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The story you are about to read is a complete work of fiction. None of the events depicted here actually happened. Any similarity to any actual person, place, or event is entirely coincidental.
Seventeen years ago, my wife gave birth to a baby girl. Four years before that we’d had a son, and while every dad loves a son to carry on his legacy, for a father there is nothing quite so special as a daughter.
Every child is a mix of their parents, but Kimberleigh seemed to take the best qualities of her mother and I and ran with them. She stood about 5’6” and had my black hair and blue eyes, and her mom’s DD chest and curves. While my wife had been curvy and thick – two attributes that I’d greatly appreciated in my youth and still do today – Kimmie seemed to amplify those attributes by a factor of 10. She had her mom’s chest, a taut stomach flaring out into curvy hips and a bubble butt that I just knew made boys drool. I’d been a young man once, and a body like hers had always done that to me. Hell, it still does. My daughter was a complete knockout, and had she been any other woman besides my daughter, I’d have been drooling over her myself.
All her life she’d been my sidekick, my little buddy. Typical daddy’s little girl. We went everywhere and did everything together. Then she became a teenager. Usually, regardless of how close a girl might be to her parents, as soon she hits about 14 the parents automatically become the enemy. Not so with my Kimberleigh. We remained close throughout her teenage years. I was still her Daddy, and she was still my little girl. I enjoyed spending time with her and her friends, not least of all because the pervert part of my brain – hey, I am a guy, after all – took great enjoyment in ogling the developing bodies of her hot teenage girlfriends. Little did I expect that my baby would end up not only being the hottest of the group but the object of those fantasies that had been, up to that point, reserved only for other people’s daughters.
One day those fantasies came to fruition in a way that I still wasn’t too proud of. On the day of my daughter’s 16 th birthday, her friends were all at the house for the pool party we threw her. All those young, ripe teenage bodies strutting around my yard in skimpy little bikinis were wreaking havoc on my libido. At one point I went into the house, slipped into the bathroom, and took my throbbing erection in hand to stroke some of the tension away. Kimmie’s friend Sandi had apparently noticed the bulge in my trunks and followed me into the house…but the incredible blowjob that cute little teenage redhead gave me is a story for another time.
Fast forward a year or so. My daughter had plans to go out to a concert, and when her friends came to pick her up, she bounded down the stairs and bounced into the living room. “I’m gonna go, Daddy,” she said cheerfully.
I looked up from the book I was reading and gave my daughter the once-over. She was dressed in skintight low-slung hiphugger jeans tucked into knee-high stiletto heeled boots and a band t-shirt that I can only surmise had been ripped on purpose before she bought it. The shirt was torn high enough to reveal her flat stomach and low enough to expose a good deal of cleavage from her DDs that the part of my brain that controls my baser instincts took great pleasure in noticing were crammed into a bra that had to be a size too small. I gave her my best “oh really?” look and cocked an eyebrow at her.
“What?” she said mischievously.
Without a word, I got up, went to the coat closet, and handed her a zipup hooded sweatshirt. “Oh come on, Dad,” she said with fake exasperation as she rolled her eyes at me. Then our eyes met and we both broke out into huge smiles. This phony-irritated act was a little game we liked to play; she’d pretend to be all melodramatic, I’d look stern, and then we’d both laugh. And that’s what happened; our faces broke out into smiles and we laughed at the same time. She pulled on the sweatshirt, zipped it up – not all the way, she was a boy-hungry young woman, after all – then leaned in for a hug. “I love you, Daddy,” she said as she hugged me tight and kissed my cheek.
That baser instinct part of my brain, the hindbrain as it’s called, gleefully called attention to the fact that her body was pressed against me, her breasts nestled against my chest. I ignored it as best I could and hugged my daughter. “Have fun, Leelee,” I said, “and don’t be out too late.” Most people called my daughter Kimmie; Leelee was my own nickname for her. Nobody called her that but me, and we both liked it that way. Made it special.
“I know. See you later!” she said as she bounded out the door.
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As time had gone by, my wife’s thick, curvy body that had turned me on so much when we were younger had begun to get thicker – the thickness was winning and the curves were gradually retreating. She was still a pretty woman, and was still pretty hot for her age, but as the years went by I’d been making love to her less and less. It’s not that I was unattracted to her, it’s just that having sex with the same woman for years and years can get boring. It’s not a great thing to admit, but it’s true. These days, whenever she wanted to get romantic, I had to think of another woman in order to get aroused enough to do the job on my wife. Usually those thoughts were of some actress, model, or porn star that I wanted to fuck. For a while after the incident I mentioned earlier, I’d thought of Kimmie’s friend Sandi while I fucked my wife. That night, those thoughts were to take a completely different direction.
As we lay in bed, me reading the same book from earlier, my wife put down her magazine and turned to me. She started rubbing my chest and kissing my shoulder, sure signs that she was in the mood. I didn’t think I was, but I always felt bad turning her down. I turned to my wife and kissed her; as my hands found her heavy breasts, my mind started whirling, seeking the image that would turn me on enough to take care of business. I was completely shocked when the image that popped into my head was…Kimberleigh.
What the fuck…? I thought to myself. I hid my shock well, continued kissing and playing with my wife’s breasts, but my brain was filled with images. I saw my daughter naked before me, and in my mind, it was her breasts in my hands, her nipples in my mouth. My wife ground her hips against me, her signal that she wanted it, and in my mind it was my daughter pressing her young pussy against my crotch. I was disgusted but completely turned on; I had a hard-on unlike any that my wife had been able to give me for years. I could have done one of two things: stopped right there, gone into the bathroom, and puked from how disgusted I felt…or I could just go with it. It’s only a fantasy, I told myself. You’re never going to act on it, it’s just a thought, there’s nothing wrong with thoughts, so might as well enjoy it, right?
I threw my wife on her back and gave her the hardest fucking I’ve given her in a long time, all the while imagining that it was my daughter, our daughter, my Leelee on her back writhing beneath me with my throbbing cock buried in her. I completely let go of my mental inhibitions and went with the flow, barely conscious of my wife orgasming beneath me, until, in my imagination, my daughter threw her head back and cried out “I LOVE YOU DADDYYYYYYY!!!” With that I lost it, slamming into my wife one last time as I pumped my cum into her gaping pussy. It was all I could do to keep from crying out my daughter’s name.
Afterwards, my wife drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face. I lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering just what the fuck was wrong with me. What kind of sick, twisted pervert, what disgusting piece of shit, thinks about fucking his own daughter like that?
Little did I know things were about to get even more strange.
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A few weeks later, weeks filled with work, sun, and plenty of time out back by the pool with my kids and their friends – including Kimberleigh’s friend Sandi, who finally got to experience her friend’s daddy’s cock in her pussy, an experience about which we will hear more later – my son’s birthday rolled around. This was a special occasion; my son was turning 21. I promised him that on his 21 st birthday I would give him money and take him to the liquor store to buy his first six-pack. My father had done the same for me on my 21 st birthday, and I felt it was a tradition worth continuing.
After our trip to the liquor store, we set about getting ready for the party we were having. It was, naturally, going to be a pool party. For the first time, Kimberleigh expressed an extreme lack of excitement about being there. For a couple years now, my son’s friends had been ogling her whenever they were at the house. Again, having been a young man once, I understood where they were coming from. Growing up, I’d had a friend with a hot younger sister, and I drooled over her whenever I was over at his place. I’d actually slept with her once, an occasion which my friend never found out about. But back to the story. Kimmie wasn’t too thrilled about being surrounded by her brother’s hornball friends, and I couldn’t really blame her. Besides, I wasn’t too thrilled about Ben’s hornball friends eyeballing and hitting on my daughter either. So when she asked to be excused from the party, I was fine with that idea.
My wife came up with the idea that I should take Kimmie to the movies or something, have a little Daddy and Daughter time while she attended to the houseful of noisy young men. I had a sneaking suspicion that my wife enjoyed being the only woman surrounded by a group of testosterone-filled youth, and I was happy to allow her that pleasure. After all, I’d been the lucky recipient of the hormone-driven attention of my daughter’s hot friends, so why not let my wife have a little fun too?
After the movie, we called the house. The party was still going, so Kimmie and I decided to head to campus. I worked for a local university, and since it was summer break, the on-campus faculty housing was empty. As a member of the administration I had access to all of the buildings on campus, and plenty were the times when the family and I had enjoyed a barbecue on the extensive lawns or a movie night in front of the big-screen TVs in the faculty houses.
We got to campus and opened up a house. It was our favorite, with a big wraparound back porch, pool, and a 60” plasma TV in the living room. It was a warm evening, so Kimmie decided to go for a swim. She disappeared out back while I put a baseball game on the bigscreen.
A couple innings later, I heard the shower in the back bathroom running. My daughter must have been done with her swim. Idly, I imagined her in the shower, the hot water cascading down over the curves of her nude body. I’d begun to be comfortable thinking of my daughter that way. In my mind, she wasn’t my daughter, she was just another extremely hot young woman. I was able to convince myself that as long as I thought that way, it was okay. I felt a stirring in my pants and tried to pay attention to the ballgame.
A short time after, Kimmie came into the living room with a towel wrapped around her. Her long black hair was still damp from her shower, obviously having been towel-dried. She bounced – my daughter never walked, she was so cheerful, she always seemed to bounce or bound or skip – over to the couch and curled up next to me. “Hi Daddy,” she said cheerfully. “What’s the score?” My daughter had always been a fan of watching sports with her daddy.
I told her and we settled in to a comfortable silence. She snuggled against me, the way she always had since she was a little girl, her legs tucked underneath her, and I put my arm around her shoulders. It felt natural and right, for her and I to be sitting there like that. As she squirmed to get more comfortable, the towel slipped from her top and out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice that her full, ripe breasts were all but exposed. She didn’t seem to notice or mind, so she sat there like that and didn’t readjust the towel. It was all I could do to focus on the TV and not stare at my daughter’s exposed breasts, her dusky nipples peaking in the AC.
I shifted in my seat as my cock started to harden. Kimmie noticed me shifting uncomfortably and said “What’s wrong, Daddy?”
“Nothing, sweetheart,” I lied. “Just getting comfortable.”
She smiled. “I love snuggling with you, Daddy.” She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, burying her face in my neck. I was all too conscious of her luscious teenage body pressed fully against me. The bulge in my pants started to throb, becoming harder and harder to ignore.
But wait. She wasn’t just sitting there. My daughter…was nuzzling my neck. I felt her lips brush my skin. “I love my daddy,” she whispered.
I sat there ramrod-straight and perfectly still, my mind reeling. What the fuck was going on?
As Kimmie shifted again, her knee brushed the throbbing bulge in my pants. I heard the sharp intake of her breath. I sat perfectly still, waiting for her to jump up and run screaming from the room. Instead, she just whispered, “Daddy…?”
“Wh..what is it, sweetheart?” I mumbled.
“Daddy,” she said in a low voice, “you know I love you, right?”
“Of course I do, pumpkin.”
“And you know that I’m…” she paused, then went on, “…that I’m a young woman, right?”
“Ye-es,” I said hesitantly, not knowing where she was going with this. In an attempt to steer this conversation away from the weird place it was going, I followed with “But no matter how old you get, you’re always going to be my little girl.”
“Yeah,” she said in a kittenish voice. It was something I’d never heard from her before, at once innocent yet teasingly sexy. It was extremely arousing. “I’m always going to be your little girl, Daddy.”
I finally forced myself to turn and look at her. Her beautiful blue eyes looked up at me with love, admiration, and…something else.
“I’ll always be your little girl…” she breathed, “…but I’m not a little girl anymore.”
As she said this, I felt her hand slowly creep across my chest. It was an eerie copy of exactly what her mother does when she’s in the mood. “I love my daddy,” she said. “You’re the first man I ever loved, you know that, Daddy? My daddy is the only man I could ever need.” Her eyes were no longer looking into mine, but were pointed downwards and unfocused, like she was looking at nothing in particular. Her voice had an odd hitch to it when she said those words.
“Daddy…” she said, her voice a whisper.
“Y-yes, honey?” I replied, my mind struggling to make sense of this entire surreal experience.
“Daddy, I need you.”
Now this I could handle. “I’m always here for you, sweetheart, you know that.”
“I know,” she said, her eyes still staring downwards, her hand making circles on my chest. “And I need you for something, Daddy.”
“Anything, pumpkin. Anything at all. That’s what Daddy is here for.”
“Are you sure, Daddy?” she asked. Her eyes looked up into mine again, and this time, I knew what it was that I saw in them. It was desire.
Her hand drifted lower until it found the bulging hard-on in my pants. I gasped, and so did she.
I looked into my daughter’s eyes, my mind in turmoil. I knew what was happening, saw what was about to happen, and was warring with myself. This is wrong, I shouted internally, this is Leelee, your daughter, your little girl, you can’t do this! My hindbrain shouted back Oh no? Watch me!
Kimmie’s hand stroked my cock through my pants, our eyes locked together. “I need my Daddy,” she said softly. “I want my Daddy…”
When she leaned in and kissed me, I was still for a moment…then when I felt her tongue slide between my lips, my resolve crumbled. I kissed my daughter back, hard. I felt her gasp deep in her throat.
She slid into my lap, straddling my legs. The towel slipped to the floor and my hands, as they wandered her body, realized that she was naked. I cupped her ass and pulled her against me, letting her feel the hardness of my erection pressed against the pink slit of her womanhood. She immediately began rubbing her pussy up and down the bulge in my pants, grinding into me.
“Ohhhh Daddy…” she breathed.
I broke the kiss and attacked her breasts. Her tits were large, round, full, and at 17, sat high and proud on her chest. I kissed and licked them, sucking her nipples into my mouth and gently biting them. She gasped and I felt a rush of heat from between her legs.
My hand slid up her thigh until I felt the warm wetness of her pussy. I rubbed her clit gently and she moaned; then I slipped a finger into her pussy and she gasped. I fingerfucked my daughter – my daughter! – and she ground against my hand, gasping, her hips swiveling, until she had an orgasm. She moaned softly, then slipped to her knees in front of me.
With a mischievous look on her face, she said, “Now it’s your turn, Daddy.”
She undid my pants and pulled out my cock. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life. My eyes thrilled to the sight of my daughter’s full red lips engulfing my shaft, sucking my thick hardness into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, her lips stroking my length. Wherever she’d learned to suck cock, she was damn good at it. Better than her friend Sandi, I thought with wicked glee. This was wrong, this was totally wrong, it was disgusting, it was perverted, but fuck that shit! I thought. My daughter loves me, I love my daughter, and I’m going to show her just how much I love her.
With that, I stood up. Kimmie stood with me, looking at me with pure unbridled desire in her eyes. She kissed me again and I took off the rest of my clothes until we were both naked. “Daddy,” she whispered.
“Yes, baby?”
“Daddy, I want you.”
“What do you want from Daddy, honey?”
“You know what I want,” she said with a grin.
“Tell me.”
“Daddy…fuck me, Daddy. I’m such a bad little girl, thinking about fucking my Daddy, but I can’t help it. I love my daddy and I want him, please Daddy, please fuck me!”
There was one last stray thought of how wrong this was, but it got swept away in the heat of the moment. I took my daughter in my arms and laid her down on the couch. Her shapely legs spread wide, I took in the sight of her glistening pink cunt, shining with her dew. I couldn’t help myself; I leaned down and kissed her baby-smooth pussy lips, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. I let my tongue slide up and down her slit, circling her erect clit and sucking it, until she was squirming. “Oh god, I need it so bad!” she moaned.
I knelt between her wide-spread legs and positioned the tip of my cock against her slit. Her hips began moving, seeking to impale herself on me. I paused, my brain finally catching up to my hormones. “This…this is wrong, baby,” I said hesitantly.
“I know,” she replied with a wicked lilt in her voice.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, honey. You’re my baby, my little girl…”
“And you’re my Daddy,” she said. “Every little girl loves her Daddy. I want you to love me.” She raised herself up on her elbows and reached out forTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Seventeen years ago, my wife gave birth to a baby girl. Four years before that we’d had a son, and while every dad loves a son to carry on his legacy, for a father there is nothing quite so special as a daughter.
Every child is a mix of their parents, but Kimberleigh seemed to take the best qualities of her mother and I and ran with them. She stood about 5’6” and had my black hair and blue eyes, and her mom’s DD chest and curves. While my wife had been curvy and thick – two attributes that I’d greatly appreciated in my youth and still do today – Kimmie seemed to amplify those attributes by a factor of 10. She had her mom’s chest, a taut stomach flaring out into curvy hips and a bubble butt that I just knew made boys drool. I’d been a young man once, and a body like hers had always done that to me. Hell, it still does. My daughter was a complete knockout, and had she been any other woman besides my daughter, I’d have been drooling over her myself.
All her life she’d been my sidekick, my little buddy. Typical daddy’s little girl. We went everywhere and did everything together. Then she became a teenager. Usually, regardless of how close a girl might be to her parents, as soon she hits about 14 the parents automatically become the enemy. Not so with my Kimberleigh. We remained close throughout her teenage years. I was still her Daddy, and she was still my little girl. I enjoyed spending time with her and her friends, not least of all because the pervert part of my brain – hey, I am a guy, after all – took great enjoyment in ogling the developing bodies of her hot teenage girlfriends. Little did I expect that my baby would end up not only being the hottest of the group but the object of those fantasies that had been, up to that point, reserved only for other people’s daughters.
One day those fantasies came to fruition in a way that I still wasn’t too proud of. On the day of my daughter’s 16 th birthday, her friends were all at the house for the pool party we threw her. All those young, ripe teenage bodies strutting around my yard in skimpy little bikinis were wreaking havoc on my libido. At one point I went into the house, slipped into the bathroom, and took my throbbing erection in hand to stroke some of the tension away. Kimmie’s friend Sandi had apparently noticed the bulge in my trunks and followed me into the house…but the incredible blowjob that cute little teenage redhead gave me is a story for another time.
Fast forward a year or so. My daughter had plans to go out to a concert, and when her friends came to pick her up, she bounded down the stairs and bounced into the living room. “I’m gonna go, Daddy,” she said cheerfully.
I looked up from the book I was reading and gave my daughter the once-over. She was dressed in skintight low-slung hiphugger jeans tucked into knee-high stiletto heeled boots and a band t-shirt that I can only surmise had been ripped on purpose before she bought it. The shirt was torn high enough to reveal her flat stomach and low enough to expose a good deal of cleavage from her DDs that the part of my brain that controls my baser instincts took great pleasure in noticing were crammed into a bra that had to be a size too small. I gave her my best “oh really?” look and cocked an eyebrow at her.
“What?” she said mischievously.
Without a word, I got up, went to the coat closet, and handed her a zipup hooded sweatshirt. “Oh come on, Dad,” she said with fake exasperation as she rolled her eyes at me. Then our eyes met and we both broke out into huge smiles. This phony-irritated act was a little game we liked to play; she’d pretend to be all melodramatic, I’d look stern, and then we’d both laugh. And that’s what happened; our faces broke out into smiles and we laughed at the same time. She pulled on the sweatshirt, zipped it up – not all the way, she was a boy-hungry young woman, after all – then leaned in for a hug. “I love you, Daddy,” she said as she hugged me tight and kissed my cheek.
That baser instinct part of my brain, the hindbrain as it’s called, gleefully called attention to the fact that her body was pressed against me, her breasts nestled against my chest. I ignored it as best I could and hugged my daughter. “Have fun, Leelee,” I said, “and don’t be out too late.” Most people called my daughter Kimmie; Leelee was my own nickname for her. Nobody called her that but me, and we both liked it that way. Made it special.
“I know. See you later!” she said as she bounded out the door.
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As time had gone by, my wife’s thick, curvy body that had turned me on so much when we were younger had begun to get thicker – the thickness was winning and the curves were gradually retreating. She was still a pretty woman, and was still pretty hot for her age, but as the years went by I’d been making love to her less and less. It’s not that I was unattracted to her, it’s just that having sex with the same woman for years and years can get boring. It’s not a great thing to admit, but it’s true. These days, whenever she wanted to get romantic, I had to think of another woman in order to get aroused enough to do the job on my wife. Usually those thoughts were of some actress, model, or porn star that I wanted to fuck. For a while after the incident I mentioned earlier, I’d thought of Kimmie’s friend Sandi while I fucked my wife. That night, those thoughts were to take a completely different direction.
As we lay in bed, me reading the same book from earlier, my wife put down her magazine and turned to me. She started rubbing my chest and kissing my shoulder, sure signs that she was in the mood. I didn’t think I was, but I always felt bad turning her down. I turned to my wife and kissed her; as my hands found her heavy breasts, my mind started whirling, seeking the image that would turn me on enough to take care of business. I was completely shocked when the image that popped into my head was…Kimberleigh.
What the fuck…? I thought to myself. I hid my shock well, continued kissing and playing with my wife’s breasts, but my brain was filled with images. I saw my daughter naked before me, and in my mind, it was her breasts in my hands, her nipples in my mouth. My wife ground her hips against me, her signal that she wanted it, and in my mind it was my daughter pressing her young pussy against my crotch. I was disgusted but completely turned on; I had a hard-on unlike any that my wife had been able to give me for years. I could have done one of two things: stopped right there, gone into the bathroom, and puked from how disgusted I felt…or I could just go with it. It’s only a fantasy, I told myself. You’re never going to act on it, it’s just a thought, there’s nothing wrong with thoughts, so might as well enjoy it, right?
I threw my wife on her back and gave her the hardest fucking I’ve given her in a long time, all the while imagining that it was my daughter, our daughter, my Leelee on her back writhing beneath me with my throbbing cock buried in her. I completely let go of my mental inhibitions and went with the flow, barely conscious of my wife orgasming beneath me, until, in my imagination, my daughter threw her head back and cried out “I LOVE YOU DADDYYYYYYY!!!” With that I lost it, slamming into my wife one last time as I pumped my cum into her gaping pussy. It was all I could do to keep from crying out my daughter’s name.
Afterwards, my wife drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face. I lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering just what the fuck was wrong with me. What kind of sick, twisted pervert, what disgusting piece of shit, thinks about fucking his own daughter like that?
Little did I know things were about to get even more strange.
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A few weeks later, weeks filled with work, sun, and plenty of time out back by the pool with my kids and their friends – including Kimberleigh’s friend Sandi, who finally got to experience her friend’s daddy’s cock in her pussy, an experience about which we will hear more later – my son’s birthday rolled around. This was a special occasion; my son was turning 21. I promised him that on his 21 st birthday I would give him money and take him to the liquor store to buy his first six-pack. My father had done the same for me on my 21 st birthday, and I felt it was a tradition worth continuing.
After our trip to the liquor store, we set about getting ready for the party we were having. It was, naturally, going to be a pool party. For the first time, Kimberleigh expressed an extreme lack of excitement about being there. For a couple years now, my son’s friends had been ogling her whenever they were at the house. Again, having been a young man once, I understood where they were coming from. Growing up, I’d had a friend with a hot younger sister, and I drooled over her whenever I was over at his place. I’d actually slept with her once, an occasion which my friend never found out about. But back to the story. Kimmie wasn’t too thrilled about being surrounded by her brother’s hornball friends, and I couldn’t really blame her. Besides, I wasn’t too thrilled about Ben’s hornball friends eyeballing and hitting on my daughter either. So when she asked to be excused from the party, I was fine with that idea.
My wife came up with the idea that I should take Kimmie to the movies or something, have a little Daddy and Daughter time while she attended to the houseful of noisy young men. I had a sneaking suspicion that my wife enjoyed being the only woman surrounded by a group of testosterone-filled youth, and I was happy to allow her that pleasure. After all, I’d been the lucky recipient of the hormone-driven attention of my daughter’s hot friends, so why not let my wife have a little fun too?
After the movie, we called the house. The party was still going, so Kimmie and I decided to head to campus. I worked for a local university, and since it was summer break, the on-campus faculty housing was empty. As a member of the administration I had access to all of the buildings on campus, and plenty were the times when the family and I had enjoyed a barbecue on the extensive lawns or a movie night in front of the big-screen TVs in the faculty houses.
We got to campus and opened up a house. It was our favorite, with a big wraparound back porch, pool, and a 60” plasma TV in the living room. It was a warm evening, so Kimmie decided to go for a swim. She disappeared out back while I put a baseball game on the bigscreen.
A couple innings later, I heard the shower in the back bathroom running. My daughter must have been done with her swim. Idly, I imagined her in the shower, the hot water cascading down over the curves of her nude body. I’d begun to be comfortable thinking of my daughter that way. In my mind, she wasn’t my daughter, she was just another extremely hot young woman. I was able to convince myself that as long as I thought that way, it was okay. I felt a stirring in my pants and tried to pay attention to the ballgame.
A short time after, Kimmie came into the living room with a towel wrapped around her. Her long black hair was still damp from her shower, obviously having been towel-dried. She bounced – my daughter never walked, she was so cheerful, she always seemed to bounce or bound or skip – over to the couch and curled up next to me. “Hi Daddy,” she said cheerfully. “What’s the score?” My daughter had always been a fan of watching sports with her daddy.
I told her and we settled in to a comfortable silence. She snuggled against me, the way she always had since she was a little girl, her legs tucked underneath her, and I put my arm around her shoulders. It felt natural and right, for her and I to be sitting there like that. As she squirmed to get more comfortable, the towel slipped from her top and out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice that her full, ripe breasts were all but exposed. She didn’t seem to notice or mind, so she sat there like that and didn’t readjust the towel. It was all I could do to focus on the TV and not stare at my daughter’s exposed breasts, her dusky nipples peaking in the AC.
I shifted in my seat as my cock started to harden. Kimmie noticed me shifting uncomfortably and said “What’s wrong, Daddy?”
“Nothing, sweetheart,” I lied. “Just getting comfortable.”
She smiled. “I love snuggling with you, Daddy.” She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, burying her face in my neck. I was all too conscious of her luscious teenage body pressed fully against me. The bulge in my pants started to throb, becoming harder and harder to ignore.
But wait. She wasn’t just sitting there. My daughter…was nuzzling my neck. I felt her lips brush my skin. “I love my daddy,” she whispered.
I sat there ramrod-straight and perfectly still, my mind reeling. What the fuck was going on?
As Kimmie shifted again, her knee brushed the throbbing bulge in my pants. I heard the sharp intake of her breath. I sat perfectly still, waiting for her to jump up and run screaming from the room. Instead, she just whispered, “Daddy…?”
“Wh..what is it, sweetheart?” I mumbled.
“Daddy,” she said in a low voice, “you know I love you, right?”
“Of course I do, pumpkin.”
“And you know that I’m…” she paused, then went on, “…that I’m a young woman, right?”
“Ye-es,” I said hesitantly, not knowing where she was going with this. In an attempt to steer this conversation away from the weird place it was going, I followed with “But no matter how old you get, you’re always going to be my little girl.”
“Yeah,” she said in a kittenish voice. It was something I’d never heard from her before, at once innocent yet teasingly sexy. It was extremely arousing. “I’m always going to be your little girl, Daddy.”
I finally forced myself to turn and look at her. Her beautiful blue eyes looked up at me with love, admiration, and…something else.
“I’ll always be your little girl…” she breathed, “…but I’m not a little girl anymore.”
As she said this, I felt her hand slowly creep across my chest. It was an eerie copy of exactly what her mother does when she’s in the mood. “I love my daddy,” she said. “You’re the first man I ever loved, you know that, Daddy? My daddy is the only man I could ever need.” Her eyes were no longer looking into mine, but were pointed downwards and unfocused, like she was looking at nothing in particular. Her voice had an odd hitch to it when she said those words.
“Daddy…” she said, her voice a whisper.
“Y-yes, honey?” I replied, my mind struggling to make sense of this entire surreal experience.
“Daddy, I need you.”
Now this I could handle. “I’m always here for you, sweetheart, you know that.”
“I know,” she said, her eyes still staring downwards, her hand making circles on my chest. “And I need you for something, Daddy.”
“Anything, pumpkin. Anything at all. That’s what Daddy is here for.”
“Are you sure, Daddy?” she asked. Her eyes looked up into mine again, and this time, I knew what it was that I saw in them. It was desire.
Her hand drifted lower until it found the bulging hard-on in my pants. I gasped, and so did she.
I looked into my daughter’s eyes, my mind in turmoil. I knew what was happening, saw what was about to happen, and was warring with myself. This is wrong, I shouted internally, this is Leelee, your daughter, your little girl, you can’t do this! My hindbrain shouted back Oh no? Watch me!
Kimmie’s hand stroked my cock through my pants, our eyes locked together. “I need my Daddy,” she said softly. “I want my Daddy…”
When she leaned in and kissed me, I was still for a moment…then when I felt her tongue slide between my lips, my resolve crumbled. I kissed my daughter back, hard. I felt her gasp deep in her throat.
She slid into my lap, straddling my legs. The towel slipped to the floor and my hands, as they wandered her body, realized that she was naked. I cupped her ass and pulled her against me, letting her feel the hardness of my erection pressed against the pink slit of her womanhood. She immediately began rubbing her pussy up and down the bulge in my pants, grinding into me.
“Ohhhh Daddy…” she breathed.
I broke the kiss and attacked her breasts. Her tits were large, round, full, and at 17, sat high and proud on her chest. I kissed and licked them, sucking her nipples into my mouth and gently biting them. She gasped and I felt a rush of heat from between her legs.
My hand slid up her thigh until I felt the warm wetness of her pussy. I rubbed her clit gently and she moaned; then I slipped a finger into her pussy and she gasped. I fingerfucked my daughter – my daughter! – and she ground against my hand, gasping, her hips swiveling, until she had an orgasm. She moaned softly, then slipped to her knees in front of me.
With a mischievous look on her face, she said, “Now it’s your turn, Daddy.”
She undid my pants and pulled out my cock. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life. My eyes thrilled to the sight of my daughter’s full red lips engulfing my shaft, sucking my thick hardness into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, her lips stroking my length. Wherever she’d learned to suck cock, she was damn good at it. Better than her friend Sandi, I thought with wicked glee. This was wrong, this was totally wrong, it was disgusting, it was perverted, but fuck that shit! I thought. My daughter loves me, I love my daughter, and I’m going to show her just how much I love her.
With that, I stood up. Kimmie stood with me, looking at me with pure unbridled desire in her eyes. She kissed me again and I took off the rest of my clothes until we were both naked. “Daddy,” she whispered.
“Yes, baby?”
“Daddy, I want you.”
“What do you want from Daddy, honey?”
“You know what I want,” she said with a grin.
“Tell me.”
“Daddy…fuck me, Daddy. I’m such a bad little girl, thinking about fucking my Daddy, but I can’t help it. I love my daddy and I want him, please Daddy, please fuck me!”
There was one last stray thought of how wrong this was, but it got swept away in the heat of the moment. I took my daughter in my arms and laid her down on the couch. Her shapely legs spread wide, I took in the sight of her glistening pink cunt, shining with her dew. I couldn’t help myself; I leaned down and kissed her baby-smooth pussy lips, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. I let my tongue slide up and down her slit, circling her erect clit and sucking it, until she was squirming. “Oh god, I need it so bad!” she moaned.
I knelt between her wide-spread legs and positioned the tip of my cock against her slit. Her hips began moving, seeking to impale herself on me. I paused, my brain finally catching up to my hormones. “This…this is wrong, baby,” I said hesitantly.
“I know,” she replied with a wicked lilt in her voice.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, honey. You’re my baby, my little girl…”
“And you’re my Daddy,” she said. “Every little girl loves her Daddy. I want you to love me.” She raised herself up on her elbows and reached out forTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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