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Riding the Storm Ch. 01

By: Tihana



I have had some kind messages asking for more following the submission Voyage of Discovery. Rather than return to my journey, just now, I thought it might be valuable to pause a little and look at the beginning once again, but from a different perspective. This then, in my mind's eye, is how my father would tell the story. It is an imagining of sorts and of course kind to me. Mostly. Love, Tihana. 

*

I toasted my daughter and raised a glass across the table. 

"Happy 18th birthday, darling. Come. Dance with your daddy."

Charli had matured into the most elegant and beautiful young woman. Tall, slim, with great poise and balance, long slim legs and the most sensual face you could imagine. Tumbling blonde hair framed her face, her eyes, a piercing blue looked deep into your soul, her nose, cute and sitting above full, angelic lips, curled up at the sides in a half smile, dazzling white teeth. Her skin was golden, luminous. She shone. Yes she was a beauty.

Think my wife, her mother, actress, underwear model, much desired, pursued still by eligible men and the rich and famous and multiply by a hundred. No, a thousand. Ah, that's just the pride in me talking. Anyway, you get the picture: a most beautiful young woman, still pure and angelic. Yet to be tainted by the passage of time and with a life of experience ahead of her.

Whoever has her will be a lucky man. And, no, I wasn't jealous. Well, maybe a bit. All these thoughts tumbled through my mind as I rose from the table. I was interrupted by a noise from the bar area where my wife was holding court, surrounded by a throng of attentive men and jealous, fawning wives and girlfriends. She loved the attention and once too I was captivated by her spell but we both knew that I could no longer worship her in the way she expected.

"Well, Daddy?"

Charli stood before me, head cocked to one side, her arms, long, lithe, toned and bare, open and welcoming. Her smile dazzling, lips (I noticed) moist with a shimmering pale pink lipstick. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress, plain but stylish. It was a halter neck tied at the neck with a big satin bow, and hugged her figure. The material was soft and clung to her curves. She had well proportioned breasts that were adequate but her killer feature was her waist and hips....which swept in a curve from just below her breasts to her toned tummy and then began to curve out again to her hips.

Ever since she was young she had danced and had a dancer's poise and core muscle tone.

I placed my hand gently on this perfect waist and guided her to a space on the dance floor. The silky material moved under my fingers and I could feel her muscles moving naturally as she wiggled her body in time to the music and then she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me sweetly (on the lips), laughed girlishly and, leaning back a little, carried on with her wiggle.

So, can I tell you a few things? About what was running through my mind?

It was probably just me, but......was that wiggle innocent and naive or was she moving that way on purpose. And, if on purpose, was this a natural part of a woman's innate need to seduce from a biological sense that was just awakening in her, or was it for me? And then the kiss...did she linger just a little too long or was I imagining it? Or wishing it? Her lips shone. They were soft, full. Made for kissing.

Whatever the thoughts, they began to have a physical manifestation. I just couldn't control the gradual hardening of my cock. And there is no way that she could not notice through the thin fabric of her dress.

Wait a minute! Was her hold on me around my neck slightly tighter than before. Was she leaning back a little more to push her pelvis against me? Was her wiggle a little slower now, a little firmer, even deliberately sensual?

She was looking at me now with those piercing blue eyes searching me, looking deeply into me, with that curious half smile.

So, now the whole world slows down and the seconds take ages to pass. I feel a heightened sense of awareness as everything else fades into the background, out of focus. The music now just consists of a seductive, primitive beat, the vocals, jangling disco effervescence taken out of the mix.

I watch her form words as I focus on her lips. Her tongue just moistening her lip before she begins to create shapes. I notice the glisten of her saliva, the lines on her lower lip and then the soft overbite as she rests her teeth on her bottom lip, which plumps up under the slight pressure. Why does she do that? God, it's such a turn on.

And then the hair on her golden arms, fine and soft on the lower part and then her upper arm, baby soft smooth, with her muscle hardening as she moves it. I let my eyes flow over her shoulder, with the skin pulled tight over her collarbone, showing the bone like an artist's sculpture, her long neck.

Gosh I think I'm going to kiss it, my head moving down, slowly, my nostrils filling with her perfume, intoxicating my senses. This is madness but I am caught in a spell.

As my lips begin their long journey, my fingers tighten their grip on her waist, the dress rising up as I begin a little caress, my hands moving up from the skinniest part of her waist up an inch and then down. And then, once again on her waist moving from a polite central position to curve behind her back pulling her body, carefully slowly, closer, the soft swish of her dress on her stockings, the small but just noticeable reposition of her legs as she opens them a fraction to facilitate a better fit as I pull her closer.

My lips complete their journey and they brush her neck, and I take her taste onto my lips, a mix of perfume and her soft skin, my lips opening a fraction as they press, my tongue just touching, for a second, her neck, leaving a small trace of me on her, and then moving back and away, to look again at her face, her half smile, her two top teeth biting a little harder on those gorgeously, kissable lips.

My hands now at the back of her waist, moving down, slowly, slowly, to the curve of her bottom, firm to my touch, the dress moving seductively under my fingers, the sensation ripping through me to the pleasure receptors in my brain, giving a heightened sense of awareness. I could see her pupils dilating slightly, a sharp intake of breath through the half smile. Was that perhaps an appreciation of the delicate, subtle attempt to caress her perfectly pert bottom? Was that her way of encouragement?

And now my cock was beginning its own journey, jerking into life, until it rested at an uncomfortable 45 degree angle in my trousers. Her eyes sparkled now, her grip on my neck even tighter still, my hand now on her buttock, resting lightly, feeling the warmth and her gluteus working, pulling her as close as I dare.

My mouth is dry, my head feels like cotton wool. All the focus is now in my cock, as if my body was shutting down all other facilities so my entire mind and body could focus on the sensations from there.

Charli brushed her body against my hard cock, from side to side, from the left where the head was angled and then back up the shaft again ready for the return journey. And this time there was slightly more pressure.

The smile had been replaced now with a more serious look. A look of concentration and focus. Still biting that lip, her gaze steady and direct into me, searching me for reaction. And then again her movement of her hips across my cock. Firmer. A slight adjustment of her legs, yet again, a closer position, her body warmth hotter to my touch, her breathing slightly heavier, and again she pressed across my cock, hard this time so her dress material was caught for a second on my cock, caught at that embarrassing angle, and nearly a full size. And I was quiet big, there was no way she couldn't notice.

The seconds ticked slowly on. Charli dancing slower now, more determined, the swish flow left to right less obvious, now a slow but firm kick of the hips so she was moving just from the tip of my cock down the shaft and back. I could feel her pelvic bone pushing against me.

Her face now serious, eyes closed, the lip bite harder, the breath coming in little bursts. My cock, stimulated, was hurting, my balls bursting. My fingers dug a little harder into her bum, grabbing onto the dress material. Her movements now quickened in response, concentrating on rubbing herself against my cock. I wondered whether she was enjoying this, whether her pussy was being stimulated just as much....or even deeper still -- why was she doing this, and why with me?

She leant back a little to push again into the cock, firmly, in little circular movements, with her eyes closed as if in a trance. I could see her tiny nipples through her dress, firm, dying to be touched. And then, a little sigh, the pressure on my cock slightly less as she moved away a little, the room coming back into perspective, the disco beat returning, time back on track.

And Charli, swishing from side to side, barely touching me, holding me gently, but slightly away, eyes dancing, that seductive half smile. And the music stopped.

She took my hand and skipped from the dance floor with me in tow. Did that just happen? Was it a dream? Was my daughter teasing my cock? Did she just orgasm, even a small one? Or was it my imagination.

"Thanks, Daddy." The voice was Charli's. She squeezed my hand.

"That was a lovely dance. You dance well for an old man, much better than a lot of the boys," she giggled. 

"Anytime," I mumbled.

Then she kissed me on my cheek, and slipped off into the night.

This dance, so to speak, continued thereafter. We hosted and were invited to many parties. Always Charli would accept her dance. Always she came dressed to impress and wore clothes that were sensual to the touch. As if she dressed solely to tease me. 

Always there was that innocence and playfulness....and then, the journey to our own private world, my cock growing, her slow, seductive gyrations, my ever increasing boldness as I danced with my daughter....my fingers tracing delicate circles on her body, holding her tight, caressing her waist just under the swell of her breast, occasionally an innocent - or accidental - brush of her breast to feel her erect nipples. Always the need to kiss her...her eyes, cheek, neck. 

Always the closeness, the pounding heart and senses on fire. I learnt how to quickly reposition my cock when hard without interrupting the moment......so it was straight. We learned how to move our bodies subtly against each other. We learned how to use each other for our own pleasure.

The delicious flirting reached its nadir in late August, at a friend's beach party. I was spending a rare moment of intimacy with my wife, Mariska, on the dance floor when Charli cut in. Laughing gaily and kissing mummy on the cheek. 

I almost felt Mariska was pleased to get away from me, to have been released.

Charli was wet. She had just been for a swim and her hair was tied back in a pony tail. Over the summer her skin tone had turned a golden brown and her hair had golden blonde streaks. Summer suited her. She was wearing a white bikini, a contrast with her skin tone, and had thrown a virtually see through sarong over her tied loosely at the neck - I suspected as much for the sensual feeling of the material than just to look drop dead gorgeous (which of course she did).

He skin was cold to the touch and I brushed some dried sand affectionately off her shoulders and arms.

And so she began. That beguiling and hypnotic dance. But immediately she stopped. Holding me loosely and still but pressing herself against me. I was still hard from dancing with Mariska (yes my wife still gave me the hots despite her indifference).

She gave me a quizzical look, slightly perturbed as if something had been denied her. She was resting my hands on my shoulders, and cocked her head on one side and made a face before sticking out her tongue.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"You know," she said, "for being selfish".

"Well I will have to make amends for than then."

"Yes you will, Daddy", said with an emphasis on the Daddy.

I slipped my arm around her waist. Under her sarong. She had on a little silver waist chain (a present from an admirer) and I wrapped my fingers around it pulling a little tight.

"Ooh," she said, "don't break it. It's fragile, like me." 

She was moving against me now, normal service resumed, except this time she was chatting, albeit without a care in the world. This was a marked difference - our ritual was usually conducted in silence. 

"So," she said, wiggling against me, "you were dancing with someone before me. That's very naughty of you."

"That someone was your mother, you know".

"Well, she's not interested in you obviously. Look at her now."

I turned to do so. She was standing at the bar, glass in hand, a guys arm draped around her waist. Charli saw my face and giggled.

"Just as well I am here then. " And that beguiling tilt of the head and smile.

At that I pulled her closer, commandingly, my hands becoming bolder and tracing little runs up and down her damp back.

"Mmmm," she murmured. Again a departure. Normally we were silent, keeping our pleasure contained, for ourself. We did this for our own ends, our own private needs. Not to please each other. Were we becoming bolder? I guess I was.

My hand had travelled down her back now, and she arched into me, pressing her upper body close to me so I could feel the softness of her breasts against my chest.

Emboldened I slipped my hand under her wet bikini and caressed her naked bum, pulling her body tightly against my rock hard cock.

"Mmmm. Lovely," she murmured. Then, without warning, she broke. "I'm going in the pool" and skipped off..."You coming?"

I got to the pool. The place was rammed. The boy- men were jumping and the girl-women were preening, decoratively. I looked for Charli, heart pounding. She was not there. 

I headed to the beach, a knot growing in my stomach. The beach was deserted, the night just closing in with the sun setting on the horizon, a red glow reflecting off the still, black water.

I turned to go. Then heard a splash. She was swimming along the shore line then diving under the water and surfacing. As I got closer I could see she was naked.

I could feel the stirring in my loins. She saw me and stood, waist deep, her breasts clearly visible. Her breasts were two-tone - bronzed like her body except where her bikini had been it was a milky golden colour. Her nipples were small, pink, like a delicate flower.

She dived again and I moved to join her, kicking off my sandals.

"Fuck me, who is that babe.....she is so hot". A young college boy was now standing next to me, beer in hand, holding it by the neck.

"That, young man, is my daughter," I said protectively and taking off my vest I waded into the water to hand it to Charli who was now coming out of the water, oblivious to her nakedness.

"Spoilsport, old man," said the young man as we left the beach, my arm around Charli, falling quickly into my fatherly role.

"You better get changed young lady," I muttered, trying to manage my frustration and, possibly more acutely, a growing anxiety. Charli talking to me whilst, you know, was happening had spooked me.

"Where's the showers dad?" I escorted her to them. Then I turned away.

"Dad?"

My heart leapt and a sickness gnawed at me. I turned. Charli was looking at me as she pulled my T shirt over her head, and stood proudly in front of me, hips cocked to accentuate her curves and head tilted beguilingly.

"Thanks for lending me your T shirt". At that, she threw it at me and then pushed the door closed but I had already a permanent image of her standing there frozen in my mind, like a angel, naked but pure, with a glacial, ethereal beauty.

The next few days I walked as if in a daze. Wondering what I should do. What she might do. Struggling with my desire and the temptation.

I could manage our dancing ritual. That was of course patently wrong. But, it was natural, controllable. It enhanced my life and was, in my view, pretty tame really. We were just being affectionate with each other, teasing, enjoying stolen moments of personal time.

But now things had changed gear. My head was swimming. I was full of conflict and doubt and determination to behave appropriately.

But, always, there was the image of my angel, my temptress. My beautiful, sexy angel. So close, yet so far from reach.

Riding the Storm Ch. 02



Tihana's father continues his telling of their relationship........

I took the news of my wife's death and constant reporting of her lifestyle badly. But, not as badly as you might have thought. I was in truth fed up with my wife's affairs, her drinking, her drugs, her fawning entourage, her generally arrogant disposition. She had lost her very essence and had become a caricature of herself. 

So, I was not surprised at the circumstances in which she had been found. I grieved not for whom my wife was, the woman the public loved, but for whom she had been. I would never have the opportunity to rescue her as I had hoped.

To take her back. To reclaim her.

I had all this ripped from me. And then the press intrusion and continual stories, people shuffling with embarrassment (as they gave their final farewells but who had been party to my wife's deceit). No, her death did not put me in a bad place.

I was there because I had my future stolen, my retribution. Because yes, damn it, I could have saved her. Couldn't I? 

Charli had taken it badly. I didn't know what to say or do. So we just stayed out of each other's way. We barely spoke. I guess she was dealing with her guilt in her own way. She was going out a lot as well. And coming in late. And her clothes were becoming increasingly provocative. That bothered me.

So I decided to go away to our place in Majorca. For some "me" time. I guess I was surprised, but delighted, when Charli said she wanted to come. I felt a stirring in my loins as she said so. The first time that had happened for a while.

The first day we just sat by the pool. I had some work to do so sat in the shade but my eyes kept wandering to Charli. That honey coloured body, endless legs, golden locks. He cute nose, freckles and those oh,so kissable lips.

When she turned on her front, oblivious to the world with her I pod in, and unclasped her bikini top I caught a sneaky glimpse of her breasts and began to re imagine our previous flirtation. I wasn't actually sure any of it happened that way. 

Sure,we danced, I did get a hard on....but was she really aware. Did she really rub herself into me or was she just dancing. Had she deliberately revealed her body to me or was that just no big deal for someone at ease with their body. 

It was in that confused state that we went for dinner. Charli, of course, looked like a million dollars. A cream backless dress and matching stilettos that made her legs even taller, more fragile like a gazelle.

I got so worked up with myself, with my guilt and self doubt, that the conversation was stilted. How could I have been so silly? She is my daughter, just being affectionate. And there was me thinking...whatever. How does that work?

My mood carried on to the second day. I so much wanted to talk to her properly. Touch her...even just to rub sun tan lotion into her body. To enjoy her touch, or get a sign. Encouragement. But nothing.

So, after dinner I went to bed early, leaving her alone on the sun deck.

I lay awake for a while listening to the silence broken by her occasional foot fall and the clink of glass and splash of wine. Then silence. The sheets were cool and my mind was racing, wanting so much to dance with Charli, to feel her body warmth, to enjoy the electric shock of how we had teased one another like nervous teenagers exploring sexual excitement for the first time - which of course was exactly what she was doing. But I needed tenderness. And a release.

I must have drifted off to sleep but was disturbed by a sound in the room. I lay still, in the half world between dreams and reality. Charli was in the room. She whispered something I couldn't quiet hear and leant over me. She pulled the sheets back a little. I kept my eyes closed, heart beating, hoping for boldness. 

The slight pressure on the bed sent my nerves tingling and my mouth was dry. God I needed a drink. She was naked as she wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her body slightly sticky from the humidity, the softness of her breasts, and the majesty of her toned limbs as they snuggled into me. She brushed her nipples against my back, swaying like she did in her erotic dance, no doubt arousing herself.

I wasn't sure whether she was hoping I was in a deep sleep and just wanted to use me as an aid to her own pleasure so I lay there waiting. For anything, the sign. She was still too and I felt a coolness on my back replacing her body warmth as she adjusted her body position - or perhaps was about to leave. So I said something, a word of encouragement.

"Mmmm. That's nice....."

Nice! What a word, neither good nor bad. Whenever a girl said I was "nice" that meant she liked me, but not enough to screw. 

So I added, "...and horny".

She took that as the encouragement intended; as well she should, and ran her nails down my arms and over my chest, twirling the chest hairs playfully, pulling them with a soft giggle, trying to lighten the mood. I turned onto my back and put my arm around her sensitive shoulders, pulling her to me so I could caress her back. Just feeling her skin felt so wonderful. I let my hands dance over her, to the swell of her breast, her waist and hip line. I looked down at her face, those eyes studying me, the half smile, half serious look, and her moist lips, slightly apart. She leant up to kiss me on each cheek, and brushed her lips against mine. As she reached up her leg crossed mine and rested against my now pretty hard cock.

We found a position we liked, so I could caress her lower back, smoothing her as she purred with delight whilst she was teasing my cock with slight movements of her leg.

We lay like that for a while, saying nothing, not wishing to ruin the moment, caught in our own private thoughts. Was it enough for me just to treasure this moment, to enjoy her youthful beauty lying next to me, the almost innocent teasing of my cock. The whole moment was part innocent, part seductive -- an amazing combination. I was aching to be touched...properly. The teasing had done its job; I was teased to within an inch of frustration.

I plucked up courage:

"You OK?" I asked.

"Mmmm. Just perfect. You?"

"Look honey, I don't want to, err, (pause whilst searching for the right words) break the spell, but my mouth is so dry I need a drink. You need anything?"

I was just about to get out of the bed when she replied.

"You mean, do I need anything, apart from you?" and giggled. Then continued, "Let me get it, you stay there and keep the bed warm." At that she leant over, the sheet slipping from her body to expose her perfect breasts and then kissed me, a soft pressure of her lips on mine, mouth slightly apart, and a sweetness of breath. She grabbed a towel and was gone.

Her lips had been so soft, so gentle. My heart pounded. I quickly dashed to the toilet and gargled with mouthwash. I didn't want to ruin a promising moment with some basic hygiene. My cock was lolling manfully between my legs. I was well endowed in that department, a good 8 ½ inches, a nice girth, smooth and circumcised. So lovely and clean for my girl I mused. But just to be on the safe side, I splashed cold water on him, if nothing else to help him maintain his patience.

I was just back in bed when she came back, champagne glasses in hand. She had put her hair back in place and had applied some fresh lipstick, that lovely sparkly pale pink colour that just made her lips look moist and even more delectable. She came round my side of the bed, put the glasses down and then untied the towel, holding it in one hand to let me look at her, standing naked in front of me.

She held my gaze, here blue eyes searching mine, looking for a reaction as she let me take her in, appreciate her, approve of her figure, her breasts, her hips. This took only a few seconds but it felt like an age before she dropped the towel, a full smile as she did.

"My God, you are so beautiful. Come here.........please, come here," I pleaded whilst opening up the sheet. I could see her eyes glance at my torso, and my cock resting there firmly across my leg.

She took a deep in-take of breath, perhaps as reality bit, and snuggled in. It seems that we had both made a decision.

We sat for a while sipping champagne. Charli had just wrapped the sheet around her breasts so her shoulders were bare, her hair tumbling down onto them. She looked a little nervous, unsure of the moment that was to come. A moment we both knew was now inevitable.

"Look," I said, "let's just.........."

I couldn't finish my words because she had moved her face close to me, angled her head inviting a kiss and parting her lips in welcome. I kissed her, open mouthed, but gently at first, nibbling at her lower lip, kissing the sides, and then letting my tongue trace the outline of her mouth. 

I was still holding my glass so broke the kiss and leaned over to my side of the bed to put the glass down and then took hers, before grabbing her gently by the waist and pulling her down into the bed. She giggled girlishly at that, her hair splayed over the pillow, her face taking on that serious, expectant look that melted my heart. 

We kissed again and as we did I caressed her face, the tips of my fingers gliding lightly over the cheekbone, smoothing her hair back, then tracing down her neck line, and to the sensitive area at the nape of her neck. She was breathing a little deeper, moaning softly as we kissed, responding as my fingers sought out her erogenous zones.

I was lying above her, her breasts pressing softly into my chest, so I could feel the rise and fall of her breathing. She was mostly flat on her back but had tilted her body towards mine and had rested her hand on my hip as we had kissed. I could feel her nails on my skin, long and polished to a tip. Just the lightest of touches traced a gentle scratch down my body.

As I began to kiss more deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, my lips savouring her softness, her taste, she moved her hand round to encircle my cock. That startled me.

I wanted this sexual touch, but had not expected it. I had put it out of my mind, just enjoying kissing her and caressing her as if that was all I was entitled to. Her touch was at first so gentle, then firmer as she began to explore, her breathing getting deeper as we kissed and she enjoyed the escalation in sexual intimacy. She alternated between caressing with soft fingers and then running her nails up and down the shaft and as she did I kissed her harder, letting her know the pleasure she was giving me.

The thought entered my mind like an explosion. She no longer was using my cock in an innocent way to please herself, to fulfill her own discovery, as I had been using our dance for my own selfish ends and fantasy. No, she was seeking to give me pleasure.

I savoured this moment. Holding her gently, kissing her -- with little, frequent kisses, as she played with "him", getting comfortable, neither of us speaking. Occasionally I let my hand wander to caress her exposed breast and tease her delicate, pink nipple, perhaps a little squeeze of appreciation. Sometimes she sighed with, I hope extreme pleasure, sometimes she just looked at me....with what? Love, lust, bewilderment?

Again that nagging thought. Where is this leading too? What can possibly come of it? Is personal pleasure, mutual pleasure, enough? Or, have we got caught up in something that we should both stop? Like our own little fantasies running out of control. I knew what I wanted. I wanted her. Like this. All the time. I wanted to kiss her, caress her, and cuddle her. I wanted to have her. Be with her.

But this was madness. None of that could happen. It wasn't natural. I had to know.

"Charlotte?"

"Mmm?" A dreamy reply.

We kissed again, sweetly, her eyes closed. 

"Darling, please open your eyes and look at me. We need to talk about this?"

"Mmm?" she giggled, squeezing my cock tightly and digging her nails in, perhaps a little too vindictively "Don't talk, kiss......"

"No seriously, you are my daughter. This is wrong"

"Are you saying you want me to stop?" Again her fingers fluttering gently on my cock. "Because if you are worried that you are taking advantage of me, you are not. I am old enough to know what I want. And, we love each other, don't we.....?"

"Yes we do," I replied, holding her tightly, reassuringly, "but......"

"But, absolutely nothing". Then a giggle. "If you are worried about what silly people might think I'm Tihana for you, not Charlotte. Just tell people I'm your girlfriend, Tihana." 

(Perhaps I should explain that Tihana is Charli's middle name, named after her maternal grandmother, but I understood the sentiment, her assurance or perhaps her excuse).

She pushed against "him", big, firm and aching.

"And this is so right for us both. For you and for Tihana". She smiled sweetly. My resistance, such as it was, gone.

"So, does Charlotte's Daddy want to fuck Tihana? Or does he still have the hots for Charli, his naughty little girl?" she asked impishly, grinning whilst running her nails up and down the shaft, squeezing my balls gently, then with more firmness, which was delicious. 

"Of course I want to fuck Charli. Who wouldn't? She is beautiful. And pure, whereas you, Tihana, are every bit as gorgeous believe me, right down to the very last inch, and I love you just as much...."

"And, go on......" her grip now hard on that cock.

"And? And? Well I'm going to fuck you, that's what. Hard." (See what I did there -- I left that open as part of me did definitely want to fuck Charli).

I kissed her again, with meaning, with passion, desire, with gentleness and with purpose. I was caressing her now, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples (delightful, and I could tell she loved it as she moaned with pleasure), caressing her bottom and running my finger along her bum, teasing her anus. As I spoke to her, calling her "my beautiful Tihana."

I could see the light dance in her eyes, sparkling with pleasure and desire. Whilst all the time kissing her mouth, eyes, ears, neck, nibbling sometimes, gently biting her lip, mixing soft kisses with hard kisses, bit by bit taking control of her responses and the situation. I was guiding, teaching her what I wanted, finding out what her trigger points were, what she liked, what she loved.

I could tell her breasts were sensitive and she loved me being a little rough. As I devoured her body, bit by bit, she held onto my cock continually, playing with it, appreciating it. She was gripping it now, still, so I could move him in her hand.

"Please fuck me, daddy," she whispered, and then "oops sorry, please fuck me ...Tom. I need your big cock in me, I need to cum. Please help me cum".

I was taken aback by her directness.

"You are not ready yet." I replied firmly. And then, gently "but I promise that you will cum."

So I kissed her breasts again, with more passion, and bit her nipples softly with my teeth, pulling on them, then sucking and running my tongue around the nipple. I could sense the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. As I ran my hands along her waist and thighs I could feel a shiver of delight. I could sense her wonderment, her pleasure, her desire. 

When I went down her body slowly, teasingly, with her fingers wrapped in my hair, she squirmed under my lips, partly out of pleasure, partly out of nervous anticipation, until I pinned her down, holding her still as I buried my head between her legs, her pussy wet, swollen, aching, as I teased "her", circling my tongue round and round, driving her wild. I could feel the orgasm building.....so I stopped, bringing her back from the edge. I took her in my arms, kissing hungrily, letting her taste her own juices on me.

She squirmed with pleasure.

"Oh gosh. That was so naughty. So erotic. I nearly came then. I need to cum. Please."

Her eyes were on me, searching, pleading.

"Just relax, open your legs, darling".

I ran my fingers over her stomach, enjoying her muscle tone, and then down between her legs to the soft hairs of her pubis and onto to her inner thigh, teasing and kneading as I went. When I finally pushed my fingers into her, seeking out her clit and applying a little pressure as I rubbed she came for the first time.

I watched the orgasm on her face, the look of concentration, the eyes half closed, the mouth open and head tilted back as she arched her back to thrust her pussy against me. And then, the little grunt and tightening of her pussy.

But I was just beginning...and still I kept on paying attention to her clit and rubbing her, still watching her face all the time, the pleasure building over her, the flush around her neck, her breathing getting shorter and faster, her murmurings of pleasure becoming more intense. As the intensity of orgasm built to a crescendo she grabbed my wrist, digging her nails into it as a massive shudder went through her body. As she began another wave I sensed she was ready to erupt and pushed my fingers deeper in, filling her up. She let out a controlled scream of joy and grabbed my cock with both her hands, rubbing furiously as I continued to finger fuck her, letting the final scream come in a low guttural grunt, a little sweat on her brow and top lip. And then I came in her hands, hot, sticky, and beautiful cum.

We lay exhausted, we cuddled, she was smiling and happy. I felt alive. I had never enjoyed so much making a woman orgasm. To see her pleasure filled me with a deep sense of joy and contentment. We kissed tenderly. Slow. Languid. Tongues working together. Her biting my lip. Sucking my tongue into her mouth and sucking on it, like she was sucking a cock, no my cock.

I needed her now. He was hard again and needed to take her, to own her, to possess her.

"Ti? Ti?"

"Hmmm. Yes?" (she was Charli there. Just for a second. I need to watch that. Just in case it spooks her).

"Ti. That was wonderful. You are beautiful and sexy, and gorgeous, and smell divine and your taste....."

Giggles.

"Oh shut up, dad. Tom. Sorry need to get the hang of this. Just fuck me please, don't talk".

I kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts, sucking her nipples again until she squirmed, kissed her tummy then started on her pussy, burying myself in her until she came again, luxuriously this time, with a more relaxed enjoyment than the more frantic rush of before. 

And then, when she was ready, open, moist, her sex heightened, I lay on top of her and put my cock in, just a little. I just pushed slowly, gently, letting her pussy slowly accommodate him, caress him with her pink walls, until he was in - and then I stayed there without moving.

I could see in her face the satisfaction of that moment - her moment of possession. The moment she knew that I was hers. She had me and I gave myself willingly. After a few long strokes I rolled over onto my back, gripping her waist tightly so I stayed in her, until she was above me.

She rode "him", with my hands on her breasts, her waist, caressing her bum. Our eyes locked onto each other, gauging each moment of pleasure. I was guiding her body with my hands, tilting my body to make sure I penetrated her in the right way so I could grind against her clit, adjusting the rhythm slow, slow, hard, slow, fast, soft, building wave upon wave, taking her to the edge and then pulling back again, lots of nearly orgasms, controlling my pleasure and hers. 

The whole, experience was so profound for me. The sexual experience so intense and more than anything before. Add to that the illicit nature of what was happening and the natural bond of love developed over many years, the fact that I was clearly being adored and loved and that I was making my daughter happy, filled my head (Yes I know she was my daughter but if she felt that me calling her "Tihana" would save her soul then who was I to argue).




Riding the Storm Ch. 02



As these thoughts were taking hold the orgasms came, her riding me but letting me dictate the rhythm, gently taking control for a second or two to direct her this way and then that. I let her orgasm come and then rolled her over onto her back, pushing hard into her with long, deep strokes, watching her bite her bottom lip (in that way that drove me insane), feeling her legs wrapped tightly around me, gripping me, until I came again, my hot cum shooting into her.

I don't know whether any woman has told you how lovely it is to have warm cum inside them...but Charli did. Hearing her say that was, for me, the most amazing thing too.