tickle my abdomen. Never had I felt such a rush of pleasure, as she pushed her little mound against me, a gentle arching of her hips, tipping her cunt to me, lifting it like an open mouth to me. Like a hungry little bird as I let my weight down on her, feeling her pushing, pushing back into me. 




Daddy and Baby Doll



That delicious pressure, that feeling of pushing into wet flesh. I brought one leg up on the side of her thigh and settled my cunny lips directly over hers, touching our slits, arching myself until our pink centers merged. Began to slide together. 

She opening her legs wide, tipped her sex to me, and as soon as I felt her wetness I could not lay still. Oh my god, how I squirmed! There is no way to describe. How soft, how we slid together. I could feel my pussy lips, inner and outer, slide right into her. She pushing herself up harder, undulating our hips, how we fit together - touching our open mouths. 

I simply could not press against her hard enough. We were kissing again, tongueing. I hungrily pressing myself to her body, laying along her length, feeling her hips rise and fall and our sexes bumping together, faster now. The hair of her puss catching me between my legs as she squirmed around. 

Oh, and the sound of our bodies, wet slapping together. She was rotating her hips, slipping back and forth, drawing circles on me. I could feel my pussy slide across her, feel her bumping into me, and the touch of our clits. Fucking! The way my hips werefucking against her, and she meeting every thrust. 

Her clit was so hard, how I could feel it slide on me. We would touch our clits together, positioning ourselves for the other, moving in little circles around the other. Unfuckingbeleivable. So sensitive. I held my mouth open over her, could not think, just touching our lips together as our sexes touch together. Feeling our warm breaths panting, whimpering. Eyes wild. 

I was breathing so hard, could not catch my breath. She had her arms bent at the elbows and laying at her side. Our lips wet, our skin, tummies, breasts slippery with sweat. Such exertions! Sliding on each other. Hungry. She was whimpering, holding her body to me, moving so much faster. I found her clit with mine, and following her movements slid my clit into hers as hard as I could. I could feel our little fingers, electricity running up my spine each time we touched. MY little girl. I had a little girl, I was a little girl, fucking delicious what our bodies could do. Feeling the glass shatter, the hot glass - like a cut pressing into her, and I could feel her shaking beneath me..... 

"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum......Oh God!" 

My hair was draped across her mouth. I remember looking into her eyes, could see her mouth moving. She looked like she was in pain, her nails digging into me. I kissed her and held her tongue in my mouth and pinned her beneath me. She was arching her back and lifting me up, her grinding against me. 

"Oh fuck, yes." She could barely let out the words. 

I felt her tense and held myself to her, riding her, she began shaking her pussy hard against me, uncontrollably, and the movement made me weak. I fell upon her, and wave upon wave rising in me. Up my side, electric. The darkness went utterly black. Like veins of light running up my skin, she had grasped my breasts and was squeezing as I simply fell on her, reaching up and pressed my hands to hers, curling our fingers together. 

I could hear us slapping, the wetness, my thighs trembling uncontrollably until I felt myself relax, the excruciating pain pleasure drain into a sort of bubbling lethargy. Its heat spread across my skin. Utter, pure relaxation, so all wonderfully freshly fucked.

We simply fell together, draped across the mattress, melted ice, trembling and weak. My precious gem was melted. Our bodies, god I could not touch her enough. I was so hungry, still so hungry. Her nipple at the corner of my mouth. Her hair on my cheek. Sweat stinging my eyes. Where was I?

We lay like that a long time, too weak to move. I felt her hand at the back of my head. She whispering, "I love you." 

I wanted to suck on her nipples so I turned my head and wrapped my mouth around her. My pussy wasn't touching her anymore but I could feel her wetness - our wetness - on my tummy. Her cunt laying against me, her pussy hairs wet and matted directly over my navel, leaving this swirl of cum on my body until I was sliding on her again. I lay my mouth on her and sucked on her nipples, suckled her, sliding my hands down her sides. 

I moved to her mouth again, and the moment our cunnies touched again, I felt a light orgasm wash over me. It stung. Piercing, soft, light. I kissed her again as I dropped off to her side.

I simply have no words to describe. Seeing and feeling her cum was too much for me. We pulled off our clothes then fell asleep in each others arms. 

And I'll admit, I didn't think of daddy at all as I lay there with Baby Doll. 

Mainly because, I had no words.

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I lay in the dark, could hear her breath feel her warmth. Reaching my hand, lay my palm over her bare ass, facing toward her as she slept on her stomach.

I lay like that with my eyes open. Darkness. I could feel my heart pulsing. Silence.

Thinking about what I had done. Sometimes you aim for something, never intending to hit the mark. When, sometimes you do and well beyond.

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And a thought appeared flitting across the darkness 

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Should I go find daddy?

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Daddy and Baby Girl



My mom had become a "cold fish" I believe the term is. She didn't give daddy sex anymore and he had tried to find it outside of home. When he contracted a STD though, he quit having outside flings. Unfortunately, his anger would flare more and I knew it was from his frustrations. I felt sorry for daddy and since I was eighteen, I decided that maybe I could help.

I knew that daddy had a vasectomy after I was born because the doctor told him that if mom got pregnant again, it would kill her. He has a very strong sex drive and I knew of his stash of sex magazines he used to jerk off with. Even I knew it wasn't the same as having a sex with a woman. 

Lately, I've noticed daddy looking at my body more and more. Sometimes he enters my bedroom without knocking while I'm dressing and then acts like it's the most normal thing in the world. One day he just walked into the bathroom while I was stripping for my shower even though had I told him that I was going to take a shower.

Mom decided to go home to visit her parents, but daddy couldn't take time off from work and I was in school. It meant a week without mom and my opportunity to talk with daddy. The day after mom left, daddy came home in a grumpy mood.

"What's wrong daddy?" I asked.

Daddy gave a huge sigh, "Nothing baby girl." It was always his response.

"Daddy, can we talk for a little bit?" I asked.

"After dinner baby girl, daddy needs to take a shower," he said.

"Ok daddy. I'll have it fixed soon," and I went into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner. I could hear the shower running for a long time before the water finally shut off.

Soon we sat down and ate dinner. Daddy had a few drinks with his meal and seemed to be in a better mood.

"So what did you want to talk about baby girl?" he asked.

"Well daddy, I want to talk about sex," I stated as calmly as I could.

"Don't you think you should talk with mom about that?" he asked.

"No daddy. She's not like us," I said.

"Like us baby girl? What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Well daddy, I'm hyper all the time thinking about sex and wanting it, but I don't do it because I don't want to get pregnant. Now my grades are starting to slip in school because I can't concentrate; my mind keeps visualizing sexual fantasies. I just can't get focused!" I tell him.

I knew I had him now because, if anything, daddy was a stickler for education. He wanted me to go to college and not get a low paying job like mom and him.

He looks at me intently. "How long has this been going on baby girl?"

"For three months now daddy and if I don't do something soon, then I'm not going to get that scholarship," I look at him with sad eyes.

He reacts to my sadness in the way I had expected, "Oh baby girl, come here and sit on daddy's lap."

I come over and sit across daddy's legs and look him in the eye and he wraps his warm strong arms around me. "What can daddy do baby girl?"

I heave heavy and go into my prepared line, "Daddy, I know you've had a vasectomy and can't get me pregnant. Do you think you can satisfy my craving for sex so that I can focus in school?" and I look pleadingly into his eyes.

I can see that dad is torn between lust and the taboo of incest. He's quiet for a long time, but I can feel his hard cock against my thigh. His hand comes up and caresses the side of my face and I lean my head into it. He draws my head to his and our lips meet for our first kiss. His lips are soft and warm then his tongue enters my mouth. I can feel my pussy getting wet and throbbing with desire. 

I moan into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his head. His hand drops down to my breast and he pushes against me feeling that I'm not wearing a bra. My nipples are already hard and erect.

"Oh baby girl," daddy says, "I can feel your excitement." He continues to kiss me and his hand crosses over to my other breast to feel my hard nipple there also. When he pinches it, I can't help to moan even louder into his mouth. Daddy pulls my top off over my head and gently rubs the flat of his palm over my nipples.

Daddy picks me up then and carries me to his bed and lays me down. "Take off your clothes baby girl," and I quickly do what he says.

I watch as daddy removes his clothes releasing his hard cock. It's long and wide and daddy smiles as he watches me look at him. His hand caresses the length of his shaft and a drop of pre-cum surfaces at the tip. 

Daddy crawls into bed beside me and bends over to kiss me deeply yet again while his hand roams to length of my body stopping right on top of my mound. He draws his mouth away from my lips and sucks one of my breasts into his mouth and then harder on my nipple causing my back to arch and another moan escapes my mouth. I feel the pleasure shoot all the way into my pussy; I'm getting wetter and the throbbing in it is making it ache.

"Oh daddy, my pussy is throbbing and aching," I tell him.

"Oh my baby girl is really worked up. Maybe daddy should make it feel better right away and then go slower the next time," he says as he opens my thighs and rolls in between my legs.

I feel him rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy lips and pressing it hard against my clit. I rise my hips up off the bed and moan yet again. Daddy pushes the head of his cock into my virgin opening and I gasp at how it stretches me.

Daddy rubs my clit with his finger. "It's okay baby girl. Daddy will go slowly and take care of your craving."

I feel more of his hard cock enter into me. I'm not worried because I lost my hymen years ago when I masturbated. I feel so full and yet more of his hard cock in pushed into my opening. My body reacts on its own by spreading my legs as wide as I can.

"Okay baby girl, daddy is almost inside you now. Just a few more inches to go," and he lies partially on my body while his fingers, mouth and teeth work on my nipples. 

My body is exploding for all the sensations coursing through it. I'm breathing faster and faster not being able to fill my lungs with enough air. Daddy gives one final hard push and I can feel his heavy balls gently rubbing against my ass.

"All in now baby girl. Now daddy can make you feel better," he says and he pulls out a bit and then back in again. My legs curl around his back trying the capture him and never let him leave.

I feel a force building within my body; my heart is beating faster and faster and I hear it pounding in my ears. I cannot hear my own mouth crying out in lust fulfilled.

Daddy hears though and starts to pump his hard cock in and out of me faster and faster; harder and harder. I clutch to his shoulders as hard as my legs are clutching to his back. Finally my orgasm explodes within me and I see bright lights behind the closed lids of my eyes and my breath is ragged.

Daddy kisses me again and groans loudly in my mouth and then I feel his hot semen flood my tight canal. He stills on top of me, the side of his face pressed against mine with his hot breath landing on my ear. The weight of his body feels wonderful as does his cock still buried within me. 

Daddy rolls over on the bed taking me with him; clutching me tightly to his chest with his strong arms wrapped around my back.

"Oh daddy," I sigh when my thoughts and breath return, "That was amazing, it was so good that I can't even tell you how good it was."

Daddy smiles, "Yes baby girl, it was good for daddy too." 

"I love you daddy, thank you," I say as I drift off to sleep on top of daddy feeling love and contentment.

"Daddy loves his baby girl too," he whispers.