5 comments/ 154945 views/ 36 favorites Breaking My Girl Ch. 01 By: DaddyDeepInsideYou CHAPTER ONEHoliday for Two The relentless Greek sunshine bore down on our parasol. Lisa looked over her shoulder toward me and said, "Can I take my top off, Daddy?" "Of course, sweetie," I said, casually reading my book. She always asks permission, she's such a polite girl. Ever since her drunken 18th Birthday party, we'd been on the island. I'd asked her whether she wanted to bring a friend, but she insisted we come alone. Not even her best friend Sally was considered, which I thought very mysterious. She hadn't fallen out with her, she just wanted to be alone with me. It made me excited that she wanted that, and a little scared by the temptation of it. I'd spent the last three weeks with her like this, almost naked. I'm constantly intoxicated and permanently aroused by my daughter and aside from my filthy mind, I've fallen truly in love with her. As a young woman, not as a father, although, the fact that I am only excites me more. Lisa reached behind herself and pulled open her black bikini top. As she let it fall over her small chest, I saw out of the corner of my eye, her breasts - so tender with hardly a profile, barely a cup, with small tan nipples, semi-hard. She'd always been shy about her lack of a rack, but I've always had a weakness for petite women and small, cute tits. I dared not watch her smearing them with sun lotion, it would have been far too irresistible. I half watched her as she started to baste her legs with sun lotion. As her palm ran down the inside of her tanned thigh, I glanced away, and then back as she massaged the lotion along her other hamstring, over the knee, two hands on either side coming down, down, down all the way to her bikini and the folds of material pinched in the folds of her pussy lips. I wanted to lick her young cunt. Eat her out right there on the beach. The beach was near empty, an almost private haven I'd discovered along time ago with Lisa's mother. I could remember her Mom sucking my cock in nearly the same spot of sand Lisa and I were sitting now. I imagined Lisa, topless, watching, as her Mommy jacks my cock off into her open mouth. I turned on my side as my ever-hard cock throbbed, pre-cum against my leg. I tried to read my book. My wife and I had adopted Lisa when she was a baby. Four years later her mother died and since then it has always just been the two of us. My incestuous appetite for her only increases knowing that, biologically, she was just another girl, and that when I finally get to fuck her tight body, my guilt would be eased. As taboo as it surely is, I'd been in this heightened sexual condition about Lisa for some time. Since the party, my feelings had only been getting stronger and stronger since in knowledge that there was nothing stopping us now. The holiday had brought a huge fear, and a huge temptation to my life; that next week she was due to begin her first year in college and there was nothing left to restrain her blooming sexual nature. She asked permission for everything, but now she wasn't obliged to ask anyone in regards to who she offered her body to. I had no doubt that it wouldn't be long before she felt some college cock inside, and I doubt she'll ask my permission when the time comes. "Daddy," she said, "will you do my back." As I've been doing all holiday, two, three times a day. I relish the legitimate physical contact. I love touching my daughter's body. She's so soft and young and untouched by anyone other than me (I think...with a little uncertainty). My milky hands massaged her back, her shoulders, slowly and deliberately. I wanted to reach round and plunge my hand in her bikini, cup her fresh cunt, split her slit and finger her tight vagina. I could almost hear her voice saying to me, "I love it when you finger me, Daddy." But what I heard was, "Thanks, Daddy." Lisa put her iPod on and rolled onto her belly and started leafing through a book. My cock was so fucking hard I dared not move for a moment. My cockhead was so wet, my balls aching so bad. I just wanted to pull the little strings at her hips and whip that bikini off, roll her, spread her, grab my cock and guide it to her virgin flower and sink my yearning prick deep inside her. Deep inside my daughter, bareback, Daddy's stiff shaft breaking her stubborn fuckhole. I gazed over at her, back glistening, kini tight round her ass. I saw a bead of sweat run down her thigh toward the pursed pussy pout in her costume. I want to cum inside my daughter, I thought. Desperate to empty my balls deep inside her. I raced to the shoreline and dove into the sea and swam a safe distance. I took my cock out and jacked myself off as hard and fast as I could. Ejaculation brought desperate relief, and I floated in the water, dreaming of my daughter's snatch all sticky and slick with her Daddy's load. And my babygirl touching her dirty labia with her fingertips and drawing it to her bee-stung lips. "Tastes so good, Daddy..." As the sun went down we walked back to the villa, hot and dirty from the beach, carrying our towels. Lisa had put her top back on, but she looked just as cute with it - wearing a big, floppy sunhat and a sarong. My imagination is fevered and without limits, teased by what I 'haven't' been able to quite see over the years. All those short skirts and tight shorts - so cruel. Soon as we got back to the villa, I took a swift, stiff drink, then headed for the shower room to rinse the beach off. As I got there, Lisa was already rinsing the sand off herself, still wearing her bikini. She smiled when she noticed me and held the soap out to me. "Back, Daddy?" I took the soap from her and stepped up behind her and pulled the string on her top. "Thanks," she said, as it dropped in her hands. I soaped her back just as slowly and deliberately as I had done with the lotion. Unlike the beach, she felt a little tense and I saw, within seconds, her pretty nipples harden. I love touching my daughter's body. She could tell that I did, never hurries me. I wanted to go further, get her naked and soap her firm little ass. Suds in her crack, her bumhole squeaky clean. I wanted to get down on my knees and lick my daughter's asshole. As I finished I took her hips and drew her back onto me and into the spray of the shower. As I rinsed her, my boner bumped the small of her back, and a second time, until she willfully rested herself against my swelling. I felt her tremble, hips turning in my hands. She held her hands up to her chest and I watched the water stream down her tummy toward her pussy, down her slender thighs to the tile floor. As I looked up to her face I caught her looking down too, at the straining bulge in my swim shorts. Lisa looked up at me with big, doe eyes, all her lashes split and wet and so damn sexy. She glanced at my wet mouth and I glanced at her wet mouth. We'd been at this impasse before, where the sexual tension is ripe and both of us, for a moment, dare the other to kiss first. As the moment lingered, as she reached toward her hips to pull her bikini bottoms off... "Ola!  Ola!" "It's Misses Papas," said Lisa. She looked directly into my eyes and said, "I'll get it..." Lisa skipped out of the room. I heard her chatting with the visitor and I didn't need any encouragement to work my cock off again - I've such a great addiction to masturbating about my daughter. I can't help myself, I want her, I want her so bad I could almost rape her. Grab her, hold her down, rip her knickers off and fuck her whether she wanted it or not. I swooned at the despicable imagery in my head. Want becoming need. Long strokes imagining my load on her tiny tits. Faster strokes as I bathe her asshole in warm semen. Rapid jerks and she opens her mouth, and faster as she pushes her tongue out and looks up at me with those wet lashes. "Oh, Lisa, oh babygirl..." Jacking faster, faster, and I imagine her lips moving and her words, "Cum on my face, Daddy....I know you want to..." As I burst and shot my load against the tiles, Lisa reappeared, swathed in a towel. I was leaning against the wall, panting.... "She wants..." Her eyes darted to the jerking cock in my fist and my cumshot swimming down the drain. "...a bottle of water..." Before I could explain, she left, and I heard her again, chatting at the door. She didn't come back, so I showered and got dressed. I found her afterwards, outside in the shade. She was wearing a pretty summer dress that buttoned up the front. Her leg was bent, her knee by her chin, and as she painted her toenails I could see all the way down the back of her firm tanned thigh. She wore white panties, and she wasn't afraid to flash them to me. To others she was guarded, but not to me. Lisa had never minded me, we had become so close over the years, so private with one another that, it barely occurred to her that she was showing me her covered twat. She was offering it to me, I just wasn't being brave enough to take it....yet. It made her little pussy ache to show Daddy. "Hi, Daddy," she said, consumed in her painting of nails. Little painted toes in whore red. I wanted to kiss the back of her thighs, I wanted to see my cum running in rivers down the back of them. I wanted to cum up the front of her sexy dress and wipe my cock round and round and round her never-been-kissed mouth until her lipstick smeared and she looked like a used whore. "Are you hungry?" I said. "I'm starving," she said. "what would you like to eat?" A loaded question? In my mind there was only one thing I wanted to eat - her. It was at that moment, when I couldn't decide on the intent of her words that I knew something was going to happen between us. Breaking My Girl Ch. 02 CHAPTER TWO: A Proper Birthday Present I hadn't given my daughter her present yet. The holiday, yes, but not her proper present. I hadn't given it to her sweet mouth, her tight cunt, or her hard little ass. And we were leaving the next evening to go home. I'd blown it. I'd had three weeks to fuck my daughter, and even though I was certain she was waiting for me to start something, I hadn't. As we sat for dinner in the local taverna, I adjusted the boner in my pants and tried to relax. It's difficult to even look at her across the table without throbbing, without imagining her holiday tan wet with Daddy's creamy semen. I tried to think of her beauty instead. My daughter is so beautiful, even more so because she seems so modest about how truly delicious she looks. In bloom, still a girl. I'd cum a thousand times thinking about her in private, remembering that school skirt or that short denim mini, but I was only now allowed to look with intent, rather than shirk a guilty glance at the forbidden. I wanted to take my cock out and jack-off right there in front of her as she sucks on her cocktail straw and strokes the stem of the glass. "Oh, Daddy you've got such a big fucking dick...make it cum, Daddy, make it cum for your babygirl." My mind was awash with her imagined dirty mouth. "Faster, Daddy...", as she unbuttons her dress and shows me her tender little a-cups, "...come on, Daddy, I'll always be your little girl...I promise...my Daddy's little babygirl.." My seemingly innocent Lisa, who I want to make so dirty. Daddy's li'l whore, tummy full of cum, asshole gaping, her cunt tender from a thousand lengths of Daddy's thick prick. I knew she thought of it, late at night, in her room, one hand strumming her clit, the other with a dildo in her fist. If I imagined being on top of my daughter, banging her snug cunt, then she must imagine her Daddy deep inside her. I wondered whether she said the words out loud, "Cum inside me, Daddy...I want you to..." Or just in her head as she bites her lip and cums all over her dildo. "I need a pee," she said. When she excused herself, I waited until nobody could see me and unzipped my pants, wet my fingers at the tip of my weeping cock and spread my pre-cum on her spoon. I was wondering how I could cum into her cocktail when... "I ordered at the bar." Lisa sat back down and smiled and I noticed that two extra buttons had been undone on her dress and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. She noticed me looking and she took hold of her necklace. "I love it," she said. "Thank you, Daddy." "I've got one more present for you," I said. "You spoil me," she said. "Can I have it now?" "I'll have to give it to you later." "Is it a big present?" "I'm pretty sure you've never had one before, I think you'll like it." "I'd love anything that you wanted to give me, Daddy." She reached out and took my hand and smiled. Lisa had the prettiest face. Big brown eyes and dark lashes like her hair, with bee-stung lips that could make a man's dreams all come true. The only thing that restrained her vanity was her shy dilemma about her small breasts. Ironically, that was what kept her looking so innocent and perfect and my forever babygirl. The consolation for Lisa was that she knew damn well how hard her li'l tits made me, hence the bikini top coming off at every convenience. I want to rub my swollen head over my daughter's little tits, pre-cum kisses for her hard nipples. And fill my daughter's mouth with my cunt-flavoured cock as I'm ejaculating. "Swallow, that's a good girl..." It's all I could think about a she ate with her pre-cum spoon. Just that, and my load running from the corners of her mouth and down her neck faster than she can swallow. And her eternal voice in my head. "Sorry, Daddy....." Then my voice. "It's ok, babygirl, next time I'll push it into your throat and then you'll not spill a drop..." Lisa sucked on her spoon and asked me whether I wanted to go dancing at the bar next door. "Of course," I said, "anything you want..." "Anything?" she asked. "Anything for my babygirl," I said. Lisa giggled and chewed on her straw and said, "It's been a long time since you called me that." "You'll always be my babygirl," I said. "Always," said Lisa. She stroked the length of my fingers and added, "You wanna dance with me now?" I love it when my babygirl touches me. Almost certainly, this was the moment we knew, not only I, but Lisa too, that something was going to happen. She wanted to dance with me, but what she was really saying was, "You wanna fuck me now, Daddy?" "Yes," I said, "I'd love to dance with you..." Of course, what I hoped she'd heard was, "Yes, my babygirl, I'd love to fuck you. I want to feel my cock deep inside you, in every conceivable way..." A few minutes later we were in the bar. It was so fucking hot, the two of us were glowing even before we began to dance. Her brow was damp, her long hair sticking to her shiny face. Her golden tan appeared wet and her summer dress clung to her petite frame. I could only imagine how hot it must have been between her long legs, between those teenage thighs. I caught her glancing to my swollen pants and felt almost delirium when considering how fucking wet her panties must be, how torrid my daughter's young tight cunt must be in the heat of the night and the heat of the almost unbearable sexual tension brewing between us. I wanted to pull her to me, hand up her dress and inside her panties and finger-fuck her right there on the dance floor. Have all the drunken revellers around us form a circle and watch me get her down on the floor and finger her right there for all to see - and she would say, between gasps of pleasure, to the spectators, "It's okay, he's my Daddy..." But I didn't pull her to me, not until later, when we'd had a couple more cocktails and the songs were becoming slower and more romantic. Somebody turned the glitterball on and a ballad began. We hesitated for a second, until Lisa reached up and drew her hands around my neck. My arms coiled around her waist and I drew her flat stomach onto my boner. Her arms slipped down and around my waist and my palm stroked across her hip and I grabbed a bit of her dress and drew it up her thigh, just a little bit, to give her a further hint as to what I wanted. Her body responded as her embrace tightened and her stomach pressed against my rigid cock. My shaft throbbed once, and again, and she held me tighter, which encouraged my hand to roam over the small of her back. Lisa rested her head against my chest and as we turned slowly to the music, her stomach massaged my aching dick through my pants. At that moment I dared not fantasise. One mental image might have made me cum in my shorts. She must have been soaking wet. I wanted to feel how wet she was. I wanted to taste how wet she was. I wanted to lap at her sodden twat and stick my tongue in her mouth. And I wondered what she was dreaming of at that moment? The rim of my sticky, bloated cockhead against her swollen clit? My stiff, veined shaft sliding back and forth through her sweaty ass-crack? I was going to cum, right there on the dance floor. One more fevered fantasy and I would, just as one small lick of her tingling clit would bring my daughter to a violent orgasm. I want to make my daughter cum. I want to make her cum so hard, again and again and again and again and....I wanted to see her hips bucking hard and hear her scream out my name, "Yes, Daddy, yes! Don't stop, Daddy, please don't stop!" But what I heard was, "I love you, Daddy." I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me. She looked into my eyes, to my mouth. She bit her lip and as she rose onto her tip toes to kiss me, the ballad rudely ended and the house lights came up, bright and intrusive. Police were there, breaking up the party. No music after midnight. "You wanna go?" I said. Lisa nodded and I led her out of the bar by the hand, and down toward the beach. The cool sea breeze cooled us down for the moment and we walked barefoot, hand in hand along the water line. Her dress fluttered in the breeze, parting at the middle to flash her white panties. The cooler air must have felt good between her legs, soothing her flaming clit and calming her tight fuckhole. If my still hard cock was any measure, her panties must have been soaking wet and her pussy must have been gagging to be filled by Daddy's big dick. After a while without words, Lisa said, "What are we going to do?" "We can't carry on like this," I said. "I'll go crazy," she said. We both stopped walking at that point and turned to one another. She looked up at me and took my other hand in hers. She drew one up to her chest and flattened my palm across it, and as she looked into my eyes once again, I could feel her heart beating hard and fast. She said, "When I said I love you at the bar, I didn't mean like I love you as a daughter." "I know," I said. I pushed her hair from her pretty face. "I love you too." "So what are we gonna do about it, Daddy? I want you. And I know you want me..." I looked up the beach to the light on the porch of our villa and said, "Not here." Lisa looked up the beach to where I was looking, then to me and said, "I've missed you calling me babygirl....can I be your babygirl again, Daddy?" "Does this mean you're going to want a piggy back, too?" She shook her head, took my hand and said, "Just hold my hand, I'm a big girl now." That night, I would fuck my daughter for the first time. Breaking My Girl Ch. 03 CHAPTER THREE Naked At Last We were still holding hands when we arrived back at the villa. The hot humid night didn't seem like it would ever cool down. Maybe it was us, maybe it was my daughter's torrid young vagina and my perma-hard cock that was giving off this heat. It was taking all my will power to stop myself tearing that sexy summer dress off her back and raping her right there on the sand. The thought of repeatedly ramming, slamming and stabbing my stiff cock balls-deep into my daughter was so potent. I'd lost count how many times I'd had that dangerous thought in my head, but when she made my lust boil so fiercely, I confess, there have been times when I've jacked-off long and hard about forcing myself on her. Sometimes I just wanted my passion to get the better of me so I could let out this sexual beast I keep locked away. Sometimes, I want to rape my daughter. Of course, I don't want to make her feel any lasting pain or injure her, it was the total dominance of the idea that turned me on so much. I want to own her. Control her. And test her limits again and again. I wondered what Lisa was thinking as I restrained my beast. The closer we got to the villa, the more nervous I'd become - as nervous as she clearly was, which was understandable, Lisa being so young and fresh and inexperienced. Her un-touched cunt must have been aching, soaking, and soon all the fantasies she'd been having late at night with her dildo were about to come true. I wondered whether she fantasized about her Daddy raping her too. Her heart must have been pounding, her innocent veil falling, because soon her Daddy's skin would be against hers and his big fat cock would be inside her virgin body, his hot cum ejaculating deep within her never-been-fucked cunt. "I guess we're here," said Lisa, as we walked from the sand onto the porch. She turned to me and took my other hand and stepped backwards toward a wicker sofa with big soft cushions on it. Her eyes were locked onto mine. She kicked off her flip-flops and smiled. "Are you nervous?" I asked. Lisa nodded, licked her dry lips and glanced at the bulge in my pants. "Is that my birthday present?" I nodded and smiled and she giggled - as her calves bumped the sofa. I stepped to her, our eyes never wavering. My bulge bumped her belly and we each gazed hungrily at one another's mouths. Dry lips, but her face was shiny from the heat, her skin almost wet, and so deliciously tanned. I drew her hand up to my groaning hard-on and spread her palm across it. Petite young women always have such petite, sweet hands. She almost gasped when my shaft pulsed and for a moment we both looked down to my stiff pants in her hand. "Look at me, Babygirl." She obeyed, adoringly. "That's how you make Daddy feel every minute of every day...and all night, too..." "Oh, Daddy, I've waited so long," she gushed, "why d'you make me wait so long?" She squeezed my cock and I said, "You were too young..." "You should have just fucked me, I would have let you..." Those sexy, taboo words were the ultimate trigger... My mouth fell onto hers and Lisa toppled back onto the sofa. My knee slid between her thighs and I shoved it hard into her cunt as my tongue sank into her mouth. Frantic, almost violent kissing, fuelled by the eruption of both our pent-up desires. Slow down, I kept urging myself, slow don't, but I couldn't, I just couldn't, and neither could she. I forced my thigh up against her twat and I ground my tongue against hers. She held my mouth to hers with a hand round the back of my neck and I felt her wet snatch push back against my leg. Our rabid kisses raged on, and she started humping my thigh. "Oh, Daddy," she gasped, coming up for air. "I've waited so long..." We both noticed the string of spit hanging between our mouths, and as it splashed down onto her chest, I licked it off and ripped open her dress. The buttons popped and she almost snarled - then swooned when my lips pinched her nipple and my hand squeezed her tiny fresh tit. "I fuckin' love you, Daddy..." Her face was in rapture and her wet-with-Daddy's-spit lips were panting and hungry for more dirty tongue. "Are you my Babygirl?" I said. "Yes, Daddy, I'll be anything you want...anything at all, I promise..." My mouth launched onto hers and our tongues duelled frantically. She grabbed my arm and pulled my hand from her little tit and unceremoniously forced it between my thigh and her panties. With her hand over mine, she wrapped my palm against her mound and held it there. The soft cotton was soaking wet, her virgin cunt red hot and simmering towards an orgasm. Her kisses laboured, pausing to gasp as her body boiled. I felt her finger push down on mine against the wet cotton, and inside, her cunt split open. My finger tips threaded her sodden gusset into her dripping fuckhole, gagging it. Clearly she just needed "something" up there. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum," she murmured, "Oh, Dad, oh, Daddy..." "Cum for me, Babygirl," I urged, "cum for Daddy..." I filled her moans with kissed and pressed down hard on her clit through the panties, and as I did so, her thighs crunched together like a vice against my thigh - and the hand that was holding my neck went in search of my cock. The moment she grabbed the shaft through my pants, hard and fat in her sweet hand, her clit throbbed and her head swung back against the cushions. I squeezed her cunt really hard in my fist as she tried to rip my cock right through the material of my pants. My daughter's beautiful eyes narrowed and a straining, tortured expression struck her pretty face. She choked my dick in her fist and held my frigging finger hard against her cotton-wrapped clit. As she started to cry, her body tensed and kept tensing, kept tensing, until a tear spilled to her cheek and her orgasm exploded in one great tsunami. Her thighs almost crushed my leg and she held my arm away as she started cumming in her panties. I could feel her young cunt throbbing in waves in my palm. Her tiny perfect tits were heaving. When she finally released my hand, I wiped the wet mascara across her cheek and I sunk down on her again, giving her a tender kiss which melted as our mouths became one. My lips slid back and forth against hers, wet and slippery from more tears and more tongue. I love the way my daughter cries when she cums. "It's ok, Daddy," she said, "It always makes me cry..." Lisa wilted in my arms, the orgasm running out of her in ever decreasing waves. Her pussy started massaging my thigh, wallowing in the wet patch on my pants. She was so hot, sweating, her long hair clinging to her cheeks. She started licking my lips and gently stroking her palm along the length my deprived cock. She was oh-so-serious looking, her eyes so wet and ravenous, as though the orgasm had set free some other darker Lisa I hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet - the first sign of the slut she hid so well in that adorable, daily disguise of innocence. "Was that nice," she said, "making your daughter cum?" "Like Heaven," I said. "What else you gonna make me do?" she said, desperate to know. "You can do anything you want to me...." "There's so many things," I said. My words made Lisa smile and she let out an adorable giggle. "Are you still a virgin?" I said, holding my breath. She nodded, wiped her tears and looked into my eyes. "I'm so tight, Daddy." She kissed me. "I know how hard you must get wondering how tight I am..." "Y'do?" I said. Lisa nodded and said, "Do you always think about me?" "When I jack off?" She nodded and I said, "Always, babygirl. D'you always think about me?" "Ever since I can remember," she said. "I wait for you to come to my room every night and try and imagine what you're thinking about me. And I imagine you jacking-off, wondering how tight I am, and all I wanna do is show you how tight I am, and I play with myself for you and, and, I lie there waiting for you, wanting to suck your cock so bad..." "Have you sucked cock before?" I said. She shook her head and dared to confess, "But I practice every night with my dildo." "Yeah?" I said, picked her damp hair from her flushed face. Lisa nodded, looked into my eyes and said, "every night...wishing it was your cock in my mouth..." I kissed her once and straddled her lap. My boner pushed out far and hard and she smiled, unbuttoning the rest of her dress. Her head cocked to one side and cheekily, she said, "Aren't you gonna tell your babygirl what to do?" I smiled, she had my dominant nature rumbled already. I brushed the hair from her mascara-streaked cheek and ran my thumb across her bee-stung lips. She kissed my palm and licked it and let out a long breath that told me her cunt was already recovering from the big orgasm she'd just had. "Unzip me," I said, looking into her eyes. Lisa smiled coyly and said, "Yes, Daddy..." Her palm ran across the wet patch on my thigh and as my tool jerked behind the material, she licked her lips and became a little nervous once again. With both hands she unbuttoned my pants. Her chocolate brown eyes looked up at me and her top teeth grated across her bottom lip. As she drew down the zip, she rook a deep breath. "Take it out," I said. "This is my first time," she said. Her red painted nails drew down the elastic of my shorts, my pants with them, and as she came to my swollen shaft, she stretched the waistband of my shorts wide to set my cock free. "Oh, God," she sang. My foreskin drew back as my bloated head swelled and her little bit of awe was for the surprise of how wet and sticky I was. My head was slathered in pre-cum. "You see what you do to me, babygirl?" "I get so wet knowing I make you so excited..." " Take my balls out, too, sweetie." "It's so fuckin' big, Daddy," she enthused as she dragged my shorts as low she could. She reached inside and I felt her slender fingers cradled my sweaty, aching balls. That ravenous expression came over her pretty face again and she looked up at me and said, "I can't believe this is happening..." "Lick my balls," I said. "Look at me..." Into my eyes she gazed as she leant forward, her tongue out like a bayonet. "That's it. Lick Daddy's balls." Her tongue swirled around like a little paint brush and her palms held my clenched thigh muscles. "Oh, Lisa," She started kissing them - big wet kisses that got wider and wider until her tongue drew one ball into her mouth. "That's a good girl," I said, scooping her hair back with both hands so I could see better. As I did so, I felt her tongue at the base of my shaft, followed by one, two, three, four kisses all the way up, and as her dark sumptuous gaze looked up at me again, her ever-wet tongue ran all the way back down to my balls. She kissed them in turn and said, "Like that, Daddy?" I held her hair gently in one hand and pointed my cock at her face with my other hand. "Just the head," I said, peeling back my foreskin, presenting it to her. My handful of hair was gentle persuasion. "Look at me, babygirl." She licked just under my dripping cockhead and her mouth open and rose over my glistened purple mushroom head. "Oh, babygirl," I crooned as the rim of my head disappeared into her mouth. Lisa drew back, her stretched top lip rolling across my head, drawing all my pre-cum into her mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed. Her hand ran up my thigh and she wrapped her petite fist around my fat, arcing shaft and, "Mmmmmmm, Daddy," she said, my cockhead popping from her greasy lips. "Wow, you're ready to burst." "Slowly," I said, agreeing with her. "Mmm, oh, fuck," I moaned, watching her mouth rock back and forth over my head. Each time her lip popped over the rim of my head, my shaft would jerk. "Slowly, babygirl, slowly..." She squeezed my shaft and she started jacking me ever so slowly, back and forth, back and forth, popping my head in and out, in and out, in and out of her sweet, young mouth. "Is that nice?" she asked, taking a breather. She wanked me slow, staring lovingly at my cock. "Mmmm," she hummed each time my big aching head emerged from my foreskin. Her eyes flicked up to me, "You're so big, Daddy, so big and strong..." My cock, like an iron bar in her soft grip. "Oh, yeah," she sang as a drop of pre-cum oozed from my head. Her mouth enveloped my head against and she sucked my sticky juice into her mouth. "Fuck," she said, "I can feel you throbbing in my hand..." "Oh, babygirl," I moaned. "I'm so close..." "Has your daughter got you all excited, Daddy?" She sucked on my head, once. "You like watching your little girl suck your big dick?" Her hand drew down toward my balls and stopped, holding my swollen, aching cockhead exposed. "D'you wanna cum in your daughter's mouth?" Her lips rolled over my head, and after one long lick of my shaft, she gasped, "C'mon, Daddy, I know you want to..." "Oh, sweetheart," I moaned. I pulled her head toward me and she grabbed my thighs and I pushed my cockhead between her lips. She held my big head in her wet mouth and started suckling, suckling, suckling, never breaking her adoring gaze up to me. I rocked her head back and forth. Just the head, just the head, just my bloated Daddy cockhead in her little girl mouth. As she suckled, I fucked her pre-cum pout. "Here it comes, sweetie." I felt my thigh muscles clench in her palms and her nostrils were flaring wildly for breath. "Oh, babygirl...I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..." My cock jerked into the roof of her mouth as her top lip locked onto the rim of my head, her eyes began to water and her mascara started to run and I felt myself ejaculate into my daughter's mouth. A big shot of cum burst inside her. She started swallowing and suckling, and with each jerk of my cock, she drank another blast and swallowed. My daughter looks so beautiful when she's swallowing my cum. I pulled her head back gently and her mouth opened wide for much needed air. She smiled a joyous smile and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Was that ok?" she asked. "Oh, Lisa," I said, my own chest heaving, "that was fuckin' perfect. Stick out your tongue.." As she peeled her dress off her shoulders, I jerked off a long string of semen and watched it puddle up on her tongue. She drew her tongue into her mouth and swallowed, causing an innocent giggle and a smile to erupt on her oh, so pretty face. "Was that ok?" she said, as I rose to my feet. My pants fell to my ankles and Lisa stood, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Thank you, Daddy," she said. She rose on her tip-toes and kissed me, softly. Our lips fell in love again and my palms grabbed her ass, and as I pulled her off the ground, her long, tanned, teenage legs wrapped around my waist. She was so light, there was no effort. With her legs wrapped around my waist, her ass cradled in my hands, and her precious little tits brushing my chest, I started to carry Lisa inside the villa. My daughter looked longingly into my eyes, took a deep breath and said, "I want you to fuck me so bad, Daddy Breaking My Girl Ch. 04 I knelt on the edge of the bed and laid my daughter down gently on the sheet. My daughter was a virgin. Her name is Lisa and she'd never felt the meat of a man inside her young body, skin against skin, big and alive, choking her stubborn cunt. Never had the deepest, molten depths of her vagina been bathed in hot, loving semen. Never had she experienced Daddy's dirty violation. I'm going to fuck my daughter bareback and ejaculate inside her tight vagina - like all Daddies dream of doing - cumming inside their own daughter. I know when I'm alone, stroking my cock, the thought of filling Lisa's young snatch with my hot load always makes my dick shoot hard and long, especially when I'm jerking off onto the gusset of her panties I've stolen from the laundry. I wondered whether all Daddies dreamt like me. Her glowing, petite body lay in the moonlight, her holiday tan turning bronze in the pewter glow. Beads of sweat ran down her flat stomach and her nipples seemed ever-hard. I pulled her panties off her slight hips, slowly, unfolding the cotton from her un-touched mound. I almost lost my breath when I saw it - not a single whisp of hair - just a silky smooth, perfect puppy-fat mound split by a tight, pursed slit. Lower, the wet gusset peeled almost painfully from her sticky snatch, glued to her flower by her own syrupy cum. All I could hear was the waves turning over the sand and her oh, so nervous breaths moving in time with her stomach. Her tummy went up and down, up and down, glistening and golden in the heat and the moonlight. She was torrid - her whole body glowing with lust. I cherished the moment - as all Daddy's do - when a man takes off his daughter's panties. Slowly, dreamily, stripping her down. Such soft skin, barely a woman. She smelled like a girl, all flowers and unsophisticated teenage musk, amid the disco sweat and the sweet, sweet aphrodisiac of her cum-slick cunt. As I rolled her sodden panties down her long hard teenage thighs, I gazed at her perfect hairless pussy trapped in her tan line. Her soft flat tummy all wet from the heat. Her a-cups trying to be b-cups. My eyes lavished every part of her tender body, swooning from her shiny throat up to her dry lips and falling once again into the oceans of her adoring eyes - which were framed by dirty streaks of mascara and her long dark hair clinging to her hot sticky face. My innocent girl and her spoiled make-up that made her look like a cheap whore. She looked so fucking gorgeous. I wanted to lick her all over, taste every little bit of her. My daughter looked scared, terrorised and excited in equal parts about the prospect of feeling a length of cock for the first time. The anticipation of being penetrated was consuming her, her cunt clenching in expectation, her nerves rising in confusion. "Are you scared, babygirl?" I said as I drew her panties down to her ankles. "A little bit," she said, watching me drop her panties on the sheet. Lisa licked her dry, nervous lips and I assured her, "It's ok to be scared." "Not like that," she said, her eyes saddening, "I'm just scared I'll not be any good...I wanna be good, I wanna do it just the way you like..." I kissed her knees in turn and said, "You're doing perfect..." "Promise?" she said. "I want it to be..." Lisa gasped when I split her knees. She leant back on her elbows and watched me spread her legs. I held her thighs apart and she started to blush and her skin started to prickle - she was showing her Daddy her treasure, her un-fucked bounty that had been coveted by every boy at school, but never surrendered. "I've been having it waxed," explained Lisa, "You like it that way, don't you?" "How did you know?" As both my palms ran down the inside of her thighs, she confessed, "Sally and me checked out your porn and all the girls had a shaved pussy, so I dared Sally to come get waxed with me. Did I do right?" "You did right, sweetheart. It's just so perfect, babygirl," I said. "So pretty..." And it was. Skin like silk, basted with her own thick honey - like a mirror it shone in the moonlight. Her bald labia was a little puffy, from the excitement and the heat, split in-two by a dark, closed slit which opened out very slightly at the top to accommodate the hood of her engorged clit. My daughter's budding little trigger was aching, I could see in her eyes the desperation for me to touch it. As I ran a single finger over her mound, her body tensed and she licked her dry lips - and as I ran that finger over the hood of her clit, she bit her bottom lip and watched my finger sink through her wetness and split her slit. She watched intently, my fingertip running down her slit, parting it as I slid down to her empty wet fuckhole. "Oh, Daddy," she said. My finger entered her and her thighs tensed and the walls of her vagina clenched. "Oh, babygirl," I said. "Is that nice and tight, Daddy?" "Very..." I said, pushing my knuckle through. I was fingering my daughter. One middle finger, slowly, back and forth inside her dripping twat. Her thighs quivered as I pressed my other thumb down onto her clit. "You're gonna have to teach me all the things that turn you on," said Lisa, watching me take my thumb and forefinger to her labia. As I split her cunt wide open, she said, "I wanna make your dick so hard, Daddy." Wide open, my finger still in her. Her flower bloomed, salmon pink, delicious and glistening. "I wanna be so bad," she said, her mouth opening as I kissed her pink. "You'll tell me if I do it right, won't you?" Her whole body shuddered as I licked her little clit. The tip of my tongue circled her bean-smooth cherry, then poked under its hood, flicking it from side to side. "Oh-ummm," she sang, "fuck that feels good..." I sucked her clit between my lips and the spongy, slippery walls of her vagina squeezed my finger. "Oh, yes," she mused, "right there, oh-ummm...oh, God, that feels so fuckin' good, Daddy!" I pulled my wet face from her snatch and said, "When you were sucking my cock..." I gave her a single lap of my flat tongue all across her spread cunt, "...it turned me on when you said, 'thank you, Daddy'." "You like that? I bet you did..." "I like a good girl," I said, "...will you be a good girl?" "I'll be any kind of girl you want." "A good girl that does as Daddy says..." "Haven't I always done as I'm told?" "Yes, babygirl," I said, "you've always been the perfect daughter..." I licked her clit and she said, "But this feels so bad what we're doing..." "But so right," I countered. "I know," she said, gasping at the tingling in her clit. "I wanna go all the way, I wanna be a very bad girl for you..." "Just let it out," I said, blowing cold breath on her throbbing trigger, "express yourself, don't hold back." I licked her pink flower, each petal, and said, "Show me..." I couldn't feel my daughter's hymen, which only meant she'd been fucking herself. There's been many a night I've heard the faint porn soundtrack coming from her room, and I'd found her dildo when sniffing her panty drawer. Part of me wished she hadn't, so I could have broken it with my cock. Better that she had - it saved her deflowering from being bloody or hurting her too much. She was so tight there was no way it wasn't going to hurt some, and the nervousness in her expression was surely a reflection of her own concern about how much it was going to hurt. I slid my finger out of her, and keeping her cunt spread wide open, I teased her wet hole with my finger tip. "Is this where you want me," I said. She nodded and I shoved my finger in her, as deep as I could. I rolled her clit under my thumb and I could almost feel her sizzle. "You're so tight..." I said, twisting my finger round in her cunt, feeding it the tip of my forefinger too. "....I'll need to be extra hard to be deep." "I want you deep," said Lisa, feeling a wave brewing in her swollen trigger. My two fingers screwed her and her tummy sank and the swollen walls of her tight vagina chewed at the intrusion, gagging and swallowing my fingers deeper. My daughter has such a strong young cunt. I slowly double-finger fucked her pussy, and as she got wetter, as I teased her clit even harder, she moaned so wholeheartedly I knew she was ready to take cock. Her hips started grinding to the rhythm of my thumb, bucking forward a little each time I shoved my fingers inside her. She was brewing to cum, I could see her tears starting to well-up in her eyes. "You ready, babygirl?" I said. Lisa nodded, watching my glistening fingers emerge from her cunt. "I'm so fucking wet," she hissed. "I'm so ready, Daddy..." She watched me suck my fingers, one after the other, and as I looked into her eyes, she took a deep breath and said in almost a whisper, "Fuck me, Daddy." My palm slid across her flat, wet stomach and I said, "Spread your legs wider." My good girl obeyed and I pushed my hard flexed thighs against her hamstrings. My cock was almost stiff. It would have been stiff enough for her Mother's cock-hungry twat, but to penetrate Lisa's snug young fuckhole, it needed to be as stiff as an iron bar. So I picked up her wet panties off the sheet and wrapped the elastic over the base of my shaft and round the back of my balls, and tied them tight. My blood pumped harder, filling my shaft. "You like that, babygirl?" I asked, stroking myself. "Oh my God, Dad," she said, watching the veins bulging along my shaft. "I've got a cock ring at home, but your panties will do fine...." My head swelled, bloating, the skin on my cock becoming so tight I couldn't pull my foreskin forward one little bit. A look of fear struck Lisa's expression as she watched my cock swell, thicker and thicker. Her fear mixed with awe as my dick stood tall, pointing skyward, the shaft rising into a stiff arc - and on top - the prize for all good daughters, Daddy's engorged head. "Oh, wow," said Lisa, "it makes it so thick and big when you do that!" "Gimme your hand," I said. I took it before she gave and she leant forward, her mascara eyes gazing up at me as I wrapped her slight fist around my monster. I felt her fingers rippling across my pumped veins, and she gushed at the super-ribbed tension of my shaft. "It's so fucking hard!" she declared. Her fingertips ran over my iron shaft and the little slut inside her said, "Ummmmm," and "Ah, yeeeah," as her fingers rolled over my head and drew down a string of precum. "It's so beautiful, Daddy," she moaned, oiling my shaft with the precum. "It's gonna hurt..." "I'll be gentle," I promised. "Slow as you like, sweetie. I want to take my time breaking you in..." As I spoke, that ravenous expression bloomed once again. She lay back against the cushions. Her hands slid behind her knees and she pulled her legs wide open. I fondled my balls and watched my daughter's hands slide down the back of her thighs, and then, without any instruction from her Daddy, her fingertips peeled open her pussy lips to show me her innocent pink and the hungry little hole she wanted filling. "Put it in," she gasped. "Oh, yeeeah," she sang as I slid my balls over her slick pink flower. The moment I pushed my head against her flower, she started to pant. "Put it in, put it in me..." I ran the length of my shaft over her clit, and back. She stared down her slim body, over her mound, her eyes unable to tear themselves away from the sight of my cock in my fist. I worked it round and round her slick pink, and up and over her clit until the tight, shiny sack around my balls licked her exposed flower and slid over her bald mound. A bead of precum popped from my head, and as it trickled down my shaft toward my fingers, she let go off her pussy lips. The slippery tip of my dick vanished into her closing slit. Now she was lost for words, mesmerised by the sight of our touching genitals. As I drew my head down through her virgin slit, her fingertips rolled open her puffy labia and once again her pink flower bloomed. A single tear ran from the corner of her eye as my bloated head kissed the sodden opening to her vagina. "You ok?" I asked. She gazed at me and strained a smile and a second tear ran from the corner of her other eye. "Yes, Daddy," she said, her eyes pleading and frightened. Lisa looked down at her pussy and my big head at her hole. Her girl cum kissed my precum and a I felt the torrid heat from inside her cunt breath against the rim of my head. "Oh, God, do it..." she cried. I pressed my head against her virgin hole and she licked her mouth, bit her lip and readied herself for the pain. "Put it in me." "You're not a virgin anymore," I said, pushing my purple head into her pink fuckhole. Lisa's mouth opened wide and her head swung back, lashing the pillows with hair. Her stubborn cunt clenched, repelling my hungry cockhead. "Push it," she said, almost fainting at the sight of my head disappearing into her body. She could barely hold her cunt open. "Oh, you're inside me, Daddy, your inside me..." As the rim of my head entered her, her pussy resisted. "Just relax, sweetie." Her tummy sank and rose, sank and rose, and her eyes bled sweet tears. "Stop clenching," I said. Just the head of me, in and out, in and out, just like I'd fucked her mouth on the porch. "Ow!" she cried. Her faced looked tormented, then desperate as I pulled out. "Don't," she said, "just push it harder..." I did. "Ow, ah, oh," she moaned. She hissed and I felt the walls of her vagina tearing apart as I pressed down hard on her. "Does that hurt, babygirl?" "Uh-huh," she said, concentrating so hard. "You want me to stop?" I said, forcing my cock deeper into the vice of her cunt. She shook her head and a tear ran from the corner of each eye. "It hurts so good. Push, Daddy, push." I did. My iron cock split her tender cunt open. I could feel the fat veins on my shaft rubbing against the walls of her fuckhole. Her fingers slipped from her pussy and she pulled her legs as far apart as she could. Her spine arched off the sheet and her chin rose and the sweat rolled down her shiny neck. I looked down to see that two-thirds of my swollen cock was inside my daughter's pussy, and as I drew out, a delicious wet tide mark. "Oh, Lisa," I crooned. As I pushed my cock back inside her, she said, through a jolt of pain, "Thank you, Daddy." Her eyes caught mine and she almost snarled, "Thank you, Daddy." Her cunt gushed, a sudden flood of wetness, and I fucked her deeper still. "Thank you, Daddy." That slut inside her was screaming to be free, and the more Lisa surrendered her innocent disguise, the more her body relaxed, the less it hurt. "Oooh, Daddy, thank you, thank you." Her snug cunt was straining to take my monster, but as she got wetter and wetter, I felt the walls of her pussy finally concede and the last inch of my cock almost fall into her gulping hole. I pushed down hard, giving her one last jolt of pain, then held my cock down inside her. Her hands swung above her head and grabbed the bars of the headboard, and as her thighs closed around me, I put my hands up into the nape of her knees and opened her golden thighs high and wide. Her slut face hissed and her nostrils flared and she growled, "Fuck me, Daddy!" Her broken cunt swallowed me up, and her hips starting bucking against my thrusting lengths. Lisa gazed down to my cock, vanishing quickly, in and out of her, in and out, in and out of her. Her big brown eyes looked up at me and as she started to cry, she said adoringly, "Thank you Daddy." All I could hear was the sea and the crickets and our animal grunts - and our wet skin slapping together each time I drew my cock down on Lisa. Two lovers, silhouetted against the low moon. Legs in the air, spread wide, and the curve of my ass pumping. The crash of the waves and my daughter's strained moans each time she filled with cock. And faster, my balls coming to the boil, my cum charging up my cock. Each time my cockhead punched the depths of her tender cunt, she winced and her body jolted and she swallowed the pain. "Look at me," I said. Lisa did, her mascara bleeding with tears, her eyes flooded, her expression, delirious. "Here's your birthday present, babygirl..." I unloaded inside her, provoking a look of shock-horror on her face. I held myself inside her as I jerked, jerked, jerked. My daughter's wasted gaze held mine, and as we lovingly stared into one another's eyes, I filled her up with cum. The most satisfaction in a Daddy's life is having the opportunity fill his daughter with cum. The glory of emptying his balls deep, so deep inside his precious babygirl. Breaking My Girl Ch. 05 The next morning I woke, greeted by the relentless Greek heat and the echo of a beautiful wet dream, one which I'd been masturbating to for years - that of Lisa, my sweet babygirl daughter - sucking my cock and getting fucked by Daddy's big thick dick. I had a straining case of morning glory because of it - or so I thought. As the haze of awakening faded, I saw my daughter in the bed beside me and realised the dream had really happened. It was too hot for bed covers, she lay naked on the sheet, her long dark hair splashed across her shoulders. "Oh, my God," I thought. "I fucked my daughter. I really fucked her." It made me scared for a moment, then filled me with pride and lust, knowing her young tight pussy was still full of Daddy's dirty semen. It's what all Daddy's want to do - empty their aching balls deep inside their daughter's fresh young vagina. Lisa lay in a foetal position, legs together, knees up. Her long black lashes lay on her cheeks, eyes closed, bee-stung lips dry and parted, taking slight breaths. I'd cum in that mouth, my daughter's mouth - and she'd swallowed my cum down into her tummy that was moving back and forth with each sleeping breath. I pushed a few errant strands of hair from her pretty face and ran my fingers across her soft skin, over her shoulder and down her arm and along the slim fingers of her hands. I didn't want to wake her, just fawn over her teen beauty, her firm body and her silken skin. I kissed her hip and licked it and ran my mouth down her thigh - and my fingers along the back of it. She groaned faintly in her sleep as I lay beside her, my knees toward her shoulders, my face down by her ass. It smelled of ass, too, hot and sweaty after a hot night and the love we made. I parted a cheek and licked her salty crack, the tip of my tongue tasting her virgin asshole. If there are any Daddy's reading this, let me tell you, squeaky clean or flavoured with girl-sweat, there's no greater sense of molestation than licking your daughter's anus. Oh, fuck, it made my cock rage. Licking Lisa's ass made her stir, one leg sliding up higher than the other as if to tell me, "Don't forget my pussy, Daddy." Never ever, babygirl, I thought, taking a sniff of it. It was torrid, a mixture of sweat and cunt and cock and the cum I'd filled her with. Her pussy lips were a little puffy, from the heat and the sex. Her usually pursed slit was splayed slightly, showing off a glimpse of her pink flower. I licked her petals and I heard her groan again. It felt like I was raping her, which let me tell you, made my cock pulsate and jerk in mid-air in the search of a wet hole to fuck. I took a little precum off the end of it and basted her thickened labia, then proceded to lick it off. She didn't make a sound for a minute or two while I lapped at her closed cunt, but when I slid my finger into her slit, she moaned and let out a long, unconscious breath. Gently, very gently, I hooked the tip of my finger inside her vagina, which seemed forever wet, even while she slept. I wondered what fevered dreams she was having as I pulled one of her lips aside with my other hand. I licked the pink glistening skin there, tenderly cleaning her dirty fucked pussy. She's my daughter and I am her Daddy, molesting her pretty pussy as she sleeps. It felt so fucking good to be so bad and I couldn't restrain my hunger. I lapped at her, my flat wide tongue parting her soft lips, straight through her pink. In order to get to her clit, I pushed her leg higher, and when my tongue circled her little bud, she woke. Her brow furrowed, then she gasped, and as her sleepy eyes opened, she realised what was happening. In that same moment, before she could say anything, I sucked her clit and her pussy gushed out some wetness onto my face. "Daddy?" she said. Then, "Oh, God" as I lapped at her clit. Lisa rolled onto her back, her leg swinging over my head, and as her knees spread apart I buried my face into her snatch. "Wait," she hissed, not yet quite awake and feeling out of control. "Daddy," she growled. I ignored her completely, in rapture myself, running my tongue round and round and round and round her swelling clit, while pushing my greasy finger into her, into her, into her. Lisa bit her bottom lip hard, both hands grabbing a fistful of the bedsheet. My tongue was relentless, my finger unstoppable, her hands tugging hard at the sheet. I did not show mercy, this orgasm was a non-stop rocket to the crest of an electric wave without any pit-stops. As her knees started to flap and her head swung left and right and back again across the pillow, her sweet young cunt soaked my mouth and face. "Daddy!" she wailed. I heard the sheet rip and she almost bit through her lip, and when her cunt exploded in my mouth, her thighs clattered my ears, trapping me down onto her sopping hairless twat until she couldn't take another lick. I felt her fingers in my hair and she pulled my head off her throbbing box. The hood of her clit stayed open and her cumming cherry pulsated like it was panting. When I looked up to her face, her hair was stuck to her cheeks, her mouth was open, her little tits heaving. She had a look on her face that was a mixture of shock, ecstacy and annoyance. "Good morning, Babygirl," I said, my face matted in her sugary cum. She smiled wildly and collapsed back into the pillow and lay there panting, looking down her shiny brown body, over her wet hairless mound. Her eyes tracked me as I got to my knees, diverting the second she saw my cock. I was so hard, so bloated, foreskin back, my engorged head slathered in pale precum. Her hands slid down her tummy and between her legs and her fingers played with her flooded pink flower. She said, "I need a pee before you fuck me." Just her honest words made me want to get on top of her and plant my yearning length deep inside her - but I had something else in mind. Ignoring her words I started to lather my shaft with the precum leaking from my head. Lisa watched. I looked at her and she looked at me, into my eyes, then to my cock in my fist. As I drew my hand back and forth, back and forth along the length of my rigid prick, I noticed her pussy play centre on her clit. "You like that?" I said nervously, in almost a whisper. Lisa nodded and licked her lips, leaving it in the corner of her mouth. "You've got such a big strong cock, Daddy?" she said, breathless with nerves and lust. She opened her legs so I could see her fingers spread her pussy wide open. She blushed as pink as her tender flower, pinker when she looked into my eyes. I watched her strum her aching clit as she swooned in view of my beating fist, both of us overcoming any shyness, breaking through a bashful threshold of trust. "That's so hot," she said, "watching you jack-off." "I've been doing this for years, thinking of you." "Yeah?" she said. "Every day," I said. "Mmmm," she hummed, at the knowledge of it, at the tingle in her clit. "Are you going to cum on me?" "Would you like that, babygirl?" "Oh, yeah," she said. "I wanna see you cum, Daddy. I wanna see it shoot out." Her words made me work my cock faster, my masturbation making her strum her little trigger harder. I was about ready to burst and she could tell by my straining expression and my rabid gaze and my flaring nostrils. So was she, two fingers back and through her slit, grinding her clit round and round and over and over and down to her dripping hole - and back with wetness for her burning bud. "I'm gonna cum," I said. Lisa took a gulp of air as her own orgasm started to break. As the waves began to crash through her cunt, I edged toward her, my cock looming over her. In that moment I made a leap of faith and lifted her head forward from the pillow - and as I did I saw in her eyes the realisation of where I was about ejaculate. Her expression seemed unsure and I felt her pull away a little, but as her cunt came she made the same leap of faith and opened her mouth to show me her flat red tongue. She could see my apologetic gaze as her eyes filled with her usual orgasmic tears. Recognising my heartfelt desire, she gasped, "It's okay, Daddy, I want you too." And I did. Her eyes closed and tears spilled down her shiny cheeks and I ejaculated onto her pretty face. The first shot made her flinch - a thick spurt of semen splashed onto her nose and down across her lips and tongue. It took her breath away and made her little tits heave. Right away, there was much more. Jerk after jerk, she felt my hot cum demean her. Her tongue retreated into her mouth and she swallowed and opened her eyes, then flinched again as the final shot burst across her forehead and into her hair. Again her eyes opened and she gulped and licked the cum off her lips. Her wet eyes appeared doeful, like she'd done something wrong, but it was just the emotional trauma of taking her first facial. She smiled to reassure my guilty expression, then took it upon herself to take my leaking cockhead in her mouth. She looked up at me as she suckled the last drops of cum from me - semen running down her chin and her neck. "Wow," she remarked, slowly jacking my softening length. "I think you needed that. That's a lot of cum, Daddy." I was overjoyed that my desires hadn't disgusted her. To the contrary, Lisa seemed inspired by it. She looked at me and held my spent dick against her face, transferring my cum to it then cleaning it off with her tongue. From the head she squeezed a pearl bead onto her pout and licked her lips, endeavouring to show me how sticky they were. I watched, my dreams coming true. We said nothing, but her eyes were telling me everything, her actions leaving no doubt - as I watched her scoop the cum from her neck and tits with her fingers, then suck the length of them. "Mmm," she hummed, so I knew how delicious it tasted to her. She smiled up at me and said with deliberate coyness, "Thank you, Daddy." Then she giggled and I pounced on her and we rolled around kissing and cuddling and declaring our love for one another. We were lovers. The previous night may have just been that, one night, but when a Daddy cums on his daughter's face, it makes them lovers forever. She reassured me it was okay to cum on her face like a porn whore. She was blunt about how good it felt to be treated like a slut. She confessed that until yesterday she was just a little girl and that from now on, all she wanted was to be made a woman by her adoring Daddy. For me to take my time. She promised she wouldn't be afraid if I wasn't afraid. After that I didn't fuck her for a good two hours. We showered and packed and raced against the clock, having forgotten what time our plane left the island. We hurried, filling suitcases, wishing the holiday wouldn't end, yet craving the cooler climate of England and the comforts of home. It was then, as we waiting on the porch for the taxi, when I fucked her again. She was wearing flip-flops, a tank top and an old, worn denim miniskirt. Sunglasses, her hair braided back by Daddy. "How long did the taxi guy say he was going to be?" I said, as I allowed myself to be teased by that little mall-girl skirt. "Ten minutes," said her pink lipgloss lips. "Greek's are always late," I said, wanting to be up her skirt. Lisa knew what I was thinking, she was thinking the same thing. The hem of her denim skirt against her firm golden thighs was making me simmer. She could tell by my covetous gaze how crazy her little skirt was making me - and by the straining material in my pants. My letching made her wet and she knew damn well one flash of her red panties would be enough induce another bout of fucking and sucking and cumming. We read one another's minds - my lust versus her excitement at being centre of that lust. Lisa sighed, took her sunglasses off and said, "You better fuck me quick, then." Breaking My Girl Ch. 06 We probably should have just waited for the taxi, but like all new lovers, we just wanted to fuck. My hungry gaze made her cunt wet and ache deep inside - ache to be full of Daddy's big thick dick. We left our luggage on the porch and I took her by the hand and led her back into the villa. Her sticky pink lipgloss smeared across my mouth as we frantically kissed and licked one another's tongues. My daughter's tongue in my mouth, mine in hers. She used to kiss me on the cheek goodnight, but now our open-mouthed affection was the same as any other pair of lovers. Between our panting and duelling tongues, Lisa grabbed my cock through my pants and squeezed it. Her breath gushed into my mouth and her tongue swirled around mine and my hands slid up her golden teenage thighs. As my fingers bumped the hem of her little denim skirt, I wrenched my mouth from hers. "Turn around," I said. Lisa's nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed and she licked her already wet lips. With my hands on her thighs I turned her about face and pushed her forward toward a table beside the window. She put her palms down on the top of it and gazed back over her shoulder at me. "Hurry up," she panted. Even though the taxi was due to arrive I made a point of absorbing the moment. That little denim skirt was so damn sexy, and the back of her thighs were heaven-sent to drive me wild - so young and firm and tanned and smooth. I put my hand between them and drew my hot palm up along the inside of her thigh. Right at the top, where they met the wet gusset of her panties, there was a little puppy-fat, all slick and slippery. C'mon!" she gasped. She was right. The taxi was on its way. My fingers hooked under the hem of her sexy little skirt and I lifted it over her ass. She wore red silk panties, like a scarlet whore - and has a round little bottom, her bronze holiday skin spoiled by a tan line. Again, she urged me to hurry up. "Put it in, Daddy," she said, gazing over her shoulder. "C'mon, fuck me." So I pulled down her red panties. Not all the way to her ankles, but just about halfway down her heavenly thighs. When her legs tried to part, the lace elastic restrained her, stretching her panties to the point where they bit into her thighs. That looked so fucking sexy, let me tell you - my babygirl daughter bent over, panties stretched to almost ripping point, her legs constrained between them. And the wet peach of her cunt from behind, all slick and pursed and ever-ready to take Daddy's big thick dick. I gushed and remarked, "Oh, babygirl, your fucking cunt looks so beautiful. I'm gonna fuck you so good, sweetie." My words made her gasp, made her grab the window sill with one hand in readiness - and in the reflection of the glass, I saw her smile, clearly aroused by my graphic choice of words. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock and balls through. As wet as my daughter always seems to be, the head of my cock was just the same - a constant trickle of precum brought on by the knowledge my daughter's mouth and pussy are always willing to service Daddy. "Oh, yeah," she sang as I ground my dripping cockhead through her sweltering slit. I had no time to linger, I went straight for her fuckhole. As my salivating head penetrated her wet hungry opening, her thighs bumped the edge of the table, taking the first bang of my stiff prick. Half my shaft sank into her, then, as wet as she was, the vice of her young vagina fought back. Her back arched and her other hand grabbed the window sill and I shoved my dick into her again. I saw her reflection cringe and her eyes close and that sexy over-bite grate her bottom lip. Again, I jerked my hips forward and shoved my dick into her stubborn young cunt. "Ow!" she cried. Again and again, I gave her twat a stern bang, and with each punishing length, her pussy surrendered a little more and a little more - and every time I rammed her full of meat, her vagina swallowed and choked. "Don't stop!" she hissed. Then, "Oh fuck!" with a furrowed brow and closed eyes. "Fuckin' Hell, your dick feels so big! So fuckin' thick!" As I relished her dirty mouth, my hands were on her ass, pulling her to me with each thrust of my hips. I watched the glorious sight of my slick stiff shaft ripped with veins, and her puffy pussy lips sucking me - and her pretty pink asshole as I splayed her cheeks. Her legs tried to open, but her panties cut into her thighs. I heard them rip and her ass lurch forward as the whole table skidded and hit wall. Lisa held onto the window sill, head back, eyes closed, my big balls clattering her clit every time I punched my dick deep down inside her. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, ugh, ugh, oh, oh," she sang, then , "yeah, oh fuck, yeah! Oh, my God, Dad, oh fuck me, fuck me - ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah, uh-m, uh-m..." Her voice carried in the quiet siesta of the day. I grabbed her shoulder and got myself right up behind her and started banging her, causing her animal noises to rise, her cries bordering on pain. As I slammed my dick as hard as I could into her, she almost lost her balance and grimaced as the edge of the table knocked her thighs. Her rhythmic grunting paused only for a second, then started again, in time with each length of Daddy-dick, with each blow of my swollen head against the deepest fathom of her tender young pussy. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," she hissed. "uh-mm, oh, ah, ah, ah," she gasped. It was then that I realised her spasmodic cries were the only thing I could hear beyond the squelching wetness of my slick prick mining her sodden twat. It was siesta time and my daughter was wailing like a porn-whore. It was then I decided to put my hand over her mouth. Lisa's eyes lit up and her nostrils flared and I held her sex-cries under the seal of my palm. If anybody saw us at that moment, they would only conclude I was raping her. Raping my daughter. The thought sends me into rapture. With my hand over her mouth and my hips banging away at the back of her thighs, it would have been hard to come to any other conclusion. "Uh-m, uh-m, uh-m, uh-m," Lisa chanted under my gag. At this point Lisa had abandoned any thoughts of cumming herself, her cunt was becoming numb from my punishing strokes. Even so, she had tears in her eyes and a determined look on her face - determined to let me use her cunthole to get my cock off. Then, as we both saw the taxi pull up outside, she pushed my hand away, looked over her shoulder and almost snarled at me. "Daddy," she panted urgently. "I know," I gasped, taking her hips in my hands. The taxi horn sounded and I fucked her fast, faster. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip and sank onto the table top and took my swift lengths. Her cunt started clenched, making me drill her even more forcefully. Bang-bang-bang went the table against the wall. "Uh-m, uh-m, uh-m," went my daughter. Slap-slap-slap went my thighs against hers. Spank-spank-spank went my balls against her clit. As I looked down to see the blur of my wet shaft hammering away at her, the pussy juice around her hole started foaming into creamy suds. And as I felt my cock want to jerk, I saw the taxi driver get out of his vehicle and approach the villa. When we heard the knock at the door, Lisa's body went rigid all of a sudden. Her sopping cunt choked, squeezing my cock as as my balls unloaded deep inside her. I ground my prick as deeply as I could into her and she strained to hold down a cry of delirious anguish. "Just a minute!" I called out, feeling my semen pumping into my daughter's precious little vagina. "I take bags!" I heard the taxi driver reply. While he took our bags from the porch, I drew my spent cock from my daughter's beaten pussy. As I put my wet dick away, I was still panting, thirsty and perspiring - and when Lisa stood up straight and pulled up her panties, her eyes were wet and her face shiny and hot. As she pulled down that sexy little denim skirt, she had an exhausted, wilting look in her eyes. For a moment I thought she was upset, but she was simply tackling her feelings of guilt about how amazing it was to abandon all dignity and be fucked like a whore. Lisa kissed me once, thick and stickily, her eyes almost sad, yet pouring with love. "You've got such a big fucking dick, Daddy," she gushed, pressing her palm against my pants and pinching my softening shaft. "I wish I had time to suck it clean." I shook my head, cupped her ass and pushed her panties into her creamy hole - and said, "It's just that you've got such a tight little pussy, babygirl. So fucking tight." Our open mouths met and we kissed passionately. If the taxi hadn't been there, we'd have surely kept on kissing, licking, sucking, fucking and cumming all day and into the night - until we were too sore and too tired to carry on. "I love you, Daddy," she said. Lisa grinned wholeheartedly, feeling no shame. In that moment we both felt like a pair of sluts, inhibitions lost, rules abandoned. We knew as we got into the taxi that this hadn't simply been about a holiday liaison between Daddy and Daughter, but the beginning of an adventure into a world of sex only limited by our imaginations. As we headed for the airport, we'd already made love, fucked and revealed the sluts deep within ourselves - and realised that there were no limits holding us back. Within an hour we were boarding the plane to go home. As we hustled to our seats near the back, Lisa's headed for the bathroom. She was in such a hurry I became a little concerned, until she returned with a big smile on her face and a fresh pink lipgloss. She shuffled past me and sat beside the window. "That was lucky," she remarked. "Are you okay?" I said. Her expression became a little embarrassed and rather than say it out loud, she leant over me and whispered in my ear. "Your cum was running down my legs." I felt a twinge in my pants right away and I knew from the coy expression on her face that her intention was to tease. She said, "Next time we have sex before we go out, you'd better cum in my mouth." Then, she put her hand in my pocket and left me a present there - her wet panties. Then, her diabolical whispered tease in my ear, "Daddy, I'm not wearing any panties." My daughter smiled triumphantly, licked her lips deliberately and put on her big black sunglasses. Clearly, she was relishing being a naughty girl. She let out an honest giggle in the knowledge her tease was so cruel. I'd never seen her so content, so happy, so full of herself - so confident. She knew her words would bring my lust to the boil. She knew that sitting there in that sexy little denim skirt with those thighs so golden would keep me aroused. I imagined the cool cabin air lapping at her bare naked pussy and my cum eaking out of the deepest depths of her - making her pink flower slip against itself. When the plane took off and she squirmed in her seat, I knew it was true - I could smell it beyond her flowery teenage musk. Within a half hour, Lisa had fallen asleep, which was something I could never achieve on a plane. So I sat there replaying the holiday in my mind. The topless sunbathing and her precious little tits, and that black bikini wet and moulded to her hairless mound, sculpted by the slit of her virgin cunt. And that dress that unbuttoned from the front and her cocksucking mouth on the porch - and the delirium I felt when I deflowered her tight young body. I was so fucking hard sitting there. My prick was straining again, remembering the alarm call I gave her that same morning when I ate her cunt while she slept - and then, my cock still aching from it, the banging I gave her not an hour before. "I love you, too," I said as she slept. My eyes gazed down her petite frame, her little a-cups pointing and braless - to that sexy little denim skirt, to it's hem against her shiny golden thighs. A shadow cast down between them, but I could make out the wetness inside her thigh. In a besotted trance I went to put my hand on her knee, so I could glide my palm up between her legs and touch her wet pussy pout. Just as I made my move, I realised there were people all around. I sat back and pined for her - imagining the rest of the plane crowding around our seats, watching me fuck her mouth - and when she gasped for air, she wiped her mouth with back of her hand, blushed and told everybody, "It's okay, he's my Daddy." And when she opened her mouth to swallow my head again, all the men in the cabin were masturbating, the women frigging themselves and beckoning strangers to fill them up with cock. It was in that moment I wondered how big a star she could become in a world obsessed by porn. It didn't take long for my frustration to simmer. I got up from my seat and went to the bathroom. I held my dirty cock in my hand and brushed Lisa's wet silk panties along the shaft and began to masturbate. There was a knock on the door, but I ignored it and worked my cock hard and fast, drawing my daughter's soiled underwear to my face. As I inhaled her musty scent off the gusset of her panties, I shot my load all over the bathroom mirror. I felt so much better, standing there panting as other passengers knocked on the door. I kept ignoring them, cleaning my cum from my dick with Lisa's panties. When I got back to my seat, Lisa was still sleeping. Even though I'd just cum, I knew that I couldn't spend the next few hours ogling at my daughter's sexy little denim skin riding her hard teen thighs, knowing that her pretty hairless cunt was so exposed beneath. So, I placed a blanket over her legs and sat there, counting the seconds when I could be alone with her again.