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I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My 17 year old
daughter had been drinking all night. She was dressed in
a short red Christmas dress with white fluffy trim, with
a cute Christmas hat to match. She even had on turned up
red felt shoes with a fluffy pompom on the turned up
points.
The dress was too short, especially for a family
gathering, and I could feel every man’s eyes on her,
every pubescent boy’s, even some women whom I had always
suspected. My daughter’s a flighty girl with long blonde
hair, full B-cup titties and slender tender legs. And as
the night wore on she got steadily more and more drunk.
It was embarrassing as she slurred her words, staggered,
fell and finally passed out in front of the whole
family.
I picked her up and carried her upstairs. She’s not as
light as once she was and I only just got her to the
bed, where I staggered and dropped her barely onto the
bed, her legs dangling off the edge. But as I stood up I
saw that her short dress had gotten even shorter,
flipping up onto her flat stomach. That’s when I saw my
daughter wasn’t wearing panties. All night long she had
been flaunting herself with no panties on! What was
more, she was as bald as a baby’s bottom.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I just stood there
looking as I heard the party continue downstairs. The
only light in the room was from the landing light. But
it cut a shaft through the room lighting up my baby’s
slender thighs and mons. The rest of her was in shadow,
but enough ambient light to see she was still out cold.
I stood looking for what must have been a whole minute
before I could move.
Every father is curious about how his daughter is
developing. Occasionally we get a tiny glimpse through
an open door, in a mirror or accidentally walking into
an unlocked bathroom. But what we really want is a good
close up view. And I was being gifted it!
I bent over and put my hands on my little girl’s knees.
They were warm and smooth. I moved my hands slowly up my
daughter’s slender teenage thighs right to the top,
where my thumbs came into contact with the puffy outer
lips of my daughter’s pussy. I knew I shouldn’t, but I
couldn’t help the gift before me. I rubbed gently down
each side, exploring like a first time adolescent the
pussy of a first girlfriend.
I’ll admit that I played my thumbs up and down, rubbing
her lips together with breathless excitement. I pried
into her private folds, separating them and drinking in
her teenage smell. My nose was close as I knelt between
her soft smooth alabaster thighs. I had to. I reached
out and touched her with tip of my tongue.
Her velveteen folds opened easily to my probing tongue
as I explored high and low as I could go. I had a hard
on pushing into my jeans like a tent pole and I was
beyond the point of no return. I released my aching bone
and started to slowly feel it up and down.
By now my daughter’s pussy was starting to moisten, and
not just from my tongue. I moved lower and found her
juicy hole, licking around it, collecting her juices,
tasting her, swallowing her tangy nectar. Then, tongue
protruding I entered my daughter’s pussy hole. She was
warm and wet around me as I probed inside; then slowly
started tongue fucking her. I was looking up her body to
her face for any sign of consciousness, but she was dead
to the world.
I moved up to her little clit and teased it with the tip
of my tongue, circling and then flicking across it
faster and faster. Her breathing quickened slightly only
before I heard her pussy gulp and drivel cum from below.
I knelt up, pushing a finger deep inside her, giving a
few strokes before withdrawing and tasting it. I smelled
it her again; a deep pungent aroma much stronger than
before. I plunged and pulled again. And this time I
leaned over her to touch it to her lips. As I did I felt
the tip of my penis touch her pubis. It felt good.
Keeping contact with her soft skin I trailed downward
until I touched my penis tip to her teenage clit. It
felt so wrong. It felt so right. My precum coated her
bud and I started moving my penis head gently over her,
softly at first, but moving increasingly quicker,
increasingly faster. I saw her shudder and I knew she
had come again.
I was full of lust now. I paused only fast enough to
undo my jeans and pull them and my boxers down. I aimed
in the half-light at my daughter’s luscious mound and
pressed firmly at her succulent lips. They gave way and
I entered my daughter’s vagina. It was bliss even this
little way inside, and I heard her murmur something low
and guttural.
I looked up at her sleeping face as I gently pressed
further inside. There was no resistance and I wondered
when and how she had lost her virginity. Inward I
pressed and lifted her legs to ease entry. It worked and
I slid in to the hilt. I was balls deep in my own
daughter and it felt amazing.
I could still hear the party going on downstairs, the
laughing and joking, as I thrust in out of my daughter’s
teenage pussy. She was warm and wet and tighter than my
wife. I was now over her, looking down into her pert
young features, wanting to see pleasure in them but
dreading she should open her eyes. I went faster, moving
us both up the bed so I could get greater purchase, my
knees digging into the mattress as I really went to
work, pumping in and out of her, my rigid tool stroking
effortlessly in the slick sluice juice of my only
daughter.
I thrust faster, praying her eyes would remain shut
tight, but now her brow was furrowed and I knew
somewhere in her consciousness she knew she was being
fucked. Just a little more, in and out, stabbing,
jabbing my solid cock into her pleasure palace pussy.
And suddenly I felt the well of pressure in my balls and
the base of my throbbing cock – I pulled out just in
time to spray my love jelly over her puffy wet mons. She
let out a long breath and slumped.
Her face was now relaxed, motionless. I eased myself up
to see she had cum a small pool of cum on the back of
her skirt. I pulled up my jeans and looked around the
room for something to wipe mine and my daughter’s
genitals. I found a discarded pair of panties on the
floor and wondered if she had taken them off earlier as
a bet with a cousin or friend.
I wiped myself and put myself right before I wiped my
daughter as best I could. I straightened up and tossed
the wet panties aside. Then lastly, I moved the hem of
my daughter’s dress down and folded half the duvet over
her so she wouldn’t get cold.
I straightened up once more and was pulling the door
behind me as I left, when I heard my daughter say,
“Thank you, Daddy.” I froze. But she didn’t move. So I
closed the door.
daughter had been drinking all night. She was dressed in
a short red Christmas dress with white fluffy trim, with
a cute Christmas hat to match. She even had on turned up
red felt shoes with a fluffy pompom on the turned up
points.
The dress was too short, especially for a family
gathering, and I could feel every man’s eyes on her,
every pubescent boy’s, even some women whom I had always
suspected. My daughter’s a flighty girl with long blonde
hair, full B-cup titties and slender tender legs. And as
the night wore on she got steadily more and more drunk.
It was embarrassing as she slurred her words, staggered,
fell and finally passed out in front of the whole
family.
I picked her up and carried her upstairs. She’s not as
light as once she was and I only just got her to the
bed, where I staggered and dropped her barely onto the
bed, her legs dangling off the edge. But as I stood up I
saw that her short dress had gotten even shorter,
flipping up onto her flat stomach. That’s when I saw my
daughter wasn’t wearing panties. All night long she had
been flaunting herself with no panties on! What was
more, she was as bald as a baby’s bottom.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I just stood there
looking as I heard the party continue downstairs. The
only light in the room was from the landing light. But
it cut a shaft through the room lighting up my baby’s
slender thighs and mons. The rest of her was in shadow,
but enough ambient light to see she was still out cold.
I stood looking for what must have been a whole minute
before I could move.
Every father is curious about how his daughter is
developing. Occasionally we get a tiny glimpse through
an open door, in a mirror or accidentally walking into
an unlocked bathroom. But what we really want is a good
close up view. And I was being gifted it!
I bent over and put my hands on my little girl’s knees.
They were warm and smooth. I moved my hands slowly up my
daughter’s slender teenage thighs right to the top,
where my thumbs came into contact with the puffy outer
lips of my daughter’s pussy. I knew I shouldn’t, but I
couldn’t help the gift before me. I rubbed gently down
each side, exploring like a first time adolescent the
pussy of a first girlfriend.
I’ll admit that I played my thumbs up and down, rubbing
her lips together with breathless excitement. I pried
into her private folds, separating them and drinking in
her teenage smell. My nose was close as I knelt between
her soft smooth alabaster thighs. I had to. I reached
out and touched her with tip of my tongue.
Her velveteen folds opened easily to my probing tongue
as I explored high and low as I could go. I had a hard
on pushing into my jeans like a tent pole and I was
beyond the point of no return. I released my aching bone
and started to slowly feel it up and down.
By now my daughter’s pussy was starting to moisten, and
not just from my tongue. I moved lower and found her
juicy hole, licking around it, collecting her juices,
tasting her, swallowing her tangy nectar. Then, tongue
protruding I entered my daughter’s pussy hole. She was
warm and wet around me as I probed inside; then slowly
started tongue fucking her. I was looking up her body to
her face for any sign of consciousness, but she was dead
to the world.
I moved up to her little clit and teased it with the tip
of my tongue, circling and then flicking across it
faster and faster. Her breathing quickened slightly only
before I heard her pussy gulp and drivel cum from below.
I knelt up, pushing a finger deep inside her, giving a
few strokes before withdrawing and tasting it. I smelled
it her again; a deep pungent aroma much stronger than
before. I plunged and pulled again. And this time I
leaned over her to touch it to her lips. As I did I felt
the tip of my penis touch her pubis. It felt good.
Keeping contact with her soft skin I trailed downward
until I touched my penis tip to her teenage clit. It
felt so wrong. It felt so right. My precum coated her
bud and I started moving my penis head gently over her,
softly at first, but moving increasingly quicker,
increasingly faster. I saw her shudder and I knew she
had come again.
I was full of lust now. I paused only fast enough to
undo my jeans and pull them and my boxers down. I aimed
in the half-light at my daughter’s luscious mound and
pressed firmly at her succulent lips. They gave way and
I entered my daughter’s vagina. It was bliss even this
little way inside, and I heard her murmur something low
and guttural.
I looked up at her sleeping face as I gently pressed
further inside. There was no resistance and I wondered
when and how she had lost her virginity. Inward I
pressed and lifted her legs to ease entry. It worked and
I slid in to the hilt. I was balls deep in my own
daughter and it felt amazing.
I could still hear the party going on downstairs, the
laughing and joking, as I thrust in out of my daughter’s
teenage pussy. She was warm and wet and tighter than my
wife. I was now over her, looking down into her pert
young features, wanting to see pleasure in them but
dreading she should open her eyes. I went faster, moving
us both up the bed so I could get greater purchase, my
knees digging into the mattress as I really went to
work, pumping in and out of her, my rigid tool stroking
effortlessly in the slick sluice juice of my only
daughter.
I thrust faster, praying her eyes would remain shut
tight, but now her brow was furrowed and I knew
somewhere in her consciousness she knew she was being
fucked. Just a little more, in and out, stabbing,
jabbing my solid cock into her pleasure palace pussy.
And suddenly I felt the well of pressure in my balls and
the base of my throbbing cock – I pulled out just in
time to spray my love jelly over her puffy wet mons. She
let out a long breath and slumped.
Her face was now relaxed, motionless. I eased myself up
to see she had cum a small pool of cum on the back of
her skirt. I pulled up my jeans and looked around the
room for something to wipe mine and my daughter’s
genitals. I found a discarded pair of panties on the
floor and wondered if she had taken them off earlier as
a bet with a cousin or friend.
I wiped myself and put myself right before I wiped my
daughter as best I could. I straightened up and tossed
the wet panties aside. Then lastly, I moved the hem of
my daughter’s dress down and folded half the duvet over
her so she wouldn’t get cold.
I straightened up once more and was pulling the door
behind me as I left, when I heard my daughter say,
“Thank you, Daddy.” I froze. But she didn’t move. So I
closed the door.
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