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My Daughter's Garter Belt

By: rockandroller



This one’s for the ever delectable Nikki M., who has her own reasons for liking this kind of story……………

I’m a realtor, a job I never imagined myself having when I was young but which has turned into something that I really enjoy. I get to meet lots of different people and set my own hours.  I make plenty of money, which seems to mostly get spent on my wife Judy and my daughter Andrea. Not that I mind, because I love them both dearly.

One of my responsibilities as a realtor is to take videos of my clients’ homes. We post them on our website so that potential customers can take a virtual tour of the house they are considering buying. I also keep stills from the videos on my laptop so that I can show those off, too.

I own a fancy digital video camera, one with all of the bells and whistles. It was pretty expensive, but if it helps me sell houses I’m all for it. It uses several different batteries, and I was on the way out the door to meet a new client when I discovered that one of them was bad.

At this point, I figured that I had two choices. I could stop by the store on the way to my appointment and pick up a new battery. But I’d be a few minutes late to meet my client, and that wasn’t exactly the first impression I liked to give.

My other choice was to run upstairs and see if I could find the spare battery in Andrea’s room. My daughter has an MP3 player that uses the same battery, and I knew that she had one because I’d bought it for her just last week. I thought I was doing her a favor, but when I gave it to her she said, “Hey, I don’t need this but thanks anyway.” I said, “Keep it. You’ll need it someday.” I didn’t know that I was going to need it before she did.

If I could find the battery in her room quickly enough than I wouldn’t be late for my appointment. I decided that I’d gamble on looking in her room rather than the certain delay of running to the store.

I looked in the obvious place first – her desk. I was kind of uncomfortable going through it. She’s almost grown, and I felt that at her age she deserved her privacy. On the other hand, I was her father. I compromised by making as quick a search as I could. But I didn’t find the battery.

I moved my search over to her shelves. I looked under her colorful Beanie Babies and by her stereo. Behind her collection of pictures of herself and her friends through the years. I went through her assortment of costume jewelry. After a minute or two I concluded that the battery was not on her shelves.

The only place left was her dresser. I figured that it was unlikely that the battery was in with her clothes and I was jout going to skip it and run to the store. But then I remembered that I kept a drawer full of junk in my dresser. Maybe my daughter did too.

I went through her dresser quickly, just giving the clothes in each drawer a quick toss to look underneath. Of course the battery was in the last drawer I looked in. It was in a pile of assorted junk in the bottom left drawer, along with her underwear. I couldn’t help myself as I glanced at her panty collection. She had panties with bunnies, panties in silk and cotton, thong panties and satin panties. Panties in pinks and blues and lavenders. I drew my eyes away and grabbed the battery. I was about to close the drawer when I noticed it.

Almost hidden under a pair of silky cream colored panties was a garterbelt. It was black and lacy, and when I moved the panties to see it better I also saw a pair of shiny nylon stockings in a dark smoke color. Even though my eyes were drawn to it in a kind of “isn’t that sexy” way I really didn’t give it much thought. I mean, Andrea had always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. 

My daughter had never been one to dress up at all. She didn’t wear makeup and it seemed like she hardly ever even combed her short dark hair. Last Christmas it was like pulling teeth to get her to wear a dress to our family party. When she’d reluctantly put it on, Judy and I had complimented her on how pretty she looked, but our opinion must not have counted for much because she wouldn’t wear one again. But I guess that since she was an almost grown woman I assumed that she’d come to own some of that kind of stuff, even if she never wore it.

I took the battery and got to my appointment on time. We made a walkthrough video and I was on my way to another sale. Afterwards I stopped by the camera store and picked up another battery. By the time I got back it was almost time for Andrea to be home from school. My wife had rush hour to contend with and wouldn’t be home for a little bit yet. I sat down at my desk to work on editing my video into the perfect sales pitch.

Andrea came in a little later. She had on her usual pair of faded jeans, torn sneakers and a t-shirt. Her book laden backpack was slung over her shoulder. “Hey Dad.” That was her usual greeting as she bounced up the stairs to her room. I was working on my presentation and I figured that I could tell her about borrowing her battery and give her the new one when she came back down.

I was trying to make my clients’ hopeless backyard look a little greener when Andrea waltzed through the living room again, obviously on her way out. She was still dressed in her jeans and t-shirt and her ever present backpack was still on her shoulder.

“Gotta split,” she said, bending over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

“Where’re you going?”

“Keith’s taking me to see the new Mandy Moore movie. It’s a sequel to that other one. It’s called ‘Night to Remember.’ It’s supposed to be really good, and I told you and Mom I was going last week.”

I vaguely remembered that conversation. I punched a key on my computer, saving my newly created video. By the time I looked up, Andrea was walking out the door, tossing a “Bye Dad,” over her shoulder.

She was already gone, and I hadn’t had the chance to give her her battery back. Oh well, I thought. If I put it back now she’d never know I’d been in there at all. I fetched the battery and went upstairs and tossed it into her dresser drawer. I had it almost closed when something struck me amiss. I still don’t know exactly why, but I pulled the drawer back open to take a look.

It took me a moment to realize what I’d seen. The garterbelt and nylons were gone. I took a quick shuffle through the panties in the drawer, but the sexy black underthings were definitely not there.

Now that was interesting. I mean, Andrea still had on her jeans and t-shirt when she left. She looked just like she always did. And she certainly hadn’t had time to put them on under her other clothes. My curiosity got the better of me and I took a quick look through the rest of her room like I had earlier, but this time looking for the missing underthings. They were nowhere to be found.

The nagging little question of what she might have done with the garterbelt tickled my curiosity as I went back downstairs to watch the news. The best explanation I could come up with was that maybe one of her girlfriends had left it here after a sleepover and Andrea was going to take it back. But that didn’t exactly make sense. Andrea had said that she was going to a movie with Keith. I may not know everything about my daughter, but I do know one thing – she never lies to me. Oh, she may stretch the truth here and there. And she’s not above leaving something out of an explanation if she thinks I shouldn’t know about it. But she’s never actually told me a lie. 

I was contemplating my possible choices of action, and had settled on casually sharing my discovery with my wife.  But I didn’t get the chance. I met her at the door when she got home, and I took her in my arms and gave her an appreciative hug and a warm kiss. Thoughts of Andrea’s garterbelt flew from my head as I held Judy. She looked delicious in her work clothes, and I didn’t get to take her out of them too often. As we kissed I was starting to think that maybe I was going to get my chance tonight. Andrea wasn’t home and we had the place to ourselves, at least for a couple of hours.

I leaned back as I held her and started to unbutton her blouse.

“Oh no you don’t,” she murmured.

“Why not?”

“Tonight’s girl’s night out.” She said this with that long suffering patient voice that all women seem to develop towards their husbands. She went out with a bunch of her friends once a month or so, and apparently it was tonight. “I told you about it last week.”

“Mmm,” I said, nuzzling her neck. “Sure you won’t change your mind?”

“Not this time, tiger. But hold on to those thoughts until I get home. I only stopped by ‘cause it’s on the way and to bring you a kiss.”

Judy delivered her kiss, and my head swam. “And to remind you that Andrea’s going to the movie tonight. You didn’t forget, did you?”

“Of course not! She’s already come and gone. ‘Night to Remember,’ with Mandy Moore, right?”

“Right.” She said this with a curious mixture of disbelief and confirmation. “But now I’m late and I have to get going. Looks like you get the house all to yourself for a change. Hope you enjoy it!” Judy pushed my hand away, buttoned her blouse, gave me a quick peck on the lips and left.

I don’t know why my wife thought I’d look forward to an evening alone. Fact is, I love both of the girls in my life, and I’m happiest when they’re around. I opened a can of beef stew for dinner and settled into the living room to try and watch some TV.  I tried not to think about my daughter’s garterbelt.

But it was difficult. I found myself wondering if my daughter had some kind of secret sex life going on. What was she doing with that stuff anyhow? Where did she get it? I realized with a start that my dick was starting to get hard as I pondered my daughter’s garterbelt. Now I’m a leg guy from way back, and nothing can get me going faster than a pair of shapely legs in shiny nylon, even if it’s only in my imagination. But I felt more than a little guilty this time, because I was imagining my daughter’s legs.

Why on earth would she take stockings with her when she was going to the movies dressed in jeans? If she just liked to dress up and imagine her future sex life, why would she take them with her to the movies? I tried to ignore the image of Andrea in stockings, but I couldn’t do it. What could she be doing? In the end I convinced myself that it was my fatherly duty to try and figure out what was going on. For her own protection.

I got on my computer and looked up the local movie times to find out where the movies was showing. If it was nearby, then I probably had a good chance of catching them there. I found that it was playing at a movieplex about a mile away. That had to be the one they were going to. The movie was going to be over in just a little bit.

I got into my car and drove to the movie theatre, which was built into the corner of the parking lot of a large shopping mall. I drove around until I found a parking spot where I could see the front door of the theatre as the people came out, but wasn’t too visible. If I was going to play detective and follow my little girl around, it wouldn’t do to have her spot me.

I didn’t have long to wait. A couple of minutes after the movie ended a gush of people came out of the theatre. I almost didn’t see them, and a kind of shock went through me when I realized that I’d spotted my daughter. Andrea and Keith came out, giggling and with their arms wrapped around each other. But I’d never seen Andrea like this before.

My daughter was wearing the dark nylon stockings from her drawer and a pair of black high heeled sandals that just screamed “fuck me.” She had on a short skirt that hugged her girlish hips but flowed looser as it went down her legs. Her sexy blouse was unbuttoned enough to see her cleavage, and her tits were obviously unencumbered with a bra. I noticed a little stirring in my cock as I watched this vivacious girl bounce and giggle down the sidewalk. I wished that I was a teenager again with a girl like that on my arm.

I was in stunned. Where was my little girl? What had happened to my blue-jeaned daughter who didn’t care about how she looked? Who was this effervescent fox who was attracting the eye of every guy outside the theatre? Most of all, why had she kept this part of her life a secret? I made my mind up right then to follow her. As every parent knows, if your child has something she doesn’t want you to know about, than that’s the one thing you need to know about. And there was obviously some secret-keeping going on.

Andrea and Keith got into his car and started to drive home. I started my car and followed them as they drove through the mall parking lot. But at the bottom of the hill they turned left instead of right and drove to Montbello City Park. It’s is a pretty large grassy park with curvy roads, lots of trees and secluded places to pull over and neck, so it was pretty popular with the teenage crowd. I’d even taken Judy there a few times.

There weren’t many cars there, and I kept quite a ways back so that they wouldn’t see me as I followed them down the winding road. Keith parked the car under some trees at a sheltered curve in the street and turned it off. I figured that they were going to do some necking, and I parked where I was and turned my car off too.

From my position I could see the passenger window pretty clearly, and I watched as Andrea leaned over and started kissing Keith. They were obviously practiced, and I was about to fire up my car and go home. I didn’t know what I was going to do about Andrea. Maybe even nothing. My daughter obviously just liked to dress up sexy for her dates and for some reason didn’t want her mother and me to know about it. I figured that I’d better get home before she did so that I wouldn’t have to come up with an explanation about where I’d been if Andrea got home before me.

I was actually reaching for the key when Andrea’s head disappeared down into Keith’s lap. I couldn’t believe it. I sat there stunned, hoping that her head would reappear. This couldn’t be. Not my little girl. When her head came back up I relaxed a little, but my relief was very short lived. I watched as the top of her head began bobbing up and down. Obviously my daughter was giving her boyfriend a blowjob.

Keith’s head dropped back and he closed his eyes in ecstasy. I was filled with an immediate rage that this asshole was getting a blowjob from my little girl. As I sat there trying to decide whether or not to go over and yank him from the car and pound his face in I suddenly realized that another emotion was burbling up from my subconscious. I was jealous.  Now where did that thought come from? I’d never had those kind of thoughts about my little girl before, but I was sure having them now. I felt guilty and aroused all at the same time.

As I sat there and watched a thousand emotions went through me before one surfaced and took hold. And I finally had to admit it to myself. I wanted to see. There’s no excuse. It was just plain lust on my part. There was a gorgeous little girl with long legs in dark stockings and a fuck-me outfit giving a blowjob to some lucky guy just a little ways from me, and I wanted a better look. Even if it was my daughter.

I got out of my car, not shutting the door so that I wouldn’t make any noise. Keeping some of the trees between me and Keith’s car, I approached the lovers as quietly as I could. When I go to the tree nearest them, I peered around. I was in for an even bigger erotic shock than I’d imagined. While I’d been out of sight Andrea had gotten up on her knees on the passenger seat, and her head was still bobbing up and down on Keith’s dick. I watched as his hand wandered familiarly over my daughter’s ass, and then began to lift her skirt out of the way. I wasn’t surprised to see the garterbelt holding up the dark stockings. But when I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties I had to adjust my pants to allow room for growing dick.

My daughter’s bare buns were plainly visible through the window of the car as she blew her boyfriend. Her ass was taut and bouncing against the glass with the rhythm of her efforts. I’d never realized just what a wonderful ass she had. After all, I’d never seen it in anything but baggy jeans. I could see the pale pink rosebud of her asshole, and she spread her legs a little bit to allow Keith’s wandering hand better access to her pussy. She was obviously wet, and I thought I could hear her moan when he rubbed her clit.

Keith began sliding her cum around her bottom, making it all shiny and wet. He fondled her butt, occasionally sliding his hand to her slit to gather more of her cum. Once when his hand was out of the way and she arched her back I thought I caught a glimpse of her pussy. I couldn’t tell for sure but it looked like maybe it had been shaved. I guess that I’d always assumed that she had dark thick hair between her legs that matched the hair on her head. 

I was debating grabbing my own cock and doing myself in the bushes. I hadn’t been this aroused in years. That tight little ass and wet pussy were every man’s wet dream. My cock was actually aching. Then Andrea’s bobbing slowed and became more deliberate. I knew that Keith was about to cum when his hand froze on her naked butt and he moaned loudly enough that I could hear it. His back arched as he thrust himself into my daughter’s mouth. Andrea didn’t withdraw her head. It dropped down even further into his lap, and I was sure that she was swallowing his load as he thrust and spasmed into her.

They were done, and it was time for me to go if I didn’t want to get caught. I went back the way I’d come, keeping the trees between me and Keith’s car. I got back into my car and kind of hunched down just in case one of them looked my way. I peered over the top of my dashboard, watching. After a minute or two the car started up and they began to drive away. I started my car and followed them. 

This time they drove to our house. I parked unseen a few houses down, curious about what their routine was. I mean, Andie had never come back from a date dressed like this before.

Andrea got out of the car, backpack in hand. She leaned in the open door, obviously saying goodbye. Then she turned to walk up to the house, a kind of satisfied wiggle in her walk. Keith started up his car and drove away. Andie didn’t go to the front door, but walked around to the side of the house. There’s a large lilac bush there next to a maple tree, and if she was in the right spot she couldn’t be seen from either our windows or the neighbors. I figured that she was going to hide there and change back into her jeans, and I wanted to catch her in the act. A ‘Night to Remember?’ I’d give her a night to remember.

I got out of my car and hurried to surprise her. When I came up behind her, Andrea had already removed her high heels. She held them in one hand while she rummaged with the other in her backpack, pulling out her jeans. When I grabbed her arm she was so startled that she almost pulled free. Then she saw it was me.

“Daddy!”

I didn’t answer. I walked towards the front door, half shoving and half pulling my daughter along. She’d always been a little small for her age, and I had no trouble pushing her around. “Daddy! What are you doing! Stop it!” Andrea got madder as we went along, but she had no idea how much I knew about her activities or she would have been more frightened and less angry.

When I got her inside I let her jerk away from me. She dropped her backpack on the floor, but she still held her black high heels in her hand. Andie knew she was in trouble. She just didn’t know how big it was. She looked so fetching as she waited for my inquisition that I almost decided to just let it go. But no parent worth his salt backs away from a confrontation just because it’s going to be uncomfortable. I folded my arms as I stood in front of my daughter, using my ‘mad daddy’ pose.


My Daughter's Garter Belt Ch. 02



Andie started cumming right away, a low squealing escaping her lips as the waves passed through her.  I didn’t stop or slow down, but I kept right on driving myself into my daughter.  I wanted her to go into a sensory overload, so I started nibbling on her neck as I reached between her legs with my free hand and tickled her clit.

She kept right on cumming, the longest orgasm I’d ever seen a girl have.  My little girl squirmed and panted and gasped “oh Daddy-oh Daddy-oh Daddy” over and over as I screwed her.  She was lost in a world of pleasure, oblivious to everything except her cumming pussy.  I was able to last much longer than our first time.  I gently held her orgasming body as I gave my daughter a lesson in real fucking. 

Finally I felt my own orgasm approaching, and with a loud moan I shoved myself into her and shot her full of hot sperm.  It was just like before – my daughter’s pussy was just too tight to contain both my cock and my seed, and it spilled out of her as fast as I squirted it into her, drenching her thighs above her stockings.

Andrea dropped her hand between her legs and gathered the sperm as it spilled from her and took it to her greedy lips.  She sucked them clean as she squirmed her pussy around me,  driving me wild and milking my dick dry.  Eventually orgasm wound down and my thrusting slowed and then stopped.  Andrea lay there gently licking her left hand and kneading her clit through its after cum with her right.  Finally, I slid myself out of her.

I lay there with my daughter in my arms as we snuggled and our breathing returned to normal.  Knowing that I didn’t want to be caught naked in my daughter’s room, I finally forced myself to get up and return to my own bed.

I looked back at her as I closed the door.  Andie was still on her side, worn out from sex just as her mother had been.  Her long nyloned legs were stretched out on the bed.  She had pulled her favorite teddy bear up under her head, and it was nuzzled up next to her face.  Her finger was still in her mouth, gently sucking our cum off of it, and I thought that maybe she was already asleep.  But as I pulled the door shut, she sleepily whispered, “Goodnight, Daddy.”

We never mentioned our sleeping together at any time when it wasn’t happening.  No furtive kisses, no whispered endearments.  Just a normal family life, with that one little secret.  I imagined that I could see a new kind of happy satisfaction in her eyes, though.  And maybe even a new bounce in her step.  I often found myself trying to decide if she was content because of the sex she was getting or the sex she was giving.  I learned more about her desires a week later.

Judy and I were in the living room watching the late news when Andrea came downstairs, ready for bed.  She had on her flannel pajamas and a pair of big pink fuzzy slippers.  It was her usual routine to kiss Judy and me goodnight, and tonight was no different.  She bent over at the waist and gave her mom a kiss, and said “Goodnight, Mommy.”

She came over to my chair and did the same to me, a kiss on the cheek and a cheery “Goodnight, Daddy.”  But as she had her arms wrapped around my neck she whispered in my ear, “I get my blowjob tonight, Daddy.”  I looked her in the eyes, a little surprised.  

Andrea beckoned my eyes downwards with a glance towards her foot.  As I looked at her fuzzy pink slipper, she pulled the leg of her pajama up just enough to see her bare ankle.  Well, it wasn’t exactly bare, because underneath her pajamas she was wearing her nylon stockings.  The sight of her ankle in those dark nylons was enough to send a ripple of desire through my dick, and I knew that that was just what she had intended.  As I said, my little girl knows me.

Judy was particularly tired that night, and so there was no sex for us.  After I was sure that she was good and asleep, I snuck down the hall to Andrea’s room, my dick huge and bouncing between my legs.

As I shut the door behind me and my eyes became accustomed to the light, I could see her sitting on the edge of her bed, naked except for her garterbelt and stockings.  She had her legs crossed in a pose designed to show them off, and I drank in the sight of her.  Andie patiently let me look, smiling and enjoying my enjoyment.  In that pose with that little secret smile on her face Andie looked more grown up than ever.  My dick poked out my pajama bottoms, tenting them with desire.  Finally my daughter wanted to wait no more.  She girl smiled at me and crooked her finger, beckoning me over.

As I walked towards her, she spread her legs wide so that I could walk right up close to her.  Andrea gazed at my dick with rapt attention as she unsnapped my pajamas and slid them down my legs.  Then she wrapped her stockinged legs around me, hooking her ankles behind my calves and holding me close in a death grip.  I could feel her erect nipples pressing gently into my thighs.  She took my ass in her hands, and without a word slid my hungry dick into her mouth.

She gently massaged my dick with her wet lips and tongue as I slid back into her.  After the longest time her lips reached the base of my cock, and I realized with a start that I was deeper in her mouth than I’d ever managed to be in her pussy.  The feeling was incredible.  Andie used the muscles in the back of her throat to tickle my cock, and I’d never felt so close to a girl before.  My baby was engrossed in pleasing her father, and all other considerations including her own needs be damned.

Usually when girls give head they don’t even try to get it all the way in.  They gag if they do.  And the ones that can only usually do it for a little bit.  They’re busy rubbing you with their hands and trying to make you cum and get it over with.  And I won’t even get into swallowing.

This was another kind of experience altogether.  I could almost feel her need to drink my cum, her desire to make me enjoy every minute of my milking.  Andie slowly drew her head back, sucking softly and withdrawing me from her soft and warm mouth.  As soon as I came free, her head dropped back down and took me in again.  She began sliding up and down me, keeping a gentle pressure with her lips and tickling my dick with her swallowing.  It was the most sensual blowjob I’d ever had.

She picked up the pace slowly, pulling me into her mouth using her grip on my ass, fucking me with her lips and tongue.  I could feel the tip of my cock touching the back of her throat, and I was amazed that she wasn’t gagging.  I took her head in my hands, savoring the feel of her cheeks as they expanded every time I entered her.

It didn’t take long.  After a few minutes I felt the cum bubbling up from inside of me, getting ready to jet into my little girl.  When the first spurt came out, Andie’s lips were at the top of her stroke, and just away from the end of my dick.  The sperm splashed on her lips and cheek.  Instead of drawing away like most women do, Andrea immediately threw her face forward, engulfing my dick all the way to the base as she began swallowing frantically to keep up with the cum.  I’d never felt anything like it.  My cum was shooting straight down the back of her throat, entering my daughter’s body just as if I was fucking her.  I held her head in my hands as I tried not to bump against her face and bruise her pretty lips.  She swallowed constantly, and I couldn’t tell if it was because she was trying to keep ahead of the jets of hot sperm or because she wanted to drink my cum so badly.

Finally she had milked every drop there was, and she slowly removed her face from my dick.  Andie unwound her legs from around mine, and let go of the death grip on my ass.  I hoped that there weren’t going to be finger marks – that would be hell to explain to my wife.  Andrea used her finger to wipe my sperm off of her cheek.  She looked me in the eye as she popped it in her mouth and made a yummy noise.  Then she pulled my pajamas back up and fastened them.

“There,” she said.  “A good girl always puts everything back when she’s done.”

Andie lay down in the bed, a satisfied smile on her face.  I gave her a kiss on her cheek and then pulled the covers up over her just like I used to do when she was little.  She cuddled up under the covers, her teddy bear snuggled under her head.  As I started to leave Andie said, “You’re still fucking Mommy just as much as you used too, right, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby.  I’ve been fucking Mommy too.”

“Good.  I don’t want to come between you.  But I need you to come and make love to me sometimes too.  I hope that’s OK.”  Andrea paused for a moment.  “Did I do good, Daddy?”

“Oh, God, baby.  Yes, baby.  You did good.”

“Good.  A girl’s got to keep her daddy happy.”  Andrea smiled sleepily and nuzzled her bear.  “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Good night, Daddy.”

That was our third time together, and the first blowjob I’d received from my daughter.  I couldn’t believe how good it was.  All of that practice on boys in the back of cars had obviously taught her something.  I started wondering if there was any way I could teach her mother how she did it.

A few days after that I was walking by the upstairs bathroom.  I could hear Andrea brushing her teeth over the sound of running water.  For some reason the thought of her alone in the bathroom with nothing on but her jammies made my dick pop up.  I mean, I’d been screwing my wife just as much as I was before Andrea and I started our affair, but even though my cock was getting this extra sex it just wanted more.  I didn’t understand it, and I can’t explain it.  But it’s true.

Judy was downstairs running backups from her home computer link.  I knew that she’d be at it for a while, and I also knew that she could decide to wander upstairs at any moment.  But the only thing between my daughter’s pajama bottoms and me was the bathroom door.  I only hesitated a moment, and then I opened the door and went in.

Andie looked at me in the mirror, surprise on her face and her toothbrush in her mouth.  She was half bent over the sink, her tiny butt calling out to me.  I stepped behind her as she watched me in the mirror.  I could tell by the look in her eye that she new exactly why I’d popped in just then.  I put my hand on the back of her neck and pushed her down.  She bent at the waist willingly, her head almost in the sink and her hair falling about her face.  Her ass, which had been calling me from the hallway, was now exposed and ready for my ministrations.  I slid my hands inside her pajama bottoms and pushed them down just enough to expose the tiny little butt that I dreamt of so often.  Andie moaned as I took her ass cheeks in my hands and roughly fondled them.

I quickly unzipped my pants and laid my hard cock between the cheeks of her bare butt.  Andie soundlessly wiggled, grinding herself against my pink rod.  She reached out with her arms, dropping her toothbrush and grabbing the sides of the counter to steady herself from the pressure as I pushed against her.

There wasn’t time to do this right.  My wife could easily catch us.  But I badly needed a fuck from my daughter, and I couldn’t take any time to get her wet and ready.  I grabbed a bottle of some pink liquid soap and squirted it on the head of my dick, which was starting to leak fluid of its own.  I reached down and smeared the soap all over my shaft, getting it wet and slippery.  Then I placed the tip at the entrance to Andrea’s tiny little hole and held on to her waist as I pushed myself into her.

Man, if I’d thought that she was snug when we’d made love before and she’d been ready, it was nothing compared to the tightness of her little cunt now.  I swear, I thought that her pussy was so tight that it was pushing all of the blood back out of my hungry cock.  But the soap helped and as I’d been learning, Andrea was always easy to get excited.  After the first slow push into her tight pussy I was able to start sliding myself in and out of her.

Not that I lasted long.  Andrea stayed bent over the sink, holding on for dear life as I pummeled her pussy with my slick rod.  After only about a half dozen strokes I came.  My hips shoved her against the sink as I pinned her there with my spurting tool.  

As before the sperm couldn’t fit inside her, and it spilled out and ran down her legs, mixing with the pink soap and Andrea’s own cum.  She couldn’t have been comfortable bent over the bathroom sink like that, but in her post fuck dreaminess she just didn’t care. I suddenly found myself gasping for air and I realized that I’d been holding my breath while I emptied myself into her.

Finally my spasms wore down, and my dick was sated and empty.  I took my hands from Andrea’s waist and slid out of her.  She moaned softly in disappointment as I withdrew, her pussy suddenly empty and still wanting.  I grabbed a towel and wiped myself off, and then I used it between her slightly spread legs, drying her pussy, thighs and ass.  I pulled her jammies back up to cover those perfect little cheeks.

I hung the towel back up, and opened the door to leave.  Andrea was still bent over the sink, recovering from her first quickie.  She picked up her toothbrush and moved it to her mouth.  She still had toothpaste on her lips from when I’d walked in.  Andie caught my eye in the mirror as she brought her toothbrush to her lips and said, “Thank you, Daddy!”

But that was several days ago.  And so you can see that as our affair had progressed, I’d never even seen her naked legs.  Usually they were encased in nylon, and once in her pajamas.  And for a leg man like me that was practically sacrilegious.  I needed to touch her bare legs, caress her thighs and cradle her calves in my hands.  

Andie sat slouched in the chair, her dripping pussy exposed and her stockinged legs spread wide, inviting me to remove her nylons.   But now I was going to get the chance to touch and hold my favorite part of a girl. 
And that’s why my hands were trembling as I accepted her invitation to take off her stockings.

I started with her right leg, unfastening the little clips that held her stockings to her garterbelt.  The difference in feel between her dark nylons and her warm silky thighs was as erotic a sensation as I’d ever felt.  I slipped the stocking down slowly, sensuously, taking the opportunity to stroke her thighs as Andrea watched, thrilled at the pleasure her daddy was taking from her body.

When I pulled the stocking off of her toes, Andie held out her hand to me.

“Gimme,” she said.  I handed her the dark cummy nylon, and she promptly popped the toe of it into her mouth and began sucking the cum out of the fabric.  She grinned as she did it, obviously enjoying the taste of my sperm and the texture of the nylon on her lips.  Laying there in one nylon with her perfect right leg bare and beckoning and her mouth full of cum I thought she was about the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.  In spite of its recent cum splurge, I felt my dick start to stiffen again.

I removed her other nylon slowly, enjoying stroking every inch of her smooth leg and foot.  Andrea took it from me so that she could suck my sperm out it too.  I lay back in my chair and looked at the vision of erotic loveliness in front of me.  There’s something extra sexy about a young girl who’s naked just from the waist down.  She was still exposing herself and teasing me by nibbling on her stocking.
Finally she decided that it was time for her to be going.  Andrea got up from her chair and pushed it back into place.  Barefoot and carrying her wet nylons she padded over to her backpack.  She picked up her pack and stuffed her stockings into it.  Then she pulled out a small white hand towel and turned to face me so that I could watch as she spread her legs and wiped herself dry.  She put the towel back in her pack and took out a new pair of black stockings.

I was watching her, quite contented to cast my gaze over my succulent daughter and dream of our next time.  She was just about to start putting the nylons on when she happened to glance at my still naked crotch.  My dick was hard and red all over again, and dripping pre-cum just as if I hadn’t already had the orgasm of the year.

“Daddy!” she squealed.  She put her hands on her hips, pretending anger.  “What am I going to do with you?”  She stomped her bare foot on the carpet.  After a moment of staring at me, Andie shook her head to herself.

“Well, I can’t go out and leave you here like that,”  she whispered.  Andrea stuffed her stockings back in her pack.  She looked so cute and innocent standing there, talking to me in that tone of voice that daughters use when they’re pretending to be exasperated with their daddys.  “Gosh, the things a daughter has to do for her daddy.”

Still acting exasperated but barely hiding a giggle, she went on.

“ I mean, really.  Now Daddy, if I take care of that before I go do you promise to fuck Mom when she gets home?”

I nodded mutely, unable to muster the words to tell her to come fuck her daddy again.

“I mean it Daddy.  Will you fuck Mommy as soon as she gets home?”

“Yes,” I croaked.  My dick was craving the touch of those magnificent smooth legs, and I probably would have said anything.

“Promise?”

“Yes.” It seemed that was the only word I could manage.

“Say it Daddy!  Say ‘I promise.’”

“I promise.”  It didn’t come out quite as convincingly as I would have liked.
Andrea stared at me for a moment.  Then, her decision made, she reached up and pushed her hair back behind her ears and walked over to me.  “Well, OK.  Scoot up,” she said.

I positioned myself in the chair, making room for her legs on either side of me and pushing my pants down a little further.  My dick was hungry to be inside my little girl, and I don’t think its ever been harder.  Andrea crawled up on the chair and straddled me.  Her knees were spread wide as she planted her feet on the seat of the chair on either side of my hips.  She kissed me passionately on the lips as she got herself into position.  I caressed those shapely legs as she spread them wide and reached down to take hold of my wet steel pole.  

Andrea’s breath was short already, and it became shorter as she placed the head of my dick on the entrance to her most valued treasure.  Her little hand holding my cock against her bald pussy filled me with tense anticipation.  She moaned a little as it started to enter her, but she stopped to look me in the eye.

“Promise?” she gasped, unable to actually wait for my answer as she let her weight down, impaling herself on my rigid manhood.

“Promise,” I gasped between my clenched teeth as my dick reached the bottom of her wiggling pussy.  The sensation of my daughter’s young slit gripping me so tightly was exquisite.  I’ve always loved her, but I’d never felt closer to her than I did right then.

Andrea didn’t even hear me answer.  She was just too distracted by the sensation of being completely filled by my throbbing rod.  As I’ve said before her pussy is so tight that it almost hurt, and I loved the feeling of being buried inside my daughter.  I think she was already cumming before she’d even begun her first stroke.  

My little girl buried her face in my shoulder as she started riding me up and down, the firm muscles in her legs flexing under my loving hands.  After a few strokes she began whimpering and saying “oh-god-oh-daddy-oh-god-oh-daddy” over and over.  Every once in a while she’d change to, “oh, that feels so good.”  Then it was back to “oh-god-oh-daddy.”  She held my neck in a death grip and I held on to her taut ass while we fucked. 

Andie was still cumming as she rode me up and down, but after a minute or two she somehow managed enough control over her orgasming body to lean back and look me in the eye.  But she never stopped pistoning herself on my hot steel shaft.

“Daddy,”  she said, panting and gasping.  “Cum in me Daddy.”  Andrea never stopped sliding up and down on me.  She squealed as a spasm of pleasure hit her, but she kept her eyes on mine as she kept riding me.  She could barely get the words out through her gasping for air.  “Cum…in me…..Daddy!  Pleeeeeease!!”




My Daughter's Garter Belt Ch. 02



Suddenly my dick erupted into her little pussy, squirting stream after stream of hot sticky sperm into her.  As always when I was screwing Andrea, my dick filled her so full that there was no room for the sperm, and the motion of her hips caused it to pump out of her as fast as I pumped it into her.  My white seed mixed with her own juices and covered her thighs and my dick.  I hurled myself into her as far as I could with each squirt, and she squealed over and over as each shot drenched her insides.

Andrea could feel my sperm shooting into her, and she began timing her strokes to match my cumjets.  She was fully impaled on my rod each time I squirted, taking me and my seed as far into her as possible.  I’ve never had a girl who could so instinctively milk me dry.  And as she impaled herself on me, I thought I could hear her whispering, “Thank you Daddy.  Thank you Daddy,” with each stroke.

Finally we slowed together, our thrusting losing momentum as I transferred my seed into my daughter.  She let all of her weight rest on me as we waited for our breathing to return to normal.  I caressed her long legs from her ass to her toes, savoring the silky feeling of her young skin.  I reached down between her spread legs to give her little clit a post-cum tickle with my finger, and she shuddered a little in pleasure.

At last she murmured into my shoulder, “I really have to get going, Daddy.”
Slowly, regretfully, she removed herself from my dick, sliding me out of her as she stood up on the chair.  Her legs still straddled me, their bare silky skin calling to me.  For a brief moment her pussy was right in front of my face, dripping our warm cum and filling my nose with the tantalizing scent of a girl in heat.  But then she stepped down and walked over to her backpack.  Andrea pulled out her towel as she had before and wiped herself dry.

My daughter pulled on her nylons, slowly teasing me as I wished my dick was ready for her again.  She slipped on her high heels and in a matter of moments looked like the schoolgirl she was and not like someone who had just given her daddy the fucking of a lifetime.

“Remember,” she said, “You promised to fuck Mommy when she got home.  And you know how girls are.  I’ll be able to find out.  So if you want to touch me next week you’ll have to fuck her silly tonight.”

“Yes, baby,” I said, putting myself back.  I was definitely going to have to go take a shower before Judy got home.

Andrea threw her backpack over her shoulder and went to the door.  “Gotta go.  I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”  My daughter opened the door and sashayed out, pulling it shut behind her.  But then she opened it right back up and popped her head in.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

I hope you enjoyed this little tale!  If you did, then you might like some of my others as well – I hope you check them out.  And if you’re inclined to share your opinions, I’d love to hear them.  Thanks!



My Daughter's Garter Belt Ch. 03



I was driving home from showing a client a listing I had over in the Cookie Canyon subdivision. He hadn't liked the pale blues that the previous owner had painted the place, and I didn't think that he was going to buy it. I really hate losing potential buyers because they don't have enough brains to imagine a house with different color paint.

I was driving along and toying with the idea of trying to use my computer to re-color my pictures of the house so the jerk could see it in (yuck!) beige and maybe I could make another pitch when my cell phone rang.

"Mr. Kent? This is Ms. Richter – the nurse at Lincoln High School?"

Now there are several people that a parent never wants to get a phone call from. Calls from the police probably top the list. But the principal is way high up there and so is the hospital. I don't know exactly where the school nurse falls on the list, but I'm pretty sure she's in the top 10. Maybe the top 5.

"Yes, Ms. Richter?" I vaguely remembered meeting her at a school open house. She was very pretty, but had gone to some pains to hide her good looks from the students by wearing shapeless clothes and pulling her hair into a severe bun. I suppose it just doesn't do to fuel the fantasies of the teenage male population any more than can be helped.

"It's Andrea, Mr. Kent. I need you to come down to the school right away."

"What happened? Is she hurt?" I asked, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. I listened for an answer but all I could hear was a girl's voice sobbing in the background before the sound was dampened by a hand over the mouthpiece.

"Hello? Hello?" I practically yelled into the mouthpiece.

After a moment Ms. Richter's voice came back. "Mr. Kent? You need to come to the school. Right now." Her voice carried a tone of finality, and the phone went dead in my hand before I could ask her again what had happened.

My heart plummeted to my stomach. I learned right then that every parent should fear a phone call from the nurse a lot more than one from the principal. The worst that the principal can do is to expel your kid, but a phone call from the school nurse conjures in your mind emergencies and dire possibilities which are a different matter altogether. And the fact that Andrea was a senior in high school and presumably able to take care of herself did little to alleviate the sudden dread that Ms. Richter's call caused me.

I threw down the phone and turned the car towards the school. Had that been my little girl crying in the background? I began racing towards the school, the parental urge to take care of his child fueling my speed. I had to get to her. I had to find out what had happened to my daughter.

A lump of fear settled into my stomach as all kinds of alarming scenarios ran through my head. Did she fall down the stairs? Fall off a rope and break her leg during gym? Was she hurt in an explosion in the science lab? Each new possibility was wilder and more improbable than the last, and my heart beat faster as I rushed to hold my baby girl. I took a deep breath and tried to reason with myself. If Andie had been really hurt, I wouldn't have gotten a call from the school nurse asking me to go to the school – I would have been told to go to the hospital. Right?

I knew that school nurses weren't allowed to treat anything serious. The whole world's become too afraid of lawsuits. Hell, nurses weren't even allowed to give out aspirin anymore, were they? I'm not even sure they have band-aids to put on boo-boos. So Andrea couldn't be seriously injured. I almost even believed it.

And then the other possibility, one that was actually more likely than Andie being physically hurt occurred to me. My fear meter shot up and a nauseating lump of dread settled into my stomach like a wad of unbaked biscuit dough.

I had suddenly realized that I had a more personal stake in a call from the nurse because I had more to fear than other parents who get such phone calls. I needed to be worrying about the authorities finding out that for the last several months I had been fucking my daughter.

It had started one unforgettable night when I discovered that my quiet, t-shirt and jeans wearing daughter had a secret side, dressing in seductive clothes when she was away from the home and giving blowjobs to the boys who were her dates. The night I caught her she swore to me that she was still a virgin, and I believed her. But after that revelation she didn't stay a virgin long, not even an hour. Andrea begged me to be her first lover, and I had succumbed. I'd tried to resist, like any good father would. But when she was pleading for me to fuck her, standing there in her garter belt and smoky black stockings with her skirt pulled up so that she could show me her tiny shaved pussy, I'd had no chance in hell of resisting.

Andie had never made me feel guilty about what we were doing. In fact, we would often only make love after she'd exacted a promise that I wasn't neglecting my wife, Judy. Judy was getting more sex now than she was before, thanks to her daughter. And Andrea had learned how to please her father in ways that her mother never had. It was some kind of cosmic joke – I had had my daughter so that she could grow up and become my lover.

And now I was going to pay for taking my pleasure with her, I was sure of it. Somehow the officials at the school had found out, and they were bringing me in so that they could confront me. Hell, they had probably even called the police. Didn't they have to if they thought there was abuse going on?

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

I had known that this day was coming. A guy can't live with that kind of behavior hanging over his head without feeling like someday there's going to be a reckoning. But that neither of us wanted to stop. She was so sweet and so willing that I couldn't resist her. Andrea was a vision of teenage lust in nylons, and a perfect lover for any man. I gladly became lost in her.

Resigned to my fate but nourishing the tiny hope that there was some other reason that Ms. Richter had called me I drove towards the school. I was sick to my stomach trying to decide which I wanted least – Andrea being sick or hurt, or our secret being found out. As I drove I began to wonder just how they had learned about us. 

The cops were going to think that I had been forcing myself on her. There was no way that they'd believe anything else. But it just wasn't true. I knew it.

I remembered the other night when I woke up in bed and couldn't get back to sleep. My stomach was calling for couple of graham crackers and a glass of milk, as it sometimes did in the wee hours. Judy stopped her gentle snoring for a moment but didn't wake up as I got carefully out of bed.

As I made my way to the kitchen I could tell that Andrea was in there, probably raiding the refrigerator for a midnight snack of her own. When I got there the door to the refrigerator was open, spilling its cold light onto the tiled floor.

Silhouetted against the glow was my daughter, looking in the open refrigerator. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts, which came down just far enough to cover her ass. Her legs were bare and white, her tiny feet crossed at the ankles. My mouth started to water and my hips jerked in an involuntary fuck at the sight of her naked legs and gentle curves. Andrea was kind of small for her age, but her figure was a perfect wet dream.

I would have bet my last dollar that she hadn't heard me come downstairs and didn't know that I was standing behind her. And I would have lost every penny of it.

Andrea reached into the refrigerator and rummaged around for a few seconds, pretending that she didn't know her dad was behind her ogling her ass and legs. She finally emerged with a red apple, which she brought to her mouth and bit down on hard enough to hold there. With her hands free, Andie reached behind her and slowly lifted her t-shirt, wiggling her hips as she inched it up, baring her taut little ass and then her toned back. My dick started to grow at the sight, not caring one bit that it had been fucking my delicious wife only a couple of hours before.

Andrea bunched the shirt up over her tiny breasts and then leaned slowly forward at the waist, putting her head almost into the refrigerator and poking her little ass out towards me. Still holding the apple in her mouth she put her head down, letting her dark hair cover her face and dangle onto the shelf with the orange juice. She carefully positioned her hands on the shelf as if bracing for an assault from behind. Once her hands were in place she spread her legs as far apart as she could, presenting her willing pussy to the room.  

I couldn't believe how hard I was. Andrea had done it again, somehow offering herself to me in a way that I couldn't resist. My dick grew even harder, moving from ‘pleasantly erect' to ‘do something about me now!' As I crossed the floor Andie pushed up on her tiptoes, her bare heels lifted up off the floor to make it easier for her daddy to fuck her.

I stopped behind my little girl and dropped my shorts. Andrea's bare ass was tiny and white, and I couldn't resist cupping it in my hands. It was firm and round and reminded me of the apple in her mouth, only covered in soft teenage girl skin. Someday I was going to have to take the time to teach my little daughter how to take it in the ass. But there was no time now. She had pushed my dick to the point of no return without even touching it.

I slid my hands to her petite waist, and it almost felt like I could encircle it with my fingers. I had a little trouble lining up my stiff dick on her slick pussy, but Andie wiggled her ass around until I suddenly was probing her entrance.

I pushed hard and steady into my little girl. Our fucking her wet tunnel in recent weeks had done nothing to loosen it. She was still so tight that it was almost a fight to get myself into her. Andie wiggled her slick hole onto my dick, fighting to push every little bit of it into her. Suddenly she moaned, a low sexy sound muffled by the apple in her mouth and I slid all the way into my little girl's pussy. Her firm ass pressed against my crotch and I almost came right then.

As always, Andie's hole quickly became wet and slippery after that initial invasion. I was able to start to fuck her, ramming my dick into her pussy as hard as I could. I was a madman, and all of the self control that I prided myself on having in bed with my wife was nowhere to be seen.

Aside from my guiding hands on her tiny waist and her tunnel gripping my erection like a firm tiny hand we weren't touching at all. It was as if there was no sensation in the universe except Andrea's pussy gripping me, wetly demanding life itself from the man who made her.

I came, my back arching and my hips thrusting my dick so hard into Andrea that her head bumped into the milk carton. I gritted my teeth to keep from moaning as the sperm flowed out of me and into my little girl. I shook and trembled and spilled my hot love inside her. Her slick tunnel invited my seed, but it couldn't hold onto it – there was simply not enough room in Andie's tiny pussy for anything other than my swollen cock. Sperm spilled out of her as quickly as it spurted in, drooling down her firm white thighs and sploshing onto the floor. 

I had a death grip on my daughter, and I was only able to loosen my fingers after the last drop of cum had left me. To this day I'm sure that I must have left bruises shaped like my fingers on her hips. But aside from the little moan that she'd made when I entered her, Andrea hadn't made a single sound.

I slid out of her and fell against the counter, glad that it was there because I could hardly stand on my suddenly weak legs. My gasping for air seemed loud enough to wake Judy upstairs, and I struggled to quietly catch my breath.

Oblivious to my presence, Andrea stood up straight and tugged her t-shirt back down over her ass. It was as if I'd never been there, as if I hadn't just hurled a load of hot sperm into the wet hole between her legs. She closed the refrigerator door and took the apple out of her mouth. Without a backward glance she turned and walked away. Amazed at her indifference, I watched her tiny butt wiggle seductively under the t-shirt as she left the kitchen. I could see little rivulets of sperm glisten as they drooled down her legs.  When she reached the doorway I heard her take a crunchy bite out of the apple, and she wiggled her fingers over her shoulder, saying goodnight to her dad.

As soon as I caught my breath and my legs stopped shaking I cleaned up and went back to bed with my wife. I forgot all about my graham crackers.

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Now I ask you – does that sound like someone who's being forced to have sex against her will? Of course not.

But I wasn't stupid enough to think that anyone else would see it the way we did. Andie just liked sex with her father. And it wasn't like I thought we were going to stay lovers forever. Someday she'd meet a boy and get married, and our relationship would return to normal. Well, maybe I could still have her once in a while. Meantime we loved to love each other, and had no intention of stopping.

That is, as long as nobody else found out.

I turned onto Parker Street, heading towards Ms. Richter and certain doom. There was no other explanation for my summons to the school, at least not that I could figure out. As I got closer I tried to figure out where we'd gone wrong. 

How could it have happened? I mean, I knew I hadn't told anyone. And I was pretty sure that Andrea hadn't. She had promised me that she wouldn't on that first night. Explicitly. And I knew in my heart that Andrea would never break a promise to me. Especially not that one. Not after all of our shared intimacies.

The most likely person who could learn our secret was my wife. Andrea and I made certain that she was out of the house or asleep whenever we fucked, but maybe she had found out somehow. Maybe she had called the school because they had counselors and nurses and psychiatrists and would know ‘what to do.' Could it have been Judy?

Ohmigod.

I suddenly remembered last Sunday, when we hadn't been quite so careful. Maybe it was Andrea's teasing and my love for stockings that had proved our undoing.

The three of us were sitting down to our Sunday dinner. Andrea was going to go over to a friend's house later to study as soon as dinner was over, and Judy and I were going to watch a movie on cable.

My daughter had on her usual outfit – jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt, her ever-present backpack on the floor beside her chair. She seemed to be in a good mood. We even got her to smile once when Judy teased her that maybe she should color her hair blond. 

I was munching contentedly on my salad, happy to be in the company of the two best girls in the world. Suddenly I jerked in my seat as something stroked my crotch through my jeans. Startled, I looked down at my lap and was amazed to see Andrea's foot, her toes rubbing gently up and down the length of my zipper. But what really got me excited was that her toes were covered in smoky dark gray nylon. I looked at Judy to see if she'd noticed what her daughter was doing, but she was eating her buttered roll and obviously had no idea.

As my dick involuntarily pushed against Andie's sole I looked up at her. Andrea twirled some pasta around her fork and pretended not to notice me staring at her. She was doing a damned good job of it, too. I glanced over at Judy, who was telling us some story about her boss at work and was totally oblivious to the footjob her little girl was giving her husband under the table.

Andie was slouching a little in her chair to that her foot could reach my lap. I realized that she had planned this before dinner had even started. Andrea knew her daddy well, and she had learned quickly that nothing turned him on quite so much as her pretty legs when they were encased in nylon. She had put her stockings on under her jeans so that her mother wouldn't notice. And then after dinner was started she had just slipped her foot out of its sneaker under the table. Andrea had planned this tease in advance just so that she could make me squirm, ensnaring her father between his lust for her stockings and fear of getting caught by her mother.

I put my hand in my lap and caressed her nylon encased foot, pulling it against my throbbing cock so that she could feel how hard I was through my jeans. My hips thrust my dick against her sole, trying to fuck the bottom of her foot as if I had no say in the matter at all. Maybe I didn't.

Judy got up and went to the kitchen to bring in dessert – a new recipe for pumpkin pie that she'd gotten from somebody at work. Andrea waited until she was out of earshot.

"Take it out, Dad." Even though she was whispering, Andie's voice was teasing and demanding at the same time. I looked at her like she was crazy, with what I thought was stern denial written plainly on my face.

"Come on, Dad, you know you want to." That was true enough. At least my dick wanted to. But right here? Where Judy might catch us? I'd go and visit my little girl later tonight and fuck her silly after my wife had gone to sleep. That'd teach her to tease her daddy when he couldn't do anything about it. I raised my eyebrows, shook my head, and silently mouthed ‘no.'

Andrea leaned forward, her toes still pressing my erection. I pressed her silky nylon-covered foot against my straining dick, taking a mute opportunity while Judy was in the kitchen to show Andie just how hard I was. She moved her foot up and down against me, her face an expression of sublime innocence as if she had no idea what she was doing to her father. 

"Daddy?" she said sweetly, her voice a mere whisper. "If you don't take it out right now before Mom gets back, you won't see me in stockings ever again." Then her voice turned hard, and she hissed at me, "I mean it, Dad. Right now." She pushed her foot against my dick for emphasis.

Andie smiled at me, pleased with herself for being able to blackmail me and knowing that she'd win. She forked the last of her pasta into her mouth. I knew that she was probably kidding, but I also knew when I was beaten. There was no way that I was going to take the chance that I wouldn't be allowed to look at her long legs in nylon, that I couldn't caress them, fuck them. I started to unsnap my jeans. 

I knew that my daughter had come to love showing off for me and being fucked by me as much as I loved doing it to her. She wasn't going to give it up. But it was hard to come up with a good reason to take that chance when her nylon covered foot was already between my legs, gently stroking my stiff dick.

I opened my jeans and pushed them down with my shorts as far as I dared. I figured if I sat close enough to the table that Judy wouldn't see. My cock sprang free, searching for my daughter, straining and wanting the touch of her foot. I looked down and watched as Andrea slid it gently into place between my legs, her sole and her toes gently stroking up and down my erection. The scratchy friction of the nylon was delicious, and I watched the head of my dick swell even bigger and turn an even darker pink. I held the top of her foot gently against me as she fondled me with her toes.

Judy came back, carrying three plates of pumpkin pie with spoonfuls of whipped cream on top. Andrea made yummy noises as Judy put the plates in front of us, and the girls dug in.

I did, too, but I don't remember whether or not it was any good. I ate mechanically, my mind consumed by the touch of Andie's sole sliding up and down my shaft. I risked a glance down into my lap. My dick was swollen and almost bright red, ready to shoot its load onto her foot. Pre-cum was leaking out of me, and the sensation of wet scratchy-slick nylon sliding up and down my shaft was exquisite. Andrea massaged the fluid into me with a deft touch that had me ready to explode in no time. Who ever knew that wet nylon could feel so good?




My Daughter's Garter Belt Ch. 03



I looked up at Andie, slouched in her chair and innocently forking a piece of pie into her sweet lips. She smiled at me.

"This sure is good pie, Mom," she said, her eyes never leaving my face as she licked her fork clean. Knowing that I was watching her, she made sure to caress the fork with her pink tongue.

"I'm glad you like it," Judy said. "I made the crust with cream cheese. Barbara said that that was the way to make a great crust, and I think maybe she was right."

I looked down at my lap again and tried not to gasp as my orgasm neared. Andrea's tiny foot slid wetly up and down my cock, milking me as thoroughly as she had ever done with her mouth or her pussy. The nylon over her toes glistened with sticky pre-cum. I imagined her long leg encased in dark smoky hose under her blue jeans. The nylons would go all the way up her thighs and be held up at the top by her dark garter belt. I knew that my sexy little daughter wouldn't want her dripping slit imprisoned while she jacked off her dad, and so she wouldn't be wearing any panties. I pictured her tiny shaved pussy leaking her sweet juice straight into the crotch of her blue jeans.

That did it. My hips shook as a giant load of sperm gushed out of me. Andie's toes caught that first blast, rubbing it up and down the front of my cock. I tried to sit still and keep chewing pumpkin pie as hot sperm rockets squirted out of me over and over. Somehow she managed to catch each gooey dollop with her toes, massaging the sperm into my shaft between spurts. I tried hard not to look like I was cumming, but I don't really know how successful I was.

Judy was talking about her boss, the idiot. As she rambled on the last of the sperm left my balls, and I struggled to catch my breath without her noticing. Andrea looked at me with a knowing sparkle in her eye, adding another shared intimacy to our expanding collection of memories. Its work for the evening done, she pulled her sopping wet foot back into her lap with her hand and sat up a little straighter in her chair.

"You know what my favorite part is?" she said.

"Nope. What's your favorite part?" Judy said.

Andrea's hand appeared from under the table. She was too quick for Judy to see, but I was looking, and I saw that her finger was covered in white goo even before it even got to the pie. She scooped the last dollop of the whipped cream from her plate and stuck her finger in her mouth. She smiled at the taste, closed her eyes and sucked her finger clean.

"The whipped cream," she said.

Judy laughed and said, "After all the work I did on the pie, you like the topping best. Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I did," she said, smiling straight at me.

- - - - - - - -

As I thought back on that night I realized something. If Judy had noticed anything she would have said something right then. She's not the type of girl to put off a confrontation. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that she wouldn't call the school if she knew anything about Andie and me – she would have just ripped off my balls then and there.

As I got near the school my fear congealed in my stomach. I had thought that I couldn't feel any worse, that I couldn't become any more afraid of what had happened. I was wrong. Two black-and-white police cars were parked out front of the school, their red and blue lights twirling and silently casting shadows on the building. An all-encompassing chill went through me. My whole body went cold and I started to shake.  What was the penalty for incest and abuse, anyhow? Jail? Would I become one of those guys who had to let the neighbors know that I was a sexual predator so that they could keep their kids away from me? I was numb from the horror.

But who had caught us and turned me in? Obviously it wasn't me. I was positive that Andrea wouldn't have done it, and I knew that Judy couldn't have done it either, because she just didn't know.

My mind swam as I drove into the school parking lot. I saw one of the students walking towards the door, and I had a new idea. Maybe it was a student who turned us in. And as soon as I thought that, I knew which one had the best chance to know about Andie and me. Evan.

It was the afternoon of the homecoming dance. My wife wanted to take Andrea shopping for a special dress. Judy never quite understood her daughter's disdain for frilly things. It made me laugh because Andie always managed to put on a good show of acting disinterested. Of course I hadn't known either until I had discovered her garter belt and her ‘fuck-me-now' clothes. But Judy didn't know her daughter as well as I did, and she practically had to order Andie to go with her to buy something pretty. It was a masterful bit of acting on Andrea's part.

"But, Mom, I can just wear my Christmas party dress from last year."

"Nope. A girl needs something special to wear to her last homecoming. Besides, you're so pretty! It'll do you good to dress up like a girl for a change. Now, come on."

"Awwww, Mom."

So they had gone. When they got back Andrea refused to model her new outfit for me, claiming that I'd see it anyhow when her date came to get her. She vanished into her room to do all of those things that girls do before a big date.

"Why does she act like that?" Judy had asked me. I gave her my ‘why-are-you-asking-me-about-teenage-girls' look and shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, you'll just have to take some good pictures when Evan comes to pick her up." Judy laughed. "Since I have to work tonight, that'll probably be the last time that anyone sees her in it. You won't forget, will you?"

"No. I won't forget." I was pretty good about taking family pictures. But Judy was right about one thing – we didn't have too many of Andrea in dresses.

Judy left a couple of hours later, complaining about having to miss seeing Andrea with her date. But it was her turn to cover the computer system backing itself up, and the only other person in the office who could do it was chaperoning a dance at her own daughter's school. I kissed my wife and promised one more time to take lots of pictures.

Evan showed up right on time, wearing a rented tuxedo and holding a white orchid corsage in his hand. Just like in the movies, he was the captain of the football team. Frankly, I didn't know anything more about him. Andrea had dated lots of boys, but he was a new one. I was sure that he was no more special to her than any of the rest of them. But I felt a strange mixture of smugness and jealousy for him because I knew something that he didn't - he was probably going the blowjob of his life that night from my little girl.

I yelled up the stairs that her date was here, and Evan and I stood together by the door waiting for Andrea to come down.

I forgot all about the boy at my side when she appeared at the top of the stairs. She was so damned grown-up and alluring that she took my breath away. I had seen her in her garter belt and her ‘fuck-me' outfit, but that was more of a teenager's idea of sexy clothes than this was. With her mother's help influencing her buying choices, Andrea didn't look anything like a teenage slut. Standing in front of us was an enchanting and very sexy young girl, looking desirable and classy at the same time.

Dark nylon stockings clung to her shapely legs, and she had on a pair of high heels that I recognized. They had silver platforms and spike heels that made her look taller and her legs look longer. Her dress was a silvery-black sheath that drew attention to the gentle curves of her hips and breasts. I wanted to run my fingers through her thick hair, which had been burnished to a soft sheen. She wore a pair of Judy's earrings and her makeup was soft and seductive, especially her lips, which were an intense shade of pink that begged to be kissed.

I'd never seen her so lovely.

Evan was just as taken aback as I was, and we both stood there speechless. And he didn't even know what I had learned from experience – underneath the black dress her pussy was bare and a lacy garter belt was resting on her hips holding up the smoky stockings. I manfully resisted the urge to kick him out the door so that I could race up the stairs and fuck my daughter.

"Well?" she said, smiling down at us. Andrea did a slow pirouette on the landing.

"Holy fucking shit," Evan said, his mouth hanging open.

"Down, tiger." I put my hand firmly on his shoulder, but I couldn't take my eyes off her either. "That's my daughter you're talking about."

"Sorry, sir," he said to me.

"God, you're pretty," he said to her. 

Evan and I managed keep from panting as she started down the stairs, although I'm sure our tongues were hanging from our mouths. Her thighs flashed behind the slits in the black dress, and it still amazed me how graceful she could be in those high heels. Andrea gave Evan a kiss on the cheek and introduced us.

I picked up my camera from the table and said, "Mom's orders."

I positioned them on the stairs and took a few shots, joking and trying to make them relax so that the pictures wouldn't look forced. It wasn't hard. Andrea posed like some kind of model, showing off her figure and flashing a killer smile as if she'd been doing it for years. I could tell that the camera was capturing her sparkle. I had a feeling that Judy was going to be surprised at how grown up her little girl looked in the pictures.

When I had taken enough pictures Andrea said to both of us, "We've got to go now." 

She came close to me and kissed me softly on the cheek. I could smell her perfume; something smoldering and exotic and little girl all wrapped in one, and I drank it in.

"Bye, Daddy," she said as she turned to leave.

I held the door for them and watched my daughter leave the house, arm in arm with her date.

"Bye!" I said to their backs. "Have a good time."

I closed the door behind them and headed for the study to pay some bills and download the pictures from the camera. I laughed at myself when I had the idea to cut that little twerp Evan out of the shots I'd just taken. I tried hard not to be jealous. Didn't I keep telling myself that she was going to have to find a lover her own age? Besides, he was just going to get a blowjob. I'd get to have her later, and my daughter still swore that I was her only lover.

I had the camera hooked up and was starting the download when I heard the front door open and the distinctive sound of high heels slowly clacking through the house towards me. Andrea must have forgotten something.

I stepped out from behind my desk so that I could see through the doorway. Andrea walked up to me with a knowing smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye. Her hips swayed gently under the dress, which sparkled in the light from the desk. Without a pause she dropped her little clutch on the easy chair, threw her arms around my neck and mashed her pink lips against mine.

I held her slender body in my arms and kissed her ferociously. How could a man feel so much desire for his own daughter? Somehow the frustration of seeing her so damned sexy and leaving with another boy all flowed out of my kiss and vanished deep inside her. My hands traveled down her sides, caressing her lithe figure through the sheer fabric of the dress. Andrea returned my kiss, drinking desire from me as if she needed it to live. The air became short and hot, and we finally had to stop.

Panting, she said, "I don't have much time. Evan's waiting in the car. You looked so forlorn that I just couldn't leave." She looked into my eyes. "Take me. Take me now," she whispered.

I ground my dick into her tummy and kissed her again. Panting, she stepped away from me.

Andie braced herself on the chair while she kicked her high heels off. They clattered to the floor and she kicked them out of the way while she raised her dress up over her tiny hips. Sure enough she had no panties – just a frilly garter belt holding up her dark nylons. Andrea threw herself back into the easy chair and pulled her knees up to her chest, wiggling her butt as she settled herself comfortably. She spread her legs wide so that her bare pussy was exposed and ready for her daddy.

I practically drooled at the sight. Her dark nylons ended just below her crotch, making her upper thighs look even more milky white. It was easy to see how excited she was. Girl cum drooled from her slit, washing her pussy in so much liquid that it glistened in the light from my desk. Her puffy outer lips were the pale creamy color of the rest of her skin, but her swollen inner lips were a bright pink that almost matched her lipstick. Andrea kept herself shaved, which had the surprising effect of making her puffy slit look even tinier. I knew that she did it just for me, and a little moan escaped my lips.

She giggled at the look of lust on my face and crooked her finger at me.

I dropped to my knees in front of my daughter and covered her little pussy with my open mouth.  Andrea gasped and tangled her fingers in my hair, holding me in place between her legs. I lapped at her slit, slurping her delicious teenage cum. It was tangy and sweet and young, and it caused my dick to harden even more. Andie moaned as I roughly gnawed her with my lips, chewing and kneading her swollen sex. I flicked my tongue over her clit and she immediately responded, panting as a monster orgasm rocketed towards her.

"Hurry, Daddy," she whispered. She had a hard time getting the words out, and she closed her eyes as her pussy took her to that place that she loved so much.

I raised my head from my daughter's lap and unzipped my pants. I practically tore them as I pushed them down, freeing my massive erection which was dripping cum of its own. I lined it up on her bare slit and pushed myself in.

Andie squealed as I forced the head of my dick into her. She wiggled her little ass in an effort to ease my entry into her tight pussy. Before I was even all the way inside her she started to cum, her whole body shaking as her eyes lost their focus. There was nothing gentle, nothing seductive about this coupling. It was raw and fierce. My daughter buried her face in my shoulder and moaned as I pumped myself in and out of her. I could feel her nylon covered feet bouncing on my ass. I think I might have cried out loud as I began to cum.

I arched my back and spewed hot sperm into my daughter. It spilled out of her almost as fast as it went in. Andie reached between her legs, caressing my pumping shaft and her soaking pussy as she gathered the white goo with her fingers. I put my hands on her nylon covered knees to hold myself up and looked at the most erotic sight in the world – my lovely daughter with my swollen dick buried inside her, hot sperm splashed all over her pussy, her thighs, her hand. Andie brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean of our juices and then reached between us so that she could gather more. I wished that that moment would never end, that I could always see her ripe body cumming while she lapped my seeds from her fingertips.

But my balls had a different idea, and as they emptied themselves I slowed my pumping and finally stopped. I took a deep breath, braced myself on the arms of the chair, still panting, and pulled out of her with a wet ‘plop.' After all, Evan was waiting. Andie immediately covered her little slit with her hand, using her palm as a scraper to wipe herself dry. I'd never seen her more damned sexy, licking her palm clean, her legs still spread wide and her puffy pink slit begging for more attention.

"Oh, God, that's good," Andrea whispered as she found the last drop of sperm on her palm and licked it off. She was still breathing deeply, but the panting of moments ago had been brought under control. Andie put her tiny nylon-covered feet on my chest and gently pushed me away from her.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but Evan's waiting. I told him I'd just be a couple of minutes," she said reluctantly as she got up from the chair. I stood up and fumbled my pants back together. Andrea smoothed her dress back down over the tops of her stockings, and in a flash she changed from ‘just-fucked-slut' into ‘high-school-girl-going-to-the-dance.' It was amazing.

Andrea looked around the floor, found her shoes, and toed her feet into them while she braced herself with her hand on my chest. One by one she lifted her feet so that she could fasten the little straps around her ankles.

"I couldn't stand leaving you here thinking that I wasn't dreaming of being with you all night. And it isn't every grown man who gets to have a teenager on homecoming night. Besides, I know you wanted me in my new dress – I could see it in your eyes. Are you better now?"

My voice gone, all I could do was nod. My God. How did she know me so well?

She put her foot down, a few inches higher with her heels on and tall enough for me to easily take in my arms. Andie smiled up at me and said, "I love you, Daddy." I put my arms around her tiny waist and leaned down to kiss my little girl.

Andie returned the kiss passionately, putting her arms around me to hug me close and pinning my returning erection against her belly. She giggled and said, "Dad! I can't believe you're getting hard again!" I bent a little lower so that I could wrap her tightly in my arms and lift her from the floor. Andrea giggled, wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered softly in my ear.

"Well, one of your girls is going to get lucky tonight. Maybe I'll beat Mom home and it'll be me." As I set her back down she drew her finger across my check and gave me a quick kiss goodbye.

She turned to leave and practically ran into Evan, who was standing in the study door. He looked kind of flustered and embarrassed, and at the time I thought it was because he'd wandered back into the house uninvited. Or maybe because he'd caught his date in her father's arms, kissing him goodnight on the cheek. It certainly couldn't be because he'd seen her fucking her father - no high school boy could maintain his composure after seeing that. Captain of the football team or not.

"I got to wondering where you were, and I came in to see. I hope it's all right?" he said.

Andrea laughed, a musical sound that would enchant any boy she cared to use it on. "Silly boy. I just had to get my cell phone and tell Daddy goodnight before I left again. Let's go! G'night, Daddy."

Andrea put her arm in Evan's and they left again.

- - - - - - 

As I walked up the sidewalk to the school, I replayed that night in my head. We had assumed that we hadn't been caught; that Evan had arrived after we were finished. But maybe not. Was it really just embarrassment on Evan's face? Or was it more like horror? Just how long had he been standing there?

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. A high school boy who found out about something like that would think that he was protecting his poor abused girlfriend from her monster of a father. And he'd be pretty likely to go to the authorities that he was used to – the school. It all fit. Even though we didn't think it had happened at the time, Evan must have seen us and turned us in to the school nurse, who had called the police.

My teeth actually started chattering, I was trembling so hard. And the lump of dread in my stomach had turned into something alive, chewing on me from inside like the creature from ‘Alien.' It hurt, and I wished I could make it stop. Of course there was nothing I could do but walk into the school to face my fate. I got out of the car and walked to the school.

Inside I could see two uniformed policemen talking to the principal near the den of offices that the school staff used. All three of them looked at me for a second but went right back to their conversation. I walked toward them, my heart in my throat. Obviously they didn't recognize me as the man they were here for. 

I had almost reached them and was about to introduce myself when Ms. Richter came out of the office behind them. She looked a little surprised to see me, but then beckoned me around the men to follow her.




My Daughter's Garter Belt Ch. 03



She led me past the Principal Barger and the policemen, who all went silent as I walked past. We walked down a short hallway past the vice-principal's office.

"I'm sorry about all this, Mr. Kent. It never rains, it pours."

I had no idea what that meant. She was leading me towards the principal's office at the end of the hall, and I knew that that was where they were going to confront me. They probably just wanted to get their facts straight before they came in to gang up on me.

As we went past the nurse's office, I glanced casually inside. There was a girl sitting in a chair, sobbing quietly, her eyes red and her face puffy. She didn't notice me because her attention was on the doctor's table next to her. A boy I recognized as one of the students was holding a bloody bandage to his side. 

Ms. Richter looked back and saw me pausing in the doorway. She came back a few steps so that she could explain what had happened. The boy and girl were too wrapped up in their own miseries to hear her low voice. "We had an incident today outside the school. There was a fight over Maggie, and Greg got cut with a knife. It wasn't too bad, and he's waiting for his mother to pick him up and take him to his own doctor. Of course, that's why the police are here. We have to report incidents where weapons or injuries are involved."

Although I was staring straight at the aftermath of the fight I just couldn't believe my eyes. In the last fifteen minutes my mind had gotten too used to the idea that I was about to be shown up as the monster who was molesting his daughter, even if I couldn't figure how they had learned about Andie and me. I just knew that the police were here for me, not to file some report about a teenage fight over a girl that got out of hand. Maybe they were here for both of us. Yeah, that was it. They were going to fill out some paperwork on the fight and then confront me in the principal's office.

"Mr. Kent?" Ms. Richter's voice called me back from my daze.

I turned to look at her and said, "Yes?"

She read something in my eyes. Of course she wasn't reading the whole truth, far from it. She didn't know that I'd come here thinking that our little secret had been found out, that I'd been making love to Andrea. But what she did see made her raise her fingers to her lips in surprise.

"Oh, my. I hope that you didn't think that Andrea was involved in this?" The look on my face gave her an answer, just not the right one. "Oh, I am so sorry. She had nothing to do with this. I guess in all the confusion I didn't explain myself on the phone very well. We've never really had anything like this to deal with before, and I was on the phone with you when they came into my office. Andrea's down here, waiting for you in Principal Barger's office." She held her hand out, beckoning me farther down the hall.

Stunned, I followed.

When I reached her Ms. Richter put her hand on the doorknob to the principal's office and stopped. She spoke softly, knowing that Andrea was on the other side of the door and obviously not wanting her to hear.

"Andrea began crying in her psychology class, and she couldn't stop. She couldn't explain why to Mr. Hardy and she was disrupting class, so he gave her a hall pass and sent her to me. I didn't have much luck getting an explanation either. She says she's not hurt, and that she's not sick. But she did say that it had something to do with family, and that she'd be all right if she could just see you. It's really most unusual. I was calling you just to discuss it. We can't have students disrupting class for no good reason. But she was obviously in some distress. Then Greg came in bleeding and it just seemed easier to tell you to come in. I hope it's all right."

"Of course," I said. My thoughts were scattered and racing. I had just been through too much. Andrea wasn't hurt, Andrea wasn't sick, and our secret was apparently safe. My brain lurched as I tried to switch gears from guilty suspect to concerned father. Why was she crying? Did it have something to do with our affair? Maybe she was feeling guilty and was about to turn me in, but wanted to tell me about it first.  Maybe Evan had hurt her somehow. I was gonna kill the little bastard. My mind was reeling. 

Ms. Richter opened the door to the principal's office to let me in first.  It was a large office, more nicely furnished than you'd expect for a public school servant. There were several chairs and a large cherry desk. Morning sunlight shone in from a row of windows that looked out over the front lawn of the school. One wall was covered with certificates and degrees and awards. 

Andrea was sitting on a chair in front of the desk. When she turned to see who was in the doorway, I could see that her eyes were puffy and wet. My heart went out to my little girl, who had definitely been crying.

Andrea squealed, "Daddy," and stood up and rushed over to me, wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder. I held her in my arms as parents sometimes have to, trying to comfort her but not really knowing what the problem was. As I patted her on the back Ms. Richter said, "Well, I'll leave you two alone. I have to see to Greg and talk to the police. Are you going to be all right now, Andrea?"

Andie nodded wordlessly, her head bobbing against my shoulder as Ms. Richter watched from the doorway. It took her a moment to be satisfied that this was what Andrea really wanted, and I'm sure that if she hadn't had a knifing to deal with that she wouldn't have left us alone. She wanted to know what had caused Andie's crying jag as much as I did. But she had bigger things to worry about. "I'll be around if you need me," she said, and pulled the door shut behind her.

I put my arms on Andie's shoulders and pushed her back a little so I could look her in the eye.

"It's all right, baby. I'm here now. Now what's the matter?"

Andrea palmed her eyes dry so that she could see me better. She looked at me and I could tell that she knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn't get the words out. As she faltered she became embarrassed, and her face turned pink.

She took a deep breath and I thought she was going to talk to me, but instead she walked over to the windows and began closing the blinds, moving down the wall so that she could get all of them. Her voice was low and self-absorbed, almost as if I wasn't even in the room.

"I had to," she said. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as me. "I just couldn't wait until tonight to see you. I know I shouldn't have done it. But I knew that you'd be done with your first appointment, and I couldn't think of any other way."

I was aghast. All of the worrying that I had done, all of the guilt and stress of the last twenty minutes had been because my little girl wanted to see me? Why didn't she just call? What was so damned important that couldn't wait? Didn't she know what she'd put me through? I could feel myself going into mad-daddy mode, and it didn't bode well for Andrea's selfish scheming. I held my tongue and tried to count to ten so that I wouldn't blow up at her.

Finished closing the blinds, Andie had made her way around the principal's desk to the door. I couldn't fathom why, but she turned the key to lock it before she came back to stand in front of me.

"Please understand, Dad." Her voice was nervous, but with an undercurrent of apology running through it. She was asking and explaining at the same time, and I could tell she was worried about what I might say. "I can't help it. It'll just be the one time, I promise. I just had to. I won't ever cry in class and make them call you down here again. I promise." Andrea solemnly crossed her heart with her finger. "Besides, it'll just be a quickie."

Ohmigod. My mouth fell open in amazement and I went dizzy with the realization of what she wanted and how far she had gone to get it. I understood better now, but I liked it less. Andie had pretended to be upset just because she wanted me to fuck her. In the principal's office, no less! I had thought that I was giving her all the sex she needed, but now it looked like her desires were getting out of hand. What kind of girl had I turned her into? 

"You've got to be kidding me," I practically yelled. "Don't you know what you did to me? Don't you know how worried I was when I got a phone call from the nurse? " I lowered my voice to a harsh whisper. "And all you wanted was for me to come and fuck you?"

I know I was looking daggers at her, but I couldn't help it.

Unfazed by my anger Andie turned on her puppy dog eyes and stuck out her lower lip. Her feigned guilt didn't fool either one of us, and we stared at each other for a minute. I couldn't hold my anger even though I tried not to let it show on my face. She was so damned cute standing there. I felt frustrated and mad and exasperated. I wanted to stay angry at her. But how many times are you needed so badly in your life? Besides, I wanted her, and we both knew it. I fought to stay stern and cold, but apparently I didn't manage it well. My eyes must have given me away, because her lips gradually turned into a huge and knowing smile.

Andie looked down at the button on her jeans and began to unfasten them. "We have to hurry, Daddy. I don't know how long it'll be before Ms. Richter comes back." Andie kicked off her sneakers, unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. I stared at her, fascinated as I always was by the sight of her long bare legs and her taut tummy. But I wasn't as willing as she thought I was. I was definitely going to have to teach her a lesson about what she could and couldn't get away with around her father.

Andie kicked off her jeans and panties. She looked at me long enough to see that I hadn't made a move yet. "Hurry up, Dad," she said impatiently. Her breasts bobbled free after she threw off her t-shirt. Her young body was white and perfect, and I wondered again why she wanted anything to do with an old guy like me. She stood there waiting in nothing but her white socks, certain of her attractiveness and keen for her father. Apparently I wasn't moving fast enough because she crossed her arms under her bare breasts and raised one eyebrow at me. I reached down and slowly unzipped my jeans and pushed down my shorts. My fully erect cock sprang free, anticipating a visit to my daughter's tiny pink hole.

Satisfied that I was finally getting ready to fuck her, Andrea turned to Principal Barger's desk and leaned over it, moving stuff out of the way. God, would I ever learn to resist the call of her white ass and naked legs? They begged me to fuck her, to hurl myself inside her while she was bent over the desk. The only reason I was able to defy my begging dick at that instant was because I knew I'd have her soon. And because sometimes a father's duty comes before his pleasure.

I stepped up beside her while she was moving Mr. Barger's calendar and tangled my fingers in her hair. It was silky and soft, and Andie closed her eyes and moaned a little.  She obviously thought my touch was a prelude to a caress.

Once I had a good grip on her short locks, I pushed her face down towards the top of the desk. She resisted at first, but then she thought that she was being positioned so that I could fuck her from behind and she willingly bent over. She whispered, "Like this, Dad?" She turned her head so that her cheek rested on the dark cherry wood and I tightened my grip on her hair.

She had always kind of liked having her hair pulled, so she didn't realize my ulterior motive. I had never done anything to her that she hadn't wanted, that she hadn't begged for. So the thought never crossed her mind that by being held bent over the desk she was very vulnerable.

I jerked her head and bent low so that I could hiss in her ear. All of the fear and frustration that I'd held inside bubbled out of me, and I made no attempt to hide the anger in my voice. "I can't believe you did this to me. I don't care how damned much you want me, you cannot just arrange to get laid because you feel like it."

Her face was turned away from me, but I saw her eyes open wide in surprise. I wound her hair tighter in my hand, gripping it near the scalp.

"I haven't had to give you a spanking in years, but I don't know what else to do. You need to be taught a lesson. Maybe next time you'll think twice about pulling a stunt like this."

"Daddy! No!" Andie tried to wiggle out from my grip.

I held her down firmly with one hand, and swatted her ass. Hard. Andie yelped in surprise and pain. I hit her again as she struggled to stand up.

"Daddy! No! Wait!"

I pushed her head hard back down onto the desktop and paddled her bare little butt. I smacked her hard, over and over again, and if her ass hurt half as much as my palm did then she was smarting pretty good. With each smack her ass turned a deeper shade of pink - a rosy color which was all the more striking next to the creamy white skin of the rest of her. I hoped that the distinctive sound of a hand slapping flesh wouldn't carry through the closed door and down the hall, but I almost didn't care.

Andrea squealed with each slap. After a few good spanks she started crying out loud, and this time her tears weren't just to fool some teachers. She jerked and yelped with each slap but she tried very hard to keep her voice down so the sounds of her punishment wouldn't carry to the hall. She resigned herself to her paddling and didn't try to get away, sobbing onto the desktop as her whole body rippled with each blow. 

Andie's ass squirmed between slaps, wiggling and shaking with each bare-handed smack. I couldn't believe how hard the sight of her bare rosy bottom was making me. Tears fell off her face and splashed on Mr. Barger's dark cherry desk, but I didn't stop.

Occasionally I spanked Judy just because she liked a little bit of pain mixed with our lovemaking. But this was different. This wasn't a spanking just because she wanted the extra arousal. I was spanking my daughter for a real transgression that required a real punishment. To my surprise that made the whole thing much more erotic than anything I'd done before. I was a man in a daze, spanking my daughter's ass while I held her down. My dick grew harder with each slap, and I suddenly realized that it was about to shoot cum all over her ass without my dick even touching her.

I let her go.

Andie stood slowly up and turned to face me, her eyes puffy and wet as she got her crying under control. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the palms of her hands and stood naked in front of me.

"I said I wouldn't do it again." The complaining tone in her voice was tempered with a tinge of fear. I could see that she resented being handled this way, and she didn't want to accidentally set me off again. Andrea reached behind her with both hands and cradled her sore ass, which made her wince.

"The fact that you did it even once is enough to make me question your judgment."

My daughter sniffed and gently rubbed her butt as she struggled to get her breathing back under control. She wiped her tears away again, and defiantly said, "So, do I get my fuck now or what?"

I chuckled. I never had any intention of skipping her fuck. Besides, I kind of figured that after all her subterfuge with the school that she had earned it.

Andie took my laugh for consent. She stared at me a moment, resentment and lust mixed on her face under the last of her tears. She sniffed and put her hands behind her on the edge of the desk. She hoisted herself onto it, sliding her little butt onto the tiny drops of tears that she'd left behind.

Andie leaned back and spread her legs as far apart as she could, which was pretty damn far. She put her heels in their white socks on the edges of the desk. She was so damned sexy. It was as if her legs became a lustrous funnel channeling all of my thoughts, all of my attention, all of my need towards the little pink slit between her legs.

Her bald pussy reminded me of her eyes, puffy and pink and swollen and wet. It looked as if the slightest touch might cause her to cum, and I wondered just what that spanking had actually done to her. Her slit glistened, her shiny girl juice calling my tongue, my nose, my dick. It oozed from her, mixing with her tears on the desk. 

I sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk and lowered my face between her legs. I paused, teasing, and Andrea pushed her crotch up, trying to touch my mouth with her clit. I moved away, denying her the touch of my lips. Then, suddenly, I flicked my tongue over her clit, once, twice. With each touch a spasm rippled through her body, starting at her pussy and traveling up through the muscles of her tummy like a pebble thrown in a lake. Andie whimpered, a sound I'd never heard her make before. 

I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, tears were running down her cheeks again, and her breathing was ragged and edgy as she fought for air. Her disheveled hair fell about her face. I leaned in again and took one long lick of my little girl's opening, slurping every drop of juice from her hole to her clit and ending in a little flick of my tongue.. She gasped again, and breathlessly pleaded, "Oh, please, Daddy." Begging. "Please?"

I stood up, my dick practically dripping pre-cum. As I looked down at my daughter I realized that I'd never seen her naked in the daylight before. Our trysts before had always been at indoors at night, and only sometimes with the lights on. The sunlight leaking through the blinds striped her skin, and I noticed how flawless she was from tip to toe.

I took hold of my dick and lined it up on her little hole and pushed.

The ripples that had been traveling through her tummy engulfed her whole body, shaking her in huge spasms as I slowly pushed my way into her. Andie's orgasm was like I'd never seen before, consuming her from the inside out. Instead of riding her orgasm, it rode her, and hard. Her usual cool manner when we were fucking vanished, memories made cool and distant in the fire of the moment. My little girl convulsed around my dick as I started to fuck her.

"Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!"

I fucked her deliberately, trying hard not to succumb to the urge to hurl myself into her like a freight train.  Her pussy gripped me like her wet hand, soft and so tight that it caused us both to heat up with the extra friction. Andie surrendered her spirit to her cumming body and the man who gave her life. She was a little girl lost. 

I slid my hands down her legs until I could grab her ankles. I pushed her feet up until they above my head and then I spread them as far apart as I could. I fucked her harder, giving in to the need that both of us had to fill the space between her legs with sperm. My daughter was a wanton picture of sin beneath me, an innocent angel in white. I'd never felt so damned hard or so damned needed. My breath failed me, and I felt faint. My long deep strokes grew slower, and I pushed her farther onto the desk as I neared the end. Suddenly I came, the sperm erupting from my dick in waves, splurting and gushing life into her.

I fell onto her, almost crying myself from the joy of being hers. She wrapped her arms gently around me and whispered in my ear as I spasmed in her wet pussy. "That's it, Dad. Oh, God, I needed that. You feel so good inside me." She stroked my hair as I pushed myself and my cum inside her. She whispered in my ear, "I love you, Daddy. I love you, Daddy."

She twirled my hair in her finger as I finished spilling myself into her. She was mother, daughter, mistress and wife all rolled into one.  I loved her so very much. I slid in and out, each thrust longer and slower, each ending with a smaller gush of sperm shooting into her. Then there was no more left. I slowed and stopped, cradled in my daughter's arms. Andrea wrapped her silky smooth bare legs around me and we rested in each other's embrace.




My Daughter's Garter Belt



“Well?”

“Well, what?” Andie used her free hand to push her hair back behind her ear. “I was just changing my clothes. Is that a crime?”

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady.” I tried my best to sound firm and in control. Deliberate, not angry. “I’m a lot less concerned about your clothing than I am about the other stuff.”

That got her. A flicker of fear flashed over her face. Since she didn’t know just what I knew, she took refuge in silence, waiting for me to show my hand. I spoke slowly, trying to sound calm and stern. 

“Since your mother is out, and you were gone, I decided to take a drive.” No point in telling her how I really found her. Parents get to keep secrets too, you know. “I was going through the park, and I spotted what I thought might be Keith’s car. When I got near enough to it, I saw my daughter’s bare ass hanging out the window as she had sex in a car with a boy.”

Andrea’s face colored as I spoke, and she turned redder and redder as I went on, obviously embarrassed beyond belief. She was more humiliated than I’d ever seen anybody. I suspected that it was every girl’s nightmare to have her dad seeing her have sex. Her eyes couldn’t meet mine, and she took a sudden interest in staring at the floor.

“What I want to know is this – do you always have sex with your dates, or was this your first time?”

“Daddy!” A tiny flash of anger at my misunderstanding. But she still refused to look up as she went on in a quiet voice, “I don’t have sex with them. I’ve never had sex with them. You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

She gathered her thoughts for a minute, still blushing furiously. No girl wants to have a conversation like this with her dad. Andie spoke softly, ashamed and still so embarrassed that I could watch as waves of red washed over her. The flush spread from her face down between her tits, and I briefly wondered just how far it would go. She still couldn’t bring herself to look at me, and she almost whispered her answer. “The boys in school just expect it. If you want to have any dates at all then you have to do it. If you don’t, then everybody ignores you. You don’t get to go out, you don’t have any friends. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“So you just have sex with every boy who asks you out?”

“No, Daddy. I’ve never had sex with any of them. I mean, some of the girls do, but you can get by with a blowjob for most of the boys. It’s just something you just have to do.”

“So you’ve never had sex with any of them? You understand that any girl’s daddy would find that a little hard to believe after he’s seen what I’ve seen.”

Still humiliated and unable to look me in the eye, Andie went on in a monotone that clearly indicated that this was common knowledge and that she shouldn’t have to be explaining it to me. “Well, it’s true. They’re just boys, Daddy. All they care about is getting off. They don’t care about the girls at all. As long as they can get a blowjob, that’s all that matters to them.”

I was contemplating what to say next when I suddenly remembered the flash of her pussy that I’d seen through the car window. I said, “Lift up your skirt,” gesturing at it with my hand.

“What?”

“You heard me. Lift up your skirt.”

“No, Daddy!”

“I want to know if I saw what I thought I saw. You don’t want me any angrier than I am now.” I let a little anger show, and I made my voice more demanding and louder, speaking one word at a time. “Lift. Up. Your. Skirt.” 

Ashamed, Andrea’s eyes took on a distant focus as she turned her head away and stared at the wall over her shoulder. She still held her high heels in her left hand, and she had to use her right to obey me. Her delicate fingers dropped to the hem of her skirt and she lifted it slowly, revealing herself to me. Her hand held her skirt up, her pussy just visible below her fingers. The stockings ended below her crotch, and the contrast between the dark hose and her creamy thighs was surely the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

My earlier glimpse of her pussy was confirmed - her slit was completely shaved. Not a hair on it. I couldn’t help but think that there hadn’t been any more hair on her the last time I saw between her legs, which must have been about the time she learned to dress herself. Since I’d had a peek in the park I wasn’t too shocked at the sight of her hairless slit. What did surprise me was that Andrea had the tiniest pussy I’ve ever seen. It didn’t look like it belonged to a full grown woman at all. She was still slick with her own cum, the tiny lips of her tiny pussy were barely visible under her bald pudendum. God, she looked sexy! 

As I said, I’ve always been a leg man, and the sight of her standing there in those dark stockings and garterbelt was almost more than I could bear. Her delicate hand poised over her bare pussy, her shoeless feet in those sheer stockings, those beautiful legs, and her high heels dangling from her fingers. She looked helpless and tiny and sexy all a once. A little girl on the cusp of becoming a woman. I wished that my dick was big enough to touch every part of her all at once and to drown those gorgeous legs in cum.

Finally I was able to control my reverie. I said, “You can put it down.” Still unable to look at me and still blushing with embarrassment, Andrea let her hem drop.

“You mean to tell me that you did that to yourself, but you haven’t actually used it?”

“I just like the way it feels, Daddy.” She still whispered, embarrassed but sincere. “I’ve never let a boy do anything but touch me there, and they’re so inexperienced that it never does anything for me. I’d never do that for a boy. I just did it for me.”

Like I said, Andrea never lies to me. She may have been sneaking out and giving blowjobs, but she had never told me that she wasn’t. She was telling me that she was still a virgin, and I had to believe her. Should I punish her? Or would that just make thing worse? I knew that I couldn’t keep this from her mother, but that didn’t help me decide what to do right this minute.

I shook my head and said, almost to myself, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

If possible, Andie started blushing even harder. She bent at the knees so that she could put her shoes down on the floor. She stood back up straight and took a sudden interest in the bottom button of her blouse, toying with it with both hands. She couldn’t look at me as she mumbled something under her breath that I didn’t quite catch. 

“What did you say?” 

Still blushing and staring at her button, Andrea said softly, “You could make me give you a blowjob.”

I can’t begin to describe my shock. I won’t say that the picture of her lips around my dick didn’t pop into my head, but I was determined to not get flustered by my daughter’s sexuality. “I was thinking more along the lines of how long to ground you. You know, I’m not one of your teenage boyfriends. You can’t get me on your side by offering me sex.”

“I just thought……… Well, you know you want me to.” Andie gestured towards my crotch. I glanced down and was kind of surprised to see that my dick was so swollen that it was clearly visible through my pants. I suddenly realized that it had been hard and straining since I’d brought her in. God, it was no wonder that she thought I wanted her. Part of me did.

“Never mind that.” I wasn’t going to allow this conversation to be sidetracked by my dick. “It’s just that you’re my little girl, and I want the best for you. I don’t think you’re going to get what you want by behaving this way.”

Andrea padded over to me in her stockings. She reached up and put her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder while she hugged me close. “I know you just want what’s best for me, Daddy. But I’ve never had sex with any of them. They’re just too immature. I mean they’ve tried, but I’ve always wanted something else.”  I relaxed a little. She was right. She was still my little girl, and I did just want what was best for her, my own lust notwithstanding. She was going to get laid someday, right? I suddenly realized that she was holding me closely enough that she could feel my dick straining against her belly. I pulled my hips back a little bit and looked down at her.

“Well, I guess I’ve always know that it would happen sooner or later. I was just shocked. Daddys don’t like to think about their daughters having sex. What you were doing was just normal, even if I don’t like to think about it. Besides, I guess a girl’s first time should be in the backseat of a car with a boy she thinks she’s in love with.

Andrea leaned back, her arms still around my neck. I could feel her trembling as if she was afraid. She looked me in the eye for the first time since I’d caught her, searching for something. She must have found what she was looking for, because I could sense her resolve harden. She was still blushing furiously when she spoke softly, but there was no mistaking what she said this time. “But I’ve always had this dream that you’d be my first time.”

I felt my eyes widen and my dick harden. My little girl was serious – she wanted me to have sex with her. She’d wanted it for a long time. Not just a blowjob to buy me off, but sex. Suddenly the things she’d been saying tonight made more sense. She’d wanted somebody more mature, the high school boys didn’t know how to treat a girl, boys just wanted to get off. She’d been leading up to this all along, and I hadn’t caught on. I was like a deer in the headlights, transfixed by what was rushing at me. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move. I just stared back into her dark eyes, a new understanding of my daughter emerging.

“See, Daddy?” Still staring into my eyes, Andrea reached for my hand. She took it in hers and lifted her skirt out of the way. She spread her legs a little so that she could place my palm on her slippery bald pussy. She held my hand against her as she wiggled her hips so that my unmoving hand caressed her puffy lips. She closed her eyes and moaned a little as she shuddered from the pleasure of my palm cupping her tiny slit.

“See how wet I am?” she whispered. “Doesn’t that give you a clue? I’ve wanted you so bad for so long. And now I know that you want me too. You might not have realized it in your head, but your dick isn’t lying to us. And neither’s my pussy.”

Andrea opened her eyes so that she could look into mine. “Fuck me, Daddy. I know you want to. Please?” 

I guess that I didn’t object quite quickly enough, because Andrea jumped on my few seconds of stunned silence as if it was approval. She took my cummy hand in both of hers and began walking backwards, pulling me along. Her words came quickly, falling over each other in her rush to get them out.

“Come on Daddy. It’ll be great. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. I won’t tell Mom. I promise. I won’t tell anybody. It’ll just be our secret. You want to. I know you do. You can have me whenever you want me.”

Andrea continued her litany of pleadings as she backed up the stairs. Stunned, I found myself following along, allowing myself to be pulled after her. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and she was begging me, her own father, to fuck her. “I’ll be your little girl. It’s what every girl wants. I promise I won’t tell Mom. I promise, I promise, I promise. You’ll have two pussies in the house. I know you want to. Every man wants a teenage girl, and I’m yours. I’m yours Daddy. Please, Daddy?”

She stopped talking when she got us into her room. She backed up, still drawing me along, and fell on the bed, pulling me down on top of her. Somehow she managed to get her stockinged legs wrapped around me, and I could feel her heels hook around my back as she began grinding her pussy against my bulge. Andie immediately began gasping for air, and I realized that she was close to cumming. She’d worked herself into such a state that her pussy wasn’t going to wait for a fucking.

Andrea buried her head in my shoulder and began whispering “Oh-daddy-oh-daddy-oh-daddy” over and over as she dry humped me and neared her orgasm. She pushed her hand down between her legs and began rubbing herself through her skirt as she fucked my dick through our clothes. Suddenly she gasped and caught her breath. My daughter wrapped her arms around my neck and held on for dear life as the orgasm she’d been waiting for finally arrived. Her legs squeezed me tightly as she thrust herself against me in time to the contractions which were wracking her body. Over and over my daughter came in my arms. If there’s anything that’s as thrilling as holding your cumming daughter, I don’t know what it could be.

When she finally was able to relax, she squirmed herself into a more comfortable position. She to put her head back so that she could look me in the eye. I saw many things there.  Lust. Satisfaction. Chagrin. Desire. Love. There was a little ghost of a smile on her lips, and there was no need to speak. We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew that we wanted it right now.

Andrea slid down to the end of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge and began to undress. I stood up at the foot of the bed and began to take off my clothes as fast as I could. We watched each other rip our clothes off in anticipation that could not be denied. In a moment I was naked, my bare dick as swollen and red as I’d seen it in years. Meanwhile Andrea had  practically ripped of her shirt and then slid off her little skirt, letting it drop in a puddle between my feet. As I said before, I’m a leg man, and the sight of my little girl laying there in nothing but her stockings and garterbelt was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I got on my knees on the floor between her legs and wished again that my dick was big enough to drown them in cum. I caressed them, running my hand slowly up and down the sexy stockings and briefly touching the soaking wet place between her legs. Finally I took hold of the soles of her tiny stockinged feet, one in each hand. I pushed her legs back and she fell onto the bed, bending her legs at the knees so that she was in the missionary position. Her bare slit and tiny ass were hanging just over the foot of her bed.

I gazed at her bald cunt for a minute, entranced by the sight of it. I was right – Andie had the tiniest pussy I’d ever seen. It was wet and pink, and I could easily see her tiny inner lips puffing out in anticipation. I even fancied that I could see it tremble with desire for her daddy was about to do. I couldn’t even imagine trying to fit myself into it. Andrea was gasping above me, working herself up towards another orgasm before I’d even touched her.

I lowered my face to her dripping pussy as I held her tiny feet in my hands. Andrea moaned as my tongue slathered her cum all over her slippery slit. I wanted to show her that her faith in her father as a lover wasn’t misplaced, but I didn’t think I was going to get much of a chance. She was so close to cumming again that I wasn’t going to have time for any fancy loving.

After washing her pussy all over with my tongue for a minute, I began giving her long strokes, sliding from her tiny asshole to her tiny slit to her tiny clit. Over and over. Slowly at first, but then going a little faster and harder as Andie neared another orgasm. At the top of each stroke when my tongue brushed her swollen clit she’d gasp out loud, and I knew that she was almost there when the gasping turned into panting and the panting turned into whimpering.

“Oh-daddy-oh-daddy-oh-daddy…………….” Andrea clasped her legs around my face and ground her pussy into my mouth as she came. She reached down between her legs and grabbed my hair, pulling my face even harder against her cumming slit. I kept up a gentle sucking, flicking her clit with my tongue in time to the waves of pleasure that were going through her. Between waves I inserted my tongue into her tiny hole, drinking the cum that drooled from her like parched man in the desert. I was amazed at how good she tasted. I’d always thought that that junk about younger pussy tasting sweeter was just urban myth, but now I wasn’t so sure.

Finally her spasms settled, and she relaxed the hold her thighs had on the sides of my head. She cupped my face in her hand, and I gave her little palm a cummy wet kiss.

“Oh, Daddy.”

I stood up between her spread legs, and Andrea started to scoot back in the bed. “Wait a minute, Daddy. I want to watch you put it in me.”

Andie slid up until the back of her head was propped up on her pillows and she could look down between her legs. She spread them wide so that I could crawl up between them, my dick only inches from her young cherry pussy. The picture of my sexy young daughter with her young legs spread wide and wearing nothing but her garterbelt and stockings is one that I’ll take to my grave.

“Oh God, Daddy! I can hardly stand it!”

I took one of her ankles in each hand and pushed them back towards her head. Her ass lifted from the bed and her tiny slit grazed the bottom of my rod. She whimpered as a dick touched her slit for the first time.

“Oh God, Daddy!” We both looked as I lined up the tip of my dick with her little hole. I gave a tentative little push and felt her pussy squeeze the top of my rod. When I made love to her mother I always just slid right in. She’d never been this tight, even before she’d had Andrea. But there was no way that this was going to be that easy. Her pussy was just too tiny.

As I held her there by her ankles, my dick pressing lightly into her hole, Andie began gasping for air and making that whimpering sound that I was learning meant that she was getting ready to cum.

“Oh-daddy-oh-daddy-oh-daddy,” she panted as the waves approached.

I began to push myself inside my daughter. It was the slowest entry I’d ever made into a girl, never mind a girl who was so excited that she was cumming almost constantly and dripping her nectar all over. Andrea’s eyes never left my dick as she watched her pussy reluctantly spread just wide enough to let me in. She moaned and squirmed, urging the penetration as best she could while flat on her back.

I have never in all my life felt a pussy like this one. It gripped every centimeter of my dick, and I realized that I’d never been touched like this before. There was always a little room in my wife’s mouth, and even in a pussy you’re not being touched everywhere all the time. And I love fucking my wife’s asshole, but it’s more of a ring gripping me than anything else. Even a handjob wasn’t as all encompassing as this. I watched as I held her ankles apart and slowly worked into her, my dick being pressed on all sides by warm wet pussy. Andie wiggled her pussy, trying to help me fit it into her. It was incredible.

Andrea’s gasping suddenly got deeper as she tried to catch enough air to get her through her orgasm. A high sustained whimper escaped her lips and she began to cum again. Suddenly I slipped all of the way in, my dick actually touching the bottom of her pussy and unable to penetrate any further. I’d never been that far inside a woman before. I couldn’t help it, and I began to cum too.

We both watched our squirming union as Andrea impaled herself on me and I held myself inside her. The first jet of hot cum surged out of me and into my hungry daughter. She was so tight that there was no room inside her for my sperm, and it squirted out of her pussy. We watched as it seeped out of her and slid down between the cheeks of her ass. The next spurt did the same, and the one after that, and the one after that. The cum was spilling out of Andrea just as fast as I was squirting into her. I strained to throw my fuck into her, not even able to slide in and out because the feelings were just too intense.

Finally I had shot almost all I had into her. The last few squirts were coming out, and I was able to draw myself out and then thrust myself back in for each one of them. I slammed into her hard, feeling the bottom of her insides as her pussy gripped me and milked me of the rest of my cum. My back started throbbing from trying to hurl myself into my little girl, and she took every stroke with a little gasp of pleasure and a wiggle of her little ass.




My Daughter's Garter Belt



Exhausted, I let go of my baby’s tiny feet, and she immediately wrapped her stockinged legs around me as she was able to relax her ass back down into the bed. Still inside her, I settled onto my daughter, and she held me close as we both waited for our breathing to return to normal. I could feel those marvelous stockings on my legs as she wrapped them around me, and I was in heaven.

Finally we could both breathe again, and Andrea took my face in her hands. She turned me so that we were facing each other, and she slowly brought her lips to mine and gave me a long, wet kiss. When we came up for air, Andie looked me in the eye and said, “Thank you Daddy.”

Next: Part II Dad finds different ways of exploring his daughter’s nubile body

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