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My daughter visited me so infrequently, that I had completely forgotten I was not alone in the house this time. I usually start my day with a nice masturbation, and today was no exception. I closed my eyes and brought up the image of my 17 year old daughter taking a shower. I had glimpsed her through the frosted glass shower door, so my mind just filled in the missing sharpness. Whether it was the thoughts of her, or my morning need, I had an intense orgasm. I leaned back against the cold porcelain tank of the toilet and tried to get my breathing under control. The made-up images of my daughter that I had conjured up in my mind receded slowly back to the shadowy depths of my fevered brain where they had come forth to excite me. ‘Whew!’ I thought to myself, ‘That was good!’
My shorts were down around my ankles and I had pulled my tee shirt up. My hand still idly massaged and stroked my cum-covered cock; it made me twitch a little because the head of my penis is always very sensitive after ejaculation. It was then that I heard the slight creak of the floorboards outside the partially open door and caught a glimpse of a shadow. “Oh, shit,” I mumbled to myself, and reached down to pull my shorts up, smooth my shirt down, and rinse my hand off, all in about five seconds! As I mentioned, I had forgotten that I had a house guest. I could hear the soft padding of her feet as they receded down the hall and I was frantically trying to decide a plan of action. I was panicky, not knowing if she had seen me, or not. I mentally shrugged and decided that, either way, I had no way out. I couldn’t just ask her, so how could I find out?
I went downstairs and she was sitting at the table, intently working at a bowl of cereal, still dressed in her overnight sleep tee. Her eyes stayed downcast as I sat down across from her and waited for her to say something. The silence was thick enough to cut with a dull butter knife, and finally I said,
“Uh… Honey?” She still didn’t look up, but I could see her face was flushed. I reached over and touched her hand lightly. She didn’t draw back, but I distinctly heard a quick intake of breath and a sniff. ‘Oh, man,’ I thought, ‘is she crying?’ That was when I got the shock of my life! She lifted my hand in hers, and brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply. A small smile widened across her face, and a thrilling shock almost made me jerk my hand back. I was totally confused and it must have shown plainly on my face. She raised her eyes to mine and said
“What’s the matter, Dad? Do you think that I don’t know what cum smells like?” Of all the sentences I might of thought of, I never expected to hear those words from my sweet daughter. I stammered and stuttered and mumbled something like
“Well… I…” and with that fatherly air of superiority that we dads all seem to have, said “I mean, I’m sure I wouldn’t know, uh, “ She actually giggled then, at my obvious confusion and said
“And Dad?” she grinned mischievously, “I love the smell of it.” I couldn’t look at her, but she sighed and went on.
“Look at me, Dad.” She said, suddenly a bit more serious. I could feel my cheeks burning and knew I must have looked like a flaming idiot, literally. I tried to meet her eyes, but for some reason, kept averting them. But I managed to get myself somewhat under control and finally met her eyes.
“I’ll tell you a little secret, Dad.” She stroked my hand lightly, sensuously, and laid it against her cheek, as she continued to pet it. “I have had a major crush on you for years.” And then she kissed my hand, and licked a long trail up to my wrist and then turned my hand over and darted her tongue between each of my fingers. “And I love the taste, too.” She looked up at me through her beautiful raven hair and gave me a wicked smile, full of mischief, and, well… lust!
I was speechless and could only keep staring at her in disbelief. ‘This is my daughter!’ I kept screaming in my brain. ‘This is wrong!’ She finally let go of my hand, smiled coyly, and got up out of her chair. She held my eyes as she made her way around the table to my side. As she stood up, the sunlight cast an x-ray-like beam from behind her and I realized that she was wearing a long sleep tee which hung almost to her knees, and obviously nothing under it. She came around and stood before me.
She never left my eyes, but mine wandered. She started to gather up the material of her tee on each side and my eyes hungrily followed the slow rise of the hem as her thighs were exposed. My mouth was suddenly dry and I licked my lips as she continued to let the hem of her tee be drawn upwards. Now her upper thighs were exposed, her vee tantalizingly almost within sight, when she stopped. I stared a little longer and then raised my eyes to meet hers.
“Do you want me to go on, Dad?” I swallowed hard, but couldn’t speak, so I nodded weakly and croaked,
“I hate to say it, Honey… but I really do!” She gathered some more material bunched into her hands and revealed her sweet pubis to me. She was completely shaven and smooth, and her clitoris was prominent, nestled like some contented little clam between her labia. Her tee had now been raised to expose her tummy, and with a wicked grin to me suddenly drew it on up and off over her head. Her long black hair cascaded back down across her slim shoulders and partially covered her face. She kept her face down, and clasped her hands behind her and murmured
“What do you think, Dad?”
“Oh, Honey,” I breathed, “You are beautiful!” And she truly was, she had slim legs and a wonderful gap between her thighs which acentuated her pubic mound. Her hips had a delicious curve to them and her tummy was flat. I longed to run my hands up her flanks and let them travel on up to caress her sweet small breasts. Her aureole were small pink circles, with a perfect bud of erect nipple right in the center. Her smooth chest above her breasts ended at her slim alabaster neck with a sweet hallow at the base of her throat and her silky black hair made it seem as if she were wearing a veil of some kind. She did a slow turn, unclasped her hands until she was facing away from me. She placed her hands on her hips, threw her head back and let her long hair flow down her back, almost to her waist, and bent forward slightly.
Her bum was magnificent! Two perfectly rounded globes coming together in a pronounced crack, curving inwardly. She reached back, bent over a bit more, and spread her cheeks for me to see, clearly showing off her puckered little asshole. Then she bent all the way over, her hair fell to the floor and she looked back at me from between her legs and spread her cheeks again, which gave me a wonderful inside view of her pink slit. She giggled and said,
“Why Dad! It looks as if you really DO think I’m beautiful!” I didn’t understand her at first, but then I looked down and saw the rising tent of my shorts, the head of my cock just barely peeking out of the fly.
Now right about here… it was decision time. My daughter had just made a slow strip-tease for her father, told me she liked the smell, and taste, of cum… and I started to think, ‘who is this girl?’. Even though I had cum just a few minutes before, I started to get a raging boner, getting stiffer and stiffer as I gazed at the lovely naked girl in front of me. Suddenly, she was no longer my daughter, but a randy vixen who was seducing me. She straightened up and turned around, and slowly started toward me. She looked right at me, held my eyes captive and moved to stand between my knees, her naked thighs against my legs.
“Now, don’t you think that ‘fair-is-fair’? I have revealed myself to you, and even though you sort of revealed yourself to me,” she giggled, “don’t you think you should let me look at you now?”
I pushed her back a little and stood up from the chair. I was SO turned on by now, my dick had stiffened to the point of poking out of the fly. Without hesitating a moment, I stripped my tee shirt off over my head and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and stripped them down to my ankles. I had to chuckle at my daughter… she had now broken eye contact and was now the one looking elsewhere as she stared at MY body. Now, I’m no Sean Connery, and to be honest, I have a little paunch. But her eyes were riveted on my crotch. Although I’m also no porn star, my cock has a moderate girth, and also the classic helmet-shaped head and pronounced ridge at the base of the head. Her mother always seemed to get really turned on when I would only push that head within her, and then pop it back out, over and over. Somehow, that sensation of feeling the in-and-out difference really turned her on.
“Dad!” she said, as she stared at my cock (which was getting harder by the moment, and twitched when she mentioned it) “It’s a Beauty! I couldn’t see all of it before, because of your hand… but it’s… it’s… beautiful!”
Now, get the picture here. A naked, beautiful nubile daughter stands before her father. And her father stands before her as she gazes upon his real, aroused-state nakedness for the first time in her life. Which one will be the first to give in to their familial lust? She couldn’t stand it any longer and came up to me, reached down to wrap her fingers around my cock, and tilted her head upward for a kiss. I was throbbing by this time, so turned on by my naked daughter, which had been the source of so many of my fantasies of late. I bent forward to kiss her. It was NOT a fatherly kiss, nor was hers a daughterly peck. It was an all-encompassing, passionate, tongue-exploring kiss that lasted for a long time. Her hand jacked along my shaft, and I, in turn, reached below to finger her slit. I remember thinking, ‘She was so wet!’ so I ran my third finger deep into her. She responded by moaning, and intensified her kiss. She gasped and grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me to her, hard. We French-kissed for several minutes, until she broke away, looked up into my eyes, breathing hard, and with a wanton expression that held my eyes as she lowered herself to her knees.
“Will you let me do this, Dad?” she said as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, “Let me please you?”
“Oh, yes, Honey” I gazed to the ceiling, “I want you to.”
With that, on her knees before me like some kind of pagan altar, she leaned in and slowly… lovingly… slid her lips just over my cock head. She was caressing only the head with her lips, sliding gently back and forth, sucking, licking, only the head, her lips only sliding a little past the pronounced ridge. I put my hands on my hips and threw my head back, reveling in the feeling of her lips caressing my cock.
“Geez, Honey,” I gasped, “I don’t know where you learned that, nor do I particularly care… but keep it up! Please!” Now, you must realize that my excitement was a combination of things, not only was she an accomplished cock-sucker, but the realization of my daughter doing this, fulfilled a major fantasy that I had hidden for months. “You can’t know how I’ve thought about you, Honey, making up this scene in my head. It’s wonderful!”
With this encouragement, she doubled her efforts to create a slippery tunnel for my love muscle, and moaned with the feeling of my cock deep in her mouth.
She reached behind me, and gripped my bum with both hands. At that point, I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but the sensation was so incredible that I just let myself go with the flow! She spread my ass cheeks apart and started to tickle along my ass crack with her fingers, not penetrating, but carrying that promise. The anticipation was killing me and when she finally took her mouth off of my cock, and wet her finger with her spittle, I stared slack-jawed and knew that I was about to experience something incredible! Her index finger rested against my asshole and, slowly, sensuously, wormed it’s way just inside. SheTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
My shorts were down around my ankles and I had pulled my tee shirt up. My hand still idly massaged and stroked my cum-covered cock; it made me twitch a little because the head of my penis is always very sensitive after ejaculation. It was then that I heard the slight creak of the floorboards outside the partially open door and caught a glimpse of a shadow. “Oh, shit,” I mumbled to myself, and reached down to pull my shorts up, smooth my shirt down, and rinse my hand off, all in about five seconds! As I mentioned, I had forgotten that I had a house guest. I could hear the soft padding of her feet as they receded down the hall and I was frantically trying to decide a plan of action. I was panicky, not knowing if she had seen me, or not. I mentally shrugged and decided that, either way, I had no way out. I couldn’t just ask her, so how could I find out?
I went downstairs and she was sitting at the table, intently working at a bowl of cereal, still dressed in her overnight sleep tee. Her eyes stayed downcast as I sat down across from her and waited for her to say something. The silence was thick enough to cut with a dull butter knife, and finally I said,
“Uh… Honey?” She still didn’t look up, but I could see her face was flushed. I reached over and touched her hand lightly. She didn’t draw back, but I distinctly heard a quick intake of breath and a sniff. ‘Oh, man,’ I thought, ‘is she crying?’ That was when I got the shock of my life! She lifted my hand in hers, and brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply. A small smile widened across her face, and a thrilling shock almost made me jerk my hand back. I was totally confused and it must have shown plainly on my face. She raised her eyes to mine and said
“What’s the matter, Dad? Do you think that I don’t know what cum smells like?” Of all the sentences I might of thought of, I never expected to hear those words from my sweet daughter. I stammered and stuttered and mumbled something like
“Well… I…” and with that fatherly air of superiority that we dads all seem to have, said “I mean, I’m sure I wouldn’t know, uh, “ She actually giggled then, at my obvious confusion and said
“And Dad?” she grinned mischievously, “I love the smell of it.” I couldn’t look at her, but she sighed and went on.
“Look at me, Dad.” She said, suddenly a bit more serious. I could feel my cheeks burning and knew I must have looked like a flaming idiot, literally. I tried to meet her eyes, but for some reason, kept averting them. But I managed to get myself somewhat under control and finally met her eyes.
“I’ll tell you a little secret, Dad.” She stroked my hand lightly, sensuously, and laid it against her cheek, as she continued to pet it. “I have had a major crush on you for years.” And then she kissed my hand, and licked a long trail up to my wrist and then turned my hand over and darted her tongue between each of my fingers. “And I love the taste, too.” She looked up at me through her beautiful raven hair and gave me a wicked smile, full of mischief, and, well… lust!
I was speechless and could only keep staring at her in disbelief. ‘This is my daughter!’ I kept screaming in my brain. ‘This is wrong!’ She finally let go of my hand, smiled coyly, and got up out of her chair. She held my eyes as she made her way around the table to my side. As she stood up, the sunlight cast an x-ray-like beam from behind her and I realized that she was wearing a long sleep tee which hung almost to her knees, and obviously nothing under it. She came around and stood before me.
She never left my eyes, but mine wandered. She started to gather up the material of her tee on each side and my eyes hungrily followed the slow rise of the hem as her thighs were exposed. My mouth was suddenly dry and I licked my lips as she continued to let the hem of her tee be drawn upwards. Now her upper thighs were exposed, her vee tantalizingly almost within sight, when she stopped. I stared a little longer and then raised my eyes to meet hers.
“Do you want me to go on, Dad?” I swallowed hard, but couldn’t speak, so I nodded weakly and croaked,
“I hate to say it, Honey… but I really do!” She gathered some more material bunched into her hands and revealed her sweet pubis to me. She was completely shaven and smooth, and her clitoris was prominent, nestled like some contented little clam between her labia. Her tee had now been raised to expose her tummy, and with a wicked grin to me suddenly drew it on up and off over her head. Her long black hair cascaded back down across her slim shoulders and partially covered her face. She kept her face down, and clasped her hands behind her and murmured
“What do you think, Dad?”
“Oh, Honey,” I breathed, “You are beautiful!” And she truly was, she had slim legs and a wonderful gap between her thighs which acentuated her pubic mound. Her hips had a delicious curve to them and her tummy was flat. I longed to run my hands up her flanks and let them travel on up to caress her sweet small breasts. Her aureole were small pink circles, with a perfect bud of erect nipple right in the center. Her smooth chest above her breasts ended at her slim alabaster neck with a sweet hallow at the base of her throat and her silky black hair made it seem as if she were wearing a veil of some kind. She did a slow turn, unclasped her hands until she was facing away from me. She placed her hands on her hips, threw her head back and let her long hair flow down her back, almost to her waist, and bent forward slightly.
Her bum was magnificent! Two perfectly rounded globes coming together in a pronounced crack, curving inwardly. She reached back, bent over a bit more, and spread her cheeks for me to see, clearly showing off her puckered little asshole. Then she bent all the way over, her hair fell to the floor and she looked back at me from between her legs and spread her cheeks again, which gave me a wonderful inside view of her pink slit. She giggled and said,
“Why Dad! It looks as if you really DO think I’m beautiful!” I didn’t understand her at first, but then I looked down and saw the rising tent of my shorts, the head of my cock just barely peeking out of the fly.
Now right about here… it was decision time. My daughter had just made a slow strip-tease for her father, told me she liked the smell, and taste, of cum… and I started to think, ‘who is this girl?’. Even though I had cum just a few minutes before, I started to get a raging boner, getting stiffer and stiffer as I gazed at the lovely naked girl in front of me. Suddenly, she was no longer my daughter, but a randy vixen who was seducing me. She straightened up and turned around, and slowly started toward me. She looked right at me, held my eyes captive and moved to stand between my knees, her naked thighs against my legs.
“Now, don’t you think that ‘fair-is-fair’? I have revealed myself to you, and even though you sort of revealed yourself to me,” she giggled, “don’t you think you should let me look at you now?”
I pushed her back a little and stood up from the chair. I was SO turned on by now, my dick had stiffened to the point of poking out of the fly. Without hesitating a moment, I stripped my tee shirt off over my head and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and stripped them down to my ankles. I had to chuckle at my daughter… she had now broken eye contact and was now the one looking elsewhere as she stared at MY body. Now, I’m no Sean Connery, and to be honest, I have a little paunch. But her eyes were riveted on my crotch. Although I’m also no porn star, my cock has a moderate girth, and also the classic helmet-shaped head and pronounced ridge at the base of the head. Her mother always seemed to get really turned on when I would only push that head within her, and then pop it back out, over and over. Somehow, that sensation of feeling the in-and-out difference really turned her on.
“Dad!” she said, as she stared at my cock (which was getting harder by the moment, and twitched when she mentioned it) “It’s a Beauty! I couldn’t see all of it before, because of your hand… but it’s… it’s… beautiful!”
Now, get the picture here. A naked, beautiful nubile daughter stands before her father. And her father stands before her as she gazes upon his real, aroused-state nakedness for the first time in her life. Which one will be the first to give in to their familial lust? She couldn’t stand it any longer and came up to me, reached down to wrap her fingers around my cock, and tilted her head upward for a kiss. I was throbbing by this time, so turned on by my naked daughter, which had been the source of so many of my fantasies of late. I bent forward to kiss her. It was NOT a fatherly kiss, nor was hers a daughterly peck. It was an all-encompassing, passionate, tongue-exploring kiss that lasted for a long time. Her hand jacked along my shaft, and I, in turn, reached below to finger her slit. I remember thinking, ‘She was so wet!’ so I ran my third finger deep into her. She responded by moaning, and intensified her kiss. She gasped and grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me to her, hard. We French-kissed for several minutes, until she broke away, looked up into my eyes, breathing hard, and with a wanton expression that held my eyes as she lowered herself to her knees.
“Will you let me do this, Dad?” she said as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, “Let me please you?”
“Oh, yes, Honey” I gazed to the ceiling, “I want you to.”
With that, on her knees before me like some kind of pagan altar, she leaned in and slowly… lovingly… slid her lips just over my cock head. She was caressing only the head with her lips, sliding gently back and forth, sucking, licking, only the head, her lips only sliding a little past the pronounced ridge. I put my hands on my hips and threw my head back, reveling in the feeling of her lips caressing my cock.
“Geez, Honey,” I gasped, “I don’t know where you learned that, nor do I particularly care… but keep it up! Please!” Now, you must realize that my excitement was a combination of things, not only was she an accomplished cock-sucker, but the realization of my daughter doing this, fulfilled a major fantasy that I had hidden for months. “You can’t know how I’ve thought about you, Honey, making up this scene in my head. It’s wonderful!”
With this encouragement, she doubled her efforts to create a slippery tunnel for my love muscle, and moaned with the feeling of my cock deep in her mouth.
She reached behind me, and gripped my bum with both hands. At that point, I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but the sensation was so incredible that I just let myself go with the flow! She spread my ass cheeks apart and started to tickle along my ass crack with her fingers, not penetrating, but carrying that promise. The anticipation was killing me and when she finally took her mouth off of my cock, and wet her finger with her spittle, I stared slack-jawed and knew that I was about to experience something incredible! Her index finger rested against my asshole and, slowly, sensuously, wormed it’s way just inside. SheTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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