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No More Monkeys...

By: No More Monkeys...



Except that we both knew she really meant, "Dad, you need to get laid." So she wasn't totally innocent.

Still, I could hardly answer, "If only one of your sister's friends would offer, because I don't want to be the creepy Dad who propositions my daughter's friends..."

That would be an excellent way to make sure that they never came around any more, and the word would quickly get to Dulcie's pals, so as they became of age, they too would find somewhere else to work out and swim. 

Of course, the unspoken completion of the unspoken thought was "...so they need to come right out and offer, discretely."

But none did. Not that winter, and not through spring, as Carolyn, Jeanie and their cohorts planned and enjoyed their prom. The girls and their dates rented an entire old motel for the after party, planning to stay up all night. I had to wait until the next day to find out how many succeeded, but while I waited, my cock was up all night after seeing these cheerleaders all dolled up in halter dresses or low cut gowns. Thinking about the horny football player dates, and what those man boys would be trying at the motel fuelled my frustration. 

I tried watching television with Dulcie -- some mindless comedy with "family values" so as to distract me from those thoughts. Dulcie was a bit bummed by her big sister's adventure, and wanted consolation. As I sat on the couch, the bowl of popcorn between us, images of Jeanie sucking cock atop some bedspread already soiled by decades of stale cum , while another faceless jock pounded her doggy style kept battling with the movie's blandness. My cock was swollen, but Dulcie chattered aimlessly, not looking at my lap. 

The movie ended around 10 and Dulcie bounced up. With a quick "Good night, dad," she flounced into the kitchen to assemble a snack. Her bed time routine was complex -- food, online chatting, video games, staying up late. She did all this with the bedroom door ajar -- a relic of the days when I first allowed the girls their own computer, my way of being reassured that they weren't getting into porn, or chatting with predators. Of course, since they now stayed up way later than me, they had all night to do whatever they wanted. But as long as I did not actually know what that was, I could remain in denial.

Maybe I had been in denial about Dulcie's charms prom night too. Unless she has developed a lot since, she was just as nubile, and already barely legal. Looking back, I am sure my eyes lingered as her ass twitched its way out of the room. At the time, I was just suddenly aware that my hand had fallen to my lap, and I was slowly caressing my engorged member through my pants. The images in my mind were of cheerleaders in prom dresses, not of Dulcie. 

Afraid she might return to the living room for one last hug, which might prove awkward and embarrassing if she noticed my arousal, I shut off the TV and yelled, "I think I'll go up to my study for a while before heading to bed."

I hustled up the stairs and shut the door before Dulcie left the kitchen. Ignoring the lack of a lock on the door, my cock was out of my pants and in my hand instantly. To avoid thinking about Dulcie's fine young ass, I thought first of generic asses bouncing on the trampoline, and then returned to thinking about the cheerleaders at the prom. I particularly flooded my brain with thoughts of Jeanie, who had already been picked up by the limo when it came for Carolyn. I had just a brief glimpse of her tanning bed bronzed flesh, in the sleeveless shoulder less sapphire blue dress gathered just above her tits, which were firm enough to go braless. 

By now, she would be dancing. The heat and the brushing of gauzy fabric against tender tips would have made her nipples hard, so that her date would be feasting on an incredible vision. His cock would be as hard as mine. 

At that point, I think I had paused for a moment, my hand still around my cock as it shrank, jealousy interfering with fantasy. Some young ignorant jock would be impaling Jeanie's tight pussy with his weapon, not me. His seed would be milked from his loins by those perfect abs causing her inners walls to massage his shaft. Once I started picturing those images, my palm began sliding faster, driving me even closer to an explosion. 

Suddenly, there was a tiny rapping sound on the door.

"Dad, are you okay? You sound like you're in pain." It was Dulcie. I was fortunate that she respected my privacy enough not to just barge in and begin CPR. 

"Sorry, honey I didn't realize I was even grunting. Just working hard."

"Too hard, by the sounds of it, Dad," Dulcie said.

Did I detect a bit of emphasis on her saying "hard", and maybe a giggle afterwards?

"Do you want me to come in and help you?" she said before I recovered enough to respond.

"No, Dulcie, I'm almost done," I finally stammered, my cock only half deflated in my fist. 

This time the giggle was undeniably real, before Dulcie spoke again.

"Well, as long as the hard part is finished, Dad. I wouldn't want you pulling a muscle trying to move a load by yourself."

My tender teen girl was standing so close I could hear her breathing. Realizing that only the thin door separated us made me picture her smallish but so round firm young breasts rising and falling. I shook that image out of my brain as soon as I realized that my shaft was swelling with a fresh surge of blood from thinking about what Dulcie's nipples might look like, rock hard, without a bra, wondering if she was dressed for bed in a thread bare T-shirt, or whether she still wore a bra, perhaps one of those lacy ones I had recently noticed in the laundry, the fabric tickling her nubs into even more arousal. 

Fortunately, thoughts of nipples quickly switched my mind to recollections of that image of Jeanie's puffy areolae. I found myself wondering which punk was suckling them even at the prom -- though at that early hour, she was still probably dancing, unless her date had dragged her into a corner, with one hand cupping her firm young ass, the other cupping tit flesh. Surely it was too early in the evening for them to sneak outside...

"Dad, you're still grunting. Let me help you."

Dulcie's voice broke my concentration just as I was on the verge of exploding. I stood there in my study, my meat still rigid in my palm, jolted into realizing that my sweet young daughter was only about a foot away, separated from me by a thin hollow core door. I grasped the root of my shaft, right above where it met my groin, improvising a cock ring out of my fingers, to make sure that I did not accidentally groan even louder ejaculating before Dulcie moved further away. 

"It's okay, dear, I'm almost finished." I managed to croak out a reply.

"But, you sound so out of breath, maybe I should just help you with the last bit - I could pull while you push." Real concern had flushed the playfulness out of her voice.

I could hear her breathing as the floorboard creaked, indicating she was moving closer to the door. My brain was overheating, trying to figure out how to convince her to stop, wanting not to think of her semi dressed state, but desperately driven to climax. Since thoughts of Dulcie in her night clothes made me feel creepy, I chose to chase those out of mind first. The simplest, most effective way was to go back to imagining Jeanie, and some lucky young stud -- who in my picture was just a body, head got off the frame- as he tweaked her nipples, her ripe tits pulled free from her dress, while she fished his already hard cock out of his pants and lowered her head to lick the very tip, which was gaping open like mine. 

Before I realized what I was doing, I had started teasing my ball sac with the tip of my baby finger, sending shivers up my spine as my load begged to be released, but my grip still prevented that bursting forth, which I knew was likely to result in a verbalization. At least I seemed to be holding my breath as I did this, so Dulcie heard no more groaning.

Instead, she seemed even more worried. "Dad, did you just stop breathing? Answer me, or I'm calling 911 and coming in."

Her voice rose excitedly. This did not help at all, as I heard her rapid breathing. A picture of my baby, her heart beating fast, her ribcage heaving, pushing her young tits higher, sweat perhaps soaking her shirt, her nipples visible as shadows through the fabric flashed into my mind. To my horror, my cock surged back to full engorgement.

"Jeanie, Jeanie, Jeanie..." I muttered to myself, trying to summon those prom fantasies again, to wipe the taboo thoughts from my brain. That did nothing to reduce my fulsome erection, which was now so swollen that I could never remember it being such a handful. 

I almost did not notice the door knob twisting. In a second, or less, the door would open, and an extremely awkward moment would occur. There was no way I had time to stuff my rigidity back into my pants -- if it would even fit. My daughter was about to be confronted by the simple fact that even middle aged widowers have sexual needs. 

The rolling desk chair, shoved under the knob, might block the door, but might not. If I tried that, and while doing so, I accidentally released my grip on my root, Dulcie might enter and get a splat of seed right in the face. So that was out. Thinking of spewing semen on Dulcie should have deflated my cock, but instead, I felt my balls pressing their demands even more urgently, as an image of a pearl of glistening goo slowly dripping, dangling down from my Dulcie's erect nipple invaded my sick mind. 

I quickly dropped into the chair and kicked it so that my back was facing the door. I shook the thoughts of Dulcie out of my brain, again using my imagination to replace them with Jeanie, recreating my earlier fantasy, but this time it was my cock she licked, and my seed shot out, catching her in exactly the same spots where I had pictured Dulcie being coated. The resulting cavalcade of images and emotions made it impossible for me to stuff my cock into my shorts, so I tried hiding it under my shirt tail in my lap, my fist still frantically restraining my orgasm. 

"Dad, are you finished?"

Dulcie had opened the door just a crack. Without entering the room, she wouldn't be seeing more than my head and shoulders.

"Not quite, dear, but I'm not winded anymore. The heavy lifting is done."

"Well, if you're sure you don't need a hand..."

She seemed to linger in the doorway, having taken a half step closer, one foot into the room. I could see her reflection in the window glass, but it was impossible to make out her expression, or know just where she was looking. Her breathing was causing those perfect tits to rub her shirt. I knew her nipples must react to that, and was ashamed to find myself wondering whether her pussy was wet. All I could smell was her usual baby powder scent. 

"Just go to bed, monkey," I croaked. "I'll try not to bounce on the bed too loudly, Daddy."

"Good girl." I was anxious for her to leave, but loved my daughter too much to be rude.

"If I am, just come and tell me no more monkeys bouncing on the bed, okay?"

This caused fresh images to invade my mind. I had never before recognized that a scantily clad Dulcie bouncing on her bed might even be sexier than cheerleaders on the trampoline, but could not deny that I was thinking of Dulcie's ass bouncing high, her panties sticking between her cheeks, her camel toe teasing me. Then I realized that I had no clue how she styled her pubic mound, if at all -- was she shaved, a landing strip, a heart shape, or natural? I knew from overhearing the girls chatter that most cheerleaders shaved or waxed, to avoid itchy sweat stained hairs down there, but until that prom night, I had always left my baby out of such thoughts.

"Well, good night then," Dulcie said quietly, perhaps disappointed that I had not continued the conversation, but it would have been simply impossible. 

Desperate for the relief which awaited her departure, I was frozen, no breath available to choke out even a goodnight. As soon as I heard the door latch behind me, I leaned back further in my chair, and released my grasp on the base of my cock. As I reached for tissue to prevent spillage on my clothing, the goo gushed up my shaft without any further urging, bursting out of my balls like a dam had broken. 

I tried to forget about Dulcie's interruption, and forced images of Jeanie forward in my mind, imagining again that her mouth was waiting for my seed, her perfect white teeth glistening with my offering, a droplet dangling from her throbbing lower lip...but what sent the shivers through my spine and made my shoulders shake was wondering whether my daughter was still standing just outside my door. Instead of heading immediately to her room like she had indicated, perhaps she had paused, just to make sure I really was okay, her hand lingering on the doorknob, ready to reopen it in an instant.

It was too late to worry about that risk now, as I milked the last of my semen up my spasming shaft and out the gaping hole in my cockhead with one hand, the other holding the tissue into which I pumped. Already, my hardness was dissipating. I wished it really was Jeanie with me, because, I thought, she would rub my last drops across her nipples; fuck my waning weapon with her tits, begging me to keep going.

"Get stiff enough to fuck my wet cunt," the imaginary Jeanie growled as she flicked her tongue across the sensitive frenulum linking cock head to shaft, and then took me back into her throat, sucking me with her lips tight around my root. 

I felt blood surge back towards my groin, rejuvenating my erection more quickly than a middle aged widower could reasonably expect. A pause, a glance at the door, I reassured myself that Dulcie must have danced down the hallway on her tiny cheer babe feet while the sound of blood pounding in my ears had shut out the rest of the world. Even if I had uttered a peep, she had not responded, so I knew it was safe to continue dancing with my dreams. 

The images became confused -- a kaleidoscope switching between Jeanie sucking her boyfriend in the car, my cock entering her mouth; her smiling up at me; my lipstick ringed meat in her fist; and her laying back, begging to be fucked. I could not tell whose prick I saw approaching her cleanly shaved honey pot as she drunkenly chanted "Give me a 'C'...give me an 'O'...." and giggled, as if forgetting the cheer to say "yeah, big boy, give me my 'O'..."

The hot blonde drunkenly passing out is not a common feature in most wet dreams, but that was what Jeanie did in my fantasy. I later overheard Carolyn laughing with another cheerleader about Jeanie apparently doing exactly that at about the precise moment she abandoned me with my fist full of cock. It seems that her date later bitched to his chums, after first trying to pretend that they had 'gone all the way.' Which he would have if she had not passed out. 

"He came all over her naked belly, and when he woke her up back at the motel, she was all gross and sticky," I heard Caro say, but that was days later.

On prom night, I was like Jeanie's date -- left holding my meat waiting to climax. Unlike him, I did not have her flat athletic belly and gaping wet snatch to coat with my seed. All I had was my imagination, and its horrid insistence on thoughts of my sweet Dulcie creeping in. 

Hopefully, she had gone down the hall, and snuggled in her bed by the time my explosion burst forth, because I am sure I involuntarily grunted as the thick stream splattered my leg. It was definitely Jeanie who I was thinking about as the spasms wracked my body and my hose softened in my palm. The thoughts of Dulcie were protective of her presumed innocence, after my climax. 

"She'll be a woman soon enough," I heard myself mutter. In the meantime, I would appreciate Dulcie affectionately, just as I did Carolyn, about whom I had only fatherly thoughts. 

The moments I sat there waiting for my heart to stop racing seemed like an eternity, though I am sure they were barely a minute, if that. Slowly I came back to reality, as if fog was lifting. I looked down into my lap to see my cock shrivelled, still encircled loosely by my fingers, the spunky tip dribbling its last droplets onto my thigh. For a second, I forgot how I ended up in this potentially compromising position, but then I felt the blood, freed from my erection, rushing to my cheeks, blushing at my near miss with Dulcie. 

I quickly found my tissues and dabbed up the baby butter dappling my lap and legs. A quick glance confirmed that I had not sprayed onto the chair, desk or floor. As I fretted about Dulcie coming back to check up on me, I found myself wondering whether she was truly innocent. If so, how would any leftover evidence mean anything to my baby girl? She wasn't a slut like Jeanie or Carolyn's other team mates. 

Dulcie did not knock on my door. After I made sure my clothing was neatly rearranged, I gently opened my door and crept down the hall to her room. As usual, the door was open a notch, which reminded me of how I used to peep in when the sisters were small and tell them "no more monkeys..."

That was not necessary on prom night. Dulcie was quietly curled up on her left side, hands tucked under her pillow, knees drawn towards her waist, no covers in honour of the warm spring night, wearing only her old T shirt and boy short style pink lace panties.

"Her ass is perfect," I thought before I banished such ideas from my fatherly head and instead wondered when she had started wearing sexy lingerie- my little tomboy was growing up emotionally as well as physically, I noticed. I knew that girls only wore sexy underwear if they at least hoped a boy might see them. 

Stepping out of the doorway, I closed Dulcie's door, a silent recognition that she was no longer my little monkey. Rather than head to my bedroom I decided to return downstairs and fall asleep watching television, in the hopes that Carolyn would try sneaking in before dawn. 

Fall asleep I did, but it was Dulcie who woke me up the next morning, banging around in the kitchen making brunch. Carolyn did not return until mid afternoon, and retreated immediately to her room, shut the blinds and slept around the clock. I never asked her about prom night, assuming only that very little sleeping went on. What little I learned was through overhearing comments, like Caro's cell phone chatter about Jeanie.

"She's SUCH a slut. Do you know what she did? When she exhausted her date, she stole mine, poured champagne on his lap, and started rubbing it to 'clean it'. I heard her saying. "Well, OF COURSE he got hard. Next thing I knew, she fished his cock out and sucked him off -- right there in front of me!"

I had to try to not get distracted by my excited organ, and stood silently, eavesdropping as Carolyn listened to whatever her friend replied and then spoke again. 

"He came so hard that even that slut couldn't swallow it all - some of it dribbled down onto her naked tits." She giggled then, eyes closing as she thought about prom night. Were her nipples poking erectly against her T shirt, or was that just my overheated imagination?

"Nooooo...I was not even tempted to lick it off of her -- and no, I did not clean his cock afterwards either, you perv..."

For an instant, I wondered if she was talking to me, but quickly decided she was teasing whoever was on the phone. Her fingers definitely caressed her ripe young breast as she moaned softly. I realized that I was rubbing my cock inside my pants, enjoying the friction of the fabric on flesh as well as the voyeuristic thrills, unconcerned that it was my older daughter I was perving on. 

I did not think about that taboo at the time, and later convinced myself that it was really Jeanie I was thinking about, not Caro. Her visual addition to my excitement was merely confirmation that, unlike Dulcie, she was no innocent. If I was perving on Caro, it was her fault. Not that I was perving on my daughter, no. My hand was fishing my cock out my fly because Jeanie was a slut, and I could still remember how her nipples felt rubbing against me. Carolyn's nipples would not feel the same, even if, at the moment I was peeping at her, they were rock hard and her thumbnail was flicking casually across the tip of the right one. 


No More Monkeys...



"What I did was slapped him across the face, the son of a bitch. After all, he knows that I give great head. I don't care how drunk he was, his gizz belonged to me and only me," Carolyn continued complaining over the phone, confirming my sense that she was no innocent. 

If Carolyn had decided to get up for a glass of water just then, she would have seen me listening, my erection ready to burst. In spite of that risk, I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and listened. My hand slowly caressed my shaft, the edge of my palm rubbing up against the underside of my fat cock head, the friction beginning to make my slit open and close. My balls were tight to my groin. 

Luckily, she stayed on the couch, chattering away on the phone, stretching and twisting with athletic female grace. Upon hearing the sound of the springs, I carefully peeked around the door frame again. She had her eyes half closed, and her head was facing the patio doors. This allowed me to quickly shift across the doorway, nestling against the wall where a fortuitously placed mirror gave me ample views of my hot daughter as she listened to her friend respond.

"I was tempted to fuck Jeanie's date in retaliation, right there in front of her, but I knew that cunt wouldn't even care -- he was just the first random footballer to invite her to prom. Besides which, he looked all used up." 

After saying that, Caro giggled and stretched again, relaxing, her anger diffused a bit. Her nipples though were even harder, if that was possible. It was impossible for my cock to get harder, so I started stroking it more vigourously. Caro reaching her free hand up under her shirt to begin massaging her tit added to my excitement. 

"I mean, it's not like I'm a priggish little stuck up virgin like my little sister Dulcie, but I'm not the sort of whore who steals a team mate's boyfriend." 

"I knew it," I spoke softly to myself, not thinking for the moment that Carolyn might overhear. "Dulcie IS an innocent. And her sister IS a slut."

Maybe it is unfair to pretend there's nothing between those polar opposites, but there really isn't for a father. 

"No - my panties weren't wet from watching, you perv!" Caro said to whoever was on the phone, loudly this time. "Because I wasn't wearing any panties."

Her lusty laugh would have drawn my attention from upstairs. If I wanted an excuse to pretend to walk into the hallway and interrupt, that was it. Instead, I stroked my cock faster as I watched her fingers stretch her right nipple out underneath her shirt, her hips squirming on the couch. Perhaps my brain was just clouded by lust, or maybe if I was thinking, I rationalized my behaviour on the basis that since my older daughter seemed to be so sexual, it was an open invitation for me to take advantage without remorse. 

Her hand drifted underneath her shirt, slowly caressing her left tit as she smiled and sighed, her friend talking for a moment. Caro's free hand then slid gently down her flat tummy, disappearing into her shorts.

"MMMmmmmm..." my daughter moaned, excited by whatever her friend was saying. Caro writhed on the couch, hips twisting.

Her hand was now fully inside her pants as her fingers danced. I knew watching my daughter masturbate was wrong, but I was too enthralled in my own jerking off to move. This was even more exciting than Jeanie rubbing up against me, or imagining Jeanie on prom night, because I had a combination of visuals and chatter. My balls urged me to be bold and go offer to help Carolyn, adding the tactile element. I had just enough self restraint not to move.

"Jeanie is such a slut she even tried to seduce my Dad," Caro said."She was bragging about how hard she made his cock, about how big and fat it is..."

My big fat cock throbbed, precum coating my tip. 

"...yeah, I know, gross. But the worst part is that she was for real upset that he didn't take her upstairs and let her suck his spunk out and then fuck her. I should have broken up with her then..."

I barely heard the last comment, as my balls refused to be denied any longer. Just as my daughter said the word "fuck", my seed surged up my shaft and splattered against the wall before I had time to catch it in my palm. 

Suddenly Carolyn stopped talking and snapped her head upright. Her hand jerked out of her shorts. 

"I gotta go, I think I heard somebody coming," she terminated her call.

I was down the hall by then, dashing up the stairs, slipping into the bathroom to swiftly clean my hand and make sure my cock was tucked away. Luck was the only thing keeping my daughter from seeing the stain on the wall. To this day, I don't know if she did. She never said anything, but she did give me a few strange looks that morning, but also averted her gaze quickly if I looked in her direction, so our eyes never met. Conversation was minimal, and she went to a friend's for dinner, so the subject never was resolved.

Once Caro had left, I went back and tried to wash the wall, but no cleaning compound would magically erase the semen stain entirely -- the washed area just ended up looking starkly bright as if screaming out my shame. Though Caro never mentioned that either, I did notice Dulcie slowing down often and looking at the spot, a puzzled expression flashing across her face, but she too never commented. A week later, I had painters in to do several rooms and that hallway. 

Both girls joked teasingly about the painters, who tended to work bare chested. Carolyn turned it around, observing, "I bet that you'd pay double if they were topless college girl painters, Dad!"

I blushed as red as Dulcie did a moment later when Caro asked her if she thought big hands really equalled big cocks, nodding towards the crew leader, a well tanned athlete, who I noticed did in fact have large hands. 

"Caro, that's no way to talk...especially in front of Dad," Dulcie gasped before running to her room and slamming the door. 

As she passed by I did notice that her blush disappeared under her shirt, and her nipples seemed to be poking against the fabric. 

A few minutes later, I paused outside Dulcie's door, thinking about going in to see how upset she was. I heard a faint moaning, and decided that if she was upset, she seemed to have found a remedy. Dulcie might have been an innocent compared to her sister, but she seemed to understand her own urges. 

When I turned from Dulcie's door, I saw Carolyn staring at me from down the hall, an evil grin brightening her face. I felt myself blush again, though I realized that not all of my blood was rushing to my cheeks -- some was surging into my cock and my older daughter was staring at the growing bulge in my pants. 

"Nice hands, Dad," she teased before fleeing down the stairs and outside.

Within the week, Carolyn had dumped her prom date, and Friday night, the lead painter borrowed my shower after finishing work because he was taking my daughter to dinner and she thought he should change at our house rather than going home. For a brief moment, I wondered whether Caro would join him in the shower, and was ashamed to find my shaft thickening as images of those two toned bodies, wet and rubbing flesh together flashed quickly through my mind. When they drove off, the painter driving Carolyn's convertible -- my sweet sixteen present to her - I knew they would not return before dawn.

Dulcie stepped beside me as the car disappeared, wrapped and around my arm and pulled close to me, her right breast heavy against my left bicep. I felt the warmth of her breath on my ear as she assured me, "You're still all the man I need, Daddy."

Then, before I could reply, she was gone, floating upstairs to her room, disappearing behind the closed door, as if I had only dreamt that part of the evening.

My cock throbbed, but my mind was conflicted. Dulcie's sweet words lingered in my ears, competing with imaginary pictures of Carolyn licking the painter's nipples; kissing down his abdomen; cleaning his navel with her tongue; and then slowly undoing his belt buckle; teasingly prolonging the agony for him before releasing his cock from its denim prison; swallowing it deep into her well practiced throat as soon as the tip sprung into the air. 

I was still standing by the doorway, exposed to the empty street by the massive front window, and without thinking about what I was doing; I was rubbing my cock through my pants. If Dulcie had come down the stairs just then, I would have been embarrassed. 

"I wonder if he fucks her ass," I muttered to myself, picturing that lovely rear which I had guiltily admired in its bikini clad splendour. I took my cock out and stroked the flesh, her imaginary thrusts up and down as she rode him matching my rhythm. 

Suddenly, a door opened upstairs, but I was too far along to stop my desperate efforts to unburden myself of these insistent sperm. I closed my eyes, trying to think of Jeanie instead of Carolyn, but images of sweet innocent Dulcie kept forcing themselves into my brain. Fortunately, they were all chaste recollections of the sweetness of her smile; her flashing dimples; her hair tucked girlishly behind her ears as she anxiously waited to tell me about her latest triumph. The mental pictures of the upraised asses being fucked doggie style came equipped with more womanly hips than Dulcie had.

'What are you doing, watching Dulcie's hips?' an internal voice asked, sounding a lot like her dead mother. 

"Thinking about Jeanie..." I insisted, and sighed in relief as I caught a handful of seed in my palm. I quickly rushed to the kitchen, where the nearest tap was, though my sticky fingers precluded tucking my cock back into my zipper until I washed up. 

"Thinking of Jeanie? Why would you think of her?" I heard Dulcie ask just as she rounded the corner. 

She never indicated that she had heard my zip going up, and I was tucked in just before she entered the kitchen.

"Oh, just wondering at how graduating changes who comes around to visit..." I lamely covered up. 

"Feeling lonely Dad?" Dulcie asked, pouting dramatically.

Then, her face broke into a dimple inducing grin and she skipped across the room to throw her body tight against mine, wrapping her arms around my back.

"You'll always have me, silly bear," she said, kissing me on the cheek. 

We were pressed so closely together that I was glad that I had just balanced my hormones, fearing that no matter how much I banished Dulcie from my inappropriate fantasies, the warmth of her taut young body would have made my weapon load itself if it was not freshly emptied.

For a long time afterwards, I wondered whether she had given a little extra wriggle of her hips before she let me go.

As she grinned up at me, I sighed, smiled weakly and corrected her. "Someday, princess, you too shall move on."

"But I'll always love you best," she said, just like when she was five. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled again as she proved my point by dashing out of the house, headed who knew where. 

Summer passed quickly after that. Caro and her friends spent very little time practicing on my trampoline, as they were about to disperse to various colleges, and a few just went straight into full time work. Some, including Caro, went away to cheerleading camps for chunks of time, trying to improve skills as they graduated to a larger more competitive environment. 

I sort of expected Dulcie and her cohort to step up and fill the void, but after playing second fiddle to an older sister; Dulcie had developed lots of outside interests, and had found other places to practice. Eventually, the trampoline was just folded up and put into storage, and the pool cover seldom came off which meant that no bikini tops were threatening to come off. 

My sexual frustration depended upon the internet and fantasies of Jeanie for relief. Some afternoons, I stood at my office window, cock in hand, looking out towards the unused pool, and would close my eyes, recalling last summer. By focussing on Jeanie, I avoided my mind wandering to thoughts of Carolyn. Luckily, there were no repeats of my near misses with Dulcie almost interrupting before I reached for tissues to clean up my mess. 

The house had been particularly quiet for the past week, since Carolyn had left. Even if the most noise Caro had made was the door slamming as she rushed in and out, the door now stayed shut. Dulcie went to school, practiced cheerleading, and attended the football games. No boys calling. No gaggle of giggles around the pool. I got tons of work done but found my visions of Jeanie fading. I was wondering whether I had just imagined her flesh brushing mine. At least every time my mind wandered there, I still got a stirring in my groin, which usually led to my tugging out my meat and relieving my growing frustration. 

The sound of my little monkey bouncing on the bed interrupted just such a session, forcing me to stuff my still excited weight into my pants before going to chastise Dulcie. It felt silly, treating an eighteen year old like a little girl, but that was how she was acting. My buzzing hormones put me on edge. I cautioned myself not to over react, but my chubbiness refused to obey. 

"Ain't no monkeys jumping on the bed," Dulcie responded to my opening comment, adopting a girlish tone eerily similar to her sister's younger self. 

As she spoke, I came into the doorway. My little girl had her hair in pigtails, a few stray strands straggling loose across her face, which was flushed -- with exertion or excitement, perhaps both. She wore pale blue baby doll pyjamas, and had her legs tucked underneath her body. Her arms were forward, spread wide. She seemed to have just landed on the mattress, and fell onto her hands. I could not help noticing how her firm young breasts were still quivering under the sheer fabric, and then once she landed, gradually came to rest, fully visible through the nightie. When she and her sister used to jump on the bed, they wore flannel, not see through artificial silk. My eyes locked on the shadows of her erect nipples, refusing to allow me to turn away.

"You're too old for me to tell you to go to sleep, but if you aren't careful, you'll break the bed," I said, still unable to look away. 

My cock was solid in my pants, throbbing. Dulcie grinned, her eyes locking onto mine. She must have known where I was looking, but at least she was not staring at my hard on. 

"But I'm not too old for you to tuck me in, Daddy."

She pushed herself upright, rising on her knees, arms wide, inviting a hug. Her shoulders were thrown back, which thrust her tits forward, the nipples straining against the fabric. Her chin was raised, eyes and teeth beaming up at me with innocent adoration. I found myself stepping across the threshold. I understood that even Dulcie had to know the effect her actions would have on a male. Perhaps she just figured that since I was her father, I was immune. 

One glance at my crotch would have dispelled that notion. As far as I could tell, she never looked there, which was consistent with her innocence. My heart was pounding. I felt like I was about to do a terrible thing, destroying her virtue. Even if I resisted, I had to admit the temptation, and knew that I would end up in my room jerking off, and this time, it would not be Jeanie I dreamt of, nor Carolyn, but my littlest girl. 

Dulcie's grin got wider, if that was possible, as she saw my willingness to play along. She bounced lightly, shifting back towards the head of the bed, reaching behind herself as she moved, grabbing the edge of the covers. The twisting motion rotated her left breast toward me, thrusting it out aggressively, the nipple plainly visible, thrusting against the fabric with each excited beat of her heart. 

"Come on, Daddy, tuck me in," she cooed, pulling the top sheet and duvet aside, landing on the crisp white bottom sheet, her feet nestled below that perfectly curved rump.

"I can't with you sitting like that," I said from beside the bed, standing close enough to smell the fresh scent of baby powder, which she still applied after each bath.

"I be good, Daddy," she replied in a baby voice. 

Lifting the sheet high, she wriggled her feet out straight and slid them under the covers. 

"Slide all the way down, I can't tuck you in sitting up like that."

Dulcie pouted. Perhaps she was thinking about how this would hide her pert young tits from my prying eyes, or that I had not figured out I was being seduced - if in fact seduction was what she had in mind. I still was uncertain, and did not want to overstep whatever boundary she had in mind. 

I knew I was playing along. If she was just teasing to prove to herself her sexual attractiveness, or more innocently even just wanting to replay family rituals now that her sister was gone, then I wanted to give her what she needed. She was firmly in control of this game, since I did not want to step across her invisible line. 

She slowly complied with my request, wriggling her hips more womanly than girlishly to shift under the covers. I also knew that this would go as far as she decided; that I was not going to be the one to call a halt, even though as the parent, that was my job. I quickly rationalized that now that she was also an adult, she was just as capable of making the decisions about her own body. 

"How's that, Daddy?" she asked. Her tongue flitted across her lower lip, wetting it. Her mouth hung open, her breathing shallow. 

"You need to lie back, not sit up," I said, mockingly stern. 

This earned me another even more dramatic pout. Dulcie huffed a great blow of air out of her cheeks and flung herself back against her pillows, throwing her arms wide. She lay still, eyes shut, expressionless, waiting. 

I stepped right beside the bed, looking down at her. She looked like an angel, her hair spread in a halo around her face, lips parted in a slight smile, white teeth just barely visible. I was still capable of enough sense of shame to be embarrassed to realize that I was thinking about how perfect her mouth would look wrapped around my cock. My hormones agreed with my brain, making my shaft throb, begging to be released. I was glad that with her eyes shut, my excitement was not apparent to her. She looked so innocent; I was convinced that the sexual element of the game playing was just a product of my sick mind. But there was no denying the hardness of the nipples staring up at me.

"Tuck me in, Daddy," she whispered, "I'm waiting."

I leaned forward, taking a fistful of covers in each hand, not touching her flesh. I had to bend lower and closer as I tugged the covers over her abdomen and up along her chest, but still did not make contact. 

"I like knowing that I'm yours, that my nice strong Daddy will always protect me." Dulcie said, still in her little girl tone.

"Afraid of monsters under the bed?" I joked in response, silently begging my cock to subside before she noticed the inappropriate excitement. "Is that why you bounce on it?"

"No, silly, Caro and I used to just do that to get your attention..."

"...but then she got her own room and you stopped."

I carefully tucked the top of the duvet under her chin, and smoothed the covers beside her, not touching her body. 

"Caro was turning into a woman; she wanted the attention of boys, not Daddy."

Flexing my knees, I tucked a corner of the sheet between the mattress and box spring, and then sank to my knees, bending my head to the floor.

"No monsters under here..." I observed.

My cock was finally relaxing, so I stayed low beside the bed for a moment. 

"Just Daddy's monster..."

Had Dulcie really said that? Or was it my imagination?

"Well, you are a young woman now too, Dulcie," I ignored her last comment. "Shouldn't you be out seeking the attention of young men, not bouncing on the bed to get my attention?" 




No More Monkeys...



"But...'I only have eyes for you'..." she sang, sounding like little Shirley Temple in those old movies. 

I stood, arranging a stern expression on my face.

"That isn't right. You need a boy -- a man - your own age."

"Do you really want me to be a slut like my sister? Because, you know, that's all boys my age want, Daddy, is sex. It's the opposite of protecting me - its all about taking advantage."

That finally caused my penis to shrivel, which was fortunate as my crotch was almost at the level of my daughter's face. 

"I'd never take advantage," I agreed, reaching done to lay my hand on her cheek.

"That's obvious, Daddy," she agreed. "After all, Caro did everything but rape you and you never touched her..."

"Caro...wanted to have sex with me?" I gasped, jumping back.

"We both did, silly..." Dulcie explained. As she spoke, she pushed herself up into a seated position, the covers falling away from her torso. Her tits were again plainly visible through the nightie, nipples even stiffer than earlier.

"But, I thought you want protection, not to be taken advantage of..." I stammered, trying not to stare at her chest, but failing. I felt the blood surging back into my cock. No way was she not noticing that bulge, it being no more than a couple of feet right in front of her at eye level.

"Caro just wanted you as another notch on her bed post, to prove her power; I guess she'd say to show she doesn't need protection." Dulcie spoke, looking me in the eye, mostly, though I noticed her gaze flitting down to my crotch, and then back to my face. "I wanted you because I wanted my first time to be safe...which I thought could only be possible with someone who I trust completely, who I know will be kind, and not just out to use me for their own pleasure."

Dulcie chuckled, sighed, collapsed back against her pillows again, those firm breasts staring up at me. 

I stood for a moment, dazed not only by my daughter's confessed incestuous desires, but also by her use of the past tense to describe her chastity. The devil in me asked the angel if I had missed my chance. 

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you, Daddy?" Dulcie asked, dragging me back to reality.

"Never."

"You looked so hungry just now -- a lot like how boys look at Caro. I don't think anybody has ever looked at me like that before."

"I bet you just haven't noticed. After all, you are a cheerleader too. Your sister and you have at least that much in common. I recall from my high school days that all the boys lusted after the cheer babes."

Dulcie giggled. I could not help noticing how this made her tits wobble. My cock throbbed, begging me to release it. 

"Babes?" 

"Cheer babes is another term for hot sexy cheerleaders."

"Where'd you hear that?"

"I...I...might have seen it on the internet," I stammered, my cheeks blushing. My hand twitched, anxious to reach over and rub my bulge. Again, I heard the devil voice, this time saying it didn't care if I got her cherry, she was obviously hot for me, and stroking my cock was perfectly all right. 

"And you think I'm hot?" she replied, her full lips pulling into a broad grin. I noticed her eyes flitting up and down, but I could not tell whether she was checking out my body, complete with raging hardness, or contemplating her youthful figure. 

"After all, I'm not stacked like Caro, or Jeanie...and I saw how you couldn't take your eyes off Jeanie last summer whenever she wore a bikini. I was so jealous, I cried myself to sleep wishing that I had bigger tits and fuller hips so that you would look at me like that too, Daddy."

"You're perfect just the way you are."

"Really? Tell me what makes me perfect."

Dulcie wriggled slightly, her hips squirming. This made her tits wobble just a bit, the nipples winking at me through her nightie. Her tiny delicate fingers softly crumpled the edges of her sheet where it passed over either hip, clenching and unclenching, as if resisting the urge to reach over and stroke my bulge, to draw my cock out of my pants; to swiftly sit up and suck me...

"Earth to Daddy..." Dulcie giggled, relaxing. "Where did you go just now? Dreaming of Jeanie again?"

"No...dreaming of you, actually. Of how perfectly your body is proportioned; how perfectly you move. How perfectly... " I paused, about to cross over a line. "...how perfect your tits sway just a touch, not shaking like bigger boobs..."

"Me? Is that what makes me perfect? Or is that just what you like about cheer babes in general?"

"Generally, most cheer babes don't tease me with rock hard nipples that I think are perfect, but that I only see through their nighties."

"You like my nipples? They aren't all puffy like Jeanie's." Dulcie giggled, softly, her nose crinkling like it did when she was a little girl, making her eyes twinkle. But there was nothing little girlish about her womanly body.

"I've never seen Jeanie's nipples bared."

"You haven't seen mine naked either." 

Yet. I willed that she say 'yet'. If I said it, that line was crossed, inviting not just rejection but humiliation. Dulcie speaking that simple syllable would be a glorious invitation, a promise. Even if it turned out to be just a tease, my cock told me that we could get dozens of jack off sessions just remembering the sound of the word. 

We both breathed heavily as silence filled the room. I wondered whether this was my cue to pull the sheet up again, and kiss that cute nose good night. Then I could wander down the hall and relieve my frustration. 

Just as I stepped close and was about to bend over, Dulcie released her grip on the sheet. Her hands then ran swiftly up her sides, lightly stroking her flesh through the nightie. Without stopping, she cupped the mounds of her upturned tits, jiggling them slightly. Her fingers then curled around and tweaked her own nipples. 

"That feels good..." my daughter moaned, her entire body twisting in response to her self stimulation. 

My hand brushed lightly across my bulge and stopped, just barely touching the front of my pants as I looked down and Dulcie, whose eyes met mine. She grinned, holding my gaze, not looking at my arousal. 

"Would you like to see them, without the nightie in the way, Daddy?" she asked, again using her little girl voice. 

My mouth opened, but no sound came out. All I could do was nod silently.

Dulcie giggled, lifting her left hand from her breast to her mouth to cover the opening.

"Silly Daddy," she said, dropping the hand back to her side, resting lightly on the mattress. 

Swiftly, she moved her right hand, releasing that nipple as well. I had a quick glance at the tips, swollen from the manipulation, tented larger under the nightie. Dulcie levered herself back into a sitting position. 

Before either of us could speak, as if pausing might make the moment end, she grasped the bottom edge of the nightie in both hands and tugged it up over her head, in one motion. As she lifted her arms, her lovely teen tits came into view for the first time. They lifted upwards, following her arm motion, but it seemed more like they were nodding 'hello' to me. Her nipples were a nice light brown, raised just slightly away from the flesh of the breasts. 

Dulcie tossed the nightie aside and leaned back on her hands, her back arched just enough that her tits jutted out at me. They were young and firm, with no sag.

"Well, Daddy, what do you think? Do you like my titties?"

I gulped twice, unable to speak. Finally, I sputtered out a few words.

"They are perfect, just like..."

"Just like you imagined them?" Dulcie giggled, which made her flesh jiggle. "Or just like Jeanie's?" 

My cock throbbed, aching, trapped in my pants, begging for release. 

"I never saw Jeanie's without at least a bikini top over them, I told you that."

"Well, I know hers are bigger. And her nipples are pink like bubble gum." Dulcie teased. 

She sat up straighter, no longer resting back on her hands. This allowed her to cup her tits in her palms, hefting them gently. "I do think mine are firmer though. Hers already sag a bit."

As she spoke, Dulcie curled her fingers around her flesh, squeezing the stiff tips just like she had done while lying down. Except this time, I had a clear view of all the action. Releasing the mounds, she closed two fingers around each nipple and tugged them slowly away from her body, sighing as they stretched. 

"Do you like my nipples, Daddy? Or would you prefer that they be pink like Jeanie's? Or a bright deep red? I could rouge them for you."

All I could do was stare. My palm was now pressed against my bulge, feeling the heat and the throbbing. 

"Cat got your tongue Daddy? Aren't you going to tell this little monkey to cover up and go to bed?"

Dulcie flopped back onto the bed, letting go of her nipples, flinging her arms out wide. Her tits jiggled only slightly as they settled on top of her ribs, the nipples more erect than ever. 

Everything was silent, except for the sound of Dulcie breathing heavily. Her cheeks were flushed. I was still frozen in place, my hunger overwhelming me, but my conscience still holding me back. All she would have to do would be to ask to see my cock, or for me to touch her, and the fact that she is my daughter would be irrelevant. Until then, I waited, my fingers beginning again to dance along the length of my trapped cock. 

Dulcie brought her hands back to her body, rubbing her left palm under and then along both breasts, barely caressing her nipples. Her right hand massaged her tummy in ever growing circles, eventually dipping down to tease the edge of her boxer style sleep pants. I had been so enchanted by her chest that I had not until that moment noticed that the bottoms were made from the same sheer material as the tops. 

With her sprawled on her bed, I could see through the wet spot between her thighs. I could only make out the shadow of her pubic hair, but it looked like a natural bush, though she was so young, and fair, that it was far from a dense forest. Having noticed it, I know wanted to see it, naked like her titties. I silently prayed for her to finish stripping. 

"No guy has ever seen me bottomless Daddy," Dulcie moaned, fingers now rubbing under the waistband of her shorts, but not quite venturing as far as her mound. "I've teased most of the football team, letting them think I showed my titties to them by accident, and my last boyfriend sucked on my nipples while I gave him a hand job..."

She closed her eyes, groaning, fingers sinking lower, stroking herself as she teased me with recollections she clearly enjoyed. 

"Did he...did he try to put his hand down your pants?" I finally found my voice.

Dulcie giggled. "No, but that was because I was wearing a skirt, silly. That way he could reach slowly up my thighs. The first two or three times, I stopped him, letting him get just a bit higher. But then I decided that it wouldn't be fair for him to be the only one getting a hand, so I let him finger me to my climax, which happened just as he exploded into my fist."

"But, I thought you stopped waiting for me..."

It was a long few seconds before my daughter replied. She was busy sliding her fingers along her gash, the movement apparent to me, but the details shrouded by fabric.

"Oh, I wish my boyfriend could touch me just as good as I can do myself. Are you good at finger fucking, Daddy?"

That did nothing to ease my confusion about whether or not my daughter was still cherry, but it made me resolve to find out, and, I hoped, to fuck her either way. Conscience be damned. 

"I...I...I'm a bit out of practice, dear, but your mother used to like it. Though she seldom came just from my touch..." I blushed, but, in for a penny in for a pound as the English say. "...she liked it best when I added just the tip of my tongue on her clit while I thrust my stiff digits up inside her...her..."

"...her cunt? Is that the word you are afraid to use Daddy? It's okay. I like that choice better than 'pussy' or ..ugh... 'womb'... 'cunt' has a nice gritty Anglo-Saxon feel on the lips, doesn't it?"

Dulcie still was girlish enough to blush as she talked dirty. Her fingers were moving rapidly inside the sleep shorts. I realized that I was now openly rubbing my bulge, my palm sliding up and down the length of my cock.

"Yes, dear, her cunt," I agreed, as Dulcie closed her eyes and moaned pre orgasmicly. 

"The real thing tastes just as good as the word..." Dulcie replied, drawing her hand out of her shorts, lifting it to her lips, and slowly licking her fingers.

"....cunt..." she drawled as she licked along the edge of her hand. "I just love cunt, don't you Daddy?"

I think I nodded my head a centimetre or so. I know my cock was nodding in agreement, threatening harder to bust open my zipper. 

"Would you like to see my cunt now, daddy, bare naked?"

"I haven't seen it that way since you called it your 'tinkle', but..." some residual shred of decency held me back from finishing the sentence by saying 'yes I want to see your bare naked teen girl barely legal cheerleader cunt.'

Dulcie laughed. This was not the girlish giggle of a few minutes ago. This was a lusty, bawdy slutty chuckle, starting deep in her throat, powered up from her ...yes, her cunt. 

"But means yes in daddyspeak ...just like maybe. I learned that from watching big sister twist you around her little finger for years. And even if I hadn't...your excitement is as obvious as my boyfriend's was."

I might have blushed again as I ducked my head down, looking at my crotch, where I was openly rubbing my cloth enclosed meat.

"If you wanna see my cunt, Daddy, first you need to show me your..." she said in a sing song little girl voice, before pausing dramatically, covering her mouth with both hands. This caused her elbows to squish her tits together, the nipples staring right at me. I felt myself tipping, leaning forward, drawn towards her, but my feet still planted. 

"...your tinkle," she finally giggled out, "your big boy tinkle..."

While I waited, I had expected her to play with the feel and taste of the word 'cock', so her choice of the infantile term, and her collapsing back on the bed in gales of laughter made me laugh too. 

"See, Daddy, that's why we had to wait til Carolyn went off to college... we're both too loud..."

Another dramatic pause. I mentally completed her sentence, 'and about to get even louder.'

A few minutes ago, I was hoping to see my daughter topless. Now, I expected to fuck her. Then my brain caught up, just for a second, and I realized that she was telling me that she had heard me jerking off. 

"If you want to see my naked cunt, Daddy, first you have to show me your cock."

Dulcie was again leaning forward, up on her knees, fingers toying with her nipples, her face about the same height as my groin. Her tongue flicked along her lower lip, and then rolled along it, slowly. Even though she was my daughter, I was imagining that tongue wrapped around my shaft, drawing me into her cheek, past her teeth, right down her throat. Her grin suggested that she had similar thoughts.

Without another word, I moved my hand away from in front of me. My bulge was now fully on display. Dulcie's eyes opened even wider, and her smile spread towards her ears. Her chin nodded up and down just a trace, as if agreeing that I was finally about to show her what she longed to see. 

It took both hands to undo my belt. My fingers worked clumsily, I was so nervous with excitement, tinged with just a little fear remaining. Fear of someone finding out, and fear that I might ruin my relationship with my daughter. Mostly fear that in the next few minutes, I might fuck this up and not get to fuck her. 

Dulcie rose up higher on her knees, dancing with excitement. Only the excited nipples topping her beautiful tits made this different from when she was five and anxious to see what Santa had brought her. She moved her fingers from her nipples, allowing me an unobstructed view of her beauties. She seemed to be wanting to reach towards me. 

"You do the rest," I heard myself say before I even thought the words. 

Dulcie's grin spread wider, if that was possible. Her eyes danced with joy as she hopped towards me.

"Oops, I guess this monkey's bouncing on the bed again," she giggled, covering her mouth with one hand, her face inches from my body, as her other hand reached from my button. 

"Daddy might have to spank you later for that."

"Oh, goody..." 

I was momentarily distracted from my daughter's actions, thinking 'where did THAT come from?' My late wife and I had never played rough. Punishment games would be a new addition to my sex life. I realized that I was accepting it, though. If sex with my daughter was acceptable, spanking was no weirder. I wondered briefly whether Dulcie had Jeanie's number, for a weekend when that minx might visit. I would love to spank Jeanie's well rounded rump, and suspected that Dulcie would enjoy including her in our play.

Those dreams were for another day, though. I still could not quite believe that I was about to fuck my barely legal daughter. But when I looked down to see how Dulcie was doing, she was rubbing my bulge with one hand, while two fingers of her other hand grasped the zipper tab, pausing before unveiling my manhood to her hungry eyes. This was no dream. 

"Earth to Daddy," she giggled. I could feel her breath against my crotch. "Pay attention. It's rude to ignore your little monkey when she wants to paw you."

She lightly slapped my ass. 

"Then do it," I snarled. "I want to see that cunt you seem so proud of."

My tone caught her attention, pale eyebrows shooting up under her bangs, smile briefly flicking off, then back on, brighter than ever. Apparently, my reading of her enthusiasm for a little discipline was correct. From my internet reading, I guessed that she must be a 'switch', and made a mental note to explore further, but that could wait. First, she had to uncase my cock, show me her cunt, and fuck me.

As I thought the words, my daughter parted my zipper. My throbbing meat flopped out, almost hitting the tip of her nose. It ended up level with her lower lip.

"It's even more beautiful than I imagined," Dulcie moaned, her warm breath bathing my helmet. "And bigger, of course."

Somehow, I thought, that last phrase was added for my benefit. Apparently my cherry daughter had hoped I would be even bigger than the above average meat that was in front of her. 

"Any bigger would be too big for your first one," I replied, no longer hiding my intention to fuck her, since that seemed to be what she wanted. First, though, I had to reassert some control, or for however long this incestuous fucking went on, Dulcie would be the Top and I'd be her bitch. 

I reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her face upright. "I bet you were about to ask to touch it. I would love that, but then you would want to kiss the tip, wouldn't you?"

She nodded as much as she could with me holding her head. 

"If you kiss it, of course, you would want to suck it. Maybe you've never sucked cock before, but maybe your girlfriends have explained that it's just like licking and then swallowing a popsicle."

I chuckled. "In this case, literally your Pop's sicle."

Dulcie nodded again.

"I would love that, but first, you need to show me that cunt of yours. Now, lean back and take off those bottoms."

I gave her hair a tug backwards before I released her, which started her momentum backwards. She flung her arms out wide, landing on her back again, hair spread in a halo, but the excitement in her cheeks, her wicked grin and the hard perfect nipples staring up at me, all said she was no angel -- or if she was, she wanted to fall. 

Without delay, Dulcie brought her arms to her body, fingers immediately grasping the edges of the sleep shorts. She arched her back and pressed her heels into the bed just enough to lift her pert young ass off the mattress. It was like she was presenting her pelvis to me as her midsection rose towards my eyes. 




No More Monkeys...



My cock throbbed, and I closed my palm around it. Dulcie's eyes widened. "It's winking at me Daddy"

She giggled. "I like watching you touch your hard cock, but please don't come yet."

I glanced away from her hidden treasure just long enough to make eye contact. She was locked onto watching me watching her. Later, I wondered whether all cheerleaders are exhibitionists, but in that moment I just licked my lips. I did not have long to wait, as Dulcie rolled the sheer fabric down her hips as soon as she knew she had my full attention. 

She moved smoothly and efficiently, no teasing glimpses of the top of the pubes, followed by a slow reveal of labia. My daughter swiftly slid her bottoms off, dropping her ass back onto the bed and lifting her feet just enough to slip the cloth over her toes, and fling the now unnecessary article aside. Though she drew her ankles together to make that motion flow, when she settled back on the bed, her legs fell open into an inviting "V", feet about a foot apart, offering me my first wide open look at her naked cunt. 

"Touch it again, like you did before." I gave my hardness a single stroke, though it did not need help staying hard. "I want to see you pleasure yourself without the shorts in the way."

Dulcie did not need to be asked twice. Her fingers slid easily down her already soggy fold, spreading her lush petals wide open for my view. Her clit, already as engorged as my cock, rose further, towards me, as if begging me to suckle her. 

"D...do you like it, Daddy" she asked as her finger paused just at the bottom of her opening, poised to thrust inside so that she could start finger fucking herself. "I'm sorry it's not shaved, but I didn't expect this. I have such fine hairs that I never f...felt the n...need to shave to be c...clean."

"It's even more perfect than I imagined," I assured her. "Not enough hair to block the view..."

"B...but...I hear that boys...men... don't like hairs in their teeth." Her chuckle this time was throaty, her nervousness fading as she hinted at her desires. 

"Oh, you want me to eat you, do you?" I teased, forcing her to admit it.

"Well, if it's as perfect as you say, you should like the taste, and it's only fair that if I suck your cock, you eat my pu...cunt."

Again, a girlish giggle, as Dulcie's hips squirmed. My cock pulsed as she tweaked her clit with her nails, while her baby finger slid up inside of her. After a moment, she raised her wet fingers to her lips and her tongue flicked out, sampling her own nectar.

"It does taste good, Daddy."

"I bet it does, but I asked first."

Without thought, I stepped even closer to the bed, my shadow cloaking Dulcie's body, my cock dangling almost directly above her. Though we had long since passed any sane boundary, I was pleased when she grinned and pushed herself up on one elbow.

"Well, if you've had enough of watching me please myself, even though I haven't cum yet...at least not since I got naked..."

Dulcie paused suddenly, her hands busy again, one caressing her breasts, dancing from nipple to nipple, while the other first caressed her firm belly before resuming fondling her gash. It only took a few strokes along that slit before she was once again finger fucking herself, her eyes half shut, hips writhing. I waited for her to finish the sentence she had started. I thought maybe she wanted me to leave, that perhaps she still had boundaries which stopped short of actually fucking her father. My balls ached, pleading that she at least suck me off. They were desperate for relief. 

"You climax quietly..." I finally said into the silence, not sure where the words came from.

"Of course. Sharing a bedroom does that for a girl. Plus all the nights on the road trips for cheerleading. But now that I have my own room, and you know that I like to fuck myself, I guess I can be...as ...loud...as...I...I...want."

The final words trailed off as Dulcie's hips leapt off the bed, a shudder rolling through her body, followed by a sigh. Then she lay still.

"Did you like that?" she giggled after a moment. "I think you must have, but poor you, so hard and frustrated...that is what my boyfriends used to say after I let them peep at my tits, or even touch them. I'm so glad that you're a real man Daddy, and aren't begging me to let you cop a feel, or even for me to touch you, or suck you, or fuck you."

It felt so strange to hear my baby use that slang so casually, especially with her angelic grin still beaming up at me. 

"You are absolutely beautiful always, baby, and your orgasm is a moment to treasure."

"Well, Daddy, if you like watching it so much, maybe you don't need to treasure them so much as look forward to watching more pleasure."

I felt my jaw drop open.

"Why not, Daddy?" Dulcie giggled. "Now that you've watched me once, I want you to watch whenever you feel a need to recharge...or discharge."

Her eyes locked on my throbbing cock, which was now glistening with precum at the tip.

"There's no reason anymore that you have to lock yourself in your den, Daddy. I know you might want some variety, but I'd really like to watch with you. I want to see you explode."

Her tongue slowly wet her lips as my hand involuntarily rubbed my shaft, just once, from bottom to top, my fingers tight around the rim of the head.

"I don't mean now, silly. I mean lots of times in the future." She continued. "Though of course, I want to see you come now too. Just not quite yet."

"Do you want to touch it?" Dulcie did not answer. She just bounced up onto her knees with gymnastic grace, and quickly grazed the soft tip of my hard cock with one fingernail. 

"Now, that sort of bouncing on the bed seems okay'" she joked as she raised her finger to her mouth, and for the first time sampled my taste. 

I had pulled my fist back along my shaft as my daughter had reached forward, so as she returned her fingers to my erection, she had lots of cock to explore. First, she ran her fingers and then her palm all around the head, humming softly about how it felt strong and delicate all at the same time. I knew this part was not totally new to her -- she had confessed to giving hand jobs - but she seemed particularly intrigued, whether because of my cock's ancient age, or the taboo of incest, I neither knew nor cared. I just moaned as she stroked my shaft and dropped my fingers to my balls. 

She looked up at me with those big girlish eyes, full of innocence and wonder. 

"I'm glad you're looking down at me playing with you," she said as our eyes locked. "It makes me feel like a good little monkey."

She began pumping harder and faster, and I knew that I would blow before long. I had to warn her, or perhaps even ask her to stop so that I could sample her tasty treats first. But I found myself unable to speak, perhaps because all of my blood had flooded out of my brain to my cock. 

"Are you going to come soon?" she asked sweetly, as if reading my mind. "Will you be able to get hard again? Should I stop? Or slow down? Would you like to take off the rest of your clothes and lie down beside me for a bit? I think I want to fuck you today -- like almost right now -- and if you won't get hard again, I don't want to waste this load."

I nodded my head, opened my jaw, but still no sound came out. As Dulcie spoke, her hand slowed, maintaining my excitement, but no longer threatening to push me over the edge. She giggled and licked a drop of precum that was dangling off the tip of my cock before she spoke again. I admired how sensuously her tongue flitted out, wetted her lips, and then drew my flavour into her cheek. 

"I know I shouldn't be greedy, we have the rest of our lives to fuck- that is if you still want to fuck me after today, Daddy."

"I don't want to fuck you after today; I want to fuck you today. Tomorrow can go fuck itself."

My cock nodded its agreement, brushing against a few stray hairs curling in front of Dulcie's chin. 

"So I can suck it first, Daddy? I can't count how many times I've laid in bed thinking about that. I end up playing with my little clitty every time. I would have been so sad if that slut Jeanie got to suck you first."

As she spoke, Dulcie dropped her free hand to her crotch and stroked the hard nub sticking cock like out between her labia. She saw my eyes travel down to watch that show.

"You can watch me jill off whenever you want after today, Daddy," she giggled. "I want to be your slave, obey your every whim."

She raised her hand, but this time instead of tasting herself, she offered it to me, like a serving girl feeding her master. I leaned over and sucked her fingers into my cheek, making sure that my tongue got a good sample of her nectar along the way. Everything they say about young women -- especially virgins- tasting like honey is true. 

Recollections of my own early fumbling, including with Dulcie's Mom, flooded back to me. I resolved to enjoy the good parts, and use my experience to not repeat boyish errors. 

Dulcie's renewed giggling brought me back to the moment. "I hope you use that tongue just as well directly on my clit, Daddy. From what all the girls say, having a good pussy eater go down on you is the best thing imaginable. I've been saving myself for the right man."

"Your mother told me after her first time that it was even better than anything she could have imagined," I told my daughter as she removed her fingers from my mouth and leaned closer, starting to knead my balls. 

She did not respond, because her mouth was busy swallowing my shaft, taking my full eight inches deep into her throat without gagging. I could feel the tip of her tongue licking all around my root. 

"Have you been practicing?" I asked, wondering whether some luck stud had received more than just a hand job.

Dulcie spit my cock out and looked up, pouting.

"Daddy, I told you that you are my first bj. The first one on a real cock, anyhow. Last month at pre season sleepover cheer camp, some of the other girls were bragging and got arguing about how gave head the best, so they held a deep throat contest using bananas. After I watched how they relaxed their jaws, I knew my yoga training could be applied, just as if I was unlocking my hips to move into a twisted position."

We both chuckled at how she emphasized the word 'twisted'.

"So I asked for a turn, closed my eyes, bent forward, opened wide and swallowed the biggest of the bunch. The others were so amazed that they kept brining more fruit until finally my jaw got too sore. The biggest I fit was a zucchini. The English cucumber was longer, but not as fat."

She pumped her fist once up and down my length and then sucked on me again, this time slowly, tracing along my main vein with the tip of her tongue. Then she lifted my weapon upwards and bathed the underside, finally taking special care to lick all around the ridge where head meets shaft. Her teeth grazed the frenulum- the flap of skin tying the two segments together.

"Ooops, Daddy, is that okay? Or will you have to spank me for being naughty?" she asked.

Of course I'll spank you later, daughter dear, but not for using a little teeth. You'll find that not every guy to suck off will like that, but I happen to. You seem to have an instinct for just the lightest touch, which is perfect."

Dulcie's tongue flicked out and captured a single bead dripping from my cock. I could tell from home it glistened on her lower lip that it was more semen than precum.

"If you aren't careful, I'll explode in a second."

"But that's what I want Daddy."

"But you don't want it to be unexpected. Do you want to see it, or take it in your mouth the first time?"

"I want to see how much I can swallow. The girls all say boys love it when you swallow neatly and don't leave a mess."

As soon as she said that, my daughter rose up higher onto her knees and lowered her mouth once again over my throbbing cock. She locked her lips around the shaft as her head descended, raking her teeth just gently down the sensitive skin. At the same time, her fingers again began rotating my balls in their sack, showing the skill she had already practiced giving hand jobs. 

"Here it comes," I groaned. Involuntarily shoving my hips forward, Dulcie's nose was buried in my nest of pubic hair. 

I felt my seed surging at the same time as I realized that my teen angel was sliding one long thin finger past my sphincter and probing to stimulate my prostate. Though I did not need the help to climax, this sent my load in one giant rush.

Dulcie and I grunted simultaneously, me from the tightening of my groin, her from the force striking the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and her head reared upwards, her lips loosening around my shaft. Though I felt her throat pulsating as she swallowed seed, there was still a stream which trickled down out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and dropping onto those perky young tits. 

She coughed lightly, and lifted her head off my swiftly wilting member. Her tongue ran along her lower lip, cleaning my seed , and then she took her time licking every drop from her teeth, grinning up open mouthed as she did so, allowing me to enjoy seeing the whiteness of her tongue, all the way back into her throat. 

"Would you mind licking my chest clean before I clean your cock, Daddy?" she asked sweetly. 

How could I say 'no', especially since I figured my cock was likely to get dirty again soon anyway? So I knelt beside the bed, and she swung her legs around off the edge so I was kneeling between her knees.

I began with a simple kiss, one finger steadying her jaw, my lips meeting hers. She opened her mouth and tried to offer me her tongue, but I just teased her with the tip of my tongue stuck out between tight teeth, far enough to clean her lower lip of my seed, but not allowing her to push into my cheek. Without breaking contact, I steered my tongue from the corner of her mouth down her chin, licking across and all around, my mouth now wide open, and my tongue hanging loose, flat against her sweet slimy skin. My free hand, with its own volition, came up and cupped her breast, careful not to touch the pearls of semen on the nipple and upper surface, just gently hefting it, touching her like a woman for the first time. My cock reacted immediately, throbbing heavily, anxious for more loving. 

Dulcie moaned deeply. "Oh, Daddy, I knew waiting for you was the right choice. You lick better than any boy I dated."

My hand dropped from her tit and ran smoothly down her belly, lightly grazing her outer labia, feeling her wetness -- definite confirmation that she was as excited and willing as my cock driven passion. This made her groan louder. She clasped my fingers in hers and pressed them hard against her mound. Her slit opened against the pressure and she began fucking herself with my fingers. 

Her other hand cupped the back of my neck and guided my mouth along her flesh, not allowing me to break contact in spite of the awkward mechanics. Dulcie just fell backwards onto her mattress, carrying my upper body with her. She locked her legs behind my back. I swiftly tasted her throat, as she quickly steered my tongue to more semen along the upper planes of her tits, which stood proudly up from her lean rib cage like two cherry topped sundaes. 

My daughter's clit was dancing on the tip of my thumbnail as I cleansed her chest of the evidence of our sin. I still knew that this was wrong, but just could not stop. My tongue travelled from left to right, following the curve where each young tit began its rise from Dulcie's ribcage, dipping just slightly into the notch in between.

"Daddy, your stubble tickles," she giggled as my cheeks briefly rubbed the inner surface of both mounds at once. "But don't stop, oh, gawd, Dadddddddyyyy...don't...stop..."

Dulcie gasped for air as her loins clenched around my fist, her climax causing her hips to buck up against my belly. Just off the edge of the bed, maybe half a foot away from her thighs, my cock started surging back to turgidity, sharing my brain's evil pride in being able to make my baby orgasm without even sucking on her tits.

"Leave the rest and bite my nipples, Daddy, I need to keep this wave going," Dulcie panted, as if reading my mind. 

Leaving one hand deep inside her loins, I lifted the other to tweak one nipple while I ran my tongue along her flesh towards the second nub. Once my lips closed around that stiffness, Dulcie's hips began writhing from side to side. Any thoughts of carefully suckling, toying with my tongue, and cautiously introducing my teeth were abandoned as soon as I had a mouthful. I clamped down, feeling the wince run through her body, her abs clenching my fingers in response. 

Dulcie's tremor caused a moment's pause. Then she pressed my head harder against her tit. "Don't stop just because this gives me the shivers, Daddy. I love when that happens." Her hips thrust upwards as if to emphasize her point, those gymnastics strengthened abs clamping her cunt walls tightly around my fingers, sucking my hand deeper inside of her. I could feel the virgin space stretch. It felt more than wide enough to accommodate my cock. 

First, though, Dulcie need more orgasms. I closed my lips at the base of her nipple and closed my teeth tight around the rubbery nub. Then I pulled my head back slowly, stretching the flesh, tugging it away from her mound. This made her whimper slightly, but I was no longer fool -- my virgin daughter was a bit of a pain slut, and I was here to please her with enough of it, until it became her turn to please me. The fluids soaking my fingers trapped within her cunt were proof positive that this was what she wanted. I began thrusting with those fingers, and spreading them slightly with each stroke, until another climax shook the bed, Dulcie's little feet pounding against the side of the mattress. Her nipples I kept distended, holding the left one in my teeth, and stretching the right hub with my free hand. That one, I began to twist, slowly, first clockwise, and then counter clockwise, enjoying how her hips seemed to mimic my directions as she thrashed about. 

"Oh, Daddy...you've seen me, touched me, tasted my tits...now I want you to lick my little cunt," she gasped as the waves of her climax finally subsided.

Before I obeyed, I pulled my hand out of her gash and ran my tongue along the edge of my palm. I sucked her essence off of my baby finger."

"Do I taste good, Daddy?" Dulcie asked.

"Sweet."

Bending forward, I offered her a taste. Though she had already sampled her juices off her own fingers, there was a special naughtiness to my daughter slowly sucking my finger into her mouth. Sure, she had sucked my cock, but that was not coated in her cunt cream. Yet. 

Dulcie's tongue attacked with her typical enthusiasm. The electricity ran from the tip of her tongue across my skin, and then through my body until my hard on was again fully engorged. Leaning forward over her body, it would have been simple to push my loins down and forward a few inches. She was so wet; I could have slid right inside of her. First though, she wanted me to eat her cunt, and I wanted to taste it free of my cream. 

Her fingers briefly clutched at my hair, forcing my head down her flat belly, each breath raising her skin to my lips. I did not need much urging to flatten my tongue and taste her salty excitement; feel the electricity running from her heart to her cunt. I did not proceed directly to her treasure. For just a second I paused in my descent to explore her navel with my tongue. Then, I licked across her abdomen from side to side, each pass wider before the next angled lower, closer to delivering the joy which both of us sought. 

Dulcie spread her legs open as I sank back onto my knees, my mouth sliding down over her downy loins, until between her hips; I began to narrow closer to her wetness. We remained silent. There was nothing that needed saying. My lips would do the talking.