4 comments/ 145064 views/ 61 favorites My Sexy Daughter By: littlejenni1985 Jan and I fell in love as soon as we saw one another. We were high school sweethearts. Her long black hair reflected light like a mirror. Her eyes were so dark they were almost black. They were so alive and so expressive that they made my heart jump every time I looked at her. Her personality was bubbly and compassionate. She had a killer body and a mind to match. She could solve complex problems on second and the next is screwing my brains out all night. We married right out of high school and our daughter was born less than a year later. She was my rock. She was my heart and soul. She had given me everything I had ever wanted, including our daughter, Beth. There was only one problem. She died last year. She was coaching a girls basketball team at our church and had a massive heart attack during practice. The autopsy showed that her heart was malformed, probably since birth. It has been over a year since Jan left me. Our daughter, Beth, was seventeen when she died. She had the horror of watching her mother die, as she was part of the team. To say we were both devastated would be the understatement of the millennium. I must say that Beth has recovered much quicker than I have. She seems to be back to her normal self, while I am still dejected and depressed most of the time. My problem was that I couldn't face the fact that she was gone. Beth immersed herself in trying to replace her mother. This seems to have worked for her. She does all the things that her mother did around the house. She does the laundry and the dishes. She even organizes the meals for the week like her mom used to do, although she hasn't quite got cooking down, yet. But then again, neither did her Mom when we first married. Beth is getting better though. We sat at the dinner table one night. Beth had just outdone herself on dinner. I glanced at her quickly. I saw her mother. I began to cry. "Daddy, why are you crying?" she asked. "I'm sorry Honey, but sometimes I look at you and I can see your mother. You look so much like her." I said. She walked to me and put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "I miss her a lot," she said. I hugged her back. "Yea, me too. But I have you and I'm going to be just fine." I said. "Daddy, do you remember when we used to go do things like go see a baseball game or go to the circus? She asked. "Yea, Honey, I do," I answered, "Why?" "How come we haven't done anything like that for a long time?" she asked. "Well, Beth, I guess it's because I just can't bring myself to do anything without your Mom. We were inseparable since we were in the ninth grade." "But I think it would help us feel better if we did some of the things we used to do. "I know we'll never have her back, but that shouldn't mean that we have to stop doing the things that we used to like to do, does it?" she asked. "I don't know Honey, maybe you're right. How about we take in a ball game on Saturday, would you like that?" I said. "They're on a road trip to Pittsburgh over the weekend," she said. "You still keep track?" I asked. "Yea, I never quit." she answered. "How are they doing?' I asked. "They're 3 games over .500 and they're in second place in the division. I decided that Beth was right. "Well, what the hell, Beth. Lets go see them play in Pittsburgh." I said "Oh, really daddy. Do you mean it?" she said jubilantly. "Yea, why not. It's only a 6 hour drive. Maybe we'll leave right after I get off work tomorrow and stay in a hotel overnight. Maybe even the whole weekend." I said. She grabbed my neck and hugged me so hard I thought she was going to snap off my head. "Oh, Daddy, we'll have the best time, you'll see. I just know it." she said. I agreed. "I'll pack the bags while you're at work tomorrow so we can leave as soon as you get here, OK." she said. "That's a good idea. Especially the part about you doing the packing. I always forget something major. I once packed my own suitcase for a business trip to Miami and forgot to pack underwear. So I'm really glad you'll be doing the packing." I said. She laughed. I went to bed that night and for the first time in a long time, I was looking forward to the next day. I slept like a baby. The day seemed to drag more than usual that Friday. I was really anticipating the trip with Beth. But finally, it was time to clock out and head home. Traffic was unusually light. It was like God saying, "You need this. Here, I'll make it easier for you." I made it home in fifteen minutes instead of the usual 35 or 40 minutes. When I arrived, our bags were packed and sitting by the front door. Beth heard me come through the door and ran to meet me. "Hi, Daddy, how was your day?" she asked, just like her Mom used to "Excruciatingly long, Honey, but it's finally over" I said. "Do you have everything we need?" I asked. "Yea, I think so I didn't forget your underwear, I know that" she said smiling. I laughed. I knew she had gotten everything together. I didn't doubt it for a second "Well, let's go to Pittsburgh." I said. I grabbed the bags and threw them into the back of the car. It was a beautiful summer day and I put the top down on the car and we hit the interstate. Beth told me that she called the post office and asked them to hold the mail until Monday. I would have never thought of that But her mother would have. She fell asleep about an hour into the trip. We were just crossing the Pennsylvania border when she awoke. "Where are we?" she asked. "Maybe an hour away from Pittsburgh." I said. "Where are we going to stay?" she asked. "I don't know, somewhere close to the interstate so we can get there early. Do you remember the name of the hotel we stayed in the last time we were here?" I asked. "Yea, it was the Marriott." she said. I have a map in my bag. I'll get it. She turned and got the map from the side pocket of her bag. "Yea, it's still circled right here. It's just off the exit into Greentree ." she said. We drove for another hour and soon we saw the exit we needed. The hotel lot was almost empty. We registered and went to our room. She dropped her bag and turned the TV on. "Their channels are different than ours " she said. "Yea, every city is different, unless you have satellite." I said. But I think we had better get some shut-eye if we're going to go to the game tomorrow." I said. "But Dad, the game doesn't start until 6:05 PM." she said. "Then maybe we'll explore for a while. They're bound to have a zoo or something here." I said. It was 11:00 and there wasn't anything on but the news and tabloid TV, so she said she was getting a shower. I wanted one too, so I grabbed my stuff from my bag and waited for her to come out of the shower. I dozed off and on while she showered. I tried to concentrate on the local news, but because I didn't know the area, I had no idea where the localities were. I turned the TV off. I happened to glance in the direction of the bathroom when I heard the shower turn off. It was then that I noticed that Beth had left the bathroom door ajar. I could see inside the bathroom through the reflection of the two mirrors set up in the corner of the room by the coat rack. Beth stepped from the shower. I saw her completely naked as she reached for the towel and dried herself. I noticed that she was developing into a fine young woman. Her breasts were rather large. Her legs were nice and long and they met at a nice little triangle of black pubic hair. I also noticed that I had gotten a hard-on looking at my own daughter. One thing I didn't notice soon enough was that she noticed me looking at her. I quickly turned my eyes away when I noticed that she saw me ogling her young body. What surprised me more was that she didn't close the door when she noticed me looking at her. Maybe she really didn't see me looking at her. Maybe she looked in the direction that she did because she noticed that she had left the door open. I quickly glanced at her again. She was standing in full view drying herself. I watched as she rubbed the towel all over her young body. I saw her nipples harden as she rubbed the towel over them. I watched as she wrapped the towel around her back and pulled it side to side, making her young breasts jiggle. She turned away from the door and dried her fine young ass. It almost seemed as if she was giving me a show. She bent over to dry her long legs. I swore I could see her pussy as she bent to dry her lower legs and feet. She turned and looked at me again. I turned my gaze away from her again. No, I thought, she wasn't giving me a show. She just couldn't tell that I could see her. That had to be it. I mean she was my baby She couldn't possibly be aware of me spying on her, could she? I glanced back at her. She was facing the door again. She was drying her stomach. I watched as she lowered the towel to her crotch. She parted her legs and ran the towel between them. She seemed to linger there for a while. I looked at her face and I saw her part her lips and close her eyes. My God, she was enjoying the sensations the towel was creating between her legs. Her face showed pure pleasure as she rubbed the towel on her most private of parts. She looked at me again. This time I tried to see if she was really looking at me or if she was just watching the doorway. I smiled at her. I was a simple thing. Nothing sexual about it. I thought that if she saw me smile, she would be OK with the fact that I was watching. If she didn't smile back it either meant that she wasn't OK with it, or she couldn't see me. She did nothing. She disappeared behind the doorway, turned the light out and emerged from the bathroom in just a T-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. "You had better wait a while before you get your shower, Daddy, I think I used all the hot water," she said. "That's OK, Honey, I'll just take a cold shower. It'll open my pores." I said. As I entered the bathroom I thought to myself, "And it'll get rid of my hard-on." I made sure the door was closed and showered. Beth was right, there was no hot water. But I hadn't intended to use it anyway. I needed something to take the thoughts of my daughter's naked, young body from my mind. I tried to think of everything non-sexual that I could, but nothing worked. Not even the cold water. I finished showering and shaving. I put on my pajamas and emerged from the bathroom to find Beth sitting on the bed watching TV. "What are you watching, Honey?" I asked. "I think its called 'Taxi Cab Confessions' on HBO," she answered. I knew the show. It's where they put secret cameras in actual taxis and film the passengers saying and doing all kinds of sexual things. "I'm not so sure you should be watching that kind of stuff, Beth." I said. "Oh, Daddy, it's harmless. I've seen and heard more than that in school." she confessed. "Well maybe I should be looking at your school." I responded. "Little girls shouldn't..." Beth stopped me. "Daddy, I don't know if you've noticed lately, but I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm eighteen. I know how babies are made. I know what sex is. I even know what all the words mean. "You know, words like blow job, eating pussy, come, cock and fuck. Mom taught me about sex. She said that I should know these things because, no matter what, they would be things that eventually would come up in my life." I sat on the bed with my mouth open. I didn't quite know what to say. But I felt I had to say something. "Well, Honey, your Mom told me a few years that you and her had 'the talk' but she never told me she had told you that much." I said. She came and sat beside me. "I'm sorry, Daddy. "I didn't mean to go off on you like that I'm not a baby anymore, but if it's OK with you, I want to be your little girl for a while longer." I hugged her tightly. I looked at the TV and there was a couple doing it in the back of the cab. The part's of their bodies where the action was taking place was clouded, but it was obvious what they were doing. "So you really know all of this stuff, huh?" I said. She watched the action for a second. "Yea," she answered. "So I guess you and me should be able to talk about just about anything by now, huh?" I asked. "Sure, Daddy, Why?" she asked. "Oh, nothing. I was just wondering. I know you used to talk with your mother about everything. I was just hoping you could do the same with me, that's all." I said. "I love you, Daddy. If there's ever anything I need to know, you'll be the first one I come to I promise." she said. "That's great, Honey, but I was hoping that you'd answer a question for me," I said. She kept looking at the couple on the TV. "Sure, Daddy, what is it?" she asked. "Well, How does watching that make you feel?" I asked. "It makes me want to see them without the cloud." she said. For a second I was confused. Then I saw what she was talking about. The pixilated part of the video where the censors had edited the real action. "You mean that you want to see them actually doing it?" I asked. "Yea. I mean we both know what they're doing. Why hide it." she explained. "So you like to watch, is that it?" I asked. "Doesn't everybody like to watch?" she asked. "Well, you're probably right." I said. "Don't you like to watch, Daddy?" she asked. Immediately my mind went to the pictures of her drying herself in the bathroom. "I mean, isn't it natural to watch something so beautiful as the human body?" she added. I barely heard her. My thoughts were on her jiggling, hard-nipped breasts I had just viewed just minutes earlier. "Daddy?" she said as she nudged me, "Did you hear me?" she said. She blasted me back to the present. "What? Oh, yea, Honey, I do like to watch, I guess." I answered. "But doesn't it bother you at all?" I asked again. "What it does is make me horny, that's all." she said. I was dumbfounded. "You know what horny is, huh?" I said. "Oh, God yes. Mom told me that I was going to be like this all the time when I got to this age and she was right." she answered. She glanced at me. I was very uncomfortable, but yet I was calm. "Does it bother you that I get horny, Daddy?" she asked. "No, it doesn't bother me. I know what I was like when I was a teenager. What bothers me is that it seems to have come on all of a sudden. I know it really doesn't, so that means that I haven't been paying as much attention to you as I should have. That's what bothers me." I answered. "Daddy, I know that you've had a tough time adjusting to things since Mom died. I had a rough time for a while myself. I lost my Mom, my friend and my teacher. You lost all of those things and you lost your soul mate and your lover, too." she said. "I know that you love me and that, in time, you'll be yourself again. That's why this trip means so much to me. It means that you're on your way back." she said, sounding very much like her mother. I almost cried. "Beth, how did you get to be so damn smart?" I said, fighting back the tears. She smiled and hugged me. "I get it from my Dad. He's real smart. And handsome too." she said laughing. I hugged her tightly. I was sitting on the corner of the bed and Beth laid her head on my lap. As she settled in, I noticed that her T-shirt had gaped open and I could see her firm little breasts again. Instantly my mind back-peddled to the bathroom scene again. The entire thing flowed through my mind like a porn flick. But as soon as I began to reminisce I realized that I was getting a hard-on and that soon it would be touching her on the head. I almost jumped up. "Well, Honey, I'm gonna hit the sack." I said. "Maybe you should too." "Yea, I am pretty tired." she admitted. She turned the TV off and climbed into her bed. I turned off the light but noticed that I had left the light on in the bathroom. "Oh, damn." I said. She saw what I was cussing about. "I'll get it, Daddy." she said. She climbed out of the bed and I watched her go into the light. I saw the light through her thin clothes silhouetting her figure. Her young body was again in my thoughts. The light went out and I heard her walk back to her bed. I thought I might have trouble sleeping that night, but I slept like a baby. Beth woke me about nine the next morning. I turned over and in my sleepy haze I turned over and flung off the covers. Beth looked at me and giggled like a schoolgirl. I looked at her and saw that she was looking at my crotch. It was wet. I must have had a wet dream. But how could this be? I hadn't had a wet dream in 10 years. What was just as bad, I had a piss-hard. I climbed out of bed and grabbed my clothes and rushed to the bathroom. I was utterly and totally embarrassed.. As I was in the bathroom, my thoughts were still on why I had a wet dream. I didn't remember any dreams so erotic as to do that to me. Then I remembered that the last thing I had seen before I went to sleep was Beth's body showing through her clothes. I had a wet dream over my own 18 year-old daughter. I was as confused as a teenager. I really didn't want to go back into the other room and face my daughter. But I knew that, no matter how long I stayed in there, I would eventually have to face the music. I walked from the bathroom. I sat on my bed without saying anything. I really didn't know what to say, or even if I had to say anything. But all too soon, I realized that I was going to have to explain things to my little girl. "That must have been a really good dream, huh Daddy." she said. I felt my face flush again. "It must have, huh. It's a shame I don't remember even having it." I said. Beth said nothing. We went and saw the sights. I eventually found the zoo. It was hard to find because it was out of the way almost in the suburbs. You would think it would be a lot easier to find. We also went on a daytime cruise on the Gateway Clipper. It was really nice to see the whole city from the rivers. There were two elevator-like cars similar to the cable-cars in San Francisco going up two separate sides of the rivers. I told Beth that we would have to ride them to get a better view of the city. But right then we had to be getting to PNC park. It was much easier to find than the zoo. There weren't a lot of people there and those of us that had seats in the back rows of seats were all sitting down front after about three innings. We had a great day. I almost caught a foul ball. Our team won the game in eleven innings but more importantly, I was spending some quality time with Beth. It was nearly 11:00 when we got back to the hotel. We put our souvenirs on the table and we anxiously talked about the game and of life in general. Beth said that she was going to get her shower and grabbed her stuff and headed for the bathroom. "Try to leave me some hot water, will you." I said. "I will." she said. I watched as she again left the door ajar, this time slightly more so. I watched her silhouette through the shower certain. I wondered if she knew how sexy she was. Probably not, I thought. I turned on the TV and watched both it and the bathroom. I changed the channel to H2O. and a show called 'Hollywood Hookers' was on. I watched as all different sizes of breasts were flaunted on the screen. That is until I heard the shower turn off. This time I was ready. I turned the TV and all the lights off in the room. I knew that she shouldn't be able to see me in the dark. She stepped from the shower and grabbed the towel. I noticed that she looked out the open door. I even saw her squint her eyes trying to look even harder. She smiled. I had no idea why. I thought I would be able to take in her whole routine of drying herself. And I did. She started by wrapping her hair in the towel. She then grabbed another towel and began rubbing her skin dry. Again I was enjoying her nipples harden as she wiped them. And again I watched her tits jiggle when she sawed the towel across her back to dry it. I thought that she was taking more time drying than the previous night. She again spread her long sensuous legs and rubbed the towel between them. This time, however, she lingered there far longer than she had the night before. I watched as her eyes first closed then opened as the towel stimulated her young pussy. I watched as her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out across her lips. She was masturbating and I had a front row seat. My cock hadn't been as hard as it was in a long time. My Sexy Daughter "Be sure to call me when you get there so I know you're safe," I told Amy, my wife, before kissing her soundly on the lips, despite the fact that I was the one leaving the house and heading for work. "I will," she replied, brushing aside a lock of her orange hair, which had fallen across one of her eyes. Then she gave me a sour look with her pale freckled face and added, "Robert, you worry too much." I nodded to her. Then I said sternly to our son, Josh, who stood beside her "And you, young man." Then I smiled and said, "Have a good time." He smiled back at me, and replied, "We are going to kick some ass!" I laughed at that. At fifteen he was so confident in his abilities. Admittedly, the marching band at his High School, Sam Houston High, had won the Louisiana state competitions and was headed to the national competition in Florida. So, yeah, they were pretty good. "Remember, Ashley gets out of school at three," Amy informed me. I rolled my eyes at her. "She's eighteen and has a car. She'll be fine. I get off at five so she'll only be home for a couple hours by herself." "Just be sure you don't work late," she scolded me. "Now who's worrying?" I countered. She shrugged and said, "Alright, fine. I'll see you Sunday afternoon." "Okay," I said, kissing her again before heading for my car. The door to the house closed behind me as I walked out and down the narrow walkway toward my parked car. Halfway down the path, I heard the front door to the house open quickly behind me. I turned to see Ashley, my daughter, rush out of the house toward me. I had been concerned since she usually saw me off in the morning with a hug and kiss, but had been in the bathroom for a long time that morning. I had just figured I'd see her later, since it was going to be just the two of us for the whole weekend. She was fully dressed in her school clothes, green tee-shirt and jeans, uniforms not being required at Sam Houston High School. As she rushed forward her long straight orange hair trailed behind her, slightly damp. She was so beautiful, even more than her mother had been at that age. Ashley put her arms around me and gave me a big hug, her firm young breasts pressing softly against my chest and her stomach pressing lightly against my crotch; at five-eight she was only two inches shorter than me. Then she gave me her usual peck on the lips and told me, "I'll be here when you get in. Just come straight home, okay?" I smiled at her, trying, unsuccessfully, to suppress the usual forbidden thoughts of fucking my own daughter that caused my cock to stir in my slacks. Now, I didn't know why she wanted me to drive straight home but she obviously had something planned. I knew she had recently taken an interest in cooking, so I figured she probably didn't want me to pick up something to eat for dinner. I said, "Okay." She smiled at me. Her pale freckled face, reminding me so much of her mother's at that age, only prettier, lit up when she smiled, her cute dimples appearing on her cheeks. I was very proud of her. She was still in high school and barely eighteen but she held an air of maturity about her that belied her age. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, Sweetheart," I told her, before getting into my car and heading to work. This was our typical exchange. There was nothing unusual about it in the slightest. I had no idea what was going to happen that night. If I had, well, I wouldn't have changed a thing. *** It was a typical day at work, so I was a little tired but happy that my work week was over, as I pulled my car back into my driveway. My phone chimed. It was another text from Amy. She had texted me every couple of hours, complaining constantly about the bus, the heat, the traffic, and the restaurant they stopped at for lunch. This particular message was about how badly the kids were behaving on the bus. I didn't bother to reply. As instructed by both my wife and my daughter, I had come straight home from work. It was early April and so was still light outside. I saw the lights on in the house and Ashley's car in the driveway, so I knew she had made it home from school safely. Letting myself in I took in the sounds of the house without my wife and son. It was quiet and peaceful. The smell that greeted my nose was of fried chicken, something my wife had not cooked in ages. Turning into the kitchen I found Ashley hard at work using our little fryer. She had changed from her school clothes into green shorts, her round firm ass nicely accentuated, and a blue un-tucked tank top, revealing to me how freckled her pale back and shoulders were. As usual, her long slender legs ended in bare feet. She rarely wore shoes around the house. Her long orange hair was pulled back into a big ponytail. Glancing through to the dining room I saw that she already had salad and rolls laid out for us. She had really put in some work. "Welcome home, Daddy," she said, glancing over at me and flashing me a pretty smile, but sticking close to the frying chicken. "Go get washed up for dinner." I smiled at that. She was really trying to impress me. It made me wonder what she wanted. As I retreated to my bedroom to change clothes I mentally went down the list. She had a nice car. She had whatever shoes or clothes she might want. She was working at getting a scholarship to college but I'd pay for that if I had to. She had a part-time job that gave her spending money. Well, whatever it was she wanted she was off to a good start, I mused. *** "The chicken is delicious," I commented, halfway through the first piece. I had washed up and returned barefoot, wearing my denim shorts and a red polo shirt. Ashley smiled at me. She had a beautiful smile. "Thanks. Mom gave me her recipe a few months ago." "Well, you did a wonderful job, Sweetheart," I told her. "In fact, I think it's better than your mother's. You cooked it just right." "Thanks," she said again. "So, what's the occasion?" I asked. She shrugged her supple shoulders and said, "No occasion. Mom and Josh are gone. I figured, with just the two of us, I could maybe show you how much I love you, Daddy." "I love too, Sweetheart, but you didn't need to go to so much trouble," I replied. She laughed and said, "I'd do anything for you, Daddy. You have done so much for me." I smiled. I knew she meant it and it really made me feel special. She was my little girl, all grown up, and I would have done anything for her. Changing the subject I said, "How was school?" "The final tests are coming up and the teachers are covering a lot of material. Nothing I can't handle, though," she told me as she munched on her roll. "I'm sure you'll do fine. I'm not worried about you," I told her honestly. She had really matured over the last few years and I no longer worried about her grades. She was doing great on her own. I asked, "I figured you'd want to go out with your boyfriend tonight. It's 'Todd', right?" She wrinkled her freckled brow and said, "Todd broke up with me two weeks ago. I didn't tell you?" I shook my head. I was actually relieved. Deep down I was jealous of any guy that got to date my beautiful daughter. I knew I could never date her myself and that she'd eventually find a guy she liked, but the thought of that oaf Todd pawing at my sweet Ashley left me with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. So, if he was out of the picture that was a good thing for both of us. Like I said, I knew she'd eventually get married to some guy, but that was something for future-Robert to worry about. "Sorry. I know I mentioned it to Mom," she said. "Are you okay?" I asked her, trying to determine how she felt about it while also trying not to let my happiness at the news show. She nodded, her ponytail bobbing up and down behind her head. "Yeah, I didn't like him very much anyway?" I looked at her in disbelief. "Then why did you go out with him?" She shrugged as she ate her chicken. "I had heard stuff about him, but it turned out that the stuff I had heard wasn't true. Anyway, he broke up with me, which just saved me the trouble." "Wow, okay," I replied. I had no idea what stuff she had heard and she wasn't volunteering. I was just glad she was okay with it. I told her, "Well, you've almost graduated and are going to be heading to college. You don't need to be messing around with those boys." "No?" she asked. Then, with a laugh, she added, "So I should be messing around with men?" I smiled at her; her dimples were so cute when she laughed like that. I knew she was teasing me. I said, "You need to concentrate on your schoolwork and college, instead of running the streets." "Running the streets?" she asked. "Isn't that a reference from the 50's?" She was definitely teasing me, about my age, this time. I laughed. "I just mean-" "I know what you mean," she interrupted me. "You think I should stay at home and mess around with you." Her eyes flashed wide at what she had said and she quickly added, "And mom and Josh." The thought of her messing around with me made my cock stir in my pants as I looked at her pretty face. I imagined what it might feel like to have her full lips running up and down my hard shaft. I quickly shook the forbidden thoughts from my mind as I said, "I just mean you should stop letting these boys distract you." She nodded. "Okay, I promise. No more high school boys." Trying to change the subject, I said, "So, have you decided where you're going to college?" "Well, I was thinking of going to McNeese but I was wondering something," she said, tentatively. "Oh?" I prompted. Now we were getting to it. "Yeah, see, I know you were anticipating me moving out and going to college but, you know, McNeese is only fifteen or thirty minutes away and, well, I was wondering, if I could maybe still live here while I go to college? It would really help with the expenses, you know," she said. Was that all, I mused. I let her squirm for a moment before I said, "That would be great, Sweetheart!" She noticeably relaxed with relief. As she stood up she said, "Oh, Daddy, thank you." She came to me, leaned in, and hugged me. I was still seated at the dinner table as she put her hands to the back of my head and pulled me close for a hug. She basically hugged my head, her breasts at my chin and the expanse of freckled skin of her upper chest, bared by the tank top, pressed against the side of my face. She smelled like cotton candy and her skin was so soft against my cheek. I put my arms around her as well but, since she was leaning in like that I could only reach up and take her waist in my hands. She was so slim, thinner than when I had met her mother. I thrilled to touch her like that. I usually took any opportunity to touch her but I never made it in the least bit sexual. Still, my cock stirred in my shorts at the closeness we shared. She hugged me for a couple beats longer than usual before, pulling back and kissing me firmly on the lips. My cock, balled up in my denim shorts, filled out to full hardness as I let her kiss me. I didn't open my mouth, of course, though I sorely wanted to. She pulled back and kissed me again before returning to her seat to finish her meal. She said, "Daddy, you are the best." I was still relishing the feel of her skin against my cheek, the sweet smell of her in my nose, and the feel of her soft lips on mine as I said, "Anything for you, Sweetheart." *** "Now hold still, I don't want to hurt you," Ashley instructed me. I sat in the kitchen chair, a towel covering my bare chest to keep the hair off of me, my red shirt adorning the kitchen counter. Ashley had offered to cut my hair and, without thinking, I had agreed. "Don't cut off my ear," I replied. She laughed at that as she took the scissors and trimmed the hair over my ears. "Don't you trust me?" she asked softly. "Of course I do," I admitted. "You should. You know, I never told Mom about that donut I caught you eating last week. She's still wants you on that diet," she told me. "Yeah," I chuckled. "And I didn't tell her when you went shopping for groceries last month and charged that video game on her card; did I? No, Sweetheart, it's not about trust, it's about your skill with those scissors." She chuckled back at me and said, "I got this, Daddy. You just relax and let me take care of everything." I sighed and said, "Alright." "Okay, now let me check out the rest," she said, as she pulled at my hair, cutting a bit off here and there. I wasn't really that worried. If she made a mistake, it would grow back. What had me more worried was how she stood over me, pulling my hair up and cutting. Her breasts moved so seductively inside her tank top as her arms went up and down. They were right in front of my face, occasionally brushing a shoulder when she came around me. It was all so intimate, she smelled so sweet, and I couldn't help the erection that formed in my denim shorts. I felt like such a bad person for letting myself become sexually aroused by my own daughter, but I couldn't help it. She trimmed and snipped at my hair, running her fingers through it over and over. Her body was so close to mine that I could feel her heat. I wanted to take her, caress her, and show her what those boys at school never could, but I dared not do anything for fear of her reaction as well as the fact that I knew she would tell her mother. Still, it was my fantasy in my head and if all that came of it was an erection then there was no harm in that, I told myself. "All done," she said, stepping back and admiring her handiwork with a big beautiful smile. *** "Are you coming back? It's almost on," I told her as I sat on the couch. "Pause it," Ashley shouted from the other end of the house. I hit pause on the remote to stop just short of the episode of 20/20 that she wanted to watch. I still wore my denim shorts and red polo shirt. I usually dressed in my robe or some pajamas that late at night but I figured that might not be appropriate with just the two of us in the house. I had to be careful. If I did anything inappropriate she might tell her mother and that would not do. After a few more minutes Ashley walked into the living room and sat down on the couch beside me. I was stunned. She had changed into her dark green nightie which fell to just below her firm ass. As she sat down it flared up and I could see her green panties beneath. I considered not saying anything but, since she had never worn anything so skimpy in the living room before, I asked, "Is that what you're wearing?" "You don't like it?" she asked back in reply, a frown on her pretty face; her lower lip sticking out like she always did when upset. "I do, it's just that I've never seen you wear that before. At least, not in the living room," I told her. She was so damned sexy and I was seeing a lot more flesh than I normally got to see. I hated to discourage that, I really did, but I also didn't want it to get back to her mother that I let her prance around in front of me like that. My cell phone rang at that moment. It was Amy. I answered it and put her on speaker. "Hello?" I said. "Hi," came Amy's response. "Well, we made it." "How was the trip?" I asked. "You didn't get my texts?" she asked. "I got them." "Well then you know, don't you? It was horrible!" she said. "Maybe next time we can fly. How's Ashley?" "I'm fine, Mom," Ashley told her mother. "Good. You take care of your father, Honey. He's helpless without a woman around," she said. "I will, Mom," she replied, giving me a big smile. "Well, I've got to go. We're going to grab a bite to eat and crash. Talk to you tomorrow." "Okay," I managed to say before the phone beeped at me, letting me know that she had hung up. I was not too happy with that; it was so abrupt. Ashley looked at me with her pretty green eyes and said, "Mom told me to take care of you. Is there anything you need?" My mood immediately softened and I smiled at her. "No, Sweetheart. Between the fried chicken and your company, I'm set." She laughed and said,"Good. Okay, hit play." I hit play on the remote and the show started. The show was about this couple that had been murdered. It was interesting enough but Ashley loved that sort of stuff. Midway through the show she leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. I worried a bit about that but decided that it was harmless. So, I put my arm around her shoulders. Ashley snuggled in, pulling her legs up onto the couch beside her and shifting her head to rest on the side of my chest as she watched the program. Her right hand rested on my right thigh where she occasionally ran her fingers through the hair she found there. I let my hand glide down her right side where it came to rest on her waist. She was thin in the waist, her body firm beneath my fingers. I caressed her there, but only occasionally, nothing too sexual. Despite my best efforts I could feel my cock swell in my denim shorts. I was glad I had worn denim which didn't tent as readily as slacks, or pajamas, would have. The closeness of her sexy body was not lost on me. I looked down her body and examined her long pale legs. I found myself wondering what it would be like to feel those legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her tight pussy. I assumed her pussy would be tight, my cock being thicker than most. "Fast forward," Ashley instructed, pulling me from my lewd thoughts. I fast forwarded through the commercials until the broadcast was live again. I scolded myself for letting my thoughts run to such a taboo place as I felt my cock slowly deflate. I had to be more careful. "Sorry," I said. "It's okay, Daddy," she murmured as she ran her hand up and down my thigh and shifted her body even more against me. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too, Sweetheart," I replied. She was so cute and innocent, enjoying our time together while there I was thinking all of those dirty thoughts. I felt like such a lowlife. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Not yet," she replied as the show came back on. "I think his business partner did it, what do you think?" "Huh?" I asked, not realizing for a moment what she was talking about. Once I realized she was referring to the show I said, "I thought the wife's boyfriend was the prime suspect." "They cleared him last segment. Weren't you paying attention?" she asked. "I guess not. Sorry," I replied. I wasn't about to tell her that I had been busy fantasizing about slipping my cock into her pretty pink pussy. As a redhead I assumed it would be pink and pretty, just like her mother's had been at her age. Shit, there I was again thinking about my daughter inappropriately. *** I sat in bed, watching The Tonight Show on the 36 inch television which sat on the stand beyond the foot of the bed, just as I always did, my back propped up with pillows and my body naked, covered to the waist in my sheet and blanket. It felt odd to watch it without Amy, but it was peaceful at the same time. She could be very demanding, opinionated, stubborn, and loud. Just as the monologue was ending, Ashley came in the room, still wearing her green nightie. My side of the bed was closest to the door, so it took her only a second before she was sitting to my right, on the edge of the bed, facing me with her right thigh up on the bed, her calf hanging off and her left foot on the floor. Normally my daughter told us goodnight from the hallway as she went to bed. She rarely came in, so I was concerned that something was wrong. "Hey Sweetheart, what's going on?" I asked, my hand on her right knee, the skin soft and cool. I turned the television off with the remote in my left hand to give her my undivided attention. "Nothing's wrong," she said with a cheerful smile. "I was just thinking about the show tonight. I wonder when that guy might get out of jail. Did they say when that case was?" My Sexy Daughter "Why? Are you scared he's going to come and get you?" I asked with a chuckle. She smiled and tapped my right hand, which was still on her right knee, saying, "No, of course not. I was just curious. Thirty years doesn't seem like a long enough sentence to me." Putting the remote on the bedside table I reached for my iPad saying, "I can probably look it up." "No, that's okay," she said as she took the iPad away from me and laid it back down on the nightstand. "It's not that important." "Okay," I replied, a little confused. "Hey, Daddy, do you remember how I used to sleep between you and Mom?" she asked cheerfully, completely changing the subject. I smiled at that."Yes, I remember. I'm surprised you do." "It's pretty vague," she admitted. Relaxing again I let myself put my hand on her lower right thigh, the pale skin as soft as velvet under my fingers, as I recounted the tale, "Yeah, you would come pattering down the hall at six in the morning. I'd grab you with one hand and plop you right in-between us. You'd fall right back to sleep and stay that way until we got up." "Yeah, those were good times," she muttered with a smile. "Why do you bring it up?" I asked, a little confused as to why she would mention something like that out of the blue. "Well, I was wondering if, since Mom's in Florida, maybe I could sleep on Mom's side of the bed?" she asked. Her request seemed pretty reasonable but I shook my head. I felt it would be difficult for me to resist attempting something inappropriate with her, that she might tell her mother about, if she slept right there next to me. No, it was a bad idea, especially since I was naked beneath the sheets. I said, "I don't think that's a really good idea." She smiled at me and said, "I won't tell Mom if you don't. Or is it because your naked under there?" she asked, tugging at the side of the sheet and blanket. My naked right hip was revealed for a moment before I managed to get control of the sheets from her. I laughed nervously and said, "Yes, I'm naked." "Well, I'm okay with that," she said with a shrug. "It'll be our secret. Without Josh, I'm all alone on that end of the house. Please, Daddy?" she asked, sticking out her bottom lip. She always did that when she needed me to give in and it always worked. I thought about what sort of protest I could raise but realized that telling her that I might grope her in her sleep was almost as bad as actually doing it. Not seeing a way out, I nodded and said, "Okay, I guess so." "Great," Ashley replied with a smile and then, without a moment's hesitation she reached across me and pulled the sheets down to my waist on her mother's side. She lifted her left leg off the floor, placed it on the bed in front of her, leaned back with her elbows behind her for support, tossed her right leg across my body and onto her mother's side of the bed, lifted herself up, and crab-crawled over me. She was bent back as she crossed in front of me and, unable to resist, I took a peek to see her panty-covered crotch. However, instantly discovering that she was not wearing any panties, I caught a flash of my own daughter's pussy. The slit itself was completely shaved, a long pink gash with just a hint of moisture covering it visible in the lamplight. A triangle of orange hair above the top of her slit adorned her mound. Ashley sat down right next to me, now on my left side, in the center of the bed. Her warm left hip touched mine as she sat there and looked at me. She said, "This is going to be so much better. You'll see. You don't want to sleep by yourself, do you?" "No, I suppose not," I replied after thinking about it for a moment. I was still trying to process what I had just seen. I really didn't want to even mention what I had seen but, for some reason, I couldn't hold my tongue. I asked, "You aren't wearing any panties?" She shook her head. Then she said, "Neither are you, Daddy." I smiled at that and chuckled. She had me there. Still, I felt my cock stirring and I needed to keep it under control. I said, "Yes, but if your mother ever found out-" "She won't, Daddy," she told me. She ran her hands across my chest and, changing the subject, said, "I love how your chest hair feels. I can lace my fingers into some of it. You never thought of shaving it?" About to protest, I found I really enjoyed her touch and the fact that she had a question distracted me from what I had been about to say. So, I answered, "No. I thought about it, but your Mother didn't want me to." "Good choice," Ashley replied. "I like it." She caressed my chest with both of her hands. "It feels so soft. Does this feel good?" I knew I should stop her but I loved her touch. So far I could shake all of this off as innocent fun but it was getting more and more difficult to keep my cock from protesting and tenting the sheets. "Yes," I said without elaboration. She smiled at that. Then she said, "Daddy, I was wondering if... oh, never mind." "What is it, Sweetheart?" I prompted, happy to change the subject. She shook her head, her ponytail waiving back and forth at me from behind her head. "You'll think I'm silly." "No I won't. You can ask me anything. You know that," I insisted. She reached up with her right hand and pulled the scrunchie out of her hair, releasing her long orange hair to fall all about her face. She looked truly beautiful, causing an extra lurch in my cock under the sheets. She continued to rub my chest with her left hand and then, after a moment, she sighed and said, "I know, Daddy. Please don't tell Mom I asked you this, okay?" "Sure, Sweetheart. You can trust me. What do you need?" I asked. I was bracing myself for her to ask for a new car or something that was going to cost me a lot of money. I didn't turn her away often. She nodded and said, "Well, I was actually wondering if, maybe, I might be able to see what your penis looks like?" "What?" I asked, incredulously. God knew I wanted to show her but for her to ask such a thing came as such a shock to me that I nearly choked on my own tongue. "Well, I've never seen a man's dick," she told me as she tugged at the sheet and blanket to pull it down off of me. I quickly reached down and pulled up the sheet to cover myself as I said, "What are you talking about? You had sex with Todd, didn't you?" We had put her on the pill a long time ago and I was sure she wasn't a virgin any longer. She stopped and looked at me. She said, "Daddy, yes, I had sex with Todd. I also had sex with Jimmy. But, see, both of their dicks were about three inches long and a little thicker than my thumb. My friend Bonnie tells me that is smaller than average. So, I just wanted to compare them to yours to see if she's right. Please?" Her request sounded so reasonable that I smiled at that. She made it sound so innocent. In the back of my mind I knew it was wrong but, after a long moment, I finally said, "Well, alright. You can look but just for a minute, and don't tell your mother. Okay?" "Okay. I won't tell her! I promise," she replied with a smile, her cute dimples appearing on her cheeks, as she pulled the sheet down and away from my groin, revealing my cock. It lay on my leg, halfway hard. I had tried to suppress the desires in me to keep it from achieving full hardness. I have to admit that I enjoyed her looking at it. It was a little bit about showing off and a lot about my own daughter looking at me. She said, "Wow, Daddy. It's bigger than Todd's and it's not even hard." She put her left hand back on my chest but, this time, she slowly ran her hand down across my lower abdomen and down my hip. She didn't touch my cock so I just let her look. There was no harm in just looking, was there? Besides, like she said, it wasn't even hard, so it was just a father letting his curious daughter have a peek. Ashley frowned that cute little frown of hers and asked, "Daddy, can I please see what it looks like when it gets hard? I can't really tell how big it is like that." Her request sounded so reasonable that I couldn't think of a reason why not. I mean, if I was going to show it to her so she could see how it compared to the boys in high school, then seeing it soft really wasn't telling her anything. So, when I opened my mouth to protest, nothing came out. She said, "What can I do to help? Would letting you see my breasts turn you on?" Without waiting for an answer, my daughter stopped caressing me just long enough to shrug off the straps holding up her nightie. She let them drop down her arms and pulled her arms up through the spaghetti straps in one smooth motion. As the material fell to her waist, her pale breasts were revealed to me for the first time in years. As she returned to running her left hand across my chest and down my hips, only inches from my slowly swelling cock, I couldn't help myself from studying the smooth pale cones on her chest. They were firm and full for their small size, a B cup. As they pointed at me I examined the pale skin, adorned by the occasional orange freckle. Each of her beautiful breasts was topped with a perfectly formed bright pink nipple. The nipples were hard and erect with excitement. What seemed like minutes passed before Ashley said, "Daddy, you can touch them if that would help." Her request sounded reasonable but I knew it was wrong. Touching her breasts was crossing a line; the line of touching which could easily lead to much more. It was wrong, but I, of course, really wanted to. "I don't think that would be appropriate," I told her. She frowned at me and said, "It's just us here, Daddy. Nobody will ever know." She took my left hand, which was resting beside her, and pulled it up to her right breast. Ashley laughed and said, "You know, the last time I was in your bed, these were a whole lot smaller." I relaxed a bit at that. She wasn't self-conscious at all and made it seem the most natural thing in the world for me to touch her breasts. I knew it was wrong but I didn't pull away. I cupped her tit in my hand. The skin was warm and soft, softer than her mother's, but inside it didn't sag at all. It was firm; not hard like a fake tit, but firm like a young woman's. As I boldly ran my thumb gently across the hard nipple she moaned and said, "Oh, Daddy. Don't be afraid to touch me. It's okay." I used my other hand on her other breast, cupping both of them and caressing them. They were so warm and I boldly rolled the hard nipples between my fingers. I felt so bad for doing that but I was helpless to resist the urge. I said, "They're perfect." She smiled at me and said, "You think so?" "Oh yes, Sweetheart. Your breasts are beautiful," I complimented her. "It's getting harder, Daddy," she informed me. She uncrossed her legs, careful not to pull her breasts away from my hands. She lifted her right leg up, her foot beside my raised head. She asked, "Maybe seeing my pussy would help?" Her suggestion sounded reasonable as I looked down and examined her pussy, from the orange triangle of hair above, to the clean-shaven pink slit below. I could see everything. Her mound was swollen and moist with desire. The pink slit was turning redder even as I watched, slowly flowering open before my eyes. Without a word, as I was examining her slit, Ashley lifted my cock from my thigh with the warm fingers of her left hand. She stroked it delicately and, as she felt it grow and harden in her hand, she wrapped her fingers around it, gripped it harder, and jacked it up and down. She said, "Wow, Daddy, you have a nice thick cock. It's twice as long as Todd's and almost as thick as my wrist." I groaned with pleasure as well as apprehension. I said, "Oh, Sweetheart, we can't do this." "But, Daddy," she said, "you're not fully hard yet. Touch my pussy if that will help. I need to see how big it gets." Her suggestion sounded reasonable to me in my heightened state. I had already agreed to let her see how big it was when it was hard and it was only right that I made sure it was really good and hard for her to inspect. Touching my own daughter's pussy would really turn me on and help me get fully hard for her, so it didn't seem like that big of a leap in that moment. The smell of desire from her pussy teased at my nose. She was so beautiful, her pale skin dotted with orange freckles, in some places more than others, was soft under my hands. Her nightie was around her waist, leaving her mostly naked before me. I couldn't understand what had come over Todd to dump my beautiful daughter. He must have really been an idiot. My right hand slid down her firm stomach and over her bunched nightie. My daughter's orange pubic hair tickled my palm as I settled it down lightly. My thumb dropped down, caressing the velvety soft lips of Ashley's little pussy. I pressed forward, the yielding folds parting easily. Finding her clit with ease, I gently massaged the hard bud with my thumb, which was instantly wet, covered in my daughter's juices. Ashley bent her head down, her long orange locks falling about her face, and wrapped her supple lips around the head of my cock. Her mouth was warm and soft against my sensitive skin. Her right hand continued to stroke my shaft as her left hand cupped my balls. Though I pulled my left hand away from her chest and laced my fingers into her beautiful orange hair, my arms crossed, I said, "Oh, Sweetheart, you can't do that. Touching is one thing but this? This is oral sex." She turned her head to face me, her hair falling to caress my balls, and she smiled that pretty smile, dimples and all, the head of my cock less than an inch from her lips. She said, "Oh, Daddy, my hand is dry and I need to get your cock wet. I wouldn't want to hurt you." Her concern seemed reasonable, though I knew it was wrong. I had already agreed to let her stroke my cock to full hardness as I touched her pussy. This was only a little saliva. What was the harm? Besides, if felt so damn good. She didn't wait for a response before taking my cock into her mouth again. She pressed down, her tongue against the side of my dick. The head was in her mouth and her full lips brushed lightly against the sensitive neck. She rocked her hips forward against my thumb as she slowly worked her mouth on my hard meat. "Oh, Sweetheart," I groaned in pleasure as I continued to work my thumb against her clit. I knew what we were doing and I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care anymore. I recalled the old song lyrics, 'if this is wrong I don't want to be right.' Never in my life had that been more fitting than the situation in which I found myself at that moment. She pulled her head up and laughed. She said, "I'm trying to keep my teeth off of it, but it's so much thicker than the boys at school." Then she dropped her mouth back to my cock and pressed her lips down, reaching halfway down the shaft before slowly dragging them back up. I groaned, "Oh, shit, you're doing fine, Sweetheart. You're making it so hard." Of course, it was already fully hard but I didn't want her to stop. I looked down my body, watching my daughter's sweet freckled face obscenely impaled upon my own hard cock. After a few moments she lifted off, her hand stroking my wet prick sexily. She said, "You know, I might be able to get more of it in my mouth if I were lined up with it better." "You don't have to do that, Sweetheart," I told her, trying to come to my senses. "As you can see, it's pretty hard." She smiled at me and said, "I know I don't have to, but I want to try." With that she kicked her right leg over my head and rolled over on top of me. She took my dick into her mouth again and this time, being directly on top of me with her tongue against the top of my shaft, she took me all the way into her mouth. My cock was of average length so it probably wasn't that hard for her to do, but I did feel the top of her throat rub against the sensitive skin under the head as her lips nestled into my pubic hair and against my balls. My head swirled with the pleasure of her mouth swallowing me like that, so, with her pussy just an inch above my face, I decided that it was only reasonable that, while I was showing her a man's cock I also show her how a man should be able to eat her pussy. I mean, she should know this when she's picking a potential mate. So, I pressed my face up between her firm thighs, the pale skin soft against my cheeks, and let my tongue part the swollen folds of her bright pink pussy. I quickly found her hard clit again, this time with my wet tongue, and I gently lapped against it. She tasted like honey. Ashley pressed her slim body back against my face as she bobbed atop my dick over and over, her lips dragging up and down my shaft like a pro. She cupped my balls with one hand and held herself up with the other. Slurping sounds filled the bedroom. I wondered how many boys in her school she had done something similar to, but I took her at her word that mine was, by far, the biggest one. Like many men, I was superficial in that way, so I had really liked hearing that. At the same time I wanted to eat her pussy so well that she would know what a man should be able to make her feel. She squirmed on top of my face in pleasure as she sucked my cock, her teeth only occasionally brushing against the sensitive skin. I ran my hands over her smooth firm ass, over her waist and the nightie still around it, against the sides of her chest where her small titties squished out just a bit as they pressed against my stomach, and, finally, up to her head, my fingers lacing into her long orange hair. I was amazed at how strongly her head moved under my hands as she drove her face down onto my prick over and over. At the same time, I pressed my mouth up against her soft pussy and swirled my tongue around her delicious hard clit. "Mmm hmm," she squeaked, her mouth too full of cock to talk. She was definitely enjoying my ministrations as she rolled her hips sexily atop my face. I caressed my hands back down to her ass as I worked hard on her pussy. I found she liked the swirling more than the stroking and she didn't like a lot of sucking in the area. So, I swirled my wet tongue delicately but quickly around her clit. Circle after circle I made as I pulled her down firmly onto my face with my hands. Ashley pulled off of my cock, breathing too heavily to be able to keep my cock in her mouth. "Oh Daddy," she moaned. I knew she was close, but instead of trying something new or faster or harder that some might have done, I continued to steadily swirl my tongue around her clit. Her firm ass felt so silky under my hands as I gripped her strongly so she didn't wiggle free. Ashley panted and moaned loudly as she came, flexing her body back and forth on top of my face. Her hand gripped the base of my cock but she wasn't able to stroke it as she was completely lost in her orgasm, her breath hot against my balls. My shaft pressed against her cheek and the head of my cock was lost in her forest of long orange hair. I didn't stop licking at her clit, circling it with my tongue again and again, until her breathing finally slowed. My daughter lifted herself off of my face as she groaned, "Oh Daddy." Then, she turned around and kissed me on the mouth. I let her, deciding that since my mouth was just on her pussy and hers was around my cock, an intimate kiss was reasonable. When she pressed her wet tongue into my mouth I let her and responded back with my own tongue, my mouth tasting of her sweet pussy juices. Ashley pulled up, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Daddy, that was amazing. No boy has ever made me come like that." I smiled at her and said, "See, you don't need to be messing with them." Her eyes went wide and she said, "No I don't." As she kicked her leg up over my waist she said, "Well, your cock is really big when it's hard." She reached down between us and stroked it. "Since you are so much bigger than Todd or any of those boys, I'm worried that a cock this big wouldn't fit inside of my tight little pussy, you know?" she said, moving her hips up until the head of my cock nestled at the entrance to her cunt. "So, would it be okay if I tried it out?" My Sexy Daughter Was that a reasonable request? Did it matter anymore, especially since she was going to try it out anyway? So, instead of trying to rein her in or telling her how inappropriate that would be, I surprised myself. In answer to her question, with my feet on the mattress, I lifted my ass off the bed, driving my cock up into my sexy daughter's wet cunt. Ashley squealed with surprise but immediately pushed her body down against mine, swallowing my entire rod into her cunt. She was very wet. She smiled down at me. I was surprised that she wasn't as tight as I had expected. So, if she was naturally that tight, those little dicks surely hadn't been able to fill her up like I did. She was comfortably snug to me but with those high school boys she probably didn't even feel them inside of her. "Oh Daddy," she groaned. "It's so big." "You like that?" I asked as I placed my hands on her firm ass and eased her off of me. Then I lifted my hips again, slowly sliding myself back into her hot box. "Oh yeah, that feels wonderful," she said with a big smile. I smiled back up at her as I stroked slowly up into her again and again. I could feel her tight wet pussy clinging sexily to my cock. Her cunt felt so good sliding up and down my sensitive shaft that my head swam with pleasure. I gently cupped her firm tits with my hands, rolling the pretty pink nipples between my fingers as I fucked up into her. "Mmm," she moaned. "Is this what a man is supposed to feel like?" "Yes," I said, as I relaxed a bit, not wanting to come too quickly. The pleasure mixed with my excitement was driving me right to the edge very quickly. I needed to rest. As soon as I stopped stroking up into her, Ashley began rocking her body back and forth, fucking me. She groaned in pleasure. I felt that familiar tingling in my balls and I knew I was already past the point of no return. I was disappointed that I couldn't last any longer but, since it was already too late, I jammed myself up inside of her and came. Ashley's eyes grew wide with surprise as the first blast of cum from my cock struck the back of her cunt. Then she smiled and said, "Yes, Daddy, give me your cum! Give it to me!" I did, shooting jet after jet of cum up into my sexy daughter's body. I groaned with the pleasure of sweet release as I emptied myself into her. Finally, I dropped my ass to the bed. My daughter sat atop me, slowly grinding her pussy around my hard but diminishing prick. She moaned with pleasure but I knew she wasn't going to come. She didn't say a word. Finally, with my breath back and my cock nearly completely deflated, I said, "Sorry." "What for?" she asked as she pulled herself to the side of me and rested her head on my shoulder. "I meant to last longer than that. You didn't get to come," I explained. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "You made me come with your mouth. Besides, how long before you can do it again? I'm sure you'll last longer the second time." With her mother I was usually done and unable to recover, but I felt confident that my sexy daughter might be another story. It crossed my mind that maybe I should just stop right there, but it also crossed my mind that I was in so deep that I might as well enjoy it. I said,"Maybe thirty minutes?" Without another word she laid her head back down on my shoulder and snuggled against me. I lay like that with her for a while, maybe ten minutes, before getting out of bed, telling her, "I need to clean up." "Okay, Daddy," she replied. I spent a few minute in the bathroom cleaning myself until finally, I looked in the mirror. "What have you done?" I whispered. The guy in the mirror, despite looking somewhat guilty, smiled at me replied, "Hey, she came into my room and seduced me." I nodded and said, "Okay, well, I'm going back in there and telling her that we can't do this sort of thing." As I turned away from the mirror I heard him mutter, "Good luck with that." As I walked back into the bedroom, still nude but determined to tell Ashley that she would have to go back to her room, I was greeted by the sight of my daughter pulling off her nightie, leaving herself completely nude. As she got off the bed and walked toward me she asked, "Daddy, would you please show me some different positions?" All thoughts of stopping the incestuous relationship that my daughter and I had just started completely evaporated. Her request sounded reasonable to me. I had already let her ride my cock. So, what was the harm in showing her some more positions? I said, "Sure, Sweetheart. What did you have in mind?" She smiled at me, those dimples so cute on her cheeks, as she walked the three steps to meet me. As she dropped to her knees she whispered, "Surprise me." She cupped my flaccid cock and balls in her left hand, tipped the head of my cock up with her thumb, and, pressing her full lips to it, slurped it up into her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as I looked down at my young daughter's orange hair sway about as she worked on my growing cock. She was such a sweet girl and this was all her idea. I was proud of her for her boldness and determination. I loved her so much. My balls were still cupped in her left hand as she grabbed my hip with her right and proceeded to work her mouth back and forth, stroking my prick with her full sexy lips. Her tongue swirled around my member, fully in her mouth. She stimulated me with a skill many years beyond her. She was a natural. My cock filled out to full hardness within her mouth in short order. I was surprised at how quickly it came back. With her mother I was rarely able to do it more than once a night. Ashley stroked me with her mouth, pressing her face against my abdomen over and over until my cock had filled out to a length where she could no longer reach the base comfortably with her lips. Still, she blew me with all of her strength, rocking my body back and forth, the head tapping the back of her throat on each stroke. I kept my feet as best I could, interlacing my fingers into my daughter's orange hair for balance. Then I began fucking up into her face. It was so fucking hot to do that to her that I groaned with pleasure. Ashley was the one hanging on now. As my hard cock fucked into her mouth over and over she massaged my balls and held tightly to my hip so as not to fall over. Her full lips gripped my prick firmly as I rocketed it in and out of her mouth. As the pleasure flooded through me, the sating of that desire cleared my senses a bit. I stepped back, pulling my cock from her mouth. I said, "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I didn't mean to do that. Did I hurt you?" She smiled up at me and stood up. "Of course not, Daddy! I liked it. Well, now that you're hard, why don't you show me those new positions?" With that, she climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees. Her pale frame was so sexy to me, orange freckles adorning her limbs but her pale round firm ass was all white. I could see the dark asshole and the pink slit below, open and covered with moisture. She was ready. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Come on, Daddy. Show me how good you are." I smiled at that. I couldn't help it. She was challenging me, just like when we played any sort of game; video, board, or card. She would always say, 'Show me how good you are.' I had never backed down from one of her challenges and I wasn't about to start now. I climbed up on the bed behind her, my rampant prick leading the way. Her back was smooth and sexy under my left hand, the skin soft with firm muscles beneath, as I placed my palm in the center of her back. The folds of her pussy parted as I guided my cock with my right hand. I lifted my member, passing the head up her slit until it found the opening to her cunt. She was very wet. She called back to me, "Please fuck me, Daddy." Though I loved hearing it, she didn't even have to ask. I pressed forward, her cunt stretching sexily around the girth of my member. Holding onto her waist I drove myself into her until my balls rested against her clit, her juices so copious as to coat the front of my balls. Ashley pressed her butt back against me, helping to swallow all of my cock into her seething fuck-hole. She sighed with pleasure at the entry. She dropped her head, her hair covering and hiding her face from view. I slid my hands back into the fulcrum of her hips and, slowly at first, but then faster and harder, began fucking her. The sweet smell of her perfume was mixed with her fuck juices as I stirred them up to a froth inside of her amazing cunt. "Oh Daddy, you are good, aren't you?" she groaned. Her breathing was coming harder and faster as she neared orgasm. Her hand gripped the sheets as she pressed her butt back against my hammering hips. My balls slapped against her clit as my abdomen pounded against her ass, making a loud slapping sound that I was sure filled the house. I felt so free for it to only be the two of us in the house. So, I fucked her for all I was worth, slapping into her as forcefully as I could. Ashley loved it, taking all of my thrusts and squeaking "Yes, yes, yes," as she came. Her toes curled and she held her breath as her body tensed in orgasm. I felt the tight grip of her cunt around my cock become even tighter as she came. My slick dick was so hard that it didn't matter, so I continued to fuck her as hard as I could until I finally felt her grip ease, her breathing slow, and her orgasm subside. "Oh, Daddy," she sighed. "Did you enjoy that, Sweetheart?" I asked her as if I had just given her a piece of chocolate to try. "Oh yes, Dad. Please show me what else you can do," she said, trying to look back at me but finding her hair in her way. "Okay," I said as I pulled out of her and pushed her ass to the side. I rolled her over onto her back. Ashley looked so beautiful lying on her back like that, her small firm breasts pointing to the ceiling, their pink nipples hard with excitement. Her stomach was flat and pale, contrasting sharply with her pussy. The whole area around her slit was bright red with excitement. Pussy juices covered her entire crotch. "Come here, Daddy," she said, extending her arms. "I want to feel you on top of me." I moved over, centering myself between her spread thighs. I bent forward over her and, with one hand gripping the base of my dick and the other beside her head, supporting myself; I eased my cock into her wet cunt. I watched it go in, the wet slit parting easily around my slick prick, the shaft stretching her cunt around me. "Oh Dad," she sighed. "That feels so good." I smiled down at her. She was my little girl, but she was also a sexy woman. I kissed her, pressing my tongue down into her mouth as I slowly worked my cock in and out of her tightly-clinging cunt. Ashley kissed me back, passionately, moaning up into my mouth as she clung to me with her legs around my waist and her arms across my back. Encouraged, I relaxed into it, slithering my prick deeply in and out of her body, as I caressed my tongue gently against hers inside her mouth. I breathed through my nose as we kissed, inhaling her sweet scent. My sweet daughter began breathing heavier under me, her moans turning to squeaks up into my mouth. She suddenly gripped me hard with her arms and legs as she broke the kiss and buried her face up into my shoulder. Then, just as suddenly, she relaxed beneath me, her breathing slowing dramatically. She had come. She looked up at me and smiled. She said, "Oh, Daddy. You feel so big inside of me. I never knew it could feel this good." I lifted up and looked down at her as I resumed stroking in and out of her. Her cunt was a lot wetter than it had been. "Oh, Sweetheart, your pussy feels so good." As a growing sloshing sound filled the room, Ashley gasped hard said, "Oh, fuck me Daddy. Use me. Give me that big hard cock. It feels so good. You are so good to me." I worked my hips back and forth, slithering my cock deeply in and out of her wet warm clasping cunt. I was in heaven as I filled her again and again with my prick. My chest pressed down on her soft young breasts as I began hammering my hips down against hers, getting closer and closer to my second orgasm. She moaned, "Oh god, you really know what you're doing Daddy, don't you?" I couldn't reply as I surged into her tight box again and again. My prick swelled inside of her, the pleasure nearly too much to bear as my long hard cock plowed into her again and again. "Oh yeah," she gasped beneath me, her breath hot against my ear. "Wow!" she gasped. The she squealed "Oh shit!" Finally, as her orgasm overtook her she cried out, "Yes, that's it! Fuck me Daddy! Yes!" I slammed into her faster and faster but when her cunt clamped down hard around my dick in orgasm and I felt her warm juices coating my meat, I lodged myself deep inside of her and came. My thighs tingled as jet after jet of warm cum blasted from my cock deep inside of my daughter's sweet cunt. "Ah!" she groaned as her orgasm intensified at the feel of my hot jism filling her and flowing out and down her ass. "Fill me up with your sweet cum, Daddy," she finally managed to moan as she clung tightly to me, her arms around my shoulders, her legs tight around my hips, and her heels pressing down firmly against my ass. We lay like that for a long time. I rested my weight down on her as she clung tightly to me. Finally she relaxed and released me. I pulled myself up and looked at her. I felt so guilty and knew what we had done was so wrong. I didn't know what I was going to do about it. I didn't know what to say. She took a deep breath, put her hands behind her head, and smiled at me. She said, "Well, that settles it!" "Settles what?" I asked, curious. "You were right to tell me to leave those boys at school alone." She grinned at me. "No more boys for me! All I need is my sweet Daddy!"