Mg, fath/dau
Eventual marriage brought me a child of my own‚ a daughter. I watched her grow under the vigilant eyes of her mother: I knew that she was not the type to tolerate any hanky-panky with her precious darling. This, however, did not stop me having thoughts. You can’t censor a man’s dreams and you can’t make him into what he isn’t.
I only had to wait twelve long years.
Having watched and enjoyed seeing her toddler’s pussy and washing it, having enjoyed seeing her tiny nipples in dime-sized aureolas eventually start, around the age of 11, to widen, soften and fill, my daughter displayed tiny little nubs of future titties and a slightly fuller and more pronounced pussy mound. My eyes gloried on them and they received a great deal of attention in my mind. I spent hours alone, dick in hand, dreamily stroking that soft little apricot, feeling the smooth fullness of the outer labia, lightly drawing my finger along the crack before gently, gently parting the sexy little vertical smile for a tongue kiss. I’d find the little clit and lick round it and over it as she wriggled at first shily and then sensuously as she began to feel pleasure too. Damp and smelling of something flowery, like only young virgins do, I would wriggle my tongue into her little virgin hole, with my nose, wet and warm with pre-teen juices and saliva, on her clit as my hands went up to rub round and round and over and over the little swellings on her chest. Such joy, so near. I’d come on my hand and return to the real world.
But in fact I was now exiled from bathroom joys. Other pleasures appeared to be a still more unattainable dream. Then there came a day that changed a lot.
I worked at home while my wife went out to work and my daughter went to school. One day, when my now just 12-year-old daughter was home “ill” (but more likely avoiding some lesson she disliked), we broke off -- she from some TV show, I from my computer screen -- for a snack. As we chatted, she brought the conversation round to boys and things. The “things” became more and more about sex. This was a turn of conversation I liked the sound of. My daughter told me she was worried that she was not attractive to boys because, she said with a shy look, her breasts were rather small.
Seeing possibilities in this, I began taking about how male tastes differed, with some men drawn to large breasts and some to the small ones. I went on to say that I personally loved small ones, the smaller the better.
Of course, such a conversation forced my eyes to go to my daughter’s breasts as they jutted sexily out under her T-shirt. Her little titties were about the size of half lemons, shielded beneath a completely unnecessary training bra. I asked why she wore it. She replied that sometimes her nipples would rise under her blouse and that she was shy about people at school seeing this.
This talk was arousing me more and more and the beginnings of an erection was stirring in my pants as I “legitimately” looked over her lovely body. I looked at her round face framed by long curly light brown hair with large eyes, smooth full cheeks, pink lips framing a small mouth. I looked at her slender neck and shoulders below which the two perky half-lemons in question made magnets for my eyes.
She stood up to fetch something from the fridge and my eyes moved down to her long, straight legs, softly rounded thighs leading to the V of her little cunt which made a distinct mound under her jeans. I nearly groaned with desire.
That was the very moment she chose to say something magical. “Dad”, she said, going a little red in the face, “would you, you know, help me with some sex things... I...”. Choosing formal words to overcome her embarrassment, she hurried on: “I’m not sure of myself in that department and could do with advice.”
My heart leapt. There must be no more missed chances. Keeping to the same sort of formal wording as her, I said that I would be more than happy to, on condition that this was to be a deep, deep secret, undisclosable to even her best friends and still more so to her mother. I also said that we must both agree that this was just a friendly and loving sexual thing, a special father-daughter trust that we both understood would last just while it lasted.
She agreed.
Suddenly looking awkward, she stood in front of me. We had an agreement: but what came next? The fateful moment had come.
I moved gently, so as not be startling, into her personal space and embraced her, at last getting to feel her little tits pressed up against the lower part of my chest, she being half a head shorter than me. Holding her like that, I began to run one hand over her head, down to her shoulder, and then forward until it came to rest on her firm little pre-teen titty. As I pressed it, overjoyed at the feel, I told her again that I truly loved firm little titties like hers, that such titties had a special beauty of their own, that it was a really wonderful moment for me to be able to feel her lovely little breast in my hand, that this was something I had wanted for ages.
“Did you really?” she asked, looking up at me. “I wish I had guessed, although I suppose I sort of half did, because to be honest I thought I saw you looking at them rather often.”
I told her she was right, but that it didn’t matter anymore, now that we were putting the past to rights.
My hand was still delighting in the springy feel of her little titty when she looked up at me again. She kept her head still and this time I bent my head towards her and put my lips on hers. As I did so I let my hand slip down from her little breast and moved it down her flat little tum. With my lips still on hers, I rotated her with my other arm until she was rightly positioned for my hand to slip under the waistband of her jeans, under the elastic of her panties, to find a smooth pussy with just a very few soft hairs, all warm and cosy. I let my hand rest, a finger just covering her slit. Her pussy seemed to pulse: she was instinctively returning the pressure of my hand. She trembled slightly and, since our chaste kiss was still unbroken, I let the tip of my tongue just push between her lips. She trembled still more.
For my part, I was practically bursting with lust and delight. I let the moment last a little longer and then ended it, cradling her in my arms, one arm around her back and the other lower, holding her firm little butt and pushing her against my erection.
“Sweetheart,” I said, “I think we should go somewhere we can lie down.” I suggested to her that she go to her room and take off her jeans and T-shirt and after that join me, wearing just her bra and panties, on my bed. She said okay and I went to my room, where I stripped down to my jockey shorts and got under the covers.
A few moments later, she stepped a little nervously into my room, wearing just her little flesh-coloured training bra and bikini panties. The bra did a lovely job of giving her a sexy mini-cleavage and her tight panties barely covered her little mound. I could just make out the vertical shadow of her young girl’s slit. I gestured to her to get into bed beside me. She slid in and I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, her smooth thigh touching my hairy one.�
I cuddled her for a few moments and then, faces close together, whispered that I wanted to kiss her all over until she came. She knew what “cumming” was, didn’t she? Of course, she said, half-haughty and half giggling. I kissed her lips to quiet her, this time putting more tongue into her mouth. It was clearly her first French kiss, but after responding timidly at first, she soon began to return the kiss properly and our tongues were quickly entwined.
During this time, I was careful to keep my erection, which had grown to stunning proportions and was almost painful, well away from her. This was partly so as not to alarm her and partly so as not to spurt too soon and spoil my plan elaborated in my fantasy hours, a plan that was now coming true.
“I would like to make you come,” I said, “if you would like me to.” She nodded in agrement, and, after another wet kiss, I asked her to put her tongue out. She stuck it out. Pre-teen tongues are so lovely, being a lighter pink and with a finer grain than those of women and older girls. Her tongue was beautiful, pink and smooth. I first kissed it, then, placing my lips round it, sucked it and pulled it into my mouth. My little girl shuddered. Letting her go, I started moving my head, planting little kisses on her cheeks and neck, down the top of her chest to the pert little titties contained and pushed up by her tiny little bra. I kissed the soft, springy flesh raised by her bra. I nuzzled beween her breasts. My little girl’s breath was coming faster and faster. I placed my mouth right over a breast and blew hot air from my lungs through the cloth of her bra. She shuddered harder still.
Replacing my mouth with one of my hands, I worked my way down her stomach, kissing and giving little licks all the way, until my lips reached her panties. I kissed her little mound through her panties, feeling the springy fullness of her pudendum, scenting the heady perfume of a young girl’s arousal. I made my kisses firmer and felt her push back. My little girl was pushing her baby cunt into my face as kissed it! The hand I had left behind squeezed and stroked her firm little titties as I continued. She began to pant a little.
It was time to change the position. Relinquishing her baby tit with a last squeeze, I moved down under the covers so that my face was square over the Y of her upper thighs and pussy with my hands now under the firm globes of her pert bum. From this position, inhaling the sweet smell coming from the virgin juices now just welling from her little puss, I began kissing and licking the silken skin at the top of her splendid little thighs. Involuntarily, she spead them a little to make the kisses better still. Moving my mouth higher, I at last fully covered her little pussy, still under her panties, with my lips and proceeded to breathe in, the suction bringing her soft flesh seemingly into my mouth.
Her response was to push herself harder against my lips and her panting grew ragged. Holding her little globes firmly from behind, together we pushed her little pussy up against my lips, then relaxed a bit, and then again. My little girl’s movements started to become jerky and I chose that time to blow hot hair from my lungs through her panties onto the puffed lips of her pussy. My little girl came suddenly, with a series of rapid jerks and a small gargling cry. She wrapped her slick thighs around behind my neck, pulling my face into her cunt where my lips rested on her wet panties as her jerking gradually faded.
I asked her how she was feeling. Had she enjoyed having that orgasm? Her only response was to cuddle up against me. I slipped a hand between her thighs at the top of her legs, where I could feel the wetness seeping from her pussy and we both rested. I couldn’t imagine how I had managed not to come myself! My jockeys were pretty wet with my own pre-cum and a few solitary drops of actual cum, but this how I had wanted things to be. This was just the beginning.
I let a few moments pass and when she began stirring again, recovered, I asked her if she was ready and would like to come again, but in a more special way. Yes, she nodded wordlessly.
Gently, I rolled the little girl over, enjoying the lovely sight of her stretched out limbs, her thighs glinting with saliva and her virgin juices, at the top of the Y, until she was lying on her stomach. Pausing to caress the backs of her legs up to the beautiful firm globes of her bottom, up still further over her delightful hips that were neither those of a child nor those of a woman, I ran my hand up to the clip of her trainer bra, which I undid with fingers that trembled in the knowledge of the beauty I was planning to bring forth. After this, my hand travelled the same route in reverse, until I reached her panties. Hooking the elastic with my fingers, I pulled on them while she cooperatively raised her little bottom so that I could drag them down and eventually off. I looked at her little half moons, whiter than the rest of her because of her bikini line and kneaded them gently. She panted softly into the pillow into which she had burying her face and I gently parted the globes to get a view of her little pucker and the swelling of her pre-teen pussy below. She had one of those pretty pussies where the hood of the clit protrudes from between the labia like a tiny shark fin in the sea.
Rolling her once more onto her back, I was rewarded with the heartburstingly lovely sight of her firm little conical breasts jutting straight up from her chest, aureolas swollen with arousal, with her tiny hard nipples, like little pink raisins, as the topping, My eyes swept down to the V of her pussy. It was nearly hairless, with just a first flush of early pubes to enhance its beauty. It was my favourite kind of little girl pussy, the kind where the outer labia pout roundly, like soft lips on each side of the slit, the labia minora hidden within, a treat to be found on deeper exploration. I feasted my eyes, knowing that my hands and lips would soon get their turn. Her legs twitched slightly with excitement and this made her little titties wobble a little too. The scene was headily, nearly unbearably, beautiful. I had waited 30 years for such a moment and I was going to make it last.
My little girl looked at me with wet, trusting eyes. I leant forward for a gentle kiss and then ran my lips down slowly until they reach the upswell of her little titty. My cock strained to near bursting as I allowed my lips and tongue to drag up the incline of the wonderful little cone until a baby nipple caught on my lips and popped between them with a small rubbery plop. I plunged my mouth down on the lovely little tit, suckling on the tiny nipple as I roiled my tongue over it. My little girl writhed with pleasure under my face.
I moved to and fro between one marvellous titty and the other. My little girl grabbed the back of my head and pushed me deeper and harder into her firm little breasts. I wanted to swallow them whole and was practically doing so since I could get a whole one into my mouth. She panted and writhed, making light moaning sounds that were perhaps the words “More” and “Harder”.
�As I sucked, kissed, and slobbered over those little cones of delight, I slid a hand down her belly to find the fine hairs of her sweet virgin pussy, to cuddle the little pudendum in the palm of my hand, to finger the tender little slit, all slithery with her juices, to find the little dimple at the top, to slip into the crack and pass a fingertip with a gentle rub over her tiny clit, and at last to gently scout for, and find, the virgin hole I had always longed to visit. I began to slip the tip of a finger into her. Her girl flesh was so silken and slick that I felt like I was in heaven. I let my finger penetrate half an inch or so was rewarded by ragged panting and gentle wriggling as she lifted her hips for more.
I could hardly bear to tear my lips aways from the little cones where they were so happy but lust drove me on. I resumed my previous position for pussy pleasuring, a springy half-butt in each hand and lowered my mouth onto her now naked little vagina. It was slick and slippery with her juices. I rubbed my face into it and at last allowed my lips to reach her bare labia. They were full and soft and warm. I slurped on them. I licked them. I pinched her light fledge between my lips and pulled back, feeling the hairs slipping between my tightened lips as the pull on her pussy made her writhe and pant. I licked down her slit, parting the labia with my lips. Between her open labia, I found her little clit, engorged and lovely, and licked around and over it. Her little hips juddered as I did so and she spread her legs wider to invite me in deeper. At last, I allowed my tongue to travel down until it was the the entrance to her little hole. I let it wander around the entrance for a few turns, to taste the wonders of her virgin juices. Her body began to tremble non-stop. This was the moment: I made my tongue stiff and drove it into her virgin hole as deep as I possibly could, my lips moulding themselves to her cunt lips, my nose rubbing her clit. With a shriek, she came and came and came, thrusting her little pussy into my face as she pulled my head into her.
When her throws subsided, I slid myself slowly up her body, as I did so wiping my face on the sheet since she might not like me to be quite so covered with love juices, kissing her little titties tenderly on the way before moving face to face for a gentle kiss. “Was that good?” I asked. She nodded breathlessly and pressed her hot little body to mine. I glowed with the pleasure of her compliment and gave her a sly, loving look. “That was only part two, and I think and hope part three will be even better!”. She pressed her little titties harder still against my chest. “I don’t see how anything could, but let’s see”, she responded with a brave and happy smile.
It was my turn to get naked now, and time for her to lose her virginity. I rolled away from her, stripped off my underpants, which were damp and a little sticky from my sweat and collected pre-cum and little dribbles of cum I had emitted involuntarily during my �earlier delights. Rolling back towards her, my erect dick came to rest on her warm little tum. Just the knowledge and feeling that my dick was running over the smooth skin of my own underage daughter gave me a thrill. In fact, just thinking about it made we want to cum.�
But that would be a sin, the sin of waste - when there was a tight, sparsely-haired and lightly peach-fuzzed pre-teen pussy that needed to be penetrated by an incestuous shaft, a ravishing mouth to be (what else but) ravaged, and eventually a tight little anus to be visited within its two globes of tight young-girl flesh. The spirit was willing and the body would have not to get weak.
And I wanted each one of these acts of active incest to be done well and good, so that she would enjoy them and, I dared hope, come back for more.
I guided her hand to my raging cock. She grasped the shaft and moved it about, experimentally, as if it were a manual gear shift. It was nice. Of course, any attention an erect cock gets from a young girl is nice. In my case it was all the nicer and more super special since it was a child-loving cock in the hands of a pretty pre-teen, the depths of whose juicy little virgin cunt it would soon be exploring. A little dribble of pre-cum mixed with cum emerged from its swollen tip at the mere thought of this.
I had to do it and do it now. Rolling onto one side, I gently pulled my daughter onto her side so that she was facing me. My cock naturally found its way between her hot cushiony thighs and the shaft rubbed up against her little labia. I pumped a little and felt her wetting. My daughter was panting and wheezing, holding and pulling to keep the rhythm going. I rammed by tongue into her mouth – passionately, not violently. The motion rolled us so that my sweet 12-year-old was on her back. My hand went to her pussy. It was nicely wet. Things were moving fast. Mouth pressed against mouth, tongue lashed tongue. I dipped my finger into her little hole, into which it slipped tightly but easily. (I had rather suspected she had discovered the joys of playing with herself from the ages she would spend locked in the bathroom and it didn't feel like my finger was the first to be up in that tight, slick little love tunnel. She later told me that she had indeed masturbated herself with her whole finger but that mine was the first time a man's finger had been there.)
Getting on top of her, I positioned my cock at her entrance and began to penetrate her. Oh, she was tight. But there were plenty of love juices to oil the way and her sweet pre-teen cunt stretched to accommodate me. "Oh, oh, oof," she went, jerking her sweet hips up to help. My cock settled in the right line, and, slowly and gently, I pushed it further in. She exhaled sharply, and I sucked her hot breath into my lungs. Driving down, I got myself in up to the hilt. "Ooooh, oooof!", she cried. She was so hot inside. It felt so good to be penetrating the inner sanctum of her girlish body in a delicious act of consensual statutory rape. �I pulled back, her pussy walls clinging to my member, then slid slowly back in, feeling the tightness of her little girl's cunt expand to fit me. It was exquisite to know that my incestuous dick was exploring the depths of my own little girl, that her raucous huffing and puffing was the result of my�incestuous penetration, that she was getting her first fuck from her own father and enjoying it... In all too little time, our movements became wilder and then I was cumming, spurting great squirts of adult semen into her lovely hot, childish hole. She cried out with pleasure and came too, her pussy walls spasmodically milking my member. I caught the nipple topping one of her firm little titties in my lips, burying my face into the warm, springy breast flesh, and suckled in time with her spasms, prolonging and amplifying the waves of her orgasm.
We lay back exhausted. I hugged her and from time to time while I gently slid my softening dick to and fro' in her now well-fucked little pussy. She responded in the same sensuous way. We continued in this fashion until her springy pussy, oiled with all that juice and sperm, started to push me out. There followed a fun, giggling rush to the bathroom, where I stood her in the bath to watch some my incestuous cum dribble out from between the now puffy lips of her little cunt. I rubbed my finger on it and lathered it over the neat little mons. I slid a finger over her labia and slipped it back into her. She wriggled her bottom and I changed directions. My well-oiled finger found her tight anus, circled it and applied a little pressure. She ooh'ed and aah'ed at this novel feeling.
It was time to freshen up for renewed love assaults on that lithe pre-teen body. We showered, dried, and returned to the bedroom.
"That was so good," I said. "I have never felt such pleasure before. You're a lovely girl, my own special girl, and your first lovemaking needed to be with someone who would appreciate you properly."
"I'm glad we did this together," she said. "I've always wanted to give you a special present and didn't realise that it could be this."
We were cuddling as we spoke. My delighted dick began to show signs of renewed vigour. Kissing her, I said that there was a present girls could give men, a special treat - a blow-job. Of course she knew what it was, 12-year-olds do nowadays. She said she was worried that it was disgusting. I asked her if it had been disgusting when I tongued her pussy. "No, that was lovely. It felt really special and sexy." I said that like all really good things, it was an acquired taste and that she too would get a taste for blow-jobs if she tried.
Her smooth-cheeked little face was next to mine and I kissed the corner of her lips, kneading her springy little cones with my hands. "All right," she said, "What do I do?"
I told her I would lie on my back and that she should play with my cock in her hands. When she felt ready, she could begin to kiss it and eventually suck on it. If she wanted to be really nice, she could make it cum like that. Some girls swallowed the cum. Most girls either liked the taste of it or at least didn't mind. Men, for some reason, probably because of their dirty minds (here she giggled and gave my dick a short sharp jerk), liked cumming in girls mouths and seeing them swallow it.
I badly wanted to see how my naughty, incestuous cock reacted to the feel of her hands and lips, so I fluffed up two pillows to prop me up a bit.
My daughter moved down the bed and, a little gingerly, began to handle my cock, examining it with curious eyes and tentatively squeezing it. Of course, it could not receive such attentions without beginning to grow. "Ooh, that is nice, actually," she said. She squeezed it with her inexperienced pre-teen hand. It sprang to further attention. Suddenly she said "What a good boy you are!", as if she were back to playing with dolls, then leant further forward and planted a little kiss on its head. �I looked on with delight at the profile of her little titties jutting down and the girlish face making her lips pout for the kiss. I felt pre-cum begin to rise in the shaft.
Now that my cock was a doll for her to play with, she began to get into her game. "Let's see how you like this," she said and gave it a lick. The response was an eager twitch. "And this!" Making her lips into a small round �"O" and moving down on the now nearly erect member, she got the head to plop into her hot little mouth and roiled her tongue over and round it.
This was turning into a lovely blow-job, even for a first-timer. It was so wonderful to think that I had my dick in my own daughter's pre-teen mouth, to actually see a little girl's head going down on a grown man's dick. I put a hand out and squeezed her little titty gratefully then moved it to the back of her head to help her acquire a rhythm. The soft warm O-ring of her lips gripped my shaft and, once I got her going, grazed my gland sensuously on each passage. I was going to cum and decided not to warn her. Knowing her character, I reckoned she would want to go the whole hog first time. When at last I felt my orgasm starting, I pushed down a little more on the back of her head and spurted her second dose of incestuous cum into her gorgeous, hot young mouth. She pulled back a bit in surprise but did not try to take my dick out. Hot sperm filled hot mouth and bathed my dick in delight. The little dear sucked on it and I saw her slender throat contract as she swallowed. At last she pulled back, her lips still forming a tight little "O" ring, and my dick returned from heaven into the open air with a soft plop.
My little girl moved back up to cuddle against me, asking in a whisper if she had done things right. I told her the truth: it was the best ever, she was a sweet, brave thing, everything was wonderful. I pressed my lips to hers, settled my now-satisfied cock in the warm comfort zone created by her soft but full little mons and silken upper thighs, cupped her delightful butt in one hand (with one finger gently pushed into the crack, the tip cozily settled on her little anus) and in that position we gently drifted off to sleep.
� aengus 2012
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