Welcome to part 5. Around 12,000 words, should be around 3 or 4 pages.
This entire chapter is a single sex scene between dad and daughter. In reader’s feedback I’m often accused of writing whole chapters where paragraphs might do. Well, this might well be a prime example of that.
I wanted to thank UAlbanygirl518 for her help on the last few chapters and also Tofer Jordan for his help on chapter 2. Both have been invaluable.
There is plenty of wetsex in this chapter, you have been warned 🙂
As always, everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
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As the girls left, I locked the door behind them and turned to Amy with knots of expectation forming in my stomach. My heart thumped as I hungrily gazed at her and pictured what was to come. She returned my stare with the same hunger, the same passion, the same expectation that I felt. I braced for the expected impact, as I imagined her running and throwing herself at me. I was therefore surprised, and more than a little disappointed, when she turned to go upstairs.
“I’m off to get ready, get cleaned up,” she called as she turned. Her voice quivered with what I hoped was the same excitement and passion I felt.
“Are you going to be long?” I asked.
“A couple of hours.”
“A couple of hours? Really?”
She turned to face me, her eyes glinting playfully even as she shook her head like a disappointed school ma’am.
“A couple of hours, Daddy. You can wait that long can’t you?” she said, her voice tinged with mock sternness, “Remember, good things come to those that wait.”
That promise and the sultry look that followed, made my breath catch and had my pulse racing but still I nodded with exaggerated reluctance as I watched her fine ass and long legs disappear up the stairs.
I needed to fill that time, I would have practically exploded if I didn’t try. So I settled into what had become a bit of a routine. I washed their swimsuits, scrubbed down the pool deck, washed down the piss soaked furniture, and then went for my own shower.
By the time I settled onto the sofa, I felt calmer, less like I was on a hair trigger, less likely to explode on first contact. I realized that was probably Amy’s intention. Although I also realised that it wasn’t just about me lasting longer. It was about creating separation and space. Differentiating between what I’d done with the other girls and what we were about to do together. It was almost like she wanted to draw a line under the chapter just gone so that I was focussed on the chapter to come. What was about to happen was about love, and family, and incest. It was about us, and what we meant to each other, what we had promised each other. It was about satisfying the desires that we had both held for longer than either of us would dare to admit.
I sipped on my whisky as I waited for her to join me, expectation and excitement building with every passing moment.
My heart skipped as soon as I heard the creak of the landing floorboards that told me she was coming downstairs. I was as nervous and giddy as a schoolboy on a first date as I turned to watch her as she made those last few steps. Watching her did nothing to slow my racing heart. Fuck! She was beautiful. I know I’ve said that many times but it is worth repeating. Simply, a glorious image of youthful beauty that, in my eyes, couldn’t be bettered. Long-toned legs, a tight stomach, tiny teen titties with jewel-like nipples, that perfect face, those deep brown eyes…
She smiled warmly and shook her hair away from her shoulders. She’d put on a little makeup and she’d set her hair in gentle waves. Nothing heavy, just a few subtle highlights to enhance her natural beauty, but equally I knew how hard she had worked to look so naturally beautiful. She wore the same simple night dress that she’d had for years and that she’d practically outgrown, I used to joke with her that it was comfort clothing, her face betrayed the fact that she needed some comfort.
She strutted towards me like a model on a catwalk, hips swaying as she walked with each foot planted in front of the other. But I knew, I could see. The confidence that that strut was meant to portray wasn’t mirrored in her eyes. Yes, they glinted with love and a sexual naughtiness that I found so alluring, but that look was tempered with a good chunk of nervousness too. It reminded me of that first night on the pool deck when she’d modelled the transparent swimsuit for the first time. And, to be honest, I felt the same. Everything that had gone before had led us to this point, the swimsuits, the porn, the blow job, the pissing. We had started this journey together, a journey that was always going to lead to here, to this moment. We had both made clear how much we wanted each other but that didn’t mean that crossing the bridge to becoming lovers was going to be easy.
She sat at the side of me, her doey eyes, so full of daughterly love, and playfulness, and passion, and nervousness, they gazed into mine.
“Hello, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Hello, Baby,” I whispered back.
“You ready to do this?” she asked.
I nodded in reply. “Yes. You?”
She nodded back.
“You sure?” I pressed, “We don’t have to go through with this you know.”
“Is that what you want, Daddy? To stop this now?”
I broke eye contact with her and stared at her knees as I shook my head in negation. “No, that’s not what I want. It’s just… You know.”
“I don’t know, Daddy. What is it? Tell me.”
“I’m excited, but I’m also nervous. I’m scared that this won’t work out well, that we’ll damage our relationship and that we’ll never be the same with each other again.”
“Me too,” she whispered, “Me too.”
My eyes returned to hers and we shared a look that admitted the truth of our feelings as well as the depth of love for each other.
“But here’s what I think, Daddy. I love you and I know you love me too.”
I nodded in confirmation.
“And I want you as more than just a loving daddy, I want you as a lover,” she continued, “and I think you want me just as much.”
I gave her a firm nod so that she was in no doubt that I did.
“So, if it doesn’t work out, we’ll call it a night of stupidity. Stupidity that we both consented to, but stupidity nonetheless. We’ll do our best to put it behind us, to never talk about it again, to reset our relationship to where it was before…” Her voice trailed away and she finished with a shrug that told me that’s all she could offer.
I was impressed with her maturity, she had obviously thought this through. Her eyes looked desperate, desperate for me to accept her proposal, desperate for us to make good on our promises to each other. I hoped mine returned the same desperate desires.
I hadn’t realised how much tension had built up in that moment but suddenly I felt like I hadn’t taken a breath in minutes. I snorted and nodded acceptance and, as soon as I had, the pressure instantly lifted. She sensed it too and we shared a smile that told each other we would soon be lovers and that was what we both wanted.
She tipped her head towards my whisky and held out her hand. I handed it to her with a puzzled look, she doesn’t like whisky.
She gave me a cheeky wink as she downed it in one. “I think I’m going to need this to go through with some of the things I’ve got planned,” she said coughing, as the whisky burnt her throat.
My eyes widened and I grinned like a Cheshire cat at the naughty implications.
That smile was obviously the cue she needed and she stood, placed the glass on the table and held my gaze as she straddled me and pulled me close. Her lips were soft and welcoming and tasted of strawberry lipstick mixed with whisky. We kissed, a passionate deep, needy, kiss that revealed that, despite our worries, we both desired each other equally. Her tongue found mine and we fought. Sensual wet kisses expressed our lust for each other. My hands found her hips and I pulled her towards me, my cock seeking the pressure of her weight and she ground back as her pussy sought the same. We kissed like that for minutes, each passing moment fanned the flames of our passions. But it was a desire based on love, a deep, ever present, unquestioning love. We wanted each other, wanted to be with each other and our kiss, our moans, our movements revealed that with each passion filled moment.
I lowered her to the floor, her below, me on top, between her legs. My weight pressed to hers. Her legs wrapped around mine. Our sexes pressed together. My hand found her breast. Her nipple taut against my palm. I knew we were close. My hand slid down her side and found the hem of her night dress. I was preparing to pull it over her head when she broke our kiss and pushed me away a little.
“Daddy. Stop. Not here. Not like this.”
The fog of my lust was impenetrable and her words didn’t reach their target and I forced myself lower to continue our kiss.
“Daddy, please stop,” she said again, softly but firmly and this time I did hear her.
I was crestfallen. I know dads shouldn’t want to fuck their children but I was ready and I thought she was ready too. I slowly lifted away from her.
“Sorry.” I whispered looking into her eyes apologetically, “Sorry, I…” My voice drifted away.
Her look had no indication that she hated me for what we’d nearly done and her eyes still burned with that same passion, that same love, that I’d seen earlier. Confounded, doesn’t get close to describing how confused I was.
Don’t be,” she said softly, “Just go to bed.”
I gave her a quizzical look trying to understand.
“Just go to bed, Daddy. Please.” she begged.
I glanced at the clock, only 9pm, and gave her another questioning look.
“Just go Daddy,” she said, her voice now tinged with impatience as if talking to a child.
I trooped to bed with no real understanding of what had just happened. I felt guilty at what I had done, guilty for nearly forcing myself on her, guilty for even wanting to make love to her. I wanted to understand, wanted to know what I had done to trigger that reaction, but there was no way I could bring myself to question her any further.
I’d been in bed for only a few minutes, stewing over what had just happened, what had changed so suddenly, why we were so close and yet so far, when there was a tap at the door.
“Daddy,” she said, a hint of pleading in her voice, “can I come in?”
“Of course baby,” I responded. I was hopeful that she was ready to talk, ready to explain what had caused her sudden change in heart.
She stepped in and stood just inside the threshold.
“I’ve had a bad dream again, Daddy. Can I get in with you?”
Like a slow idiot, I was initially puzzled. There was no way she’d had time to go to sleep and certainly no opportunity for a nightmare. She used to have them regularly up to being around sixteen and would often end up in my bed. She would snuggle up close and I would hold her tight whilst she drifted back off to sleep, safe in her daddy’s arms.
Then the penny dropped. This was why she’d sent me to bed; it was so she could act out this fantasy. I stared at her for what seemed like an age and I could feel those passions, that expectation rising again. But I needed to be sure.
“Was it a really bad dream,” I asked with exaggerated concern.
She nodded, “It was.”
“Do you need a hug from Daddy?”
A knowing smile played at her lips as she recognised my play acting and my commitment to her fantasy.
“Yes, Daddy. I need a big hug.”
I threw the sheet back. “Of course pumpkin, get in and let daddy keep you safe.”
She snuggled into that familiar childhood position. Her back to my chest, my thighs to the back of hers. The difference this time was that I was hard and she could feel that. She wriggled and pressed her firm buttocks tight to my groin and I pressed back as we fully acknowledged what this was. I wrapped her in my strong arms and pulled her close.
“Better baby?”
“Yes, thank you Daddy.” she cooed as she relaxed into my embrace.
We revelled in each other’s closeness and her warmth softened my heart. We stayed like that for minutes simply bathing in each other’s presence. Our breaths were deep and slow and, as my breath expanded pressing my chest into her back, she would press against me to maximise the contact.
After a few minutes she stopped pressing back against me and her breathing was deep and regular. I sensed she was pretending to sleep.
I knew what she wanted, what she needed really. She needed me to commit. My daughter was eighteen, an adult, capable of making her own choices and this was her choice, this is what she wanted. For me to express my long held desires by making the first move. But still I had lingering doubts and that made me hesitate. Eventually I plucked up the courage and I slipped my hand from her stomach towards her breast, as I did some of those doubts, some of those feelings from earlier, came flooding back. But I knew this needed to be my move.
Delicately I traced the tips of my fingers across her stomach, her rib cage, to the rise of her small breasts. I circled her nipple, my fingers dancing softly around the line of her areola. Her nipple hardened in response. Cautiously I cupped her breast and slowly, gingerly, I began to massage and kneed those soft mounds of gorgeousness. She was so slim that in this position I could easily reach both breasts and I alternated between the two, gently teasing her nipples before taking her full breast in my hand and gently squeezing.
I knew my part in this, it was to tease her, to arouse her, but in a way that, if she was really asleep, wouldn’t quite be enough to wake her. And I played my part well. I stroked her and caressed her for minutes making it harder for her to play her part of the sleeping beauty. Her breaths deepened as my strong hands gently caressed her little titties through her nightshirt, taking each one fully in my hand and gently squeezing whilst her nipples poked my palm through the thin material. Occasionally my cock demanded more attention and I would instinctively press against her and she would sleepily press back to encourage me without ever revealing that she was ‘awake’. Our movements, our breaths were synchronised in a developing harmony.
Still play acting, she dreamily turned to me. “Daddy?” she whispered.
“Yes baby?”
“Do you want to take my nighty off?”
My breath caught as the depth and nature of her fantasy was fully revealed.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Okay then,” she said with a nod.
She gave me as much help as a ‘sleepy’ Amy could give and I eventually managed to manoeuvre her nighty over her head before she dreamily snuggled back against my chest with a satisfied coo.
We lay there for a few more minutes, lay there with her warm soft skin pressed tight to my torso, lay there with our chests rising and falling in unison, lay there allowing the fantasy to play out and our passions to smoulder before I returned my attention to her breasts. She hummed her approval as, once again, I gently massaged them.
After a few minutes she turned to me with her still eyes half closed.
“Daddy?” she asked. Her voice quivered with what I hoped was passion but I sensed hesitation, I suspected there was some renewed nervousness there.
“Yes, baby?
“Do you want me to wee on you?”
Now I understood why she had hesitated.
“Baby!” I exclaimed in mock shock, “Why would you say that?”
“I’ve seen your videos.”
I smiled warmly as I wondered how long she had been wanting to say that, wondered how long she had held this particular fantasy.
“Well,” she pressed, “Do you?”
My heart skipped and my passions roared but my stomach suddenly knotted with guilt for what I was about to admit.
“Yes.” I whispered back.
It was her time to smile as her eyes gazed sexily into mine.
“Before or afterwards?” she asked cryptically.
“Before or after what?”
She hesitated again, but not from nervousness, this time I sensed theatre.
“Before or after you make love to me?”
The world stopped. I froze, Amy froze, neither of us spoke, neither of us breathed. The room was so quiet, I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. This was the culmination of the flirting, and the promises that we had made over the last week. This is why she’d needed that stiffener. At that moment I had no doubts that this was going to be a good night.
“Before,” I responded.
Freed from any remaining pretence that this was a normal cuddle, she shuffled backwards, pressing herself even tighter to me. Her soft, warm, delicate form squeezed against me, her back against my chest, her thighs pressed to mine, her ass wriggled against my cock as she sought maximum contact.
“You need to pull my panties down then, Daddy,” she whispered as she settled into position.
My cock roared as her words echoed in my mind ‘pull my panties down, Daddy’, a week ago I wouldn’t have wanted to hear those words, but now I had, I never wanted to forget them.
I hooked the waistband of her knickers and tugged at them until they were half way down her thighs. Satisfied that would give us enough space I pulled her back into me and, once more, we spooned for a few moments as we bathed in each other’s warmth and closeness as the anticipation built.
As she readied herself, she reached behind, pushing my cock down so that she could trap it between her soft, smooth thighs. She took my hand and placed it back on her chest.
“Touch me, Daddy,” she cooed.
Once again I massaged her breasts, revelling in their smoothness, their softness, their warmth, their youth and, as I gently pinched the delicate pink nipples, I instinctively humped her thighs.
She reached up, trapping my hand against her titty and held me in place as she opened her legs as far as her panties would allow. We both gasped as my cock, released from the grip of her thighs, instantly sprang up, slapping against her pussy lips.
“It’s coming Daddy,” she breathed and I felt her tense as she instinctively pulled my hand tighter to her chest, “I’m weeing on you.”
Then she pissed on me, a small stream of piss that dribbled across my cock, over her thigh and soaked her skin. Then it stopped as quickly as it had started.
I held her close, sensing her nervousness, perhaps even her disappointment.
“Have you finished baby?” I asked her gently.
Her voice sounded small and nervous as she replied, “No, no, it’s just…”
I’d seen enough piss videos to understand what she was going through.
“It’s OK baby, it really is. If that is it, then that’s OK, it was beautiful and I love you for trying. But if you feel there’s more then you have to try and relax.”
She nodded as she exhaled and I felt her soften in my arms as she forced herself to relax.
Then it hit me again, a strong powerful stream of piss jetted against the end of my cock, splashing against our thighs, soaking our skin. I moaned as the sensations and vibrations rippled through my body.
She reached back, pulling my head towards hers and whispered, “I love you Daddy.
I Love you too,” I whispered as her piss continued its assault against my cock.
The incongruity of our loving words against the debauched act of her pissing on me was so hot.
I lowered my hand and positioned it so that it captured the splashes of her pee and then massaged it into her little titties. She moaned and writhed against me pressing her ass into me as tight as she could, encouraging me to do more.
“Is this what you want Daddy?” she said as she took my hand and lifted it to her face.
“Yes.” I growled revealing the strength of my passions.
She held my hand close to her face and sniffed it. Then she held my gaze, her eyes burnt with a passion so ferocious.
“Or this?” she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
She began licking, kissing and sucking my piss covered digits before wiping them across her lips. The taste, her display, our lust exploded. We ground against each other as our sexes sought the stimulation that they craved, as our passions for each other, as our passions for wet sex roared. And all the time she pissed on me, my beautiful baby girl, so delicate, so proper, so unbelievably sexy, she pissed on me.
She lowered my hand again, trapping my cock against her pussy as the stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped. We both lay there panting as we recovered our breath knowing what was coming next.
“Are you ready to make love to me now, Daddy?”
“Jesus, yes!” I gasped.
She pushed away from me so that she could look into my eyes. Her’s burnt with the same passion that I felt but there was love there too, the sort of unconditional love that perhaps only fathers and daughters can share.
What she said next sounded like a long repressed sentiment.
“Then fuck me Daddy.” she breathed as she bit her lip suppressing her own moan.
I practically leapt to the end of the bed and tugged her sodden panties down her legs, tossing them onto my pillow for later; then I crawled through the wetness between her legs.
I stared at her beautiful, piss soaked pussy as my cock imagined the pleasure to come. Her legs were open lewdly and her pussy was slightly dilated, lubricated by her piss, open and ready for my cock. I lowered myself between her legs, my face just inches from her sex and inhaled deeply. The smell was intoxicating, alluring, erotic and it drew me magnetically to her pussy. I lapped at her wet lips, I sucked at her clitoris, I plunged my tongue deep inside her and she gasped in response.
“Oh fuck Daddy yes! Ooooo god, yes!” she screamed as she grabbed my head and pulled me tight to her pussy. “Oh fuck! Lick me Daddy, please taste me, suck me, eat me.” she murmured as she humped my face.
I was enveloped in her sex, enveloped in her piss. The wet bed sheets pressed against my chest, her wet thighs pressed against my cheeks, her wet pussy pressed to my lips, and I fucking loved it! My passions boiled and I humped the sheets as I strained to fuck her with my tongue. I flicked my tongue over her clit, I plunged my tongue deep inside her, devouring her with an energy that matched my passions.
She pulled my head up slightly, positioning my tongue on her clit.
“Just there Daddy, just there, please just there. Lick me, lick me, oh fucking hell, lick me pleaseeeee,” she screamed as she came. Bucking, grinding, writhing, screaming, her orgasm ripped through her as wave after wave shook her body to a violent climax.
She lifted her head as the final shudder of her orgasm rippled through her body and she urgently pulled me towards her. Suddenly I was on top, between her legs, my cock aimed at her entrance.
“Are we really doing this,” I whispered.
Amy’s nostrils flared and the fire in her eyes burnt with a new intensity.
“Yes,” she said, as she wrapped her legs around my bum and pulled me tight.
Then her eyes found mine and her nostrils flared with passion as she imagined what she was about to say.
“Do you think I’m pretty, Daddy?”
I smiled as her commitment to this fantasy became clear. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know,” I said, fully committing myself.
“Do you want to make love to me?”
I nodded my response.
“How long have you wanted me, Daddy?”
“About eight inches,” I replied as I slid my cock through the valley of her lips.
Her initial puzzled look was quickly replaced by a grin as she realised the cheekiness of my response.
“I’ve wanted you for about eight inches too, Daddy,” she said before her passions roared and her face hardened, “I’ve waited so long for this. Fuck me now, Daddy. Fuck me”
This time there was no hesitation. I positioned myself at her entrance before I penetrated her, fucked her, entered my daughter. My cock was deep and she was tight and we both groaned as the enormity and significance hit us.
We both froze as we came to terms with what we were doing and simply gazed into each other’s eyes. The look of raw lust on her face as she was fucked by her dad must have matched mine. The sexual tension had been building for days and she had been imagining what this would be like for years. We knew that we were heading for this, both had committed to this, but it did nothing to diminish the shock, the surprise, the pleasure, the filthy, taboo, sinful, pleasure of suddenly being inside her. And she was tight, so tight, so wet, so welcoming.
Our connection was so deep, so profound. Not just in a physical sense, although I was all the way in, but in an emotional sense. As we joined our sexes it felt like we had become one. It felt like we had connected at every level. Suddenly the hesitation of earlier felt ridiculous. We wanted this, wanted each other, wanted to be one. We were one, one connected by a deep and spiritual love that perhaps only parents and their children can share. Connected by that love expressed physically.
“You OK?” I mouthed.
“Yes,” she whispered back, “You?”
I nodded in response.
She tensed her vaginal walls massaging and squeezing my cock.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m wet.” she breathed.
“I know.”
“I was wet before all the piss.”
I smiled.
“Fuck me now, Dad,” she begged.
I fucked her with slow, deliberate, strokes. I wanted to savour every moment, I didn’t want to rush, I wanted to feel every deep rippling sensation of pleasure that her tight young pussy could give. I drove deeper, longer, harder with each stroke, pushing her into the piss soaked sheets as our bodies smashed together, each stroke greeted with a moan from her and a guttural grunt from me.
“Ooooo Daddy that’s good,” she cooed as I went deep, “is it good, being in my pussy?”
I grunted my response as my intensity increased.
“Fucking your little girl?” she whispered conspiratorially
Her pussy pulsated against my expanding dick as she said, “Oh fuck Daddy! I felt that,” she breathed, as I fucked the breath from her lungs, “you like that don’t you? Fucking your little girl”
I didn’t want to say “yes” but I did, as I growled my response.
“Me too, Daddy. Now fuck me hard.”
I hooked her legs and lifted them over my shoulders, nearly bending her in two, then dropped my full weight onto her, pushing my cock so deep and so hard that my balls slapped against her anus.
“Arghh fuck,” she screamed, “that nearly hurt.”
She gave me a look that told me she wanted more. I gave her everything.
“Only nearly?” I asked, as I plunged back in as deep and hard as I could, I held nothing back.
“Only nearly,” she responded with a look that challenged me to fuck her harder.
“Mmpff, fuck that’s deep,” she groaned as pressed my weight into her.
Then her face softened as she cupped my face and we gazed at each other.
“I love you Daddy,” she mouthed.
“I love you too,” I answered as I ploughed her young snatch deep.
“And that won’t ever change, I will always be your daughter, your little girl, your princess, won’t I?”
I was preparing to ram my cock home into her pussy but her seemingly soft, loving words made me hesitate.
“Yes of course.” I answered puzzled at this twist and worrying that she might now be regretting what we were doing.
“Even when you’re fucking me. Even when you’re filling me with your cum. You’ll still call me princess?”
I realised then this wasn’t regret, this was foreplay.
“You will always be my special princess,” I said with a guttural growl as I rammed my cock deep into her waiting pussy.
“Good,” she said with a contented knowing smile, “And just so you know, I will fuck you any way you want, we will fuck in every way possible. What do you want me to do for you now?” she said her voice dripping with sexual energy.
My passions flared and, with a cry, I slammed into her once again with all of my strength. Truth be told, my brain didn’t have enough blood to feed the bit that controls imagination and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted from her more than she was already giving. Full open access to her delicious young snatch was all my lust addled brain desired.
I think she sensed my hesitation and she glanced towards the panties on the pillow “What are they for Daddy?” she asked in her most innocent voice.
Suddenly I remembered why I tossed them there. “Taste yourself,” I instructed.
She obviously knew exactly what they were there for and without hesitation she took them and balled them in her fist, pushing them hard against her nose and mouth and inhaled. Her eyes fluttered and her nostrils flared as her tongue snaked out and she tasted her piss soaked panties and, as I watched her depraved show I responded by fucking her hard and deep.
“Are they wet?” I asked.
She nodded her reply.
“Can you taste your piss?”
Her eyes widened and nostrils flared as confirmation, then she stretched the cotton material across her mouth.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
I didn’t need asking twice, and I lowered my lips to meet hers. Hungrily we kissed and sucked at the sodden material. Our tongues fought to push the soaking gusset into each other’s mouths as we sought the maximum wetness. I was close to coming and my pace and vigour increased to match my passions.
“I’m coming,” I cried, as I felt myself close to the edge.
“Slow down, Daddy. Slow. Take your time. I’ve waited a long time for this. Please.”
I focussed hard on stemming the impending stream, tensing my pelvic floor to prevent me releasing my load. Once that moment had passed I started again, slow deliberate, full-length strokes. I was granite hard. Hard for this young beauty beneath me. Hard for my daughter. Hard for the pissy wet sex we were sharing.
Once again, I kissed her through her panties again. The taste, the debauched nature of our love making was firing both our passions. She squeezed my cock tight as her eyes fluttered. Her breath ragged now, nostrils flared, chest and cheeks flushed.
“I’m close, Daddy.”
I snorted that I was too.
“Ready to cum in me?”
“Fuck yes!” I grunted.
“Ready… to… fill… your… daughter’s… pussy… with… your… cum,” she growled through gritted teeth.
Her words pushed us both over the edge.
“Nnnngh, FUCK!” I screamed as I plunged my full depth into her and unloaded, “I’m cumming princess. I’m fucking cumming. I’m cumming in you!”.
My eruption was so powerful, I felt the pressure build from the base of my cock and I felt it shoot through my shaft like a bullet, filling her young pussy with my seed.
“I can feel it. I can feel it, Daddy. Fill me. Empty yourself into me. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” she screamed as her own climax smashed her.
Together we writhed and ground to be close and tight at that shared moment. Our piss soaked, sweaty bodies slid over each other as I pressed into her with all my strength and she pulled me deep with her legs wrapped around my back.
“Look at me,” she begged.
I was never going to look anywhere else but into those eyes, into that beautiful, passionate soul. Through that look we shared that moment, that first consummation of our love for each other. We shared our love, our lust, our desires, our passions. As I finished cumming into that delectably tight snatch, as my cock softened, as the power of her orgasm diminished, I expected some of that doubt, that nervousness, some guilt to return. It didn’t.
She pulled me to her and we kissed. Hungry, wet, passionate, kisses, as our lust continued to boil. She rolled me over so she was on top and she spread herself over me, with her torso smashed to mine she ground against me. Her passion clearly not sated. She slid over my body, pressing her dripping pussy tight to me as she did, pressing her cunt to my abdomen, to my belly, to my chest, pressing her little titties to my face, I nibbled at her straining nipples.
She grabbed the headboard and lifted herself into a squat, her pussy just inches from me. She dropped heavily, smearing her dripping cunt over my face, coating my lips, chin and cheeks with my oozing cum, she was insatiable. Then she stopped and looked at me, the fire in her eyes told me that there was more to come. She lifted herself slightly positioning her sex over my face and dribbled a little piss across my lips. I opened my mouth just in time to catch the last few drops as the rest ran over my cheeks and chin. She smiled as she watched me roll her piss around my mouth before I swallowed it with an exaggerated gulp.
I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to me and latched my mouth over her pissy wet vulva. My tongue explored every crevice, every piss and cum soaked fold and crease. I penetrated her, seeking her nectar, seeking her taste, the taste of her young hunny, the taste of my daughter’s young cunt hunny, mixed with my salty cum.
She moaned as I strained to get my tongue deep and she ground against me, her full weight pressing her pussy to my lips, bumping her clit against my nose.
“Oh fuck Dad, you going again?”
“Your cunt is delicious baby,” I growled as I lifted her off me slightly.
Those words triggered another ripple of lust and she held my gaze as her face hardened and her eyes sparkled.
“Oh god! Cunt! I love that word. Lick my cunt Daddy,” she cooed.
I responded enthusiastically, wetly lapping at her pussy; spunk, spittle, piss, nectar coated us both. I licked and slurped at her puss seeking as much of the debauched mixture as I could. I pursed my lips around her hood slurped at its wetness causing her clit to vibrate rapidly.
“FUCK, Daddy, what the shit was that,” she screamed as she shot up.
I smiled at her, giving her a knowing look that told her I had some tricks before I pulled her back onto my mouth.
“Oooo Daddy that’s good and we’re going to have lots of fun with your tongue in my pussy, but right now I need something bigger than that. Can you go again?” she said, nodding towards my recovering cock.
I looked at her and she looked magnificent, insatiable. She was still young, but she was a woman and in that moment I saw her all. Those sparkling eyes, her freckled nose, pale skin, perfect titties, little erect nipples and beautiful bare pussy. There was nothing I wanted more than to go again with her.
“I’ll need a couple of minutes baby, but I could go forever with you.”
“We’ll see, we’ll see who can go the longest. But for now, you’ve got two minutes and then I expect you to be buried somewhere deep. Deal?”
I smiled and nodded but couldn’t help but wonder where this Amy had come from, this ravenous, insatiable sex goddess of my daughter.
She slipped down my body finishing with her torso pressed to mine and her legs draped over mine. She propped herself up, her forearms across my chest.
“So, Daddy. You’re officially living in a porn film?”
“It looks like it,” I chuckled.
“Three sluts ready and willing to fuck you in every way possible. It’s like the best porn film ever.”
“Don’t say that.” I said a little too sternly for the moment.
“What?”
“Don’t call yourself a slut.”
She lowered herself until I could feel her breath on my ear and she whispered seductively, “Daddy, you can fuck me whenever you want, wherever you want, however you want. That is what I want. I want to be yours. I want you to know that you own me. I will do anything and everything that turns you on. I will piss on them, piss on you. I will make them drink my piss and I will drink their’s, and I will drink yours too. I will fuck them whilst you watch then you can fuck us all afterwards. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
She lifted her gaze to mine. Then, to emphasise her point, she smiled as she casually dribbled a little more hot piss across my cock and balls.
“Daddy, and just so you understand. I want this. I have wanted this for years”
Her words, her piss, had me instantly hard. She’d just replayed back to me almost every deliciously filthy fantasy, every kink, every wank vision, I had ever had.
“I still don’t want to think of you as a slut.”
“What about a daddy-slut? Does that sound better?” she said with a huge grin across her face.
I smiled back. “daddy-slut. That does sound better.”
She kissed me and I passionately responded. It felt like an acknowledgement, an acceptance, of our change in relationship.
“So, do you want to watch us fuck?” she asked as she broke our kiss.
“Very much,” I nodded
“We need to make that happen then don’t we. Any ideas, Daddy?”
“I’ve a couple.”
“I saw what you did when you had Charms eat Zoe’s ass. Was that part of the plan?”
I nodded confirmation.
“What else have you got planned?” she pressed.
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, “I like secrets. Does it turn you on thinking about me being serviced by those two?”
“You know it does.”
Her eyes fluttered as she imagined being the centre of attention like the blond in her favourite porn video.
“Are you thinking about that now?” I asked
“Oh fuck, yes.” she cooed dreamily.
“You seemed certain it was Charmaine you want tonguing your ass.”
“Yes.”
“Why Charms? Why not Zoe?”
“Charms can sometimes be a stuck up bitch,” she said without an ounce of vitriol.
“She can,” I agreed.
“So I want to take her down a peg or two by making her service my behind.”
“Poor Charmaine,” I joked.
She gave me a wicked grin. “Poor Charmaine indeed.”
“I’m guessing they’ve been lovers for a while,” I asked
“I think so. I’m pretty sure they’ve been messing about with each other for years.”
“They’ve never involved you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
” I think they’ve been scared to, in case you reacted badly.”
“Little do they know, eh?” I laughed.
She gave me a grin and a squint eyed look. “Yep, they’ve no idea that my dad is a pervert who would like nothing more than to see his little girl fucked by her friends.”
We shared a knowing smile.
“Anyway,” I said with a cheeky grin, “have a look behind you, I have a surprise.”
She didn’t need to look behind her to know what I meant. Instead she settled back on to my chest, her face just inches from mine and whispered seductively. “Oooo. Is my big Daddy ready to fuck his little daddy-slut again.”
I nodded in reply.
“And which hole does he want this time?”
I coughed at the brazenness of her question. “What’s on offer?”
Her eyes flashed naughtily. “I’ve already told you, any of them, all of them.”
I don’t know why I felt I wanted to push the boundaries that first time. Her words, her piss, her offer of being a daddy-slut, certainly had my libedo roaring and that might explain what I said next. Or maybe it was just the fact that I’m a greedy little piglet.
“Have you ever had anything up your bum before?”
“Nothing bigger than a finger.”
“My cock’s not going to fit then?”
“Probably not, not the first time trying anyway.” she conceded.
“Not without some work to widen you out and soften you up?” I suggested cheekily.
“Are you offering to do that for me, Daddy?”
I nodded. “Anything for my little daddy-slut.”
“You’d do anything for me?”
“Of course baby.”
“Makes you a slut too then.”
“Yep, I’m a daughter-slut for my daddy-slut.”
“Love you Daddy.” she said as she leapt off me and lay face down on the bed at my side. Her eyes flashed towards her backside and she jiggled those alluring globes invitingly.
“Love you too baby.”
As I climbed between her legs she watched me over her shoulder, her smokey eyes burnt with passion and excitement and I marvelled at her perfection. Her smooth flawless skin, her long toned legs, her perfect round butt, those dimples at the base of her spine, she was perfect, simply perfect.
“What are you thinking Daddy?”
“I’m thinking how perfect you are. How once they know they can touch you, there’s no way they’ll be able to resist.”
“Can you resist Daddy?”
“No.”
“And yet all you’re doing is looking?”
I smiled at her impudence.
“We need a pillow,” I said as I dragged one from the head of the bed, “lift up.”
I slotted it under her hips lifting her arse a few inches higher and I settled between her legs.
“Open yourself to me.”
With her face pressed to the mattress she reached behind and pulled her cheeks apart and, as she was revealed in her full glory, I instinctively licked my lips.
I started low on her sex, my chin pressed hard to the mattress. I dragged my tongue through her pussy lips, across her perineum, across her taint. Long, slow, firm, deliberate, repeated movements to get her warmed up, and when I thought she was ready, I concentrated on just her tight puckered anus.
“You have to relax baby for this to work.”
“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll try.”
I started with kisses, gentle kisses with puckered lips. They became more urgent. I kissed her ass like one would kiss a lover, wetly, open mouthed, passionate. I tongued her, I probed her, I rimmed her, I fucked her. My tongue was folded now into a stiff delta. My head bobbed, tongue forced forward, as I fucked my daughter’s tight anus. Then I slowed, pressing my face deep into the cleft of her ass, my tongue worming its way into her softening taint.
She moaned and pulled herself further apart, pressing back to meet my every thrust. Her low sensuous moans, girly murmurings of bliss, mumbled swear words told me just how turned on she was. And I had done that, her daddy, turned her on by tongue fucking her sweet teen ass. Does it get any better than that?
I slowly withdrew and watched as her puckered hole didn’t immediately contract, my work with my tongue was done. I dribbled a little spittle into the dark void and then slid up the bed to lay beside her.
“Hello baby.”
“Hello, Daddy.”
“Are you ready for my finger now?”
She trapped her lip and gave a nervous nod. “I think so.” she whispered.
Her vulnerability, her dusky eyes, her sensuous lips drew me in and I kissed her, a passionate needy kiss, our tongues fought. The hint of the taste of her taint on my tongue fanned the flames of her lust and she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tight.
We separated breathlessly, our faces just inches apart. Our synchronised breaths on each other’s lips, our passionate stares locked to each other’s eyes. I proffered my finger and she wetly sucked, then slowly I slid it along her back, into the dip at the base of her spine, over the rise at the start of her ass.
“Open wide.” I joked
She gave me a nervous but sexy little smile as she reached behind and separated those glorious cheeks. I spread the wetness I’d gathered from her mouth onto her tight little hole. Ever decreasing circular motions as I massaged her pucker, willing it to soften, increasing the pressure. Then I was on her centre, that little depression at the heart of her anus. It instantly contracted and shrunk away from my touch as she jammed her hips tight into the pillow, so I simply rested it there until it relaxed back against my tip.
Intently I watched her every reaction. Her fluttering eyelids as I first touched her, her flaring nostrils as I neared her centre, the way she bit her lip as I reached my target. My little girl looked so adorable as I played with ass, preparing her for my cock.
Slowly she relaxed and allowed her ass to come up again to meet my finger. I gently stirred that opening, slight pressure, little circular motions until it softened and the tip of my finger was in her.
“Oh fuck.” she gasped, biting her lip in that sexy way she does.
I kept my finger still for a few moments before I slowly withdrew it.
“We need a proper lubricant now baby.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I squeezed a generous blob on my finger, then put my tip at her entrance again. My finger slipped in easier this time.
Slowly I finger fucked her ass watching her every reaction. The way she playfully bit her lip, the way her eyes fluttered and her nostrils flared in response to the ripples of pleasure. My little girl clearly enjoyed anal.
“See Daddy. I told you I could do it.” she said as she pushed back firmly against my fat finger.
I nodded encouragingly even as I said, “This is only stage two darling.”
“How many stages are there?”
“Four. Stage one is softening you with my tongue. Stage two is one finger. Stage three is two fingers. Stage four, well that’s when Daddy gets to fuck your ass, princess.”
Her nostrils flared again. “Oh Jesus.” she hissed as my words hit their mark.
“Finger me Daddy,” she begged, “I want stage four.”
I fingered her ass as we gazed lovingly at each other and there was something deeply erotic about the incongruence. The loving looks wouldn’t have been out of place in church, yet here I was, a loving devoted father, preparing his daughter’s ass for his cock. I strained to be inside her.
“You ready for stage three.”
“Yes Daddy.” she said with a tentative nod
.
I withdrew my middle finger to the tip and laid my index finger alongside, then pressed both fingers into her.
Her face told me I was going to have to take this slow.
Carefully I massaged her opening watching every shudder of pleasure and grimace of pain-pleasure as I stretched her. Slowly, deliberately I introduced her to the length of my fingers. Gingerly inserting it passed the second knuckle, which elicited a gasp of shock.
Eventually her anus stopped fighting against my touches, I felt it relax, felt it soften.
“I think you’re ready baby.” I whispered.
She nodded, her eyes burnt with passion but there was a healthy dose of fear too, but that didn’t stop her asking in her most seductive voice, “Are you going to bum fuck me now, Daddy.”
I think she realised I liked to verbalise what we were doing, she knew it turned me on.
“Yes.” I half whispered, half growled.
“Put your eight inches into my tight little bum?”
“Oh fuck baby, yes.”
“Do you think my little bum will stretch to take your big Daddy cock?”
“Fuck! Amy! Are you trying to make me cum before I’m even in you.”
She simply responded with a sexy, cheeky grin.
I made sure I was well lubricated before I climbed into position and positioned my cock against her, hopefully, relaxed sphincter and gently pressed into her.
“Nghh, jeez.” she cried as she buried her face into the pillow.
Carefully I lowered my weight, the pressure building and building then eventually she relaxed enough for the tip of my cock to enter her.
We both cried at that first entry.
It was bliss. My dick in my daughter’s ass, fucking absolute bliss. She was so tight my cock felt like it was being pleasure-crushed.
“Arghhh, FUCK!” she screamed as my crown expanded her sphincter to the max.
I started to pull out.
“NO, no, keep going, I’ll get used to it, just take it carefully, pleasssse.”
I held still to allow her to get used to my girth until she gave a barely perceptible nod and whispered, “Okay.”
Inch by delectable inch I introduced her ass to my cock. Slowly I impaled her with gentle movements of my hips, driving my rock hard shaft into that unbelievably tight teen ass. When I had about half my cock buried in her ass and I withdrew until my crown just started to stretch her sphincter again, then I pressed forward, sliding deeper into her. I repeated that action as I slowly introduced her to nearly my full length. Full, slow, deliberate strokes as I fucked my beautiful teenage daughter’s ass.
“Mpfff fuck.” she moaned, her voice full of lust, there was little hint of the early pain.
“Good baby?”
“Fucking unbelievable. Who knew having my daddy’s cock in my ass would feel so fucking amazing. Do you like it, Daddy, am I tight for you?”
“FUCK! Amy. You’re going to make me cum if you keep talking like that.”
She craned her neck to see me. “Isn’t that the idea Dad, for you to fill me with your cum?”
Still holding my gaze, she gave me a dizzyingly seductive look.
“Dad?”
“Yes baby?” I replied nearly balls deep in her ass.
“Did you and Mummy do this?”
I froze with cock buried deep inside her. It was a completely unexpected question and I wasn’t sure how to respond. My brain was currently starved of the blood needed to work out why she would ask such a question at a time like this. Then, to make matters worse, she squeezed her ass tight, robbing my brain of even more thinking juice.
Given all the admissions we’d made to each other in the last two days, given my current position of having my daughter’s teen ass milking my cock, lying didn’t feel right.
“Yes.” I whispered in reply.
“You fucked her ass too, Daddy,”
“Yes, I fucked her ass.”
“Did she like it?”
“Yes, she liked it a lot.”
She tensed her ass again giving me a long firm squeeze.
“I like it too, Daddy.”
“Mmmf fuck, baby,” I groaned as her words hit home.
“Are you going to cum in me now, Daddy.”
“Yes.” I breathed.
“Fill me with your cum?”
“Fuck yesss.”
“Cum in me daddy, cum in your little girl’s bum. Fuck me like you used to fuck Mummy.”
Her words were the last straw and I exploded into her, filling her bowels with my seed.
I rocked and gasped and swore as I emptied myself and she pressed back against me, squeezing and milking me with rhythmical contractions of her ass, all the while giving me that ‘fuck me look’.
When I was spent, as my cock softened I carefully withdrew and collapsed on the bed at her side gasping like I’d run a marathon. She snuggled up to me, her thigh over mine, her hand lovingly stroking my chest and we just lay there bathing in the after glow of our sex.
A few minutes had passed and my breath had returned to normal.
“Amy.”
“Yes Daddy?”
“You okay?”
“Of course. Yes. Why?”
“Well, it’s just, you know.”
“You want to know if I’m okay that you fucked my bum?”
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Daddy, I loved it. It hurt a bit, well a lot, at the beginning but you’d softened and stretched me well, so the pain didn’t last too long.”
“Okay. But did you actually enjoy it?”
“Yes,” she breathed, “it’s so naughty, so taboo. I mean Daddy daughter sex is hot, but having my daddy take my ass like that… fuck! I’m practically cumming just thinking about it.”
I snorted a laugh in reply.
“Jesus Amy you’re a little horn-dog aren’t you?”
“Yep. A slutty, horny, little girl for my Daddy.” she said with a giggle.
“Princess, I’ve got to ask. Why did you ask about your mum?”
“I don’t know. I miss her I suppose.” she said a little melancholy.
“Yeah, me too.” I replied.
“So I like to be reminded of her.”
“I do too. It’s just a bit of an odd time for you to think of her whilst we were… well you know.”
“Whilst you were fucking my ass?”
“Yes that.”
“Say it Daddy, I want you to be able to say these things to me, I know you like dirty talk.”
“Okay. It was an odd thing for you to say whilst I was balls deep in your bum.”
She chuckled at my commitment.
“Anyway how do you know I like dirty talk?”
“I remember you talking to Mummy like that when you were having sex.”
“Oh god I’m sorry,” I groaned, “You were never meant to hear stuff like that.”
“It’s okay Daddy. It let me know that you two were in love with each other.”
I nodded acceptance, still feeling guilty that we had been so indiscrete.
Suddenly any suggestion of melancholy had gone and her voice had a playful tinkle.
“So Mummy liked being fucked in the bum. What else did she like? What did you like? Was there anything she did that especially turned you on?”
I sighed as I thought about Katy. She had been an exciting and adventurous lover and very few things were off the table. I wasn’t entirely comfortable sharing this with Amy though. On the other hand I had worked hard to keep Kate alive in Amy’s memory, we often talked about the things we did together, the places we’d been, our shared experiences, what her mum was like. Now that me and Amy we’re lovers perhaps it was okay to let Amy know about this side of her mum.
“Your mother was a sensual woman. She enjoyed sex and we were adventurous by most people’s standards.
“What did she do to turn you on,”
“Your mother was always good at that. She could get me hard with just a look, a bit like you can, you have her dusky eyes.”
“Thank you Daddy.” she whispered. “What else?”
I thought about how much to share. We’d had the occasional threesome, a couple of times with prostitutes and once, in college, with her friend, I didn’t want to get into those details though. We had a shared love of preparing for sex by dressing her up. Nearly every trip we went on we would seek out the most exclusive lingerie shops, silky suspends, slinky negligees, lackey bras and panties, baby-doll nighties we would seek out the best, most alluring, the sexiest underwear we could find. She would often leave the shop wearing what we’d purchased and as soon as we were back at the hotel, we would ‘christen’ the new set.
“She liked her underwear. She had a hell of a collection. When we went out she would let me know what she had on underneath and flash me whenever she could,”
“A bit of public flashing. Oooo I love that. Did you keep any of the underwear?”
“Yes, all of it”
“Can I wear it for you?”
I gave her a sideways look. “Why would you want to?”
“If it turned you on then, perhaps it will turn you on when I wear it.”
“You want to wear your mother’s underwear whilst we have sex?”
Her dusky eyes flashed her lust as she held my incredulous stare. “I want you to fuck me so hard while I wear her underwear for you. I want her panties pressed tight to my cunt whilst you fuck my bum.”
“Jeez, Amy, you really are kinky,” I said with a shake of my head, “But you don’t need to be my surrogate wife and you’re certainly not competing with her, you know? I mean, I love you for who you are, not as a replacement for my lost wife. In so many ways you are very much like your mother, but in other ways you are completely different and I find those differences just as attractive as the similarities.”
“I know all of that Daddy, but if I wore it would remind you of her.”
“Yes. I suppose so.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I suppose it’s never a bad thing to be reminded of someone you love.”
“So, if whilst you’re fucking me, if whilst you’re balls deep in my cunt or ass, you’re occasionally reminded of mummy, is that such a bad thing.”
“No.”
“And Daddy it would make it feel like she was a little bit involved.”
I shook my head slowly trying to understand exactly what she meant. “You mean you would want your mum with us.”
“I’d like to think that if she was still with us, we’d be doing this together.”
“Bloody hell Amy, you are as kinky as fuck.” I said with a chuckle.
Her sexy grin told me she knew that she was. “So, can I wear it?”
I nodded a response, still not entirely sure that this was the right thing to do, still not sure what emotions it might elicit.
“It’s in a box at the top of my wardrobe.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I promise you won’t regret it.”
We cuddled until the wet sheets started to feel uncomfortable.
“We need to shower off and to find a warm dry bed.” I said, as I gave a nudging squeeze.
She snuggled deeper into the wet sheets and closer to me, tossing her thigh over mine and holding me in place.
“Not yet, Daddy. I want you to fuck me one more time.”
I laughed at that idea.
“Amy! Fuck! I’m not twenty. Four times in a day is more than any normal man can manage.”
“Daddy, I want to try. It’s important.”
“Why is it important?”
“I want a hat trick.”
“A hat trick?” I was puzzled.
“A hat trick.” she said with a shrug, seemingly disbelieving that I didn’t know what that meant, “All the holes in one night. Mouth, pussy, ass. You’re two down with one to go.”
I glanced down at my soft cock and depleted balls, there were no signs of life.
“I don’t think so, baby. I think you’ve killed him.”
Gently she caressed my dick before she held it upright and let it go. She watched it flop uselessly against my abdomen. She repeated this a few times until on the 3rd attempt it didn’t instantly flop dead, rather it lowered itself into a gentle resting position into the fold of my thigh.
Her eyes shot to me excitedly. “He’s not dead, Daddy, just a bit sleepy,” she said with a grin, “Let’s go for a shower and see if that wakes him up.”
It was impossible to resist that cheeky smile and, in any event, I needed a shower. I nodded acceptance. She jumped up and headed for the bathroom and a few seconds later I heard the shower start. My en-suite was effectively one large wet room, I had spent a lot of money getting exactly what I wanted in there. Green Welsh slate, gold highlighted taps, multiple shower heads that fired from every direction, expensive subdued lighting. It was highly functional space but also beautiful and more than slightly erotic.
“It’s ready, Daddy,” she called.
As I entered she was leant with her back to the wall of the shower, one foot propped against the slate bending her knee into a jaunty angle. Her leg swung side to side causing her freshly fucked, young, snatch to wink at me seductively. The water cascaded from the rain head, ran over her body, dripped off her nipples, ran between her legs. She looked magnificent, alluring, sensual, gorgeous; I took her all in. She gave me a moment to enjoy the view before she pushed herself off the wall and crossed towards me. She handed me a bar of soap.
“Me first,” she said as she opened her legs, and herself, to my gaze.
I started at her neck, moving on to her arms and sides. I stepped around her back, the suds and water allowing my hands to glide easily across her smooth skin. As I reached her hips my hands slipped to her front, travelled over her stomach and prominent rib cage before I found her titties. I massaged them with my soapy hands and she instantly cooed and pressed back in to me as I stroked and squeezed her tiny breasts and gently pinched her straining nipples. My hands lowered to her hip bone and I pulled her tight back against me, pressing my dick into the valley of her glorious behind.
She wriggled and shimmied her fine ass against my dick as she turned and looked over her shoulder and said, “Is he awake yet?”
I could feel a little life coming back. “Stirring a little,” I said with a grin, “stirring a little.”
She seductively smiled back. “There’s no rush, Daddy.”
I stepped back to admire her fine form, her slim legs, her bubble butt, the dimples at the base of her spine. My cock twitched its approval. I dropped to my knees, and began to soap her legs and, as I did, I planted gentle kisses on those spectacular rounds of taut flesh. I started at her ankles and worked my way to the tops of her thighs. I hesitated and gave her buttocks one last kiss before my soapy hands began to knead those mounds of gloriousness. I stroked, and squeezed, and stretched and opened her, to reveal the hidden delights of her freshly fucked sphinkter beyond. Her hips gyrated and rocked, encouraging me to touch her most private core. My soapy hands slipped into the valley and I soaped her anus, gently but thoroughly cleaning that twinkling little star.
When I was satisfied she was as clean as she could be, I stretched her ass wide and planted a delicate kiss on my daughter’s anus. She was still shuddering from that contact as I turned her around.
She was facing me now and I manoeuvred her so that I knelt between her legs. I gazed at her perfectly smooth pussy before I lowered my nose and placed it at the very top of her slit and inhaled deeply. The smell of her freshly fucked teen cunt had by eyes fluttering and breathed a little more life into my responding member.
She lifted one foot off the floor. “Wash my feet, Daddy,” she breathed. Those words sounded like they had more meaning than her just wanting clean feet.
I lathered my hands before I began to clean her delicate foot. My hands slipped easily across her foot, round her heel, pressing hard into the arch. I slipped my fingers between her toes to clean the tight gaps between. She gasped at that contact and lost balance a little, causing her to fall away from me slightly, causing her to put her foot back down again to regain her balance. She backed away slightly and lent against the shower wall for stability before stretching her sinuous leg out again and proffering her foot.
My eyes traced the line from her foot, her shin, her thigh, to the unobstructed view of her gloriously perfect young pussy. My gaze rested there a moment before it continued its journey across the rest of her perfect body, coming to rest gazing into her eyes. The look she gave me back confirmed this was much more than just wanting clean feet. Her eyes fluttered a little as I began to soap her feet again. Then they closed, a signal that told me I didn’t need to maintain eye contact, I could look where I wanted. My eyes lowered to her foot.
I knelt on one knee so that I could rest her foot on my other thigh. I diligently and carefully cleaned that foot. My soapy hands caressed and stroked her delicately. Strong and powerful pressure on her heel, arch, and ball, softer and delicate caresses on the top of her foot. The skin of her foot was every bit as smooth and flawless as the rest of her fine, young body. I studiously cleaned each toe, rubbing the ball at the end of each, stroking along the length, separating them slightly to clean in between.
I had never considered that I might have a foot fetish, but the ritualistic nature of this was certainly starting to have an effect and I could feel myself slipping more and more under the hypnotic spell that her foot seemed to be casting, I could feel myself responding. Then her low moans caught my attention and I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip trapped between her teeth, one hand massaged her titty squeezing the firm but yielding flesh and tugging at her nipples, the other between her legs as she pleasured her clit. I was rapt.
“Arghh, fuck!” she gasped. I could tell she was close.
I rinsed the suds from her foot and lowered my head. I kissed each toe in turn before licking along the full length of each. I forced my tongue into each gap all the way to the joint.
“Fuck! That’s good, Daddy,” she cried.
I widened my mouth and swallowed her whole foot, all five toes. I kissed and sucked, and slobbered, and licked each one.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” she panted.
Then she came. “Nghhhh, fuckkkk.” she screamed into the shower
I looked up to see her have a full squirting orgams. Her pussy gushed, spraying my thigh, chest and cock with her glorious nectar. She quivered with its power, her whole body seemingly shimmering with its power. Even her little titties seemed to vibrate.
She held onto my head as the power of her orgams smashed her, gasping, swearing, quivering she used me to steady herself. And I watched it all, I saw all of her, her passions, her lust, her infinite beauty. I had made her, I had made her cum, I felt a curious pride as she gazed down on me, her eyes thanking me for what I’d just done.
I let the power of her orgams subside, but I hadn’t finished cleaning her. I lowered her foot to the floor, positioned myself between her legs and once again I began to soap her. Starting low on her ankles I smothered the suds up the back of her calves, her smooth skin was yielding to my touch yet I could feel the strong swimmers muscles beneath. As I stroked her, I could still feel the ripples of the aftershock of her orgasm.
As I reached her knees I pulled them towards me a little forcing her to push her hips forward to retain balance, thrusting her pussy closer to my mouth, exposing her to my tongue. I kissed her on her clitorous before running the tip of my tongue through the valley of her impossibly smooth vulva. I felt her shudder again at that contact.
Then, without warning, she released a little more piss. From this close I could smell it, I could hear it, even over the sound of the shower I could hear it. Wordlessly, she pissed on me, wordlessly I continued to wash her legs. Her piss landed on my thighs, her piss splashed against my abdomen, her piss splashed against cock. It was responding.
When she finished, I cleaned her with my tongue. Theatrically, with exaggerated strokes, I lapped at her pissy wet cunt as I cleaned the last remaining droplets of her delicious golden nectar from her delicious teen cunt. She shuddered and cooed above me.
She was clean now. I made sure there were no suds remaining, nothing to spoil her shape, nothing to spoil my view. I had presented my daughter as perfectly as my perfectly beautiful daughter deserved to be presented.
“Finished, Daddy?”
I nodded in response.
“Your turn?”
I nodded as I stood.
Like me, she started with my back. As she started to wash me her hands felt so small and delicate yet, at the same time, felt powerful. My back, my neck, my arms, my chest all felt her delicate gentle caresses as she soaped me down. Then as she neared my arse she pushed me forward forcing me to support myself with my hands against the slate covered wall. She tapped at my heels encouraging me to open my legs as she slipped her hands between my ass cheeks. Copious suds, coupled with the constant stream of water, lubricated her soft strokes. Then her fingers found my anus and she entered me with a single digit. It was deliciously debauched. My teen daughter, my beautiful girl, anally fingered me and I groaned my approval as I pushed back encouraging her to fuck me.
“Mmm, Daddy. You like that?” she said as she inserted a second finger stretching me more than I thought I could take.
“Yes,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
“If I had a cock, I’d fuck you with it. You know that Daddy, don’t you?”
I groaned as the enormity of her words hit home. One short week ago I thought of my daughter in the same way that every dad thinks about theirs. She was demure, and pretty, and prim, and propper. Yes she was my type, thin and young and beautiful, intelligent, and refined, but I didn’t think of her as a sexual creature. But now. Now! Now I was thinking about what it would be like to be arse fucked by my little girl. What it would feel like to open myself up to her and let her slide her cock into me, to fill me, and stretch me, and to come in me. My knees weakened as I realised the profound change in our relationship and the enormity of possibilities that had opened up. My thoughts were interrupted as she reached around and took my cock in her hand.
She hummed as she started to masturbate me, one hand wrapped around my cock, the other fucking me with two delicate fingers.
“He’s alive!” she exclaimed with a twinkling laugh. “Are you ready, Daddy? Ready for your hat trick.”
Having cum so much today, even I was surprised that I could get hard again but perhaps, given the stimulation Amy was currently giving, maybe I shouldn’t have been.
“Yes,” I gasped between strangled breaths.
She pulled away and inserted herself between me and the wall. She bumped my backwards with that beautiful ass, leaning forward, supporting herself as I just had, bum pointing towards me.
“I thought we were going for mouth?” I asked slightly puzzled.
She looked over her shoulder at me. Those eyes, those gorgeous eyes, were dusky, and deep, and sensual, and alluring, they robbed me of any ability to think for myself.
“All three, Daddy, all three.” With that she turned away and swayed her arse in encouragement.
I entered her easily. Her dripping cunt honey and the shower water allowed me deep in a single, demanding thrust.
“Arghhhh! Fuck yes!,” she cried, her voice amplified by the enclosed hard walls of the shower, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” She sounded almost animalistic in her need, a powerful cry of lust fuelled passion as she pressed back against me, forcing me deeper with each stroke.
I gave her everything. Gave her all of me. Deep, hard, powerful thrusts. Our groans, moans, cries of passion mixed with the sound of my wet abdomen wetly smashing into the wet cheeks of her ass, they echoed around the room amplifying our lust.
I knew it was only a matter of time before my body realised that I probably couldn’t do this for the 5th time that day, I couldn’t afford to waste time. I gave her ten or twelve powerful deep thrusts before I withdrew. She felt me reposition the crown of my cock against her puckered sphincter and she adjusted her position slightly to improve the angle of entry.
With persistent pressure I forced the head of my cock into her tight, tight, little opening.
“Nnghhh, fuck, yesssss,” she hissed as my crown slipped past her anus and into her waiting bowels behind.
The warm water and my previous copious cum had lubricated her nicely, and I was soon balls deep in her tight little bum.
“Fuck that feels good!” I grunted.
Once again she looked over her shoulder. Once again I found myself lost in those eyes.
“You like that, Daddy. Don’t you? Fucking my bum?”
“Yes,” I whispered as I started to fuck her holding her gaze the whole time, “Do you?”
“I feel full.” she responded, “Full of cock. Full of your cum.”
My eyes flashed and my nostrils flared at that admission.
She arched her back bringing her face closer to mine. “Kiss me,” she begged.
I leaned forward and she wrapped her arms around my head pulling me close. We kissed, wetly, sloppily, passionately, our lips smashed and our tongues entwined. In this position I couldn’t fuck her properly but I tried, but I could also feel myself softening a little. I broke our kiss.
“Baby,” I begged, “If you want me to cum I need to do it now.”
She nodded understanding before she slipped to her knees. She took my semi in her mouth and sucked it back to full life and, once I was hard enough, I began to fuck those soft, full lips.
As skilled as she was at sucking cock I knew I wasn’t going to cum like this. Even with those infinitely deep eyes staring up at me, even with my gorgeous daughter sucking on my cock, even with the notion that she was sucking her ass off my cock rattling through my head, I knew I wouldn’t cum.
I slipped my cock from her lips and began to masturbate furiously. She instantly understood and simply stuck out her tongue, opened her mouth, and positioned herself to receive my load.
When I came, it wasn’t the same explosive climax as we’d shared earlier. It was a little weak, lacking in volume, a little watery, but I’d cum. I’d cum in my daughter’s mouth. She had her hat-trick. She gazed up gratefully as she sexily swallowed my load and I watched on like the loving, yet deeply depraved, father I’d become.
I helped her to her feet and we hugged, her wet warm body pressed to mine. With that hug we acknowledged what we’d done, what we’d become, what we meant to each other. It was beautiful, poignant, sensual, loving, and we stood there, simply holding each other for a good ten minutes as the water cascaded over us both.
Eventually we parted, finished our shower, dried each other and then retired to her bed. We were both utterly exhausted and utterly satisfied as we snuggled and spooned together. Sleep wasn’t far away but, then again, neither was tomorrow and even in my sex induced stupor I couldn’t help but wonder what that might bring.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said, bringing me back to the moment.
“I love you, princess,” I replied, spooning tighter to her.
We were asleep within moments.