A Change Of Mind
Introduction:
A chance occurrence reveals a father and daughter’s feelings for each other.
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I was into my third pitcher of some off-brand Irish Red
when the “too-tall-brunette” approached my table. She had that
tell tale look of too many whiskey sours and not enough self-
appreciation. She was well put together, having chosen a sateen
dress the sank low enough down her chest to show the
malnourishment in the visibility of her sternum and the slight
swell of her small breasts as they disappeared behind the material.
It was fairly short, stopping high on her thighs at the dangerous
line of showing us all if she were wearing panties that night if she
had some obstacle to step over. Brief eye contact and a complacent
look told her she was welcome to continue her approach. She
turned the chair so she’d be facing me directly without having to go
through the trouble of turning her head to speak to me. She sat,
giving the chair a little scoot forward as her legs crossed exposing
more thigh than I deem tasteful. Especially considering her thighs
weren’t much bigger than my biceps. Her one saving grace came
with her opening line. She was brundt, honest, not giving any note
of struggle in her intended purpose in the club that night.
“Do you wanna fuck me?” She said it with that slight head wobble
of confident sarcasm with her final word turning into a sort of
open mouth smirk before closing into a seductive smile. Her next
move was expected, looking down briefly for aim before taking her
straw into her mouth with her lips pursed much more than
necessary in an attempt to appeal to my fantasies of fellatio as the
cylindrical object slid in and out slowly during her sip. She was
fixed on succeeding, and, if I were any other man, I’d have her
stumbling behind me in her too high heels as I dragged her out to
my vehicle to give her a sure answer to her question. Though, she
wasn’t prepared for my response. I dropped my head a bit, with a
soft smile and a breathless half laugh. I then looked up with the
same soft smile and an inquisitive squint as I pondered the best
way to decline.
“See… The majority of men have these mental responses to the
sight of a female. They see a woman like the brunette by the bar.
Her hips are wide, suggesting the form of child bearing. Her
breasts are ample without being imposing. Her hair naturally
beautiful, lacking the obviously false bright highlights or the
dramatic sheen of way too many hair products. And her face… You
can see she isn’t a fan of make-up, and she doesn’t need it. The
sight is a natural beauty. In our minds, she’s near perfect. All we
need to know is if she’s capable of forming words into sentences
properly enough that we don’t have to struggle to decipher her
meaning. And while many would say she’s overweight, most of us
men, if we were being honest and able to overcome our hard-on for
adjusting to current social standards, would say that she is by far
the most attractive female in the room, and possibly in a ten mile
radius.”
I continued looking at the plump brunette as I picked up
my glass for a long drink. It was almost as if I had forgotten too-tall
was even sitting there for a few seconds. Then, looking over, I knew
I’d made my point with her. She had those “are you serious” eyes,
and her previously on-display lips had tightened up like a drum. I
smirked a bit, having a sense of pride in my ability to tear down the
esteem of this girl who most fools would call a goddess. She looked
down and away, ensuring herself that she had not sparked my
interest. She stood, smoothing her dress, picked up her glass with
a jerk and walked away.
“Have a nice night” I offered a parting word that she ignored. My
eyes returned to the better looking brunette. I gave myself about a
half second before deciding I didn’t need to talk to her, finished my
last glass and left the club.
The only reason I went to that club was to wind down
with some drinks. And these days, it was so infrequent, the
waitresses didn’t even remember my name anymore. I suppose my
lifestyle and age were no longer that of the club hopping type.
Thankfully. Being 39 and a single father didn’t leave much time for
a social life. I continued pondering these thoughts and recalling
barely the last time I had taken an offer like too-tall’s as I pulled
into my driveway. Looking at my home, it’s no mistake that long
hours and no friends can help to build quite the lavish life. My
house was much too large for myself and my daughter, but we
managed to fill the space with enough stuff to make it look like a
comfortable home and less like a warehouse. Since I dedicated
myself to work and raising my daughter, I’ve done everything in
my power to be sure she had everything she wants and needs.
Alicia, my daughter, was 8 years old when her mother
passed away. It was a car accident of her own fault. I guess it’s not
such a great idea to drink a fifth of tequila before heading to pick
your child up from school. I’m thankful everyday that she never
made it to the babysitter’s house. We were separated at the time,
though Alicia always spent more time with me, work allowing. She
preferred my company over the lethargic half attentionshe
received from her mother. After the wreck, I devoted every waking
minute to her. I showed her as much love and care as I could to
distract her from the fact that her mother was never coming back.
Surprisingly enough, she never seemed to mourn. Two years later
she actually told me, in her best “I’m-a-big-girl” performance, that
she didn’t care that mommy was dead because mommy wasn’t a
good person and never took care of herself. I nearly lost it.
I guess I managed to do my fatherly duty. She never
went without anything and knew I loved and cared for her. She
was always in the know about things when her age and bodily
changes cam about. I even went as far as to have the birds and
bees talk when she began having her period. I wasn’t shy about it. I
didn’t stumble over the words or try to beat around the bush.
Beyond all that, she was well educated, well rounded in morals and
behavior, and just a good girl. I was proud of her. And there we
were. Four years after her mother’s death, we had become a well
adjusted family. Just the two of us.
It was actually just a week after her birthday when our
lives began to change. It was a normal day, she had come home
from school, done her homework, and was showering before
dinner. Like any other day. I was bringing a load of laundry to my
bedroom when I heard her yell for me. In her always playful
manner.
“Daaaad!!” Then a moment’s pause too short for any response
before repeating. “Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!”
I laughed and shook my head. “Yes, dear!” I was at my bedroom
door, just five feet away from the bathroom.
“I forgot to get a towel!! Bring me one!!” This wasn’t uncommon.
She’d forget, I’d grab a towel from the linen closet at the end of the
hall, and hand it to her through a cracked bathroom door.
Innocent and simple. Not this time…
“One second, sweetheart!” I walked to the end of the hall, opened
the door, and grabbed a towel. I turned to head to the door when
she yelled out again.
“I’m so cold! I’m coming to get it!” I kept walking, assuming I’d be
at the door before she could exit. I was stopped stone cold in my
tracks when she came bounding out the door. She saw me stall and
stopped. I dropped the towel almost instantly as the sight hit my
eyes. She was dripping wet, and obviously cold, as evidenced by
her tight, hardened, young nipples standing up on her barely a-
cup breasts. Her hair was pulled mostly behind her back, but the
strands left over her shoulders made for a continuing water
supply, streaming over her torso and following her natural curves
over her hips and between her legs. Of course, my eyes betrayed
my better judgement as I took in the sight of her pussy. It was
completely smooth. I couldn’t decide if she hadn’t grown any hair
yet, or she’d been grooming herself. My eyes continued down,
appreciating the sight of her legs as they glistened in the hallway
light. They weren’t the slender, immature legs of a girl her age.
They had taken a more feminine shape. following the more than
appealing swell of her hips, taking that gentle dip in at the knees,
then the wide flare at the top of the calves and perfectly toned
down to delicate ankles. As my eyes shot back up to hers, I enjoyed
the foreshadowing of a perfect hourglass shape that was begging to
take form. As our eyes met again, I had a brief thought of comfort
realizing it had only been about 2 and a half seconds for all of this
to occur. Her arms clamped over her chest.
“Ya gonna gimme the towel, daddy?” She spoke in a higher pitch,
and gentler tone than usual. My head was whirling. Luckily I was
able to act fast enough. I reached down and picked up the towel,
hurriedly moving forward and throwing it around her shoulders
and pulling it together in front of her arms. The way the towel
swallowed up her tiny form brought me back to reality.
“I’m so sorry, baby. You caught me off guard.” I feigned a smile
and turned away, heading into my bedroom.
“It’s ok, daddy” was all I heard as she pranced off to her bedroom.
I entered my room, closed the door quietly, and leaned
back against it. I closed my eyes tight as my head landed against
the door. And of course, as they closed, the image I had just seen
took over. That perfect little body. Dripping wet. All the right
curves glowing in the light. Her little half-surprised, half-scared,
innocent look on her face. The way the valleys of her hips sloped
into her mound. My god, I thought, it was the most beautiful pussy
I had ever seen. I shook my head. Opened my eyes, feeling the burn
as the light hit them. I looked down, kind of mumbling to myself.
Nothing coherent. Just making sounds as my brain worked like a
freight train to expel the image. My eyes closed again, and there
she was. The way her left foot turned in a bit. Not a defect, just a
result of her quick halt. Even that small detail had me going crazy.
Her innocence was the primary factor. Even if she were a foot
taller and had l arger breasts, her innocence still would’ve had me
at a loss. I had to gain some composure. I had to eliminate these
feelings I was having. As I began to open my eyes, my evil hand
went straight for my cock. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized I
was harder than I had ever been in my life. My hand gripped it
gently over my shorts. I groaned almost silently. Then gave in. I
dipped my hand into my shorts and came in contact. My cock had
never been so hard, so hot, nor had it throbbed so much. It was
like holding a beating heart. I stroked it slowly, my thumb on the
top side, three fingers along the bottom ridge. I closed my eyes
again. She was still there. It took all of fifteen seconds before I was
blasting a massive load of cum into my shorts. My mind was
immediately thankful that I had a master bath to clean myself up. I
was just taking my cum covered hand out of my shorts when the
quick double knock of my daughter startled me.
“Daddy! What’s for dinner?” Your pussy. I shook my head again.
Damn my lack of a sex life at this very moment.
“Just a minute, baby. I’m changing.” I knew she wouldn’t come in
if I said that. I walked to the bathroom as I heard her footfalls
diminishing down the hall. After a quick clean up and a change of
shorts, I headed downstairs.
Walking past the living room on the way to the kitchen, I
glanced nervously toward the couch, seeing her sitting there
watching tv like any other night. She didn’t seem spooked at all. I
knew she heard me come down, but she didn’t turn and give me
some weird look, like “what a perv”. She just went about her
business like nothing had happened. I had no such luck. I had to
keep my composure.
“What are ya hungry for, sweetheart?” I always used pet names,
unless she was in trouble. I felt like if I used those terms of
endearment, she would never question my affections. Of course
now my mind lashed out at me. -You’d like to see just how sweet
she is- So frustrating.
“I dunno, daddy… How ’bout pizza?” I was off the hook. I knew I
couldn’t keep my head clear enough to cook a decent meal.
“Sure thing. I’ll get it ordered.” I picked up the phone and ordered
our usual large pepperoni and large sausage and green pepper
pizzas. We always got the same thing. Sort of a routine when it
came to pizza hunger. After hanging up and laying the money on
the table in anticipation, I knew I had to join her in the living room.
I gave myself a silent pep talk. Telling myself that I could withstand
her near proximity without going back to the vision of her
immaculate nakedness. I walked toward the living room.
As I entered, she glanced up at me before returning her
eyes to whatever cartoon network show she had found. As I sat on
the opposite end of the couch, she looked over and began to move.
-Not my lap. Not my lap. Not my lap-
“What’re ya doin’ way over there?” She bounced over to me, threw
one leg over mine and nestled in beside me. This was our usual tv
watching posture. She enjoyed being cuddled. She was a very
touch oriented person. She turned more toward me, sliding an arm
over my stomach and hugging herself tighter against me. I was
going crazy. After my little fantastic session in my bedroom, I was
still a little on the aroused side. Her firm, warm thigh over mine,
mostly exposed as she wore those soffe cotton shorts with the
waistband rolled up at all times in the house. Her arm wrapped
around me, drawing my attention to the fact that her braless
breasts were pressed against me, separated only by the thin
material of our shirts. I swear I could feel her nipples. As if they
could still be hard from earlier. I shook my head a bit, clearing the
thoughts. I was hard again. Not entirely engorged, but enough that
she’d probably notice if she moved her leg over a few inches, or if I
had to stand to pay for the pizza. The doorbell rang at the instant
the thought crept through. I rose slowly, trying to keep my pelvis
turned away enough as I passed her. I wasn’t hiding anything. I
knew, if she had looked up, she would’ve seen the bulge. I just kept
walking.
“Pizza’s here” I tried to keep other subjects in mind. Dinner. Tv.
Drinking a beer with dinner. Baseball. Anything! It wasn’t
working.
Embarrassedly, I paid for the pizza with a half raging
erection pushing my shorts out a good four inches. Luckily, my
doorway is dimly lit, and the pizza delivery boy made no gesture of
notice. After paying, I closed the door and laid the pizza’s on the
table.
“What’ll ya have to drink, baby?”
“Water is fine, daddy”
I filled her glass, and grabbed myself a beer from the
fridge, then skillfully picked up the pizzas and headed back to the
living room. I thought surely the shadow of the pizza boxes would
conceal the bulge this time. I moved around the coffee table and sat
as I set the pizzas down on the table. I then sat our drinks down,
opened the box, and retrieved a piece for myself before settling
back, crossing my legs to avoid her cuddling and to cover my
erection that just wouldn’t quit.
“Uh… You didn’t bring me a beer?!” She joked. She knew I
wouldn’t cave on that point, but loved to play on the subject all the
time.
“Haha… I know you’ve been sneaking them behind my back! No
more for you!” I joked back.
She sipped at her water before grabbing a piece from her box and
relaxing as she ate.
It was an hour later. I had done well. My erection was
gone. She hadn’t persisted with the cuddling. She had retrieved me
two more beers through that time. It was getting late now.
Probably 9:30. She looked over with her pouty eyes.
“Daddy… Can I stay up late with you tonight? We can watch a
movie! Any movie you want.” She had that look mastered. She
knew I never took the look into account, but it never hurt her
chances. I gave her an inquisitive look, already knowing I’d say
yes.
“I suppose, baby. But you can choose the movie or whatever. I
don’t mind.”
“Thank you, daddy!” She squealed as she bounced onto me,
hugging my neck tightly and kissing my cheek.
She was on her hands and knees. Crawling up to the
entertainment center to browse our dvd collection. I couldn’t stop
myself from watching her ass, staring at her thighs, wishing her
shorts were just a little thinner in the crotch. What surprised me
was that i saw no hint of a panty line. To my knowledge she never
went without, and I knew very well that she owned no thongs. Of
course, my brain told me she went without for my sake, so it’d be
easier for me to finger her later. More head shaking. I looked down
at my beer bottle, then finished it in a couple quick gulps. I had
more control now. Her crawling display hadn’t made me hard
again. I rose, walked to the kitchen and grabbed another beer. I
planned to bring it back to the living room, but upon opening it, I
immediately guzzled it all down. I grabbed another and returned to
the living room to my seat.
My head was a bit fuzzy now. Guzzling my fourth beer
had done the trick. The fifth would prove well as a sleep aid. I
hoped. The other option could not be entertained with my current
company. She had chosen Watchmen. I loved the movie. She was
pretty fond as well. She was pretty fond of anything I enjoyed,
truth be told. I agreed to her choice and reached over to turn out
the lights as the movie began. As I nursed my beer, she began
scooting into position to get cuddly again. I tolds myself the beer
had me incapacitated, and I wouldn’t have to worry about another
incident. So I allowed her. Again her arm went around me, and her
leg went over mine. I had reclined to the side a bit. So, this time,
she was almost on her side, laying halfway over me. Her leg, her
evil little leg rested right between my legs. I could feel her warmth
just barely touching against my cock through my shorts. I knew, if I
couldn’t control it, she’d be feeling every inch of me.
I convinced myself that I was over it, that I wouldn’t
allow myself to be aroused by her again. Even if I had seen her
naked again, I wouldn’t give in. She was excessively cuddly that
night. She kept scooting in everytime she noticed she was slipping
away. Within the first hour of the movie, she had forced us into a
more reclined position. I was laid back, resting my head against
the jutting top shoulder of the couch, my legs still mostly together.
She was laid up on against my side. Her head resting against my
shoulder. My arm laying over her back. Her arm wrapped around
my stomach. She had snaked her leg between mine, her thigh fully
pressing against my thankfully flaccid cock. I wondered if she
could feel the shape of it. My fright in the situation made me feel
like we were both naked, and that she could feel every detail. She
had to feel something. When I changed, I unwittingly donned a
pair of cotton shorts as thin as hers, with no boxers. I gave up on
the thought and tried to focus on the movie. It was then that I
noticed she had begun to absently stroke my side. In the position,
my shirt had crept up, and her hand had found its way under the
hem. Her tiny fingertips gently caressing my side. It was an
innocent enough gesture. She had done similar things before. But
in light of our earlier altercation, I struggled with arousal again.
And it couldn’t have come at a worse time.
The love scene. After the birds and bees talk, I hadn’t
really shielded my daughter from such things. I didn’t let her
watch porn, but I wasn’t too concerned about her seeing love
scenes on normal movies. Especially considering she could see
them anytime she wanted to if she were watching alone in her
room. This one was fairly short, and not very graphic at all. But
with my problem begging to strike back, it was enough to ruin my
efforts. The bigger issue was my daughter’s response to the scene. I
had never thought of her to have sexual thoughts at all. Much less
for her to respond like this to a mild scene. Her hand jumped at my
side, her caress became a bit more firm. I could feel her back arch
under my hand, her chest pressing against me more. Her nipples
were definitely hard now. Her thigh moved up, pressing harder
against me. She was spreading her legs. I knew because her goal
was to press her pussy against my hip. The heat of it finished me
off. I began growing. I heard breathless whimpers as her hips
rocked ever so slightly, but firmly against my hip. She was
probably unaware, but her moisture had bled through shorts and
dampened mine. I was rock solid. She had turned her head, her
forehead resting against my chest, her hips had tightened up, her
wet and wafrm pussy pressed tight to me, her thigh moving up and
down on my cock, those breathless whimpers became high pitched
pants. She was having an orgasm. I was frozen. I knew if I moved,
it might derail her. And aside from my internal chastising, I was
enjoying every minute.
As the scene ended, I felt her tense body calming down.
She was totally silent. He thigh slid down a bit, her head laid down
on my chest as it was, her hand ceased moving all together. I felt
her heartbeat against my side. It was quick and hard. Her
breathing was a bit heavy, and she quivered a bit as she tried to
keep it under control. I relaxed my body as well. Having frozen up
like a tree trunk as she worked her pussy against my hip. I was
surprisingly calm. Not too concerned with my exceptionally hard
cock on blatant display in the blueish glow of the tv. My breathing
was a bit heavy as well. Her hand moved, started caressing my side
again. She made no other move before speaking.
“I’m sorry, daddy.” It was a soft whisper. The sweetest sound I had
ever heard come out of her mouth, to be honest. A warm rush
blasted through my body as she said it. I knew I needed to say
something. I slid my hand up her back, kind of gripping her side,
hugging her to me.
“It’s ok, sweetheart.” I whispered back at her. She let out a heavy
breath. Letting me know my acceptance of her apology sounded
genuine to her.
Then, without thought, my hand moved. As gentle as her
hand caressed that small section of my side, I returned the favor
on her back. Starting over her shirt, but easily reaching the lower
hem and pulling it up with ease. I feather lightly slid my fingertips
up and down her back, letting them trail to her ribs every few
strokes. Her breathing was heavy again. Her thigh had slid up
again, contacting my still hard cock. My hand began wandering
further down her back. I could’ve easily reached a healthy handful
of her ass in our position, but at this point, my actions were more
instinctive. Like I’d done it a million times. But my hand did
wander. I felt my fingertips brush against the waistband of her
shorts. Then again. On the following stroke, my hand had moved to
the left a bit. This time my fingertips noticed something else. Her
shorts had moved. Her action against my hip had caused them to
creep down a bit. Enough so that on my downstroke, my middle
fingertip slid gently into the crease of her ass. The sensation was
overwhelming. That same warm rush went through me. Her body
jerked slightly as it happened, but she made no move to escape. So
I did it again.
Her lack of objection spurred me on. I wouldn’t go
straight for the prize, but I knew there were certain boundaries I
could cross. I firmed up my work on her back, rubbing up and
down more like a massage, but softening up as I reached that
crease. I grew more bold, letting my fingers slide into her shorts,
using that dip in her ass as an entry point. She arched in again, her
breathing even heavier. I went further. Going for broke, I decided
to test the waters. I slid my fingers into her shorts, my middle
finger in the crease, the others following the curves as I pushed my
hand in. I lifted my finger as I felt it getting closer to that tight little
pucker. To my surprise again, she pushed her ass back. My middle
finger grazed her that tight pucker. She shivered, and I heard the
slightest whimper escape her lips. I couldn’t really believe it, but
she wanted it. Either she knew she liked it, or she was just so
sexually charged at that moment, that she was willing to accept any
form of stimulation. I wasn’t one to argue.
I slid my hand into her shorts again in the same fashion.
My middle finger slipping between her perfectly round, perfectly
firm yet soft mounds of flesh. This time I let my middle finger rest
in the crease, gently caressing slowly down to her hole. As I felt it, I
slowed down, so softly sliding my finger over it. She inhaled
sharply, then whimpered and held her breath, her hand on my
side gripped my flesh, her hidden hand grasped out, catching my
shirt. Her ass pushed back, forcing my finger against her firmly. I
repsonded in kind, slowly pushing just a bit against the sensitive
hole. She let out her breath again with a moan.
“Mmmnnnnhh” Was about what it sounded like. It didn’t much
matter what it sounded like. It threw me for a loop. It was, by far,
the sexiest thing I had ever heard in my life. I pulled back slowly, a
grin taking my face as I felt her try to follow my hand with her ass.
As my hand moved up her back again, she moved.
Slowly she began to turn her body, until she was laying somewhat
on her side. My hand was still able to move up and down her back,
but now, as I glanced down, her chest was available to me. Until
now, my other arm hadn’t moved from it’s position slunk over the
arm of the couch. Her hand moved slowly to my bicep, gripping it
gently and lightly tugging at it. I followed her lead as her hand slid
down my arm as I brought it over to her. Her tiny hand gripped my
large wrist, and she led my hand to her chest. Nothing could’ve
stopped me from giving her anything at this point. She seemed to
know exactly what she wanted, and I never denied her anything.
She placed my hand over one of her breasts, then covering my
hand with hers, pressed in, arching again to make the touch more
firm. I lightly gripped her chest. There was barely enough there for
me to move my fingers at all, but I did my best. As her hand
dropped away, I took her cue and began massaging her budding
breasts. Going back and forth, giving each a good rub, and teasing
her nipples with my thumb.
“oh god… Daddy…” I was mesmerized until she spoke again.
“Are you ok, baby?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“Mhm” She responded quietly.
Her hand moved down to the bottom of her shirt, pulling
it up, moving my hand out of the way. She hiked it up, exposing her
tiny breasts to my view for the second time today.
“Wait” She said it in a clearly audible voice. I froze again.
“Y-yeah, sweetheart? Is everything ok?”
She sat up straight, her shirt falling into place. She
looked sternly at nothing at all. I thought it was all over. She was
about to start screaming at me and calling the police. They’d come
in, guns blazing, and I’d be a goner.
“Daddy…”
“Yes, baby.”
“Is this really happening?”
“I… It seems to be, baby. We can stop. I know it’s wrong. I
shouldn’t have done it. I’m so sorry, ba” Her fingers hit my lips
gently.
“Are we really gonna do this?” She took her hand away. Then
looked down at her lap. “I know I’m young. But I know what sex is.
And I know this isn’t legal. But I also know I want it to happen. And
I know I want it to be with you. And it’s not just sex!” She said as
she slapped the couch. “It’s making love. I love you. And I know
you love me. And I knew it was more than just a father and
daughter kind of love today in the hall.” There it was. She
mentioned it. And apparently it had an effect on her as well. I was
relieved and scared out of my mind at the same time. She looked
over at me abruptly. “Do you love me, daddy? Like… Real love?”
I was dazed by the question. My 12 year old daughter
had just asked me if I loved her romantically. I knew if I said no, all
of this would end, and she could be scarred for life. I knew I loved
my daughter. Probably more than most fathers loved their
daughters. And at that very moment, in a few seconds of thought, I
was able to give her an honest answer.
“Yes I do, baby” My whole body was covered in goosebumps as I
said it. Her eyes were instantly filled with tears. I didn’t know what
to do. I waited.
“I love you too, daddy.” She whimpered quietly. Her eyes locked on
mine, her tears stopped, but the streams on each cheek were still
there. It was an image I will never forget. We had confessed our
love, and it seemed we were preparing to consumate that love. I
gave her a soft smile. Then, out of nowhere, I knew my next move.
I reached up to each side of her face, resting my hands
on each side. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” I waisted no more
time. I leaned in and kissed my daughter. It wasn’t our morning
smooch as she went off to the bus stop for school. Or the goodnight
forehead kiss I had given her every night for so many years. It was
a kiss of love. Our lips were slightly parted, both wetted
instinctually as I leaned in, my tongue lightly grazed along her
bottom lip. As I ended the kiss, my hands moved back and dropped
down around her, pulling her to me as I rose up in my seat a bit,
my cheek resting against hers in a tight hug. Her arms flew around
me, hugging tight, almost desperately. I held on until her arms
loosened. Then slowly leaned back into my original position.
“I don’t know what to do now, sweetheart.” I was honest with her. I
didn’t want to be the one to make the first move if we were to
resume. She settled back into her first position, just cuddling up
with me. Her eyes went back to the tv screen. Were we dont for
tonight?
“Let’s just let it happen, daddy.” Nope. She was all in. I couldn’t
have convinced her to wait. She wanted it now as much as I did.
And just as I preferred, she wanted it to come naturally as it had
moments before.
I started caressing her back again, and she went back to
caressing my side. We were slow and methodical, but it was
natural. We watched the remaining minutes of the movie, not
really paying attention, just allowing things to progress
organically. Her thigh moved up. My cock had softened a bit, but at
the touch of her warm thigh, it woke up again. It didn’t rage back to
life, but twitched and began to firm up. She was intrigued by it
more now. I felt her hand slow on my side, just as my fingers
dipped into her shorts again. That same arching, whimpering
motion happened, causing a quiet groan to escape my lips. I stayed
in her shorts this time. My finger gently circling that tight, slightly
pulsing entry to her ass. I didn’t concern myself with getting to her
pussy, even knowing it was a couple inches reach away. She liked
what I was doing, so I continued. Then I noticed her hand moving.
It moved fairly quickly over my stomach and down to my shorts.
She looked up at me as her thumb slipped into thew waistband. My
eyes met hers with a sort of desperation. She knew what it meant.
She then lifted the waist band and wormed her hand into my
shorts. Her tiny fingers sliding through my hair and splaying over
my hardening shaft as they met it. My hips moved up as I groaned
quietly. My cock responded quickly, hardening almost completely
into her hand as she gripped it softly. I was tingling everywhere.
My thoughts were gone. I hadn’t even realized her moaning, or the
fact that i had my middle fingertip into her ass about a half inch.
She was squirming now. Her little hand just gripping and releasing
my cock as the pleasure confused her actions.
“Daddy… unnhh” Her hips started moving, her pussy pressed
against my hip again, but this time with the added stimulation of
my finger probing her ass.
“Mnnh… Unnhh… Mmmmdaddy.” I started breathing heavier
than she was. The sound of her pleasure was driving me crazy. But
I didn’t want to ruin it by trying to do something more. Not yet.
She got ahold of herself enough to start stroking my cock
with more skill. Not really skill, but just better than her previous
motions. I couldn’t complain. I hadn’t had a strange hand on my
cock in years, much less the tiny hand of the daughter I had fallen
in love with. It felt better than any pussy I ever had. The love and
lust building in us both was so intense, I think just looking at each
other could’ve made us cum at that point. Her strokes smoothed
out, my hips meeting her strokes in a steady rhythm. My hand
continued, her hips grinding into my hip, her moans quieter now.
She was just enjoying it. Not rushing herself to orgasm. I let my
hand wander. Sliding down into her shorts more, my fingers met a
distinct wetness. I was right there. She had stopped moving. Her
back arched, her ass pooched out in what had to be an
uncomfortable position. I was not even a half centimeter away
from sliding my fingers into her pussy. I crept forward, feeling my
finger dip a bit into the start of her tight slit. I nearly came in her
hand at that point.
“please, daddy” She whispered at me again. It was like an order
from a general. I couldn’t say no or stop.
I moved my hand more, my middle finger sliding slowly
into her, it was tight on my one finger. I couldn’t imagine what it
would feel like to plunge my cock into her. It was like a dripping wet
vice. I slid in more.
“UUUNnnnhhh… Please!” I pushed further. She began panting
like a dog that had just run a mile to find no water. A little more. I
was so flushed and hot, it was almost unbearable. Just another
little push and I felt it. Her hymen. It almost forced me to stop, but I
knew she wanted it.
“Baby… I cant get my finger in any more.” I was bold to say those
words. I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to respond.
“I know, daddy. I don’t want you to do it with your finger.” My cock
jerked in her hand. I was ready to go further now. I reached over
with my free hand, placing it over my shorts onto her hand.
“Can I take you to bed, sweetheart?” Her eyes lit up as she looked
quickly up at me.
“Yes, daddy.” She whispered. That whisper could start wars.
I let her move off of me as my hand slipped out of her
shorts, hers sliding out of mine as well. She stood slowly, taking my
hand as she did, pulling on me to get up. I gripped her hand and
pulled her back to me as I stood, spinning her to face me. I leaned
down as my arms wrapped around her and kissed her deeply. Our
lips more parted this time, my tongue sliding in a bit to toy with
hers. She moaned into the kiss. My hands slid down her body to
her ass, gripping just below it, I lifted her with ease. Her legs
wrapped around my waist as her arms wrapped around my neck.
We kissed more as I began to walk toward the stairs.
A quick thought breezed through my mind as I took the
stairs slowly, carrying my young daughter toward my bed. Looking
back, it was mundane to think about it. I thought, I’d never go for a
girl like this. She’s too thin. Her hips aren’t big enough. She has
light brown hair, when I’d usually go for darker. Her breasts are
smaller than I’d like. Not that I really have a preference in that
area. And she’s inexperienced. I usually go for the thicker, wide
hipped, ample chested, dark brunettes who know what they’re
doing in the sack. I guess I was having a change of mind. It helped
that four years pretty much alone with this girl had developed a
love bond far greater than that of most fathers and daughters. I
renconciled myself to the fact that what I was doing was morally
and legally unacceptable, but… I couldn’t turn back. I loved this
little girl in my arms, and I intended to make her feel loved in every
possible way.
As I reached the top of the stairs and got to her bedroom
door, I stopped.
“You’re sure about this, sweetheart?” I asked with those desperate
eyes. I knew she would say yes, but I had to offer her a chance to
say no before we went through with it.
“Yes, daddy. I’m sure” She had that little sweet smile on her lips.
The same smile she used when I thanked her for something.
I continued walking. Planting little kisses on her lips
every couple steps. I nudged my bedroom door open and entered.
There was only light from my nightstand lamp dimly filling the
room. I figured that’d be enough. I walked over to the bed and laid
my daughter down gently, remaining over her to kiss her a bit
more. The new scenery seemed to give her some drive. She
reached up and grabbed my face at both sides and pull me into a
wild kiss. Her tongue darting in and out of my mouth, mine
following suit. Her hands slid down my neck, then over my chest
and down to grip the hem of my shirt, pushing it up my torso
quickly. I leaned up, allowing her to pull it off. Her hands went for
my chest, squeezing a bit and sliding around over my chest hair.
She had this look on her face. She enjoyed the fact she could run
her fingers through my chest hair. Almost like it was a fetish to
her. I wasn’t complaining. I then rose up onto my knees, she
leaned up, still enjoying feeling my naked skin.
“Sweetheart… You still have your shirt on. No fair.” I said with a
little grin. She smirked back at me.
“Maybe you should do somethin’ about it then.” She was game for
anything now. She wasn’t nervous anymore. And her calm
demeanor calmed me. I reached for her shirt and began pulling it
up.
“Wait, daddy…”
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Lemme get up. I wanna do it.” I moved to the side, sitting on the
bed. She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. She turned,
giving me a side profile, as she lifted her shirt. She crossed her
arms over, using that more seductive slow motion, her back
arching slightly as she pulled it over her head. As her breats came
into view, the dim light accented them perfectly. At that moment,
hers became the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. She caught
me staring all agape at her chest. She giggled quietly and threw her
shirt at me. I laughed in turn and cast the garment aside. I then
looked up at her. She gave me a look like “It’s time” and looked
down at her shorts. She hooked her thumbs in the waist band and
pulled. The way she was pulling caused them to slide down her
hips slowly, then quickly pop over her round ass as she continued.
She pushed them down her thighs and bent fully as she slid them
down her calves, turning to me a bit as they reached the floor,
giving me a barely lit shot of her pussy between her thighs. It was
the best strip show I had ever seen without question. She stood
and kicked the shorts off her foot and turned to face me.
“Do you think I look good naked, daddy?” She was using that
whisper again. I could feel my face turn red.
“You look perfect baby. So beautiful.” I stretched my arms out as I
scooted toward the edge of the bed, grabbing her hands and
pulling her to step between my legs that now hung off the edge of
the bed. In this position, she was only slightly taller than me,
reminding me of just how small she was. I wasn’t deterred. I
leaned in and kissed her lips softly, then again a bit more firmly.
My hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, feeling her
stomach pressing against my chest. My lips moved down, kissing
her neck, sucking gently before moving on to her collar bone,
feather-light kissing my way down to her chest. I was nervous
again. I kissed across the tiny swells of her breasts, not sure if I
should move to her nipples. Her hand on the back of my neck
pulling me down a bit told me it was ok.
As my lips hit her nipple, she gasped and arched toward
me. I ran my tongue around it softly and slowly, then flicked it a
few times with my tongue. My lips closed over it as my daughters
other hand moved to the back of my neck. As I started to gently
suck, she pulled me in tight to her chest, whimpering at the
sensation of my mouth on her nipple. I was fairly gentle with the
first nipple, then moving to the other side, I kissed over her nipple,
then took it in my teeth, biting down a bit, her hands grasping my
neck tight, gasping sharply, my tongue flicking over the tip of her
nipple before I closed my mouth and sucked in hard. My hands
went to her back, pulling her against me, relishing the sensation of
her warm, bare skin on my chest. I let my hands slide down to her
ass, for the first time able to explore the perfect curves of each
mound, squeezing them gently. I thought to return to my previous
work of teasing her tight hole, but decided it could wait. I had other
things in mind.
After I had my fill of her breasts, I had nothing in my
mind but tasting her young, untouched pussy. I leaned back away
from her and met her eyes. At first glance, some might think she
was afraid, but I knew the look on her face, her glassy eyes, she
was desperate for more. She was totally in love with me, and totally
in love with what was happening.
“I need you to lay down, sweetheart.” I scooted to the side, allowing
her space on the bed, turning a bit and bringing one knee onto the
bed. She just nodded her head with a quick “mhm” before crawling
on the bed. The bed was high. As she climbed up, I was treated
with a new vision of how to appreciate her body. The way her hip
folded perfectly, her thigh meeting her stomach briefly. Her back
foot, on its toes, flexing her calf. Her ass, those perfect globes of
flesh. Her budding breasts staying in place as she crawled with
them parallel to the bed. An older woman, even with such small
breasts, would have some sag. They’d be kind of dangling there
beneath her. That quick display of her simply crawling on the bed
gave me a bit more energy. I was rabid for her now.
She was on her knees for a brief second before turning
and laying out on the bed. She had her head laid on my stack of
three pillows, high enough that she was nearly in a seated position.
I turned toward her, looking at her face again to check for any
signs of apprehension. None to be found. She smiled at me now.
An innocent little smirk, then looked down her chest, my eyes
following her gaze. Her knees, till now drawn up in front of her, fell
open slowly. They laid in a diamond shape, showing how nimble
she was. My mind surged with ideas about her flexibility as I
moved across the bed to rest on my knees facing her. Somehow she
knew where I was head, and brought her feet apart enough for me
to get between them. I then stretched out onto my stomach, still
perched on my elbows. Looking at her eyes again, she still had that
happy look on her face.
“I wanna lick your pussy, baby. Is that ok?” I tried to keep calm,
and not let her see how nervous I was.
“You don’t have to ask, daddy. I want you to make love to me. You
can do anything to me.” She relaxed against the pillows, her arms
laying at her sides. She was totally submitted to me.
Her words, “You can do anything…”, made me blush
instantly. Her permission to have my way with her body was more
than enough to pull out any stops I might have made beyond this
moment. I scooted forward, sliding one hand under her leg, pulling
it back up into its bent position. I kissed just at the inside of her
knee, then moved down. Planting soft, wet kisses down the length
of her inner thigh. She jerked when I got about three inches away
from where her thigh met her hip. A little giggle. I let out a quiet
laugh in return.
“That tickled, daddy” Another small giggle. Her youth was still
more in tact than I was allowing myself to believe. Yet, somehow, it
was driving me forward. I continued, stopping at the valley of her
hip, giving a long, gently sucking kiss. It was my favorite spot on
any womans body. The skin so soft and sensitive. Just inches away
from the prize. I then kissed across her lower abdomen, my bottom
lip feeling the slope of her mound. I almost couldn’t resist it, but
managed to make it to the other hip. After giving that spot the same
attention, I moved to kiss her other thigh, working my way to her
pussy again. I could smell her from the time I planted that first kiss
on her other knee. It wasn’t the scent I had associated with pussy
for so many years. It was different. Sweeter. Like the scent of
cherries and cream. I imagined it would taste much better. There it
was. I was looking right at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen.
Her labia sealed up tight. Not a trace of her inner labia attempting
to escape. She was smooth. Not one hair in sight. And in the light of
the lamp I was able to see that she hadn’t grown any hair yet. She
had started her period only a few months prior, but hadn’t
experienced many other symptoms of puberty.
I tried not to stare too long. I looked up at her. She had
been watching me intently. Her lips slightly parted, her chest
heaving slowly. She was ready. I dropped my gaze. I kissed the
center of her perfect slit gently, my lips quivering. At this close
proximity, her scent was intoxicating. It took everything in me to
not bury my face into her like a hungry animal. Kissing again, this
time with my lips slightly parted, my tongue darting out to slip just
millimeters between those two plump lips. The taste… I couldn’t
imagine anything like it. How sweet it was. It was unlike anything I
had ever tasted. I grew bold, moving down a bit, sliding my tongue
into her slit, adoring that explosion of her flavor, then sliding it up.
I felt the depression of her love canal as I passed over it, but
continued on, sliding my tongue slowly up to her clit. She was
writhing a bit. Her leg in my hand tightening up, her back arching,
a quiet gasp. I passed over it at first, it being well guarded by her
inner labia and hood. On my way back down, I stiffened my tongue
and expertly navigated through the delicate folds of skin, hitting
her clit. She jolted. That sound from earlier came from her.
“Unnhh!” Only a bit more excited this time. Louder. One of her
hands went to the back of my head, almost slapping against it. Her
tiny fingers trying to grasp my very short hair. She pulled me in.
I slid my tongue down from her clit, this time allowing
myself the pleasure of slipping into her a little deeper.
“Unh! Daddy… oh my god…” Her words trailed into a whisper. She
was enjoying every second. I was finally ready to take it to the next
level. I reached up with my free hand, gently rubbing over her
mound, then using two fingers to spread her open. The sight was
amazing. Her inner labia were almost non-existent, just thin tight
folds beneath her now swollen outer labia. Her clit, in its little flesh
fortress. I pushed her open more, her tight little red clit popping
out. It was a bright red tone, and looked to be hard as a rock. I
couldn’t resist anymore. I opened my lips, kissing over her clit,
pressing my tongue flat against it. She pulled my head hard, hard
enough that she sat up.
“MMMmmmnnnhh… please…” She was begging for more. I added
a bit of suction to the kiss, withdrawing my tongue. As I sucked in
harder and harder, I was able to close my teeth at the base of her
clit. This drove her crazy. She was almost smothering me into her
pussy. Her legs were shaking like an epileptic. She slammed back
down onto the pillows, her back arching again. I held her clit there
between my teeth, gently pulsing my jaw, then began flicking my
tongue over the tip of her clit. What happened next was one of the
most amazing moments of my life.
“Hmm… Hmm… Daddy!!… Unnnnhhhh!” This little girl, who had
only had her first sexual experiences within the last couple hours,
began bucking her hips against my face like a seasoned
professional. She was having an orgasm. I’m not sure how many
times she had helped herself before. But even compared to her
grinding pleasures on my hip earlier, this was probably the biggest
she ever had. It almost hurt. They she was punding her pubic bone
into my face. I didn’t care. I kept up my work. Sucking, nibbling
and licking her clit all at the same time. The only thing that stopped
me was the stream of fluid that hit my chin. She wasn’t just having
an orgasm, she was cumming. Instinctively, my mouth dropped to
her tiny, virgin hole. My lips covering it much like they covered her
clit. I started sucking and dipping my tongue in. Luckily this was a
lengthy orgasm, she just kept gushing her little girl cum into my
mouth. I was lost in the taste and sensation. My thumb had moved
to her clit, rubbing it gently in a circular motion. Her hips slowed
down. I could feel her pussy stop throbbing around my tongue. It
was subsiding. I took in the last few drops of her cum that I could
find. My thumb moved away. I finished the kiss over her pussy like
any other, then raised my head, as her hand had lossened its grip.
“Daddy…” She was breathless. Whispering again. “Daddy…
What’d you do?” She panted a few times. “I-I don’t even… That was
so amazing, daddy” Breathing heavily.
“That was an orgasm, baby. Like what happened to you earlier…
When you were kinda humping my hip. Well… This is what it’s
supposed to feel like.” I suddenly became an instructor. I wanted
her to know everything she could about the situation. Her safety
and comprehension outweighed how much ecstacy I was in from
the taste of her pussy and making my baby girl cum for the first
time. I saw her face flush even more than it already was. She
looked to the side a bit.
“That was the first time I did that, daddy. I didn’t even know what
was happening then. But this… I don’t think I can handle that
again. It was so amazing, daddy.” I was lit up like a Christmas tree
at her words. She was satisfied, pleased, happy. I could’ve stopped
right then and never touched her again and been happy. But we
weren’t finished.
“Well baby… We can stop if you want…” I had a genuine look of
concern on my face. I didn’t want to overwhelm her and leave her
with a bad first experience. I wanted her to feel loved, not just
overworked.
“No!” She jumped as she said it. “I don’t wanna stop, daddy. We
still have to… do that other thing.” Her voice went quiet. Her face
reddening a bit. She wanted me to take her virginity. No matter
how turned on I was, no matter how much hotter things got, the
sexual nature of the situation was diminished in her words. I found
it adorable, innocent. And it settled me to hear her say it.
“Anything you want, baby.”
I crawled over her as she relaxed back on to the pillow.
She had the cutest grin on her face as I got closer. I kissed her lips
softly. Her hand reached around my neck, pulling me in. Our kiss
intensified. Our tongues dancing. Her other hand came to the side
of my face. She was whimpering into our kiss. I could feel her
heartbeat speeding. Her chest heaving faster. I thought she was
about to have another orgasm from our kiss alone. How amazing
that would’ve been. We slowed a bit. Then with a few last pecks on
the lips, I had a suggestion for her.
“Baby… It might be best if you were on top. That way… you can
control how slow we go, and how deep I go.” I knew it would be the
best way for her to enjoy it most. This was to be quite an
exhilerating deflowering. In comparison to the slim entry I felt
earlier, my cock would be like a baseball bat trying to slide into a
hole the size of a quarter. It was going to hurt. A lot.
“Ok, daddy.” She sat up as I leaned back onto my knees. Then as I
rolled to the side, lying on my back, she turned to face me.
“I know this is gonna hurt… But I don’t want you to stop if I
scream. I can handle it, daddy.” She was so brave and bold. She
had all the details worked out, and wasn’t afraid of anything. She
had resigned herself to accept every pro and con of the situation.
My baby girl was ready to lose her virginity to me. No matter how
much it hurt.
She slowly and methodically straddled my thighs. Her
gaze dropped to my cock. It wasn’t fully erect. She reached down
tentatively, gently sliding her flat hand over the length before
splaying her fingers around the shaft. She looked into my eyes.
That innocent, sweet look, just the hint of a grin. That look was
enough. I began to stiffen in her grip. Her grin grew a bit as she felt
it. She started to slowly stroke me, watching me harden.
“I think it’s ready, daddy.” She smiled up at me. I wouldn’t ask her
to suck me this time. That would have to wait. But at that moment,
with those eyes, I would’ve came in her mouth in a matter of
seconds. She rose up on her knees, barely able to fully straighten
due to the breadth of my frame and her slim build. She managed to
scoot forward, grazing my hard cock as her pussy passed over it. I
groaned under my breath as I felt the wet warmth. She looked
down, arching her back out a bit. Her hand gripped my cock from
the front briefly, and as if she’d seen it before, she let go to reach
around from behind. She lifted my cock, having to attempt to raise
herself higher. She toyed with me, rubbing the head of my cock
along her wet slit. It was so hot, dripping wet. The sensation was
enough to send me over the edge. Luckily, she stopped in time,
leaving the head of my cock nestled snugly at her entrance. She put
her fingers flat against the top of her slit, pulling up on it a bit as if
to adjust the angle of entry. She was bent, staring at where the
head of my cock was disappearing between her puffy little lips. She
had this inquisitive look on her face, like she was wondering if she
was doing it right. I was frozen again. Even when she teased
herself with my cock, how incredible it felt, this moment was
surpassing everything we had done. We were at the final breaking
point. I almost had tears in my eyes. It wasn’t a bad thing. I wasn’t
feeling horrible for molesting my daughter. I just felt so much love
and adoration for that little girl at that point, I nearly cried.
She looked at me, that same look of determination. She
tightened her lips, closed her eyes, and dropped. I jerked up to a
seated position, my arms went around her. I kissed her temple.
Her hand remained just at the top of her mound, the other went
around my back. I could feel her shaking, quivering in my arms.
She had only managed to impale herself on about an inch and a
half of my cock. It felt amazing, but I was more concerned with her
pain. Or her thoughts, if she was ok with what had just happened. I
felt her tiny, too-tight, but extremely wet pussy gripping the head of
my cock like a vice. She was still shaking. I put one of my hands on
the back of her head, holding us cheek to cheek. She whispered.
“it’s ok, daddy” It was almost too quiet to hear. I relaxed my arms a
bit, her head moved back. She then rested her forehead to mine.
“it really hurts, daddy”
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“don’t apologize… i love you, daddy”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
I heard her take in a deep breath, then plant a soft kiss
on my lips, her forehead still rested against mine. She seemed to
push her head forward, her hand slipping out from between us to
reach around my neck. She dropped down again. It was so tight, I
couldn’t tell if the first bit had broken her hymen, but I was
certain, this time did the trick. She let out a sort of whimepered
grunt. “Hnngh!” Then back to the whisper. “daddy…” She was only
about half way onto my cock. I could’ve let loose and had an
orgasm at any moment. But my mind was focused intently on her
welfare. Still shaking, even harder now. I could feel her slightly
cold toes bouncing against the sides of my legs as she shook.
“You’ll have to do the rest daddy… I can’t…”
“Baby… We don’t have to go any further. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not all the way in. And it’s a good kind of hurt. It’s already
feeling better. I just… it’s too tight. I can’t go down anymore unless
you push.”
I kissed her lips. Giving her a positive acknowledgement.
I moved my hands down to her hips, gently gripping them. Her
youth came screaming back again. I could fully grip her hips well
into her back and stomach. If I lifted my hands a bit, I could nearly
squeeze her enough for my fingers to touch. I pushed down so
slowly. She inhaled sharply, her head falling to my shoulder.
Letting out a breathless compilation of vowels. Another inch and I
found myself bottomed out inside her. Maybe five of my eight and a
half inches. I would’ve been satisfied with one.
“You’re in control, baby. You can handle it from here. I’ll help
you.”
“ok daddy” That whisper that could end the world. She lifted her
hips. So slowly rising off of me. She was jerking more than shaking
now. And there were tears in my eyes. It was done. We were
actually making love now. I was making love to my daughter. When
she reached her limit of lifting, she slowly allowed herself to slide
back down. Still so tight, still shaking, but still wet enough to
continue. I could feel the bit of extra moisture that was the blood of
her virginity. I’m sure she realized it as well, but she continued.
She lifted up again. I slowly laid back against the pillows, letting
her take control. I held her hips. She lowered again, a little faster. I
slowed her as she rested on the head of my cock again. She rose a
bit faster. “Unnh” I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. She
dropped down harder. This time I wasn’t ready. She landed hard.
Her body jerked violently.
“Nyuh! oh my god…” I lifted her up a bit, but then caught the grin
taking shape on her lips.
“Are you ok, baby?”
“Yes, daddy. It feels much better now.”
She raised up and slammed back down. I was caught off
guard. It took every bit of my fortitude to hold back my orgasm. She
moaned under her breath. She wqas enjoying that pain of landing
hard on my cock. My throbbing head slamming into her cervix.
And myself… I couldn’t think of the last time it felt so good. It had
never felt so good. No one could ever recreate this feeling for me. It
was ecstacy beyond anything I had ever imagined. She rose and
fell again. Her hands dropped to my chest. Her eyes closed. She
arched her back in toward my stomach. I could feel everything
tighten inside her. She lifted and fell again.
“Ah.. Ummmhh… daddy…” She had this high pitched tone. I’d
never heard it before, but it was the sexiest thing. Then it started.
She started bucking her hips fast. Sliding dangerously close to my
cock popping out of her, then slamming back down. It almost felt
like my cock was punching through the back wall of her pussy. She
let out these long moans, just long mmm’s rising and falling in tone
and volume. I couldn’t believe she was able to handle it. It was so
tight, I was sure I would tear her. But then, it was so wet. With one
hard thrust down, she sat up straight, almost tottering on my cock.
“uh.. ohmygod… d–daddy… unnh… unnh… OH GOD… PLEASE…
MMMNNHHH…. DADDY… UNNNHHH” Shehad another orgasm.
Her pussy threatened to crush my cock, it was spasming so hard.
She didn’t move. That last thrust did it, and she just sat there, her
whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her, her little
hands absently grasping at my stomach. I just held her hips.
Letting her enjoy it. When it subsided, her eyes were closed, this
long mmmmmmmm coming from her mouth.
“that was so perfect” She whispered to me.
“You did so good, baby.”
“Did you have an orgasm yet, daddy?” Her voice was so sweet. She
was genuinely concerned with whether or not I had finished.
“Not yet, baby. But you don’t have to-” She cut me off.
You have to have an orgasm, daddy. Or we’re not finished.” She
smiled, leaning down, laying against my chest. I leaned up to kiss
her softly on the lips. She returned my kiss, one small hand coming
to my cheek.
I pulled my hips down, sliding slowly out of her. She
moaned quietly. I slid back in gently. She moaned again.
“Does it hurt, sweetheart?”
“No, daddy. It’s so good.”
I continued. I gripped her hips, she stayed laid on my chest. I was
able to control her movements now. I held her up, moving my own
hips, building up speed. I let myself get lost in the pleasure,
readying myself for climax.
“Oh… god! Daddy! Please don’t stop…” One of her hands went
around the back of my neck. She used it for leverage, and started
matching my thrusts, rolling her hips to meet mine. I began to
moan quietly with each stroke. She got louder.
“MMMnnh… Please, daddy!!… faster!!…” I let go of all safety
measures and started slamming my cock into her with abandon.
The sound of me bottoming out in her young pussy was an audible
thud. Her continued gushing of her young juices made it sound
sloppy. I kept going.
“MMmm… Baby… I’m so close. I’m gonna cum inside you, baby” I
kept going. My thrusts becoming wild jerks into her. She leaned as
close as she could to me, her head still closer to my chest. Then in
the quietest whisper…
“cum for me, daddy” One last hard thrust. I held her tight against
me. One hand on her hip, the other on her lower back. My hips
wanted to buck, but only pulsed upward as I exploded inside my
little girl.
“HMM… MMMHH… UNNHH… UNNNHH… BABY… OHMYGOD…
MMMMmmmmhhh…. unnhh…” I could barely hear her moans as
she came again with me. So many thick shots of cum. I could feel it
pooling up around my cock as it spurted out of her pussy from
around my cock. There was no room for my cum with my cock
inside her.
I held her tight to me, the hand on her hip joining the
one on her back. I hugged her there for at least two minutes. Both
of us out of breath. Our chests heaving. Both of our bodies
spasming. We laid there in that embrace until our orgasms had
run their course. It was the most amazing orgasm I would ever
have. When we were both calmed down, and my cock had
shriveled and slipped out of her, I helped her to roll off of me. I
turned over, leaning over her, kissing her neck, then her lips
softly. I stroked her hair as we stared into each other’s eyes for
what seemed like hours. I could stare at her for the rest of my life
and be happy. We finally ended up in a more relaxed position. Her
laying mostly on top of me. Her head on my chest. I continued
playing with her hair. She finally broke the silence.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, baby.”
“Everything is ok. That was the most perfect thing I have ever felt.
It was so amazing, daddy.”
“It was more amazing for me, baby. I never knew it could feel so
good.”
“Can we keep doing it, daddy? Can I sleep here with you every
night? And make love to you before bed? Like I’m your wife?”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. The idea sounded perfect
to me.
“Baby… You know what that means? We could never tell
anyone…”
“I know, daddy. I’m not dumb. I just love you. I want this, daddy.
Please?”
“yes, baby” I whispered to her. Nothing more was spoken. We
drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
The next morning I woke alone in my bed. I was startled to realize she was gone from my bed. Immediately I began to worry that she’d been frightened and was on the phone with the police at that moment. Guns blazing. Daddy’s dead. I hurried downstairs, breathing heavily, my heart racing. I turned the corner to the kitchen after not seeing my daughter on the couch. I smelled bacon. As I looked in, there she was. She had put her shorts back on, but left her top off. Just that perfect ass in those thin shorts, and her slender, smooth back on display as she stood in front of the sink.
“There you are, baby… I was worried.” I spoke with a shaky voice.
“Worried about what, daddy?” She turned, smiling at me. “I made you breakfast.” Smiling again. “Oh… and look what I can do with this banana.” I then noticed she had a peeled banana in her hand. She brought it to her mouth, then leaning her head back a bit, slid the tick, pale yellow fruit into her mouth. My eyes widened. She didn’t stop until the peel hit her lips, then slowly slid it out. I laughed softly.
“Very nice, baby. That could come in handy…”
The End
