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Dawn was in her bed, relaxing in the dark with her long legs spread apart just enough to allow room for her busy hand. The pillows were propped up against the wall so that she could almost sit upright. Certainly she could watch herself if she wanted to. If she could have seen through the covers. It was fall and the nights were just starting to cool off, so she was using a light blanket and not the heavier comforter that she knew she’d be using in a few weeks. The clean sheets felt crisp and inviting against her bare skin. It was so delicious when she had taken off all of her clothes so slowly and erotically, all the while pretending that he was watching her. As she climbed into her bed the silky smooth sheets felt particularly cool brushing against her hot naked skin. In her heightened senses, every touch of the bedclothes was a gentle tickle to her libido.

Dawn’s fingers were languidly stirring her wet clit, swishing and swirling salty girl juice around the heart of her sex. It was pleasant enough dreamland that enveloped her, and she knew that it was one that would eventually lead her to a good cum. Eventually, that is, if her dream lover didn’t come and take her before she allowed herself that release.

He might. Then again he might not. He hadn’t come yet, even though Dawn had wanted him for so very long. Nope. He might not come tonight at all, in spite of all of her longing and in outright defiance of all of the hints she had dropped. But she couldn’t blame him. Not really. After all, Dawn’s dream lover was her daddy.

She wasn’t quite sure just when this particular desire arose in her. Lots of girls must idly dream about their fathers, mustn’t they? Surely she was no different than they were. But it didn’t really matter. It didn’t matter at all, because her father was sexier than theirs. He was better looking and smarter than any other father. And her daddy loved her in a way that the other girls could not even hope to even dream of. And someday he would come and take her. She knew it. Someday he would come and make wild sweet love to her. It might even be tonight. She would just have to be patient. And if wasn’t tonight, well a girl is allowed to enjoy her own body when her daddy isn’t around, isn’t she?

After Dawn had decided that she wanted her daddy and that no other lover would do, she had come up with a plan. She was going to be patient. Over time she was going to let him know that she was available to him. Her plan was a trail of feminine breadcrumbs, subtly growing stronger and sexier. But this trail was designed to lead him to her bed so that he would make love to her. And if somehow he didn’t follow them, then she would just come up with another plan. Make him jealous, maybe? Tie him up when he was sleeping and not untie him until he spurt his seed inside her? Disguise herself so that he though he was making love to somebody else? It doesn’t really matter. Not yet. Because she was certain in her own heart that one day he was going to take his daughter. Hopefully it would be tonight.

The first step in her plan was to make him notice her almost grown up body. After all, he wouldn’t make love to her if he still thought she was a little girl, now would he? Dawn had matured into a seductive girl of gentle curves, long legs and firm breasts. And fortunately the current styles in young girls’ clothing fit into her plans nicely. She began dressing in tight jeans which showed off her tight little ass and shapely legs. And it was very in vogue to wear clinging shirts that left her tummy and shoulders bare. So she was able to show off her assets (she just loved that dirty word – ass-ets…) without being very obvious about it.

And it had worked. More than once she’d caught him out of the corner of her eye, looking appraisingly over her feminine curves. Of course she had never said anything to him. A girl has to at least pretend modesty, doesn’t she? And even though he quickly turned away each time she caught him, she was sure that he had liked what he’d seen. And every time she caught him looking at her as a woman it sent a shiver down her spine. She even took to standing around in seductive poses when Daddy was near, her hip shot out or pretending to stretch her back so that her nipples were obvious against the fabric of her shirt. And when she caught him admiring her youthful figure she would smile brightly to let him know that she appreciated it.

The next step in the plan was to let him know that she had breasts. All men like breasts, didn’t they? Oh, he had seen her figure turning from that of a young girl into that of a mature woman. But seeing her tittys bouncing gently under her skimpy shirts wouldn’t be quite the same as feeling them, would it? And so she took every chance she had, every opportunity to make him aware of her firm protuberances. When he was standing at the barbecue she had come up behind him and pressed her tit into his arm as she pretended to take an interest in how well her hamburger was done. She had pressed hard, and she knew that he could feel her nipple through his shirt. But of course he hadn’t said anything.

Another time that Dawn had leaned over him while he was typing at his desk. She let her breast (naked under her shirt, of course) graze his shoulder over and over as he gave her help that she didn’t really need with her homework. She wasn’t exactly sure if his little shudder had been the result of feeling her little nipple brushing his shoulder, but it sure seemed like she was having the desired effect on him. And the heavenly feeling of her nipple hardening as she rubbed it against her daddy was just a bonus, wasn’t it?

Her hugs had become rather frequent. Full-blown full contact full body hugs. Not the embarrassed ‘I don’t want my daddy to feel my breasts’ kind that most teenage girls give their fathers, but the ‘I’m pretending I don’t notice but can you feel my grown up tittys?’ kind. At first he had seemed uncomfortable, but as she shared her hugs more and more often he had learned to enjoy her affections without feeling embarrassed. And she loved him so much when he wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist. Once (was it only last week?) his hand had dropped and patted her bottom through her jeans as she’d thrown her arms around his neck to welcome him home. A little tremble shook her body as her daddy’s hand touched her ass, and she had imagined that it was the touch of a lover and not of a father. She had felt so grown up that day.

Laying in her bed, Dawn felt a little gush of wetness flow from her pussy with the memory, and she moved her drenched finger in delicate circles around her clit. She had even shaved herself, wanting not even the tiny impedance of a little hair to interfere with the pleasures that her late night strokings could give her. She raised her wet fingertips to her lips so that she could taste her rising excitement. God, would Daddy think she tasted as good as she does? Would he want to lick her and slowly taste all of the pleasures of her body? Or was Daddy the kind of man who just used a girl, pounding himself inside her for his pleasure alone? Either way was OK with her. It didn’t matter at all, as long as it was her sweet and sexy father screwing her.

Once he was used to feeling Dawn’s supple body embracing his she had stepped up the plan. Daddy usually came into her room to say goodnight, and one night she had waited by her desk, wearing her shortest skirt and no underwear. God, she was nervous! What if he got embarrassed? What if he got mad? But Daddy had often remarked about how much he liked his wife’s slender legs. And sometimes he would give a wolf whistle when he saw a particularly nice pair of legs on a cute girl at the mall or even on TV. Nope, Dawn knew that her Daddy was a leg man from way back, and pushing her breasts against him was only going to get her so far. It was time to up the stakes. And so she had waited.

Finally she heard him coming down the hall. She turned and faced the desk, and bent over. She felt so exposed like this! And she remembered how she thought that it was a good thing that he couldn’t see her front, otherwise he would surely have asked her about the pink blush she felt moving up from her belly to her face. After some experimentation with the mirror on her door she had discovered that if she put this little skirt on (none of her others would do – they were all just too long!), and got in just the right position in front of her desk and spread her legs just the right distance apart, that her pussy was plainly visible from behind. She heard the door open, and there was a little pause. Was that a gasp she heard? She smiled to herself as she pretended not to notice that her very own daddy was looking up her skirt at her bare ass and pussy. She cocked her hip to one side as she pretended to look at the history paper on her desk. She had learned that this move caused her ass to wiggle just so – just like one of those girls in an MTV video. Gosh, it felt delicious and so very wicked to know that her own daddy was looking at her taut butt and swollen wet pussy.

After several long seconds Daddy apparently recovered from the shock of seeing his daughter’s gorgeous ass. He knocked on the open door as if he hadn’t been staring at her firm naked butt. She had bounced upright and looked over at her father and smiled as he croaked out his usual “Goodnight Dawn. Love you, baby.” He pretended that he hadn’t been looking at his daughter’s naked sex. But the strangled tone in his voice let her know that her mission had been successful. She pretended to be surprised at the sound of his voice, and she popped upright letting her skirt fall back into place. She turned to face him, all innocence and smiles. “Goodnight, Daddy!”

Of course, those weren’t the words she wanted to use on her father. She had learned early on that dirty words held a special kind of magic for her. Cock. Pussy. Screw. And as she played with herself night after night she whispered out loud the words that embodied her desires and drove her to the most intense orgasms. “Fuck me, Daddy.” Those whispered words were always a kick-start to her rising excitement – absolutely guaranteed to push her up to the next level of pleasure. And she had even experimented with different ways of saying it to see which one might sound the best. Which one would hold the most power during their love-making. Imploring? “Fuck me, Daddy.” Demanding? “Fuck me, Daddy.” Softly? “Fuck me, Daddy.” No matter which way she said them the dirty words had an immediate effect on her needy pussy, causing it to spasm deliciously as she teased yet another orgasm out of her dripping hole. “Fuck me, Daddy” had become Dawn’s mantra, her unfilled dreams and her raison d’etre all rolled into one.

As she lay in bed waiting for her father Dawn dipped her fingers inside herself again and spread her legs a little further to allow herself better access to her little hole. Gosh, it always made her feel so warm and grown-up and excited to think of sex with her father. The need was beginning to rise in her again, and she wasn’t sure whether she could wait much longer for daddy to show up before she had to finish the job herself. But it’s been this way every night since she decided to that she was going to try to seduce her daddy. And so she practiced, her fingers dancing on her clit and her voice a whisper lest she be heard - “Fuck me, Daddy.” Her fingers swirled around her hole a little faster with the mental image and the magic words. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

OK, so he knew that she had a pretty body. And if he’d given it any thought at all, he probably knew that she’d taken that first step on the road to womanhood and begun playing with herself. But it’s one thing to think that your daughter is masturbating, and it’s quite another to know it for a fact. Since he’d ‘caught’ her bending over her desk and seen her bare butt he had become more careful about going into her room unannounced. But Daddy’s habit of saying goodnight to his little girl hadn’t changed, and she had worked that to her advantage.

A few days after she let her father see her naked butt she was getting ready for bed. She had taken off her tight jeans little early, sliding them down her long legs. Dawn stripped off her socks but left her t-shirt on as she watched herself in the mirror. Gosh, she really did have pretty legs, slender and shapely. She knew that the boys at school all wished that she was theirs; that they were the ones who could fuck her and bury themselves inside her and fill her with their hot sperm. But she was daddy’s girl from top to bottom. She trembled a little as she pushed her hair behind her ears and smiled at herself in the mirror. It was time for the next step.

Dawn turned out the light and slipped under the covers and thought of her daddy between her legs. He would thrust himself inside her and pound her hard until she came and came. Until he gushed that mysterious white sperm deep inside his little girl. With that picture in her head it was no surprise at all that she was swollen and wet, her cherry hole gaping wide as it longed to be filled with her father. She spread her legs wide and moved her hand down between them. She could see her fingers working under the covers, kneading and stroking that meeting point between her legs and causing her so much pleasure that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. It wouldn’t do at all to have him hear her before he got into the room and she learned his intentions.

It was a good thing that she’d had so much practice at this. That she could keep herself on the knife-edge of a good cum for as long as she wanted to. Well, as long as the mental image of her father didn’t become too real, because that always pushed her so quickly to cumming that she was unable to stop. And so she patiently played, loving her slippery ministrations as she tried not to cum until she heard him at the door. Trying to think of Daddy without thinking of Daddy and watching her busy fingers under the covers. She loved every satiny stroke, every gooey caress. The musky scent of a daughter in heat filled the room and she hoped that the liquid splashing sounds that her fingers were making didn’t carry to the hallway.

Finally Daddy arrived. He knocked on the door and paused while he waited for Dawn to invite him in. This was the crucial part. She had to make it sound like she’d said yes but without really saying it. Fortunately the soft moan that escaped her lips just then from thinking of her father at the door did the trick. Daddy heard her and took his daughter’s low vocalization as permission to enter. He pushed the door open and stepped into her room.

She may never know just what Daddy was thinking when he saw his little girl playing with herself under the covers, her legs spread wide, her fingers obviously hard at work under the covers, her eyes closed in bliss and her breathing quick and hot as she started to cum. Should he leave? Should he pretend that he couldn’t see? Should he just give in and watch? But she was having sex in the same room as her father, and he was watching! She immediately gave up on trying to hold back (indeed, she probably couldn’t have stopped if she had wanted to) and let the orgasm overtake her. It was a skittering and skipping cum that took her breath away but wasn’t quite the peak that she knew she could achieve. Just nervous, she guessed. She could feel daddy’s eyes on her, taking in his little girl’s lewd and wanton handiwork. It was over in a few seconds, and she pretended that she had just noticed him as she squeezed her legs together at the end and her eyes flickered open. His sight of her wasn’t perfect, with the light from the hallway providing the only illumination. She held her breath as she waited to see what his reaction would be.

After what seemed like forever but must have been only a few seconds, Dad just said, “Goodnight, Dawn honey.” But she had learned what that rasp in his tone meant from when he had seen her naked pussy. There was no mistaking the note of desire in his voice. Oh yes. Daddy had seen. Daddy knew exactly what she had been doing. And Daddy had liked it.

The skipping cum that she had experienced that night became part of her nightly repertoire. And as she remembered it, Dawn flicked her fingertip against her clit, keeping herself right there, cumming ever so lightly over and over as she slowly built up towards the big one that would allow her to go to sleep wet and sated to dream peaceful dreams of her handsome daddy. Her legs shook and she trembled as the juices flowed down between her legs to puddle on the sheets beneath her. Every morning she woke up in a wet spot of her own making. But she always pretended that it was a wet spot that her daddy made, and Dawn would carry that thought with her throughout her days.

Knowing on an instinctual level that it just might be possible to seduce her daddy, she also knew that there was no way he would take her if she were inexperienced. A girl needs a little practice if she’s going to be good enough for her very own father. But she still wanted him to be her first. It was a conundrum that had no apparent resolution. There was no way for her to learn how to become a good lover and still give her cherry to Daddy. At least, that’s what she had believed. But then one day when she saw Brittney kiss Madonna on the television a giant light bulb went off inside her head. She had a girlfriend, didn’t she?

Susan had become her best friend some time before, and Dawn was closer to her than to anybody else. She knew all about Dawn – every dream, every wish, and every unfulfilled desire. Everything that is except for Dawn’s innermost longing to be fucked by her very own daddy. And Susan was one of the prettiest girls in school, too, with long blond hair and a wonderfully curvy figure. Dawn decided that trying to seduce Susan would be her practice run – a way to see if there were any flaws in her planning abilities. So she developed a plan that that she would implement over time much like the slower seduction that she was trying on her father.

It had started with a quick kiss on Susan’s cheek one night when Dawn told her goodnight after school. She had looked a little surprised but hadn’t said anything. Dawn thought that maybe she even looked a little thoughtful. And then the next Friday night she had taken her hand and held it gently during the football game. Susan’s hand was soft and warm. More to the point she didn’t seem to mind holding Dawn’s hand one little bit. The two of them had cheered the team on to victory between their surreptitious hand-holding.

The next day Dawn advanced her plan with a quick “Love you, baby” whispered into the phone after a call about that day’s history assignment. She gave Susan some long seductive looks during study hall. Dawn complimented her gorgeous body one afternoon after school. Of course, she had found that part of her plan very easy to do because Susan was a very cute girl. In fact, Dawn was a little surprised when she realized that she was beginning to get excited whenever she thought of her best friend’s figure and the things that they might be doing together if her plan worked.

She brushed Susan’s hair during one rainy afternoon, and she began giving her full body hugs for no real reason. But she held them a little longer each time and after a couple of weeks it was not uncommon for them to be in each other’s arms for several moments at a time. And then came the day when she had caressed Susan’s ass while she was making them a snack in the kitchen. Her butt was so warm and firm under her jeans, and Dawn felt a little tremor between her legs when she realized what she was doing. She wasn’t sure, but she thought that maybe Susan had wiggled her bottom against Dawn’s hand. It was time.


That night Dawn called Susan on the phone. Dawn steered the discussion towards boys, a topic which she brought up every night. But this time she gently guided the talk toward which ones were hot and which ones she might like to kiss. Which ones she might like to sleep with. What it might be like to actually do it.

Susan didn’t know that she had unsnapped her pajamas and slipped her hand between her legs. And she certainly would have been shocked just then if she’d known that Dawn was picturing her pink pussy and not some boy’s cock. Dawn’s fingers began their gentle dancing on her shaved slit. It felt so wicked to be playing with herself while talking to Susan, and her fingers and her warm little hole were slippery in no time. She asked Susan if the conversation was making her hot, and when she confided that it was, Dawn confessed to her in her best seductive voice what she was doing.

“I’m playing with myself right now,” she had whispered, her fingers moving faster of their own accord as she breathlessly murmured her confession.

“Ohmigod, Dawn,” she said, her voice full of an odd mixture of wonder and embarrassment. “I am, too.” Susan’s voice trailed off and Dawn almost believed that she could hear Susan’s fingers busily fondling her wet slit. “M-m-my panties are pushed aside so that I can.. I can…” Susan’s voice degenerated into a low moan, and Dawn heard the phone drop to the floor. She knew exactly what was happening. She heard her! She heard Susan having an orgasm and the knowledge that she was there to share it caused her own orgasm to tumble from her, rapidly escaping her body as if it couldn’t be contained for a second longer. A low moan that matched Susan’s broke free from her lips, and she shared the most intense orgasm of her life with her girl friend.

It was so exciting in fact that she and Susan had begun having phone sex together every night. Their mutual attraction built to a fever pitch as the week went on. This was so exciting, so forbidden, so tempting. Every orgasm was a new adventure, a new building block in Dawn’s relationship with her girl friend. And every night she had pushed the boundaries a little further.

“Honey?” she had said. “I’m putting my wet finger in my mouth. Can you taste me?”

“Dawn! Ohmigod! I can’t believe you did that!” Even over the phone she could tell that the thought of Dawn licking her own juices was pushing Susan’s excitement even higher.

“You do it too. Do it for me, Susan. Please?”

A pause, and then, “Oh God yes. I’m doing it. Ohmigod, Dawn! You taste so goood…” There was a pause, and then the funny little panting that she had learned that Susan always did just before she came. “Listen,” she gasped, and Dawn heard her move the phone to her pussy so that she could hear the wet sounds of her fingers wildly rubbing her slit.

She was proud of herself that she managed to not drop the phone as the motion of her fingers matched Susan’s and her orgasm washed through her. She listened to Susan gasping for air as she wildly thrashed her wet pussy and came. Came while thinking of Dawn. And every time that Dawn came over the phone with her new lover it just got stronger and stronger. How much more could a girl take?

A couple of days later Dawn was ready for the next step in her planned seduction of Susan. Their nightly phone cum was behind them, and they were both settling into their post-orgasm languor before their goodnights. “You know what I really want?” Dawn had asked. She whispered, a secret confession that might even embarrass practiced lovers. But this was no time for shyness if she wanted to seduce Susan and then her father. And so she let the words tumble breathlessly from her lips. “I want to watch your pussy while you make yourself cum.”

Susan had blushed – why she could even tell over the phone. But, and here was the big thing, she didn’t say ‘no.’ Of course, she didn’t say ‘yes’ either. But Dawn was encouraged, and from then on their nightly phone sex ended with Dawn’s gentle pleading. She mentioned it at every opportunity, telling Susan how thrilling it would be to see her naked pussy. How hot it made her. Telling her how exciting it would be to actually be naked in the same room with each other instead of just talking on the phone. For a week of increasingly exciting phone sex she had ended each night with a whispered entreaty, a gentle suggestion. “Can’t I watch you cum?”

Finally Susan had giggled and given in. Dawn jumped on the chance and invited her over to spend the night. They both knew why they were there, and it wasn’t to sleep. They pretended in front of Dawn’s parents that it was just another sleepover.

Late at night when it was certain that mom and dad had gone to bed, Dawn and Susan retired giggling to Dawn’s room. Somehow they couldn’t manage to look each other in the face. Dawn turned on her reading light. There was to be no touching – not yet. That would be too much like having sex and neither of them was ready for that yet. But Dawn was quite wet with anticipation, and eager to display her wet slit to her girl friend. And so at Susan’s nod when she asked her, “Ready?” she had unzipped her jeans.

Out of the corner of her eye she watched Susan’s eyes drop to her waist as her fingers unfastened her jeans. They were both too embarrassed at being naked in front of somebody for the purpose of sex to be playful or seductive about it. They just unzipped their pants, pushed them down and kicked them off.

Dawn tried not to let her know just how excited she was – playing it cool and acting like she had done this before even though they both knew that they hadn’t. But it was very difficult. It wasn’t as if they had never seen each other’s nude bodies. There had been the occasional glimpse of something that was normally covered by clothing during their sleepovers. And of course there were always the forced showers at school after gym class. But Dawn knew this was different, and somehow way more exciting than taking her clothes off to play with herself. This was taking her clothes off just to that someone else could see her naked breasts and her shiny slit and become aroused by the sight of her. And that made all the difference in the world.

Next came their panties and socks, thrown in an untidy pile in the corner of her room, and then they both took off their t-shirts. For some reason they had both saved their bras until last. Dawn became chagrined when she realized that Susan felt the same way about her tits that she did about her own– somehow they were the most private and yet visible sign of her burgeoning sexuality. They had both blushed and then giggled as they took their bras off too.

Dawn’s eyes were immediately drawn to the blond tangle between Susan’s legs. Who knew that looking a girl’s bare pussy could be so exciting? The slippery wetness between her legs felt so divine as she walked over to her bed. She picked up a couple of pillows and threw them at her naked girlfriend. “Here! I’ll sit here, and you sit there.” Dawn smiled as she caught them, and she crawled into place on her bed with her legs spread wide and her heels dangling over the edges so that Susan could see her hairless pussy. Dawn leaned forward and patted the mattress in front of her, showing Susan where to sit. Susan couldn’t take her eyes off Dawn’s crotch as she crawled onto the bed between her legs.

“Ohmigod!” she exclaimed. It was obvious that Susan was very turned and surprised by the sight of a clean shaven pussy. “Why did you do that?”

“Do you like it?” Dawn dropped her hand to her wet clit, letting Susan see her red fingernails against her pale pink pussy. “I did it for you, so that you could see better. It feels so nice this way.”

Wordlessly Susan leaned back on the comforter and spread her legs as wide as Dawn’s. She couldn’t for a second take her eyes off of Dawn’s slippery pussy. Dawn felt so deliciously wanton and brazen, and the feeling traveled straight between her legs. Her breath quickened, and it was as much because of Susan’s lusty look as it was because of her busy fingers. Susan’s toes were almost touching hers as they both sat with their legs sprawled the better to display themselves for each other. There was so much to see! Susan’s legs were naked, somehow more naked than even when she was wearing her bikini in swimming class. Dawn had no idea that they were so long and shapely. Somehow it had never mattered before, but now it was all she could do to keep from touching them, from caressing those smooth calves and white thighs. Susan’s wide and naked hips curved gently in to her tiny waist, and her breasts were somehow calling Dawn’s lips. How could this be? Wasn’t it just boys who wanted to suck on a girl’s breasts? She had never realized just how sexy a girl could be until this very moment, and it gave her a feeling of confidence in her own body.

As Susan settled into a comfortable position Dawn got her first clear view of her wet slit, almost hidden under a tousle of fine curly hair. Her pussy was a delicate shade of pink that made her mouth water, and her inner lips were obviously swollen and puffy with desire. Dawn was proud that she had instilled such lust in her girlfriend. A hungry smile settled on her lips and she gasped as her fingers first touched her own tiny slit and then began their gentle teasing.

As wet as she was, none of the moisture was on her clit. Slowly she dipped her finger inside so that she could gather the slippery cum and rub it where it would do her the most good. She gasped as her wet finger touched her clit. It was almost as if she could feel the fire from Susan’s eyes warming her center. A delicious chill ran up her back and her whole body trembled. She knew that it wasn’t going to take her long to cum. Her eyes became as transfixed on Susan’s wet sex and busy fingers as hers were on Dawn’s.

“God, you’re so pretty! Do you like watching me? I like watching you.” Dawn had meant for her voice to be calm and seductive, but somehow it had come out breathless and stuttering. My word this was sexy! She never felt so alive, so intimate, so intensely close to cumming. Susan nodded slowly, obviously distracted by her own impending orgasm. She obligingly leaned a little farther back and spread her legs even further, the better for Dawn to see her hole and watch her busy fingers do their magic.

Susan’s fingers were frantically whipping her clit into a cummy frenzy. It was so different than how Dawn made herself cum. Now that she knew how Susan liked to be massaged she would be able to use on her someday. Someday when she wasn’t so close to an orgasm herself. Susan’s cummy moisture was splashing all around her fingers and thighs as she went faster and faster. Suddenly she arched her back and moaned, her fingers pushing hard on her clit as her body froze in pleasure. She was cumming! The excitement was more than Dawn could handle, and she collapsed back on the bed and rammed her fingers deep inside her slick pussy as her suppressed need suddenly took her mind away and she came and came and came.

It was the most intense orgasm that she’d ever had. Why it was even better than the phone sex ones, and after they had both recovered they had done it again. And again. And even though Dawn and Susan never even touched, they both agreed that it was somehow the most satisfying playing that either of them had ever done. Or maybe this didn’t count as playing with yourself any more. Dawn didn’t know and she didn’t care. The next morning her goodbye kiss took on a new feeling – lingering on Susan’s lips and lightly touching her tongue with her own.

“Did you enjoy last night?” Susan had asked playfully.

“Oh, god, yes. I can’t wait to do it again.” Dawn knew that Susan felt the same way. How could she not? The whole experience was so much sexier than either of them had bargained for. The two of them began meeting and cumming together as often as they could.

Dawn took her time with the seduction of her girlfriend, and she enjoyed every slippery cum that they shared. In a whirlwind of rising excitements, they played and enjoyed each other’s company as they became more intimate. Dawn loved practicing kissing her girl friend. She tasted so sweet, and they both had learned together how to read signals - when to kiss harder and when to kiss softer, their tongues dancing together in that most intimate dance that lovers share. It was only a time or two after they had started necking in earnest that they moved on to fingering each other (and again Dawn’s cum that night sent a new level of exquisite pleasure for her). Eventually they were licking and slurping each other’s dripping slits, swallowing slippery girl juice as they took turns exploding in each other’s hungry mouths.

But as much as Dawn loved making love to Susan, seducing her was only a step in her greater plan. And now that she felt experienced enough in the etiquettes of being a good lover, it was time to let her daddy know that she was no longer his virginal inexperienced daughter.

Since Susan didn’t know of Dawn’s attraction to her father, she couldn’t be in on the plan. Nope. She was going to have to be an unwitting participant. A pretty one to be sure, one whom Dawn cared about a great deal, but one who didn’t know what her girl friend’s devious plan was.

And so Dawn had asked her over after school for a couple of hours. As new lovers, they both knew exactly what that meant. It meant caressing, kissing, and licking each other’s naked bodies until they were both sated and exhausted. But this time Dawn had an ulterior motive. She had lied to Susan when she told her that her parents weren’t coming home. Daddy was on the way, and would be there in just a little bit. She wanted him to see that she had a lover, that she wasn’t the innocent daughter he thought she was, that someone thought she was a sexy girl worthy of sharing physical passion. Maybe he could then begin to see her as a possible sexual partner and not just as his little baby.

When Susan arrived Dawn surprised her with a warm kiss and a long slow embrace right there in her living room. It was almost like being in full view of everyone. She had never had the run of the house with her new lover before. Until now their loving had been limited to steamy late nights in Dawn’s bedroom, time eagerly stolen from their normal slumbers. The added thrill of daytime kissing in a new location sent Dawn’s excitement to new heights. She was slippery and ready for Susan’s mouth on her pussy after only a few lusty wet kisses.

Giggling like schoolgirls they leaned away from each other, their eyes locked as their hands dropped to each other’s pants. They unsnapped each other’s jeans, trying hard to prolong the delicious anticipation but failing miserably. In a moment, two moments at the most, they were both free of those restricting pants. Dawn kissed her girlfriend feverishly as she pushed her jeans and panties down over her firm ass. Susan’s hands did the same for Dawn and simultaneously their fingers found each other’s slick love buttons. In a moment Dawn’s fingers were as wet as her lips and Susan’s hand was cupped over her slick pussy. It was so wicked to be standing in her living room, her pants pushed down as she kissed and fondled her girlfriend. Dawn forgot all about her father’s imminent arrival with the shock of pleasure that Susan’s fingers brought. She closed her eyes in delight and lost herself in Susan’s kiss while they fingered each other’s dripping slits.

Every thought Dawn might have had was extinguished in the sultry pleasures of Susan’s kisses and her supple fingers. And so she was quite startled when she realized that Susan had stepped away with a small squeal. Dawn looked at her lover blushing, her hand over her mouth and a shocked look in her eye as she looked over Dawn’s shoulder. Dawn pretended that she had no idea what had stopped Susan’s erotic attentions, but she really knew that her father was behind her. That he’d seen her passionately kissing a girl. That he had seen her fingers inside a girl’s wet pussy while she was being fondled herself.

“Ohmigod!” Susan whispered. “Your dad!” Dawn pretended to be shocked as Susan told her that she didn’t really know how long he’d been in the doorway watching. She’d only seen him when she opened her eyes to look into Dawn’s and seen him over her shoulder. He was quietly looking at his daughter’s naked ass, his mouth open in shocked desire as he witnessed her afternoon quickie with her girlfriend. He’d left as soon as Susan had seen him, and she had no idea just how long he had been watching. She was quite embarrassed, and Dawn pretended embarrassment too. The two of them had giggled and quietly and quickly dressed, promising to finish their tryst at another time. Tomorrow night, maybe? Please? Dawn was looking forward to finishing her cum, but she was more satisfied that her mission was accomplished. Her father never mentioned what he had seen, but now he knew – Dawn was having sex.

It always made Dawn so hot to remember that day and her father watching her kiss and fondle her lover, seeing Susan’s fingers busy inside her naked pussy. As she lay in bed waiting for him to come take her she suddenly realized that she couldn’t wait any longer. Dawn brought her knees up to her chest, spreading them wide so that she could plunge two fingers deep inside herself. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered, clutching her firm tit with her free hand. “Fuck me, Daddy.” Could Daddy’s cock possibly feel as good as her fingers? Surely not! The last little part of her brain that wasn’t overcome with lust told her that her father pounding himself into her simply had to feel even better than this. Why else was she craving him so? She still hoped that he would come to her bed and take her tonight. He certainly should after what she had done to him only a little while ago. But she was near enough to a massive cum that she was ready to give up on him. For tonight, anyway. She began gasping for air, giving herself over to the sensations between her legs. It wouldn’t be long now, and she remembered through her increasing excitement what she had done this afternoon.

Her plan was ready for its last step. Thanks to her revealing tight clothes Daddy certainly knew that she was no longer a little girl. Through the thin materials he had seen her girlish curves, her firm bare belly, her taut ass and her seductive shoulders. She had rubbed him with her firm teenage breasts on every occasion that she could and hugged him often so that he was used to her closeness. Daddy had ‘caught’ her playing with herself and so he knew that she enjoyed the pleasures that her pussy offered. And finally she’d shown him that she was ready for both the emotional and physical aspects of carnal pleasures. Her daddy now knew that Dawn knew the delights of sex and he probably assumed that that she was ready to take a man for a lover if she hadn’t already. She just hadn’t let him know that she had chosen him for that role.

How to let him know? That was her final obstacle. She had given this part of her plan the most consideration. If she handled it incorrectly then he would surely misconstrue her offer as the ephemeral longings that many girls hold for their fathers, and all of her subterfuges and displays would be for naught. It was no longer the time for subtleties and disguised availability. No, it was time to be bold. To offer herself to her daddy in a fashion that allowed no room for misunderstanding.

Once again she had enlisted the unknowing aid of Susan. “What’s my sexiest outfit?” she had asked. “The one that makes you want to rip it right off me and make wild passionate love to me?” Susan giggled and suggested a modeling session with a lewd look in her eye. The two of them had gone through Dawn’s clothes, laughing and kissing often as Dawn tried on different combinations and modeled them for her young and sexy lover. Finally she had settled on a pair of hip-hugging shorts that showed off her long and naked legs and the sexy curve of her waist. The short-sleeved peasant blouse was low cut, and the décolletage managed to both cover her braless teen breasts and flaunt them at the same time. They had both decided on the same pair of shoes – a pair of high-heeled sandals that lent graceful curves to her calves and made her feet look even more naked than when they were bare. Once they had chosen the clothes which Dawn was going to wear to seduce her daddy, she had rewarded Susan for her help by ripping her clothes off and greedily licking her willing pussy to a colossal cum

Daddy had bought tickets to the big Oklahoma/UCLA football game and he wanted to take his daughter with him. This worked out very well for her plan, which required that Mom be nowhere around. Laughing, she had said that since she obviously wasn’t wanted she was going to spend the day at her mother’s and wouldn’t be back until late.

Fortunately for Dawn it was an unseasonably warm day, and her scanty clothing didn’t have to be covered up with a coat. She was so tickled to be out with her daddy and having such a good time. Football was sure a whole lot more fun in person than it ever is on TV. And she could feel the eyes of more than one boy in the stands checking out her sexy curves in her skimpy outfit and wondering why she was out there with such an old guy. She loved the game, the excitement of the crowd and the attention of the men in the stands. But mostly her thoughts were on her sexy father. And she never for even a minute forgot her ultimate goal – to have her father make sweet love to her before the day was over.

Oklahoma won, which put Daddy in a good mood, and she was happy to be there with such a dashing and handsome man. When she got home she had thrown her arms around him and given him a big hug, pressing her erect nipples into his chest. Thanks to her high heels, she could almost look him in the eyes, and she was happy that Susan had chosen them. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much for taking me to the game,” she said brightly, her voice full of fun and love. She buried her head in his shoulder, holding him close as the point of no return for her plan quickly arrived.

She gave him a kiss on the lips, lingering just a split second longer than a good daughter would. And she knew just how long that was from her time practicing with Susan. Gentle pressure, just a little wet, her lips soft and compliant and remaining just barely long enough to put lustful thoughts into her daddy’s head. Then she had gently let him go and stood in front of him, her sexiest outfit, her delicate curves and her slightly parted lips silently screaming out ‘Fuck me, Daddy!’

It was surprising, wasn’t it, how embarrassed she felt now that the moment had arrived. But she had been craving her father for so very long. She had spent far too many nights awake in her bed trying to quiet that lust between her legs using her own fingers because her daddy wasn’t there to do it for her. She wasn’t going to be stopped now just because she was a little afraid and more than a little embarrassed. There was simply no choice but to proceed with her plan and let him know in no uncertain terms that she was his if he wanted her.

So she stepped away from her father. “Daddy?” she asked in her sweetest voice, the one that she used so many times on Susan. She looked in his eyes, making sure that she had his attention. Once she was certain that he was watching, she had dropped her gaze to the snap on her shorts. As if in a trance they had both watched her fingers as she slowly unsnapped and unzipped her shorts. She pushed her fingers down inside, working their way under her panties towards her dripping slit. The contact when they touched her slippery clit made her hips thrust forward in an instinctive thrust and she thought for a moment that she was going to cum right then. But somehow she didn’t. Her fingers were wet and shiny with her cum when she withdrew them, leaving her shorts unfastened and her bald virgin pussy almost visible to her daddy.

Shock was the biggest emotion in his eyes, but she knew her daddy well. She recognized the undercurrent of lust on his face, however much he was trying to hide it. She looked deeper, trying to fathom her daddy’s emotions at being confronted with his little girl’s wanton sexuality. Her knees suddenly went weak as she realized that buried deep in his eyes was the one reaction that she’d been hoping most to see: need.

Dawn was still quite embarrassed by her brazenness and she wanted to rush, to get past this awkward moment and on to the sex. But a strange smoldering lethargy consumed the moment and she moved slowly and teasingly as if in a dream. She brought her wet finger up towards his mouth. His eyes widened as she smeared her wet cum on his lips. God, he was so sexy! How could any girl resist him? The plan had called for her to walk away at this point, her open shorts and musky scent calling to him as she walked seductively to her room. But she couldn’t go. Not quite yet. A sudden impulse overtook her and she threw her arms around her father and leaned forward to press her lips to his, taking as much as giving a warm wet kiss to the man she wanted to become her lover. She tasted herself on his lips and thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth, twirling it around as she tasted her own daddy and her own cum.

Feeling herself blush at her brazenness but not caring, she had let go of him. Her breath was short, her pussy was on fire and little electric shudders of desire roiled through her body. Trying to use her grownup lover’s voice proved impossible, and she was quite embarrassed at the little girl tone that sprang unbidden from her lips. “I’m yours if you want me, Daddy.” She had smiled at his stunned expression and caressed his cheek. Feeling his surprised and hungry eyes on her comely butt, she had turned and walked shakily away.

Dawn had never felt so naked before, even when she was in bed with Susan. It was as if her whole being had distilled down into the bare skin between her belly and her wet slit. Her pussy lips rubbed wetly against each other as she walked, leaving a trail of musky desire in the air.

Dawn didn’t know how long it was going to take for him to make up his mind. Of course, she had half hoped that he would just follow her to her room, rip off her clothes (well, except for the shoes, maybe…), throw her on the bed and fuck her silly. But it was a lot for a girl to ask from her own father. Look at how long she’d taken seducing Susan. And she wasn’t a blood relative.

Now came the hard part – waiting to see if he would show. Waiting to see if her carefully laid plans would bear fruit and lead her father to her bed. But there was no reason that she couldn’t get ready for his arrival, and maybe even get started without him.

She propped up some pillows on her bed and folded down the covers. She was amazed at how sexy she felt as she kicked off her high heels. Then she slowly peeled off her shorts and her top. It was as if he was in the room watching her, and her pussy ached with need for him. She had thought that being with Susan was intense, but this was a whole different a****l driving her desires. Her very own father might come and take her at any minute, and every nerve in her body was on fire. The sheets were cool and crisp and she crawled into her bed and began playing with her pussy, trying to keep it warm and wet but not far from cumming as she waited for her father to come and fuck her.

Her mind looked back over all of the parts of her plan while she played with herself. She remembered her tight sexy clothes and rubbing her nipples against her father at every opportunity. She slurped cum from her fingertips as she thought back to the night she let him see her cumming in her bed. She massaged her slippery goo into her inflamed pussy lips as she relived seducing Susan and the lessons in love that she had learned from her girl friend. She stuck her fingers deep inside as she remembered all of it right up through her wanton offer of a few minutes ago.

She had put her cummy finger in her own father’s mouth!! Ohmigod! The memory pushed her up and over, and her ass lifted from the bed as she tried to impale herself on the fingers that so recently touched Daddy’s lips. Wave after wave caused her whole body to spasm out her cum as she rode to the top of the crest, her legs spread wide as her sweet pussy reveled in being so filled. She hung there, every muscle in her body frozen. All thought was driven from her mind except the image of her cummy finger in daddy’s mouth and the sensations flowing from her hot little pussy.

Suddenly it was over, and her body slumped to the bed as if a switch had been thrown and all of the electricity that was keeping her rigid vanished. A thin sheen of sweat covered her, but of course she was the wettest between her legs. Dawn slid her fingers from her gooey slit and turned lazily onto her side. She curled up into a ball, relaxed in that way that only a good orgasm brings. Her body’s desire for release left her for now, but her mind’s desire for her father didn’t. Freed for the moment of her need to cum, her mind wandered to the reasons that her father didn’t come to fuck her. Why didn’t he? Wasn’t she sexy enough for him? Did he think that she was a slut? Or maybe he doesn’t think she was grown up enough. But how much more obvious could a girl be?

Other girls might be disappointed by such a rejection, but she crushed those feelings down into an insignificant ball deep inside her. Her desire to be taken by her handsome father hadn’t left her a bit. After that sexy kiss and her brazen advance she wanted him more than ever. And if he wasn’t here after all of the things she had done to him, then it was just because her plan was flawed. She began to drift off to sleep, thinking that when she got up in the morning that she would have to start coming up with another plan.

The world between sleep and dreams is a truly powerful place where reality can have all the weight of a kitten’s breath and imaginings can have the weight of reality. And so she believed that it was nothing more than a pleasant illusion when she heard the door open and the footstep as he walked across the carpet to her bed. If only it were real! If only her daddy had come into her room like this in order to take his little girl.

She remembered the warm feelings that she always had for her daddy when he used to come to her room and sit on the edge of her bed when she was little. He made her feel safe and loved. Remembering the goodnight hugs and all of the stories read from c***dren’s books warmed her. And remembering his firm masculine voice whispering the things that all little girls hear from their fathers made her feel secure and truly loved.

Through her sleepy rememberings she believed that she could hear the unmistakable sound of a buckle being unfastened, and then the sibilant whisper of a leather belt being withdrawn from pant loops. Was it a dream? She’d been having this dream for so many nights that she could hardly tell. But the sound seemed so real! Slowly she opened one sleepy eye, and it took her a moment to comprehend just what it was that she was looking at. It was Daddy, standing next to her bed, unfastening his slacks. Her heart leaped from her chest. He’s here! Her father had really come to her room. For a moment she wondered if he had come to punish her, to spank her with his belt. Growing up he had threatened her with that very punishment several times, but he had never actually done it. Of course, she had never been as bad as she had been today – trying to seduce her own father. Then she realized that he wouldn’t be opening his pants if he weren’t here to fuck his daughter. Her hopes rose and she could feel her eyes widen in amazement as they fastened on the sight of Daddy unzipping his pants and pushing them down. She hastily pushed herself up, sitting upright on her elbow so that she had a better view of her very first cock.

The musky sent of her wet slit still perfumed the air, but she wasn’t embarrassed, not in the least. Surely he knew what she would be doing if he didn’t come to her room, didn’t he? Serves him right that he missed it.

Her gaze was as fixed on her Daddy’s throbbing cock just as surely as it had been drawn to Susan’s pussy. But the rush she felt from this sight was so much hotter. It was huge! Ohmigod – what had she been thinking? It was way too big to fit inside her. She knew it! It was pink and swollen, with a big drop of clear fluid drooling from the slit at the tip. Daddy continued to get undressed as she tried to gather her composure. After all, he must have put it in her mother, right? And it didn’t kill her, did it? Dawn resisted the urge to reach out and touch it, not wanting to do anything that might destroy this moment, that might distract him.

In just a few seconds her father was standing naked by her bed. She’d never seen him this way before. She had always known that he was handsome, but this was even better than she had imagined. Somehow he looked so much more naked standing in front of her that he ever did in her imagination. His muscles rippled under the skin of his belly and his strong thighs. His need for her was apparent even to her virgin eyes. Her breath became harder and harder to catch, and the throbbing in her pussy felt like she was about to cum before he even touched her. She wanted to say something to tell him how much she wanted him, how much she had always wanted him. But somehow her voice had escaped and run away.

Silently he flipped the covers away exposing her creamy white body to him. He gazed at his very own daughter’s white bare skin exuding pheromones of musk and need. She could see the lust in his eyes as they wandered over her curves – it was almost a****l. It was as if he wasn’t her daddy at all any more, but some kind of force of nature that wouldn’t be denied. He crawled on top of Dawn as she obligingly spread her legs for him. Her daddy took her skinny wrists in his hand and pinned them over her head. He scooted that big cock nearer to her dripping slit, causing her legs to spread even wider around him. Daddy was about to plunge that big cock into her dripping pussy, and the moment that she had been working towards for so long was almost here – Daddy was going to fuck his little girl. She closed her eyes and tried not to cum yet as she waited for that penetration that would bind the two of them together forever.

She lay there helpless, the willing victim of her own carnal desires. Her legs were spread wide and her hands were pinned tightly over her head. But the moment didn’t come. And it didn’t come. Finally she could take the tension no longer, and she opened her eyes to look at her daddy. She was dismayed to see that a****l look had left his face, and it seemed to her that he had just realized that it was his own daughter he was about to take. This can’t be! He was naked and hard, his need to plunder his little girl evident by his massive dripping cock. She was pinned beneath him with her bare legs wrapped around him. Waiting with a heady mixture of desire and anticipation for him to plunge that big cock into her and consummate the erotic longings that had stolen her soul for so long. But he wasn’t doing it. He was remembering that she was his daughter. That she was the little girl he once bounced on his knee. And she knew him so very well that she could tell that the hesitation on his face was about to win him over.

It was her last chance. All of her practicing had led her to this very moment. The moment where the desire in her voice might make all the difference.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” A slight emphasis on the ‘fuck,’ underlining just what a bad girl she was, how ready she was. She gave her pussy a little wiggle against his swollen cock. Could a girl be any more submissive? Could she beg any harder? “Fuck me, Daddy.”

Her father’s eyes refocused on hers, and a new steely determination mixed in with his obvious desire. He let go of her hands so that he could grab her naked ass and pull it closer to him. Dawn was surprised at how easily he threw her legs up over his shoulders, but then he had been fucking her mother for years, hadn’t he? And the ease with which he positioned her spoke of years of practice and also his burning need to have his daughter. She looked up at her feet on either side of his face while his cock pressed gently into her wet center. She felt so exposed to him like this – it was as if she had never been naked in front of someone before. Her mind flashed to Susan and how surprised she would be to see her getting fucked by her daddy. But it was only a momentary vision, because suddenly her Daddy shoved himself deep inside of her.

Ohmigod! She never imagined it would be like this. It felt as if he had penetrated her entire body, all of the way up inside of her to the back of her throat. It was so big, so filling. It was as if she had been empty all her life and never realized it before. Daddy moaned as his cock was wrapped in her wet velvet cocoon. Then he began to pound himself inside of her, ramming it in and out of her hard and fast like the wheels on a locomotive. Her pussy twitched jerkily around him as if trying to gain traction. Then, suddenly, it all took hold and the most colossal orgasm of her life consumed her. Her hands clutched his strong arms for support and the words spilled from her lips between the waves of all-consuming pleasure that wracked her entire body. “Fuck me Daddy,” she managed to breathlessly implore. “Fuck me, Daddy,’ she said, looking between her feet at his eyes closed in acute pleasure.

The wet sounds of him slapping his big cock into her almost drowned out her begging. It was so hard, so a****l. She never knew. She never imagined this. She lost all sense of herself, all sense of her individuality. She become one with her father, their two hearts joining in that special place between her legs. Every inch of her shook and spasmed with his massive thrusts. He grasped her ass even tighter, and in the days to come she would look with pride at the red finger marks he left on her white bottom. Her daddy moaned and turned his head to bite hard on her ankle, without even losing a single stroke. That scrumptious bit of pain only added to her pleasure, and she came and came and came. Her head spun dizzily and the rest of the world vanished as her life became condensed to a tiny spot between her legs.

Daddy changed his pace often, switching suddenly from hard and fast to slow and shallow and then back again. The tumbling mishmash of strokes kept her breathless and cumming, her voice barely audible, hushed and panting. “F-f-fuck me Daddy. Fuck me D-d-daddy.”

Abruptly her father slid himself out of her and somehow flipped her over. In a moment he was straddled over her bare bottom and rubbing his big wet cock between her taut cheeks. Daddy grabbed her wrists in his big strong hands and pinned them to the bed over her head. Dawn began shamelessly humping her pussy against the bed as her daddy took his pleasure on her ass. She almost screamed in frustration at being so empty. She needed him inside her so badly!

Suddenly he pushed himself back inside her wet trembling pussy. Immediately he started sliding in and out of her, but this time it was different. Somehow his thrusts were deeper, more intense. She thought he must really like her like this, pinned and helpless as he took her from behind. Suddenly he hurled himself into her so hard that his entire weight pushed against her ass and drove her even deeper into her bed. Daddy moaned, and she could feel it! She felt his hot goo shooting deep inside of her. Her almost constant orgasm pushed up to a new level and her whole being, trapped between her mattress and her daddy’s body, erupted in waves of delicious pleasure. The culmination of all of her scheming and desires had finally arrived, and she was submerged in its perfection.

Daddy jerked over and over, and each time he did another jet of warm liquid was swallowed up inside her. She was trapped under him as he used her for his sperm vessel, filling her with his big cock and his seed at the same time. Gasping for air, he finally slowed and stopped, collapsing on her back. Daddy’s entire weight rested on her much smaller body, but somehow she didn’t mind. His breath was warm in her ear as he breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath after his massive cum. Dawn was hot and sweaty, tired and drained, and her pussy was more sore and used than it had ever been. But she felt feel so positively wonderful. It was as if her whole life had led up to this very moment. Did ever a girl get fucked so thoroughly as she just did?


At last Daddy slowly pulled his tool from her, popping himself from her cummy slit with a satisfying Plop! She was so satiated and so tired that she almost don’t care, but she felt a small smile crease her lips as she turned to her side to watch him. Daddy stood up next to the bed and bent to brush the hair gently from her eyes. She wished he could stay and hold his little girl longer, but she knew that neither of them was quite sure of when Mom would come home. And it wouldn’t do at all to be caught in bed together. He gathered his clothes under his arm. She curled up into a ball, reaching between her legs to idly feel her daddy’s warm goo right where she wanted it to be – dripping from her well-used slit.

“Was I good, Daddy?” Dawn whispered through her exhaustion.

Daddy paused at the door and looked back at his precious daughter. “Yes, baby. You’re Daddy’s good little bad girl.”