5 comments/ 162948 views/ 17 favorites Daughter and Dad By: JANAMARIE I'm Mike, an old shit of fifty-three, a widower, a seven handicap golfer and fit as can be but haven't had a hard-on in about five years. Oh hell, the medical community has tried every thing you have ever seen advertised about Erectile Dysfunction and none of that crap worked on me. I am resigned to spend the rest of my life just remembering how great sex used to be .......... #$%^&*(#@. I have a thirty-two year old daughter, Patty, who is divorced. She is a good-looking gal who had a real asshole for a husband who she finally dumped a couple of years ago. She has a great job in the computer industry and visits me about once every three or four months from the other side of the country. I'm in Maryland and she lives in San Diego. Things were going along OK when I got a call from her asking if I'd like to join her on a company paid ten-day vacation to Paris, France. She had won some type of sales contest and the prize was the trip for two to Paris. Since she had divorced the asshole she asked me to take his place. "You betcha honey. Where and when do we meet?" She was going to meet me in a week at the Baltimore Airport where we would get an Air France flight to Paris. Damn, I needed something like this to get me out of the funk I was in. I couldn't be happier. She looked fantastic coming up the jet-way from her California flight and we weren't going to have a long layover in Baltimore. So far so good. The overseas flight on Air France went perfect other than the fact that almost every overseas flight from the US to Europe is a night flight and I hate them; I can never sleep on the damn things. The first three or four days on France were great. We saw a ton of the world famous sights and wore ourselves out traipsing through a number of churches and museums but we laughed and joked the whole time. Patty picked out some superb restaurants and since the cost of food was covered in her prize we ate like royalty. One night we sat in the hotel lounge sipping brandies after a wonderful day just chatting about all we had seen and enjoyed. We had just finished our second drink and she said that she was ready to hit the sack. Her prize only covered a single room but she was able to get one with two queen sized beds so everything had been fine in that regard. She used the bathroom first and when she came out in her nightgown all I could think of was what an asshole her husband really was. She has a body to die for and a job making tons of money. What the hell was he looking for? I shower in the morning so all I had to do in the evening was to brush my teeth and wash my face before bed. This was our fourth night in the city and we had come to bed around ten and I was damn near out on my feet so when I hit the sack it bothered the hell out of me when I heard her sobbing. "Patty, what's wrong honey?" I asked quietly. "Oh Mike, what the heck is wrong with me. I love that I could be here with you but why the hell couldn't I find a husband who appreciated me?" "Patty, that's a question for the ages. There is nothing wrong with you. That guy you were married to is the asshole of all time. I just looked at you when you were getting into bed and thought there would be tens of thousands of guys who would go nuts to be able to be here in my place. Your ex truly needs psychiatric help. Just rest easy honey. You WILL find the right guy and we'll have a great day tomorrow." I whispered. "Mike, can I come over and sleep with you in your bed. You can hold me like you used to do when I was a little girl." "Sure honey. C'mon over." It's a good thing I have the Erectile Dysfunction problem or I would have had a giant hard-on when she came over; daughter or no daughter. I cuddled close to her with my arm around her waist and it wasn't long before she took my hand and moved it up to cup her breast. I never realized just how large and firm her breasts were. "That feels better for me, I hope it won't bother you." "Bother me. It damn sure won't bother me holding a breast like yours." She stayed like that for a few minutes and then rolled over to face me pushing her beautiful breasts hard against my chest and then lifted her face and kissed me. Oh God. "Patty, I have a problem that is going to prevent this from going much further. I have ED and there just isn't any way I could get an erection so if you are thinking of having sex with me my penis won't cooperate." She cuddled even closer and asked, "Are your tongue and fingers incapable too?" Oh my God, she is asking if I would be able to perform oral sex on her and would my fingers be able to give her any pleasure. "Patty, they all work fine if that's what you want." "Mike, I just need to feel that I am wanted." She whispered quietly but with a whimper in her voice. I lifted her chin up to face mine and planted a kiss on her. "Patty, you are wanted all right." As I was saying that I let a hand drop down to her waist and proceeded to lift her nightgown up so my fingers could give her some of the pleasure she was so desperately seeking. She was soaked and my fingers needed no lubrication to enter her. I first had just one finger exploring the folds of her pussy lips and had it go in a little and then I let it slip out and had it join up with another finger. The two of them went in as far as they could and then began a slow but steady movement around her clitoris. At first I had them slide out while lightly touching her clit and then slipped them all the way encouraging her clit to get uncovered. While I was doing this with my fingers I had moved my mouth down to her breasts and let my tongue wander all over them. First up the sides and then I concentrated on her nipples and her breaths were coming faster with each different thing I tried. All of a sudden I stopped and pulled them out of her as I moved my whole body down so my face was in direct line with the lips of her pussy. I used my hands to spread her pussy lips to make way for my face to get all the way against her clit before I was going to let my tongue go to work. By then she was throwing her hips hard at my face and was tossing her head from side to side and biting her hand to keep from making so much noise that we would be attracting the gendarmes. "Oh God, this is unbelievable. Mike, don't ever stop". I moved my face off to the side to make room for my fingers to fuck her pussy while my tongue was still working her clit. Her moans were getting louder and her movements were becoming wilder. Her breathing was getting so fast it was almost scary when she squealed, "I'm coming. Oh God, I'm coming" My hand didn't stop fucking her pussy until she completely came down from her orgasmic high. She pulled me up to her face where she covered my lips with hers and held me tightly. "Oh, this was wonderful for me but it was a horrible thing for us to do. It was sinful and the Lord will never forgive us." "Patty, the Lord doesn't want any one to suffer the way you had with that marriage you were in. You never did a damn thing other than to treat that guy like a king and he just shit on you. Don't tell me the Lord wanted that for you." I was holding her tightly as I was saying all of that but I did have one hand lightly caressing her breasts as I spoke. That seemed to turn her on again and this time she slid down until she had her face opposite my listless cock. She moved one hand inside my boxers and lightly caressed it. She had her fingers going up and down the shaft and then circling the bulbous head of it without any reaction from it. What a damn waste, a sexy thing like her trying to make love to it and it wouldn't respond. She kept her hand doing the same thing over and over until she moved closer and took as much of it as she could deep in her mouth. Oh my God, I am not sure but I think I felt the slightest response from it. Wouldn't that be a kick in the ass if all of the medical experts I had been to couldn't do something a tender blowjob could. Well, it wasn't getting hard but there was some life in it after all. As she was doing this I swung myself around so I was able to bury my face in her pussy while she had my cock in her mouth. That did it, her moans were back and almost as loud as before. "Patty, I think you could get me to have an orgasm if you simply stroked my cock with your soft fingers or continued to go up and down the shaft while it was in your mouth. I don't think it would have to be hard for it to cum." That was all of the advice she needed and it wasn't too long before I could feel the heat start deep within me and then move up to my balls just before I began to shoot a load in her mouth. "Patty, that was terrific. That hasn't happened in years." I said breathlessly. I swung around and held her tightly and she did the same to me. I didn't ever remember feeling so close to anyone. "Patty, we will have to get to sleep if we want to be out and about in the morning." I said as her face came up to meet mine. Once again I just spooned to her with no intention of doing anything else as we were going to sleep. The next morning after getting ready for the day we had breakfast in the hotel dining room and she said that she wanted to do just a little shopping before we did any more sightseeing. "No problem honey, I'll find something to do while you shop. Who knows maybe I'll even do a little shopping of my own." She was going in and out of some the fanciest shops in town and I finally got tired of it and told her I would meet her at a particular street corner in an hour. She agreed and made a dash for some shop or the other. I had my own ideas. I found the place I was looking for a couple of blocks off the main drag, got exactly what I wanted and had them wrap it and went to the corner to wait. She was right on time and was all smiles. "I got what a wanted and even got it on sale." She speaks French so she was able to negotiate with the sales people. "Good for you now let's go back to the hotel and we can show each other what we bought after we have lunch." I suggested. Rather than find our way through the Metro (subway) system I hailed a cab and he had us at the hotel in a few minutes. We had a nice lunch in the hotel dining room and then were ready to go up. When we got up the room she breathlessly opened her package and pulled out a very nice looking scarf that had a famous designer label on it and did a twirling kind of move as she wrapped it around her neck. "Now what did you get?" she asked. ""Hold on, I need to use the bathroom first." When I returned to the room I was nude and had a great dildo strapped on. It was a solid eight inches and rather thick. "My cock was the exact same size as this thing when it got hard but since it doesn't work very well anymore I think I can make up for that with this." I said with a huge smile plastered all over my face. I never knew she could undress so quickly. She was on the bed and beckoning me to join her before I knew it. After leaning over and using my mouth on her lovely breasts I lay beside her and she let her hand trail over the dildo. "Oh my God, I don't think I can ever take all of that in me." "I'll just go as slow and easy as you want and let's see how much you can take before you tell me to stop." I smeared a little lube on it before I pushed it against the lips of her pussy and it slid in a few inches. I kept up the pressure and I soon had about five inches in and more was on its way. She threw her hips up at me and that did it. I had the entire eight inches buried and she was screaming "Fuck me, Yes fuck me." Wow, talk about liking something. I quickly dropped my mouth onto hers and locked her lips in a warm kiss while my hands were grabbing her tits while the dildo was being driven in and drawn out. "Oh yes, Fuck me forever with that." It didn't take long before she had thrown her legs in the air as her orgasm overcame her and was screaming for me to fuck her. Again I dropped my mouth on hers to kiss her and smother her noises. She eventually quieted down and we lay there facing each other and with our lips locked on each other. My hands were lightly caressing her breasts and they seemed to be turning her on again. This woman is insatiable. "Patty, I want you to use your mouth on my cock to see if you can get it to show any more of the life it looked as if it had last night." She slid down on the bed with her hand leading the way to my cock. When she was positioned she let her tongue start licking the shaft and taking just the head of it in her mouth without trying to bury it. She was using her tongue on the bulbous head while she was slowly sliding her hand up and down the shaft. She was both jerking me off while she was sucking me off. Whew, if this didn't work, nothing would. I let my hand get her hair intertwined in my fingers and lightly, ever so lightly put a little pressure on the back of her head towards my cock. I could feel something starting deep within me but it didn't feel anything like me getting aroused but at least there was life in that part of me. Pulling away from her I told her to put her lovely big tits on each side of my balls while she was doing this with her mouth to my cock. I rolled on my back and she rolled over on me and did exactly as I asked. Now I could really feel something starting deep inside and my cock was twitching with life. Holy shit, it was beginning to get hard. Not a world class boner but more life than it had shown in a long long time. She slipped her mouth off and said, "Mike, I think we are getting somewhere. I can feel your shaft getting a lot harder than it has been up until now," and she lowered her mouth back to where she had it. Damn, it really was getting hard. Not stiff enough to be able to ram it into a tight pussy but certainly getting there. She kept her tits surrounding my balls and began to have her mouth go ever faster on my cock. She soon had about five inches buried and I could actually feel it getting harder; not rock hard but a hell of lot stiffer than it had been in years. Wow, the heat was building inside of me and it didn't take much more and I was unloading into her tender mouth. She swallowed it down and then just lay there with it in her mouth and her tongue slowly licking every drop of my juices off me. "Patty, that was terrific. I swear that you'll have me back to normal by the end of the week," and she just laughed saying, "I hope so." We were facing each other and she kept planting one kiss after the other on me and all I could think of was that I was sorrier than hell we were related. She let her hand go back down to my balls and I had my fingers buried in her pussy. I had two fingers in her and began to swish them back and forth and that seemed to drive her a little nuts. "Oh God Dad, what the hell are you doing to me? That feels different than anything you have done so far." "'Different good' or 'different bad'?" I asked. This was the first time she had called me Dad in many years instead of my first name her mother let her use. "Oh hell, you can tell from my breathing it is 'different good'. Keep it up." Just then I thought I'd try something different. I had my index finger soaked with her juice and I let it come out of her pussy and slipped it back in further until it was lightly touching the red bud of her asshole. She squirmed a bit when she felt where it was but when I slid it all the way in she let out a small squeal saying, "I couldn't take your cock up there but your finger feels terrific" I finger fucked her ass for a bit before moving around so I could bury my face in her pussy. She loves my tongue. I then rolled her on her back and slid on top of her. I was going to fuck her in a simple missionary fashion and I felt she would love it. As I positioned the head of it in front of her pussy I locked my lips to hers and she quickly wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and threw her hips at me high and hard. The dildo went in with one long smooth slide and she let out, "Arrrgh, that feels awesome." My thrusting was going to be a lot slower than it had been and I lightly massaged her tits as my dildo went in all the way. She quickly got in sync with my thrusts matching them with her own. She then started something a little different that would have really driven me wild had it been my own cock in her rather than the dildo. When I drove in all the way she began to roll her hips from side to side and around and around when the dildo was at the bottom of our thrusts. It started to get her going even hotter than she had been and I knew it wasn't going to take much of that before she was going to be having a monstrous orgasm. Sure enough she started to throw her hips in the air and locked on to my lips with hers so hard I damn near couldn't breathe. It was a good thing we were kissing for her screams would have been frightening to anyone that would have heard them. "OK sweet lips. Let's get showered and then get back out on the town. There are a whole load of things to see and only a short time to see them as the saying goes." We had heard how spectacular the views are from the tour boats on the Seine River that goes through the city and were anxious to experience them. The recommendations were to take one at night when a lot of the things to see are lit by floodlights and are more breathtaking so we put that 'fun thing to do' on the back burner. This afternoon was going to have us at the top of the Eiffel Tower and we could take the tour boat this evening after dinner. There are multiple elevators taking tourists to the top of the Tower and we were fortunate not to have to wait at all to ride them. We had heard from other tourists they had to wait over an hour to get on them so we were lucky. The views from the top viewing platform do take your breath away and you come away with a much better feel for the 'lay of the land' so to speak. From ground level it is sometimes hard to get a good feel for just how various things relate geographically to one another. When we got to the upper level platform there were only two other couples, there and one of them had finished their sightseeing and soon took the next elevator down. We were left with one other couple up there with us and they were at the other side of the viewing platform with a lot of elevator apparatus between them and us. That was all Pat needed. I was behind her with my arms around her waist looking out over the city when she got all wound up and began to throw her ass back at me and then swirl it around. She let one hand drop to her side and reached back and soon had it inside of my pants and was working my cock fast and furious. I almost shit with embarrassment fearful that the other couple would walk around to our side and see what she was doing. She began to let out loud moans and squeals and then turned her face to me with a big smile. Sure enough, the other couple came rushing around to our side of the platform to see if there was a problem. I looked down at Patty and quickly realized that she was just being a giant tease and I blushed with embarrassment as the other couple just looked at us. Although I was hiding a laugh I made up my mind that I would have to find a way to pay her back. We stayed up there for a good while before coming back down to street level and then just taking a stroll around the long park that's there. It is a quiet peaceful place and we had a long talk about where this new relationship of ours was going. We talked, but didn't resolve a thing. It was getting close to time for dinner and we hadn't thought of a place when all of a sudden it was as if a light went off in Pat's head. "Damn, we just passed one of the best places in town for good food with a view but it will be packed. Le Jules Verne is the place and it is on the middle level of the Eiffel Tower. We were going to have to back to the hotel to at least get jackets to wear so we grabbed a cab. I immediately went over to the concierge and asked him to get us reservations at that restaurant and we wouldn't be satisfied with anything other than a window table. He gave us a big smile and nodded that he would. Pat went past me and rattled off some French shit at him and he smiled even broader. Daughter and Dad Sure enough we went back to the Tower around seven and took the private elevator up to the second landing and when we got off it was like old home week. The Maitre de was all smiles and welcomed us by name and then showed us to what we found to be the best table in the place. I rewarded him with a good tip and then sat and looked out at the city of lights. The view, food and table were fabulous. I asked Pat what the heck she had said to the hotel concierge and she sheepishly said that she had told him if he had arranged what I had asked for in the restaurant I would reward him with a superb tip. That turned him on big time. I'll have to take care of him in the morning for he will be off duty by the time we get back to the hotel tonight. It was a good thing our food was being paid for by Pat's company for this place was very expensive. After dinner it was time for our boat cruise on the Seine. It was only a short ways over to the dock and the area was well lit so we walked over and found that a lot of others had the same idea we had for there were probably a hundred people boarding the boat. No problem for the things held well over two hundred. The cruises are only about an hour in length but the views are truly spectacular. On the outward part of the trip the captain spends a lot of time announcing all of the sights we were passing over a loudspeaker system. When he turns the boat to go back to the dock things get quiet as we are seeing the same sights we had on the outbound leg except from a different angle. After about forty-five minutes I figured it was payback time for what she had done to embarrass me at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Things were quiet on the boat and I spoke out in a very loud clear voice, "No, I'm not going to do that to you with my mouth in one of the confessionals at Sacré Coeur, (Sacré Coeur is a famous basilica in Paris), just because you did me in the Sistine Chapel in Rome." Every head near us turned to see who was saying this and Pat could have died when they fell on us. I continued on with "Oh sure, just because you used your mouth on me doesn't mean I have to do the same for you. That thing of yours will make me sick." By then she wasn't just poking me in the ribs she was punching them and saying, "Will you shut the hell up?" Every other passenger anywhere near us was having a hard time trying to choke back their laughter. The boat was soon near the dock and she got up and dragged me to the gate used to get off and on the boat. She wanted to be the first one off so the other passengers wouldn't get a good look at her. To make matters even worse a bunch of other couples that had been sitting near us all jumped up in an attempt to get off quickly and as we were standing there waiting to dock. One good-looking gal said in a loud clear voice with a French accent. "It would seem only fair that if she did you, you can do her to make it even." The crowd all roared and I said, "Yes, but I didn't tell you when she did to me in the Sistine Chapel. One of the guards saw what she was doing and we had to run to avoid getting arrested and my pants were still open." By then Pat was almost shitting herself and finally turned to the crowd and shouted. "Enough is enough. I embarrassed him at the Eiffel Tower and he said he would pay me back. I'd have to say he just did. " I put on my most innocent face and the crowd roared and gave us a huge round of applause. A good number of couples asked if they could take us for drinks and the rest of the crowd all chanted "drinks with the Yanks." We thanked them for their offer but refused as graciously as we could. She and I walked up the gangplank laughing as hard as we ever had with her punching my arms every other step or two. We stopped at a few night spots for drinks before returning to the hotel for the night and at one spot the drinks were delivered to the table with the waiter saying, "These are compliments of your boating friends." We looked around and finally made eye contact with a couple I recognized from the cruise ship and raised my drink to them mouthing 'Thank you.' They gave us big smiles and turned back to the friends they were with. When we got back to the hotel I said I was going to shower before turning in for the night and she said she would do the same. The shower was too small for the two of us at one time so I let her go first and followed right behind. We both had the same idea when we hit the bed and that was sixty-nine. She seemed to be dying to suck my cock and I was anxious to give her pussy some excitement. She was soon doing her thing with her hand stroking my shaft while her mouth was doing its' magic on the head of it and I had spread the lips of her pussy with my hands to let my face and tongue in to work on her clit and the depths of her pussy. After a few minutes of that I let my face slide down with my tongue busily licking it's way to the bottom of her pussy. I then let my face slide under her to the point that my tongue was in line with the red lips of her ass. I slowly let my tongue lick around it before having it penetrate her ass for an inch or so. Patty flipped out. She took her mouth off my cock and almost screamed, "Yes, Yes, Oh God yes. Please don't stop Mike. Please, please." Damn, I had hit a gold mine with that last move. She showed more excitement with my tongue up her ass than anything else I had ever done to her. I reached down and pushed her head back to where her mouth was in line with my cock again and she got the message and resumed what she was doing before and I again buried my tongue in her ass. Her excitement didn't seem to stop as she moved her own hands down to the back of my head and pulled it to her ass. By then I had let a hand slide up so my fingers could lightly massage a nipple. That helped even more. She was throwing herself around the bed so fast and hard that her movement pulled her ass away from my mouth and then took her mouth from my cock and screamed, "do my ass again Mike." She had turned into a real wild woman. Instead of just holding my cock in her hand and working on the head of it she removed her hand and dropped her mouth almost to the bottom of my shaft before raising it up again and then dropping it again. She was taking over six inches in her mouth and I really could feel something deep in her throat. She kept this up until she exploded with my tongue up her ass. Her explosion wasn't anything like the orgasms she had had up until now.... this one was enormous. She was throwing her body around as if it were a rag doll and had taken my cock deeper than I ever imagined a gal could do. Her breaths were way too fast and I had to do something to slow it down or we could be in real trouble. I slid up in the bed and simply wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as I kissed her ever so softly. "Oh Mike, that was unbelievable." "I know honey, I know. Just hold me tight and relax." I ran my hands up and down her back and just whispered sweet nothings in her ear. It took about five minutes of this before she was breathing anywhere near normal again. Whew, I have to be careful and not get her that excited again. Her orgasm was fine for her but even though my cock had started to show some signs of life it still hadn't gotten hard. "Patty, my cock is feeling neglected." "Oh hell, we can't have that now can we?" as she slid down and resumed her position of having one hand sliding up and down my shaft while her tongue was gently going over the head of my cock. I had moved my mouth to be able to suck on her breasts as she was working on my cock and it all felt great. "Patty, I am feeling something better than I did last night. Keep doing what you are doing." Sure enough my cock was actually getting hard. Another few minutes and it was actually back to its old ways and I quickly pulled her mouth off it and I dropped down and slipped my cock in her pussy to the hilt. "Mike, you have it in me as far as the dildo was." "I know baby, it's almost back to normal. I am going to fuck you this way to see if I can have an orgasm." I pumped away for five or more minutes while my hands were wandering all over her breasts. Sure enough I was soon filling her pussy with my juices. "Patty, you have my load deep inside of you." "Wow, we did it. I knew we could bring it back to life." "You're the one who did it honey. Practically every doctor in Maryland tried and failed. "Patty, I hadn't told you up until now since it seemed pointless but I don't need condoms since I had a vasectomy some years back and from then on I only shoot blanks --- no babies." "Oh great for that would have been something, getting pregnant by my own father." "No sweat Pat, it can't happen." I pulled her close to me and we just hugged each other until we fell asleep. We awoke still holding each other the way we fell asleep the night before but sometime during the night I had moved around so that I had one hand holding her breast the same way I had a few nights back. When she was fully awake she spent the next few minutes rubbing the sleep from her eyes and then just looked at me and said, "Hey stud. Are you the guy who fucked me last night? The one with a cock the same size as that of a dildo" "Yep, that's me. Although I must tell you that it was some good looking gal who did some magic to my cock and got it to stand at attention rather than it's usual position of 'at ease'." We both lay there just laughing at our silliness. "Mike, we only have a few days left on our vacation and with the way things turned out between us we absolutely need to do some serious talking. How about if we get up, shower, dress and go down and have breakfast and then go for a walk down along the river and try and thrash things out for us?" "Sounds like the right thing to do honey. You hit the shower while I am shaving," It was about forty-five minutes later that we were on the elevator going down for our breakfast. Afterwards we grabbed a cab and had him take us to the ramp we could go down to get onto the walkway along the Seine. She started the conversation with the question. "Where do each of think this is going between us? First you're my father and second if anyone knew we fucked like rabbits they would turn their back on us as friends. Second, we live at opposite sides of the country so it's not as if we could carry on a dating relationship. Third, I love you dearly, much more than just my father but also as a lover and very-very close friend. So there, they are some of the thoughts I have been thinking wrestling with. What are yours?" "Well honey, I have had the very same thoughts and have tried to rationalize how we could address each of them. First, let me take the distance between us problem. As you know, I retired from the company a few years back with a very-very nice pension. In addition I did very well in the stock market and for some unexplained, but very fortunate reason, pulled out of it before the crash. So with my pension and the income from my investments I don't have a money worry in the world. All that being said I could easily sell my house and move to where you are. I could then either move in with you and you could explain me away as simply saying my dad has come to live with me or I could get a place near yours and we could see each other that way." I went on to say, "Patty, as much as I would love to be living with you it would certainly put a damper on your ability to find another husband candidate so if we get close to choosing that option you would have to give that a lot of thought." Her eyes rolled around a bit before she said, "Wow, you really have thought about this haven't you? As far as a husband candidate problem I think I would be willing to rule that out. I don't want to have any children and I can't imagine finding anyone who treats me with the love and respect that you do. Dad, if you weren't my father I would marry you in a heartbeat." We must have walked a good few miles before turning to go back to where we started. Near the end of our walk she looked at me to say, "I don't think we are any closer to figuring out what to do than we were when we started this walk." "I agree but at least I think we have laid out the options that we are faced with." I answered. She laughed and said, "You just said 'we have laid out,' Talk about getting laid, let's go back to the hotel and fuck." I damn near pissed my pants laughing. The next few days went pretty much like those that went before meaning we did a little sightseeing, ate some great food and fucked our brains out. We were saddened when it came time to leave France but deep down were going to be glad to get home and make some kind of decision as to what we were going to do about our relationship. We flew into Baltimore where she caught another flight to San Diego. The flight from France was long enough but she had another five hours before her final touchdown. UGH. I thrashed our situation over and over and the best solution I could come up with was for me to move to the San Diego area and see where it went from there. If she went along with that decision she would have to make the decision as to where I was going to live out there. She had bought a good sized house when she got her job so there was plenty of room in it for me but as we had discussed in France it could put a major damper on her life if she was looking for a future mate. I called her the next day and told her my thoughts and asked that she not make any decision right them but to wait a week or so. She agreed. Five days later my phone rang and when I saw her number on the caller indicator, I sat down to be prepared for whatever she had decided. Her sweet voice came over my handset saying, "Do I have to fly east to get laid or are you coming out her to take care of my problem?" I quietly answered, "Well, now that my equipment has been repaired there are about a half-dozen young babes in the neighborhood waiting for me to invite them in for the night so I am not sure I can get away real soon." Staying right with my poor attempt at humor she came back with, "Make sure you have enough clean white towels you are going to need to mop up the blood from an amputated cock for that is what you will be facing if you aren't here tomorrow." "Well, I'll have to disappoint them and get right out there to get with the old gal who wants me there so fast." "I'll 'Old Gal' your ass," she laughed "Now keep in mind the young babes who want to be with me here are no older than their late twenties. Not one over thirty among them; two of them are virgins so that should be interesting. Maybe I'll talk one of them into accompanying me out to see the 'Old Gal'. Perhaps she could eat your pussy while you are sucking my cock and then we could switch." "Mmmmm, that would be interesting. If you can talk her into making the trip alone you could stay there with the other five and I'll take care of the one who comes out to see the 'Old Gal'" "Oooooh I knew you went that way. Falling in love with my cock was just a big act on your part." "Cut the shit and get your ass on a plane in the morning. I have already made a reservation for you on the nine AM flight out of Baltimore. Be on it." "Wow, you really are horny aren't you?" I answered. "You'll see when you get here. I might even rent a van we can use in the airport parking lot rather than have to wait for the twenty minute ride to my place." I followed on with, "You better be extremely nice to me for I have a surprise for you that you'll flip over." The flight out was a breeze. She had gotten me a seat in first class so the food and booze was everything I would ever want. When I got up the jet way and into the terminal I could see one of the biggest smiles imaginable. To say that Patty looked happy to see me would have been a hell of an understatement. I was greeted with, "Hi Mike, Great to see you." "Happy to be here Patty. You're looking better every time I see you." "C'mon and let's get down to baggage retrieval so we can get out of here," she said sort of out of breath. Waiting for my bags at an airport carousel is not high on my fun things to do list and one hell of a waste of time. Patty wasn't big on this waste of time either for she started climbing all over me in the carousel area. First hugging and then kissing right up to the point where I had to say, "Remember the cruise boat on the Seine," and that sent her into hysterics and made her quieten down a bit. Damn, she looked terrific and I was glad to be with her again. The ride to her place only took about twenty minutes once we got away from the airport and I was amazed when I saw her house. It was California adobe and sat on a hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean and absolutely took my breath away. "Holy shit babe. Is this yours or the banks?" "Well, I had a couple of great years a few years back and the commissions on two deals I brought in paid for this place. So it is mine free and clear." "What can I say but 'Congratulations,' it looks superb." She took my hanging bag and I grabbed my rolling case and one other bag and we went in through the garage. We were not more than a few feet in the place when she dropped my bag on a table and threw her arms around me and locked my lips in hers. "God, I missed you so much. It seemed as if we have been apart for months." She whimpered. "Mike, I haven't thought about another thing ever since we parted at the Baltimore airport a week or so ago and my decision is made and I just hope you will agree." Oh shit, where is this going to go? I was looking at her waiting for her announcement when she threw her arms around my neck again and kissed me deeply. This time her tongue was searching out mine as quickly as she could. She pushed herself away from me and announced, "Mike, I want you to sell your place and move in with me here. I have considered every other option and none of them appeal to me. I have given a lot of thought to the main objection you raised and that was with you here in my house it would present a major obstacle in trying to find a husband. Well, guess what. After days and nights thinking about it I realized I don't want to find a husband and that is final so don't say another word about it." My answer was "WOW." She didn't say another word but picked up my hanging suit bag and simply said, "follow me." I did and she led me into a huge bedroom that had a door connecting it to another huge bedroom. "Well only use one but the other will be for show when company comes." She dropped my bag on the back of a chair and began taking her clothes off. I quickly joined her and we were soon wrapped in each others embrace with our hands exploring the others body and our mouth locked onto the others lips. It seemed as if it had been forever since we were this close and it had only been a week. "Mike, I love you and I don't want to live apart from you. So there, I've said it." "Patty, I love you too and not just like a father loves a daughter. I love you as a woman and as someone who makes me enjoy life more than I can speak about and I am NOT referring to sex. I am overjoyed you have chosen the option of my coming to live with you and we WILL make it successful and without consequences. I promise." I turned and picked up my luggage and began to carry it into the bedroom that didn't appear to have ever ben occupied. I went back and got my hanging bag and took it into the closet and hung it up. I began to empty the suitcases of my underwear, sweaters, socks and toilet articles and she just stood there watching this. She finally said with a joyful tone in her voice, "Well, it looks as if you are here to stay. Now what was that about a surprise you had for me?" Daughter and Dad "Well, we ought to hit the sack so I can talk about it with you." I said with a somewhat devilish look on my face. We were both naked by now and I went in to her bedroom and pulled down the spread and just lay there waiting for her to join me. I didn't have long to wait before she was on the bed on top of me and smothering me with her kisses. I dropped down and spread her pussy lips with my fingers to make room for my mouth to search out her clit. Her moaning started right then and I was hoping the walls of her place were just a little bit soundproof for I knew how loud she could get when she got aroused. She slid down and turned herself so we were in the right position for sixty- nine. Wow, it had been a week and she already had my cock standing almost all the way at attention and she had barely touched it. I licked her pussy lips before I moved my mouth into her and she started to go a little wild. I then did what got her so aroused during one of our final times in Paris. I moved my face under the cheeks of her ass and positioned my tongue in line with the ruby red lips of her asshole. I then let my fingers lightly explore the area before I pushed my tongue up her ass at least an inch or so. Wow, that did it. She was flying all over the bed and tossing her hips from side to side. All of a sudden I pulled my face away and sat up and looked at her. She asked. "What's wrong Mike?" "Nothing honey but now is the right time to show you your surprise" and I got up and fetched something out of my suitcase and brought it back to the bed. I was a shiny wooden rod about five inches long and three quarters of an inch in diameter. It was ribbed almost its entire length and had a silver ring attached to one end. It tapered at the opposite end of the ring. "Lay back down Patty." She did and I again moved between her legs and had my face right in front of her asshole. The difference was that this time I wasn't going to give her ass any attention by my mouth but by this small butt dildo. It was basically the same diameter as an index finger and would only be inserted at the most three inches. The remainder of its length was only for me to hold on to as I was fucking her ass with it and the ring would let me pull it out of her if I got carried away and rammed it in too deep.. I first slipped it into her vagina to get it lubricated a little and then moved it down to the real target; her asshole. I pushed it in a little and she showed excitement but she really couldn't tell the difference between it any my finger so far. It was only when I pushed it in another inch or so that she felt the full impact of it and this time she went absolutely nuts. I remembered how she went over the edge the time before in Paris with my finger and how much that concerned me so this time I pulled it out a little so I only had about two inches inside of her. She still went crazy but I was carefully monitoring her behavior and moved it out a little more and then had my tongue feverishly licking her pussy lips. Unlike with my finger in her ass I could slide the butt plug in and out up to three inches and that sent her over the top. Once again her orgasm was huge and I quickly pulled the plug out of her ass and climbed up and rammed my now rock hard cock deep in her pussy and that sent her even further over the top. "Mike, where the hell have you been all of my adult life? You are unbelievable." I kept on pumping her pussy with my cock and it wasn't long before I was ready to let go. I instantly pulled out of her pussy and slid up to her face and pushed my cock at the lips of her mouth. She opened wide and I slipped it almost all the way in and then shot load after load and she swallowed every drop. She put her arms around my hips and pulled my cock as far in her mouth as she could get it and then just stayed like that with her tongue going round and round the head of it. Damn, I am sure glad I am moving out here! "Patty, just so you know. I am going to take charge of the butt plug for I am afraid you'll do yourself harm with it and I can control that. I'll give you plenty of enjoyment with it but I have to control it." She put on a big theatrical pout and said, "OK Daddy." As the word "Daddy" came out of her mouth a gave her a hard slap on her ass and said, "If I'm going to be your 'Daddy' I'll have to teach you better manners little girl." And we both had a good laugh. Well, things are going very well with her working, me doing a lot of the cooking and our taking some mini vacation trips at least once a month. Life is fantastic and I'll try and keep you posted if I get the energy to write. Every night sex is tough. PS: I've been trying to get her to take at least part of my cock up her ass but no luck so far. Daughter and Dad's Wish is the Same I had just driven up from the city to visit my daughter. She was a beautiful young woman of 19, with sky blue eyes, silky, shoulder length sandy blond hair which flowed gently in the wind, a trim, curvaceous petite body, and an attitude! Chrissie had been attending the local community college in neighboring Sommerville, and had come home to her mother's house for the short semester break. We had been great friends for years, sharing all kinds of adventures, and spending as much quality time together as any father and daughter could while living a couple hours away. When I pulled into the driveway I saw a group of young people in Chrissie's front yard. She was nowhere to be seen until she came running out from the group to meet me. "Daddy, we expected you earlier; did you run into trouble?" "No," I answered......"just the routine 8-car pileup on 33 highway. You know the stretch, where I taught you to drive...??" At that point I noticed that my daughter was wearing a very tiny, revealing string bikini. I told her to go inside and put on some clothes immediately before she got arrested for public indecency. She half scoffed at me, with an "Oh, Daddy," but went inside anyway without the usual argument that we, as two strong-willed people normally had over petty issues. Although I thought her complacency was a little odd and out of character, I realized that she was becoming a little more agreeable as she grew up. I couldn't help but gawk at my beautiful daughter, especially today when she was wearing something that left very little to the imagination. But as usual I didn't stare and appeared completely nonchalant, although her young womanly beauty always made my heart race a little. I desperately did not want her to know that sometimes I couldn't help but admire her beauty as much as any other man might, and cerainly more than a father was supposed to. I was also in a constant state of denial that I had any lustful feelings for my lovely girl, and worried that she possibly perceived that I did. I followed her into the house, and asked where her mother was. I hadn't seen her car and her Mom had not told me that she would be gone during my visit. The two of us had been divorced for several years, but I managed to spend quite of bit of time with Chrissie, my pal, my fellow comic, clown, 'partner in crime and mischief' and only child. Chrissie yelled back from her bedroom, "Mom's in Stratton, shopping with Beth." I thought this was unusual, as Chrissie's Mom didn't usually leave town during my visits. I maintained a close friendship with Chrissie's Mom, Betty, and it was routine for me to stay over in the spare bedroom when I came to visit. I Iived in Springdale, two hours to the south, and got to see my daughter about once or twice a month. Recently, during Chrissie's first year in college our visits had slacked off considerably. College meant many new activities for Chrissie, and I spent more time with my girlfriend in Springdale. This weekend was different though, as Chrissie and I were going up to my relatives' reunion in lower Canada, a short drive from her city. Chrissie asked me from her bedroom if I could help her with something. I said certainly, and walked through the open door of her bedroom after a short knock. She laughed and said, "you don't have to knock if I ask you to help me, Daddy, just drop what you're doing and hurry!" I chuckled and asked what was so important. She said, turning around, "see this double knot tied by Jennie Lou?" I'm being held hostage by her ineptness in knot-tying!" Sure enough, Jennie Lou had tied the back strap of Chrissie's very skimpy halter top in a very tight square knot. Chrissie's bikini bottom had ridden up over her butt cheeks, leaving her creamy white, perfect little ass almost completely uncovered. As usual, I quickly looked away, not wanting to stare at or ogle my daughter, especially partially naked. "Okay Chrissie, turn around," I said, and I began untying the knot, which seemed to be tied so securely that Houdini would have had trouble with it. Quickly the knot was free, and I told my daughter to change into something rated at least PG-13 as I left her room. Before I could get to the door, Chrissie asked me if I could help her just a little more. She had gone to the fitness center at the college last night, and exercised vigorously for several hours on the equipment. Every muscle in her body was so sore she said, that it was an effort to move. "Daddy, would you rub my back, like you did when I was a kid?" "I think I can work on it," I obligingly responded, giving my daughter a pat on the head. As I started to massage her back, she said, "I'm going to lie down, Dad; do you really think you can give me a decent back rub while standing there like a hairdresser??" I again laughed and said well, Chrissie, you got me there, as I sat down next to her on the bed. I told her that I really wanted to get going to see Bruno Langston, my former college roommate who was home from the city for the weekend." Well, Bruno can wait, Dad, I'm hurting so bad that I may need a body cast just to keep from moving. And don't even THINK about telling me any of your stale jokes that you know I'll laugh at. Any laugh right now would be more painful than you could imagine." " So that means I don't talk at all, huh?" "You got it, Pop! Just shut up and work!" This made ME laugh, which I hid from Chrissie, not wanting to make her laugh. I marveled at how nicely my lovely young daughter had filled out. Her skimpy halter top was loose, and the straps were lying on either side of her smallish, milky white, perfectly rounded breasts which the loose straps had partially revealed on either side of her absolutely flawless young body. Just for a moment I thought how she'd grown into such a beautiful and sexy young woman, after years of awkwardness as a thin little girl. As I finished massaging her upper back and got up to go, she said sarcastically, "so a licensed massage therapist like you is going to try and get away with THAT??" I quietly laughed, reminding her that I was a social worker, not a masseur. "Well, you certainly give Kate wonderful massages, I hear," Chrissie mockingly replied, smiling with a 'gotcha' grin. I blushed a little and asked how she knew this, and if my girlfriend, Kate confided this much? "Well,' Chrissie replied, 'that's for me to know and you to find out; you'd be surprised at how much we women share," with another smirking grin, even bigger than the last one. I shook my head and asked my daughter jokingly if she wanted 'hush money' for what she knew. "There you go, Daddy....I told you not to make me laugh!" Just massage my lower back, she said as she guided my hand to the small of her back, then down to the top of her soft, shapely little butt. I gulped when she did this, but before I knew it she led my surprised hand down a little more, over the beautifully rounded contour of her butt and to the delicately curved, soft side of her hip. She rubbed my hand gently over this area briefly, then brought my incredulous hand back up to her lower back and side. She told me to massage her firmly there, and sighed softly when I stroked her velvety smooth skin. "Oh, this is great, Dad, I'll give you about a week to stop! Please, the soreness should be out by tonight with this type of treatment." I realized at this point that my cock had become hard as a rock, and I quietly started to breath deeper. I was massaging my petite daughter's lower back where it meets her butt and around her side, very close to 'areas of no return.' I knew all too well that this was where Dads don't go! I stopped for a moment to regain my 'composure,' when Chrissie reached for and firmly put my hand back where it had been. She whined for me to please continue, and that she was beginning to feel better. "Oh, alright," I said, agreeably and quietly as I untucked my shirt tail so that my swollen member did not show. I felt so embarrassed and a little taken aback at being so turned on by my own daughter, and told Chrissie that I really had to hurry to see Bruno. "No, she purred slowly. You don't get away that easily. You come home to see me, and you're going to let me suffer with a sore body???" I was sweating by now and laughed nervously, saying that I could only help her with her back. Her 'body' would have to be fixed up by someone else like her mother. "Oh, you've always helped me, Dad, and you're doing such a great job. Here, just finish it, damnit, she said," turning back to grin at me with a little wink. Oh, my God, I thought....what did she expect, for me to really 'finish her,' like I'd perceived? Oh no, I said, I'm not going any further. I've already massaged you in places I haven't seen in years. I'm sorry, but you've got to use the heating pad or get someone else now. I got up, turning around to leave quickly so the bulge in my pants would not be seen. As I got up, Chrissie also got up, pressing her hot little body tightly against my back, and firmly wrapped her arms around my waist in a bear hug. I made a face that she couldn't see....like 'oh my god,' how did I get into this??! Then she released her grip and asked me to turn around and talk before I left. Her top was loosely hanging by the flimsy neck strap, and the released side straps hung down by her arms, leaving the beautifully rounded sides of her firm little breasts exposed. Her pointed, eager little nipples stood up at full attention like twin sentinels. The only thing holding the abbreviated top on her was the flimsy little neck strap of the small halter top, which was delicately attached with a small bow knot tied behind her neck. And this was held in place only by my daughter's partially exposed, pinkish little nipples on which the loosened side straps rested. She asked me if I would massage her front, and that it would be nothing I hadn't seen many times when she was younger. Chrissie then laid back on the bed, on her back this time. I gulped and quickly sat down by her, so as to keep my huge erection covered. My member was far from large, but performing this type of service had brought it to complete attention, which it had not been in a long time. "Chrissie, I said insistently....I'm just not going any further with this massage. I'm your father, and touching you like this is not a proper thing for a father to do." She frowned disappointedly as she got up, and came over to me with a little hug. As she did this, her top swung to one side, and one small, perfect breast was completely visible. I gasped to myself and thought how I definitely should not be here. Before I could get that sentiment out, my daughter bent down to my face level and crouching beside me, gave me a little kiss on the cheek. She was wearing a knockout perfume...one that took on her own blossoming fragrance of young womanhood.. I admitted to her, "Chrissie, I cannot go on with this massage. I'm only human, and this is taking a toll on me. I'm your father and I'm not supposed to be put in this position." My daughter gave me her usual pouting little kiss on the lips, and said that she knew that I might not feel completely comfortable, but her body was on fire with sharp pains from over-exercising. She also said that I was the only person she knew who could give a great massage. "Please, Dad, just this once?" "Okay, I said, but if I do, I'm at least going to take a little break now, laughing sarcastically at my own awkwardness." She smiled and told me she understood, and to take all the time I needed, but please just 'finish the job.' I told her I was going for some water then, and quickly exited the room. I came back in about five minutes, and found that she had gotten under the sheet on the bed. I looked a little puzzled and jokingly asked if she'd run out of clothes. "No, Dad, she replied, I just took off my bikini and got under the sheet so you could massage me without feeling uneasy or embarrassed." I had regained my composure with the five minute break, but hearing this and seeing my beautiful daughter's fully outlined naked body under the sheet brought my dick back to a full 45 degree angle within seconds. Chrissie closed her eyes and stretched her arms out by her sides. In doing so, her breasts became even more outlined and visible through the thin sheet. Here Dad, Chrissie said as she took my hand, this is where I really hurt. My 'pecs' are screaming with pain. I almost yelled out when she placed my hand on her right breast and gently rubbed it over the rock-hard little nipple which I had seen even through the sheet. She gently rubbed my hand over her hardened nipple and velvet soft breast several times, til I thought I would come in my pants. "Chrissie, I can't do this. You're my daughter and this is not right!" "Well you don't have to massage this area," she said, as she directed my captive hand down toward her flat stomach and navel. "Here's another place that's on fire with pain. Please use your magic hands here," she begged, reminding me how sore she was. I sighed a little with relief, knowing I wouldn't have to massage her beckoning and erect little breasts. My daughter had always gotten anything she wanted from me, and it looked like a full body massage was not an exception at this time. I gently but firmly massaged her stomach with little firm, circular movements of my fingertips. This massage technique was used by the guy who had massage my own sore muscles. She started to breath a little heavily and almost gasped to inhale. My own breathing I realized was also labored and quickened. "Chrissie, this must be doing you some good, as you're breathing a sigh of relief." "No, Dad....your hands are really magic! Don't even THINK about stopping what you're doing!" I frowned with worry at her words, but it was too late to remove my hand from her stomach. I gasped at what she did next.... Both Chrissie's hands grasped my hand as she placed it right on her damp little cunt. "You see, Daddy, you're not the only one to be "embarrassed" shall we say," as her shaky little chuckle broke into a deep moan. She softly rubbed my hand up and down over her perfect little pussy until it was soon completely wet. "Chrissie, what......?!!" But before I could object, she slid my index finger into her tight, wet little hole.....Oh god, this is my daughter doing the unthinkable. I gasped with disbelief, wondering how I gotten into this situation, and how I'd get out. I was now past the point of objecting, as my 'little head' overruled the big one! I completely lost it and pushed her hands out of the way when my daughter said, "oh Daddy, don't stop now." I then moved my head over her, spread her legs and parted her little cunt lips with my thumbs. Then on fire, I started cleaning the inside of her overflowing mound with my tongue. I sucked the pungent, slightly salty nectar out of her beautiful, gushing little pussy, while running my educated tongue down into her hot little hole, then brought my quickly gyrating tongue up toward her hard pea-sized clit. My hands massaged fully her beautifully rounded ass, while my finger explored the inner parts of her tight, hot little asshole. My tongue quickly flicked her hardened clit til it had in seconds grown about three times as large as it had been. By this time Chrissie was agonizingly begging me for more, and I sucked her engorged clitoris into my mouth. I was rapidly finger fucking her asshole, simultaneously. This caused my daughter to flail and yell obscenities which were punctuated with growling little animal noises, which I had not heard from any other woman. My daughter had stopped moaning earlier when I started to give her head, and was then almost screaming wildly and mercilessly as I performed my unplanned special 'massage.' Her pelvis had writhed vigorously and instinctively in a breathless effort to get as much of my tongue into her as possible. I feverishly continued as I lustfully pleasured my wildly turned on body, now completely out of control and out of my mind with the excitement of the moment. By this time I was sucking all of the love juice out of her perfect, smallish cunt. This made me crazy with excitement and so hot that I couldn't remember whether or not I'd ever been this frenzied. "Oh Daddy," she half screamed and gaspingly asked, "do you know how long I've waited for this???" I said "what?!", by now not capable of raising my head from her delicious little pussy. Her fantastic and overpowering fragrance was unlike anything I'd ever smelled. Chrissie's young womanly scent was beyond the finest perfume I knew of, and this natural aroma was unimaginably exciting. I somehow gasped hoarsely, "no, I didn't know you wanted this.....but now I'm afraid it's too late to turn back." "I've begged you for the last half-hour to excuse me, but now I'll have to finish the job," I said. She whimpered and happily moaned, "you mean you're really going to finish the job, like I asked you thirty minutes ago?" When I heard this I stopped giving her head just for a moment, and raised up to look at her in shear disbelief. "You don't know what you're saying, Chrissie".... "Yes Dad, she emphatically said, I've wanted you as long as you've wanted me." "Oh my god," I uttered, "how did you know," thinking that I'd completely hidden my secret forbidden desire. "I quietly spied on you and Mom for years, and was so sad that I couldn't get the same treatment," Chrissie lamented. "I knew you loved me as much as you loved Mom, but could not understand why I wasn't allowed in your arms like Mom. Do you think that women, even little women...are completely naive," She teasingly asked, while still breathing like a race horse. Chrissie told me how my body language, my quick glances and other subtle actions had all told her that I was thinking of her as more than a daughter. "Besides," she said, "Jennie Lou has noticed the same thing with her own Dad." I continued to gently and innocently stroke her upper belly only, not wanting her go back into hysterics like she'd been before. I had to find out just what tipped her off about how I fought my secret feelings of wanting her. She told me that these feelings by fathers of daughters were not uncommon from what she had learned, hearing the girls chat in high school last year. I remembered how she would bend down at every opportunity when she was with me during 8th and 9th grade, and how I would quickly look away, to avoid seeing her new breasts which she seemed to be trying her best to show off to the world. I'd even thought about reprimanding her about this, but wondered if I secretly liked it, and was a little bit too afraid and embarrassed to tell her mother, even if I'd really wanted to. As she blossomed into young womanhood I realized I definitely liked it when she showed off her modest but beautiful little body. Of course the only reason I tried my best to avoid looking at her was that as her father, and this was not right or acceptable. I thought now that she'd somehow known earlier that I really wanted to look at her, regardless how uninterested I seemed at the time. This conversation had brought me back to reality. I was about to make love to my own daughter! My own daughter. This thought overwhelmed me as I swiftly started to get up. "Chrissie, this is just something that I cannot on with," I said, trying desperately to convince her, and convince myself. Then she did something that was hard to believe. With both hands clasped firmly around my neck, she gently pulled my head down so that my face was almost touching hers. She then pulled me a little closer, til I could feel her hot, quick breath in my mouth. I jumped as she pushed her soft, velveteen tongue into my mouth, and started to run her tongue around the open lips of my startled, gaping mouth. This was more than I could bear, or even tear myself away from. Daughter and Dad's Wish is the Same I then met her eager tongue with my own, and as our lips wetly massaged each others, I teased my tongue into her mouth, which she opened wide in anticipation. I then gently but quickly rubbed the tip of my tongue against hers, and stroked the roof of her mouth, which provoked a very sharp cry of passionate desperation, then agonized moaning and pleading for me not to stop. Quickly, in a nanosecond, my clothes flew off...how they did, I don't remember. Before I knew it, my body was gently hovering over hers. I then arched my back a little so that I my cock would meet her hole, and without positioning it, I thrust my member deeply and all the way into her wet little pussy, eliciting a loud shriek from Chrissie, from joyful pain. She grasped the sides of my arms with such force that I recoiled a little from the pain of her sharp nails cutting into me....I hardly realized this, though, as I was busy thrusting into and pulling back my stone hard dick in and out of my beautiful girl, now as much a woman as I'd ever known. I penetrated her so deeply that our pelvic bones hurt with the bashing force of my strong thrusts into her. She met these thrusts with equally punishing thrusts of her own, and a vigorous rocking pelvic motion, which forced her clit down hard against the sensitive top of my dick as I pulled out. She then rocked her pelvis up, which caused her tight little hole to meet my plunging cock at the perfect angle. This drove me to the brink. Our strokes then became faster and harder, til my daughter wailed shakily in a hoarse rasp that she was about to come. Hearing this, I could hold out no longer, as I felt the same thing. I began to shudder as I thrust even harder, so that she started to rigidly shake uncontrollably while pulling me into her with much more strength than a young woman should have. I began to wail and cry out, myself, as I rammed into her, full force, and then shot what felt like a liter of hot cum into my girl. This caused her orgasm to increase, as her cunt muscles clamped like a wrench onto my steel dick. She shook even more and screamed passionately, while holding her arms around my neck with so much force that it almost strangled me. This caused us to stay fully joined, my member completely into her, and her overflowing little pussy locked onto my rock hard cock for dear life. "Oh, how I love you, Daddy. I love you so much." We lay in each others arms for almost a half hour, caressing and kissing gently, while stroking each others heads, faces, necks and upper bodies. We smiled at each other and sweetly nuzzled like lovers....with absolutely no regret. "I do love you, Chrissie...I've always loved you so much. But I'm so sorry this happened. I feel so bad, and just want you to know that I acted on unthinking impulse and didn't listen to my better judgment. Please forgive me, Sweetie. I'm so very sorry." "There's nothing to forgive, Dad, and please don't be sorry. I set you up. The rest happened 'naturally,' " she said with a mischievous little smile, "and a little help from my careful planning.You see, the only reason Mom went to Stratton was because of the huge sale at the mall which I told her of last night. And you know how mom likes to shop. I knew you'd tell me to change into my regular clothes, and that's why I put my bikini on in the first place. Just like clockwork, you men are so predictable! The knot, I tied, myself. I did go to the fitness center last night, but muscles are perfectly okay." "You see, what you did was actually what I planned in the first place." "Oh Chrissie, you're so evil! But I think you get it from me, as I have to admit that I'vesecretly wanted you since you grew into such lovely womanhood." "I know, Dad, I know......I've wished the same thing about you, and I'm so sorry I tricked you. Please forgive me." "There's nothing to forgive, Chrissie. I've told you that I've also thought about this. Many of us men dream of our daughters in this way from what I've heard, but just suppress our inner urges with guilt and shame and pretend that we don't have these feelings. I guess it took a headstrong daughter who's too much like her Dad for me to stop denying my own feelings. I can't believe this has finally happened, and it was so fantastically wonderful, and absolutely beyond my wildest dreams." Chrissie smiled at me and whispered, as the smile broke into a grin, "same here, Dad." "Chrissie, I do love you, but I'm having so much trouble now thinking of you as my little girl." "Well Dad, Chrissie quietly replied, hopefully you've gotten some idea that I'm no longer your..... 'little girl.' "