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Kimmy wasted no time, but immediately slid down her pajama bottoms. I watched in eager anticipation as her hands moved up to the waistband of her panties. She slipped them down as well, revealing her sweet little pussy to my view. A moment later she lay back down on the bed, completely naked, and staring up at me with love in those big brown eyes of hers and a smile on her lips.
I had a moment of hesitation as my conscience, which had fled to the furthest reaches of my mind, flared up. Was I really going to go through with this? Was I going to watch as my daughter masturbated in front of me?
"Spread your legs, honey," I told her. She lifted her knees, then drew them apart. I nearly gasped as I saw her little lips spread apart, opening to reveal the wonders inside.
"Now put your hand between your legs and rub it," I told her. I couldn't believe was I was saying! I was actually directing my daughter's masturbation, as if we were making a cheap porno film!
Trustingly, obediently, she placed on hand down there. She kept her fingers closed, unfortunately hiding herself from view, and began to run it up and down, very slowly.
She closed her eyes but kept that smile on her lips, her gorgeous young kissable lips. The sight before me was almost too much to resist. I was almost willing to give up our entire future together just for one moment of bliss with this little sex goddess.
With all the willpower I could muster, I managed to control myself. How easy it would have been to just take her right there! But somehow I didn't.
Kimmy seemed to have forgotten me for the moment as she rubbed herself. That gave me plenty of time to look over her nude young body. She had wonderfully soft skin, and cute little breasts that, though still small, had a certain delightful charm to them. I loved the way they trembled just slightly as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. The nipples were also small, just right for putting in the mouth and probably absolutely delicious.
I was doing it again. I was thinking of seducing my daughter. What a horrible man I was, to even be here watching her and especially to have those wicked thoughts. But, although I knew this was wrong, somehow that didn't seem to matter any more.
I let my eyes travel lower, and saw traces of moisture between her legs. She was capable of that much at least. I could smell it now, the musky feminine odor that meant she was aroused, like an animal in heat. And like an animal, it drew me to her. I took a step forward and reached out a hand.
Then I stopped, once again claiming control over my body. This had to end, I knew, but how? Should I just walk away and let her finish in privacy, or should I tell her that I was leaving? No, I had promised to help her, and I couldn't go back on my word. At least, it made for a good excuse to remain.
Soft, barely audible moans began to escape her lips, more like the mewling of a cat than the sounds of a woman in ecstasy. It reminded me again of just how young she was, but rather than disgusting me, it turned me on so much that I couldn't stand it. I wanted so much to be the one to cause her to make those sounds. I wanted to stimulate her all over her body, inside and out, until she finally discovered the joy that she had been missing for so long. All the horror and disgust at those thoughts had vanished completely, and the only thing keeping me from attacking her right there was the fact that I could never hurt her like that.
Her eyes opened and she gazed at me for a moment with those lovely brown eyes of hers. "So am I doing it right?" she asked.
"You're doing fine, sweetheart," I reassured her.
The smile broadened on her lips. "Do you really mean that, daddy?" she asked.
"What, about doing fine?"
"No, am I really your sweetheart?"
Impulsively I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "You're my favorite girl in the whole world, and that's the truth."
"Daddy, would you do me a favor?"
"Anything, Kimmy."
"Would you ... would you take off your towel?"
Oh god! I thought. That's not fair! How can I resist her when she asks me things like that?
"If that's what you want, honey," I told her. She nodded.
I unfastened the towel and let it slip to the ground, exposing my already-hard cock to her eyes. She had seen it before, but this time it was different because I was deliberately showing it to her in order to sexually arouse her. She stared at it with a hungry look in her eyes, and to my astonishment and excitement, she actually licked her lips!
Again I began to fantasize, this time about her taking it into her mouth and sucking me to orgasm. To actually cum in her mouth and have her swallow it would be the greatest feeling I could ever experience.
"Daddy, you're so handsome," she smiled at me. "And so sexy." She began to rub herself again, her eyes not leaving my dick. It was as if she were speaking to it rather than to me, an amusing thought.
"I think you're sexy too," I told her without thinking. A low groan escaped her lips as I said the words, and I knew it was causing her pleasure to hear them, so I decided to continue. "You've got such a pretty face, and a gorgeous body." Another groan. "If I weren't your father, I would have my hands all over you." Another groan, this one a little louder. "I would rub you and squeeze you and grope you and fondle you. I would kiss you all over the face, then kiss you all over your chest. I'd put your nipples in my mouth and suck on them. I'd kiss your tummy, then I'd kiss your gorgeous little pussy. I'd run my tongue all over it, inside and out. I'd--"
"Oh Daddy!" she cried out with delight. Though she was obviously excited, I could tell it wasn't quite to the point of orgasm.
I had already gone too far, but there was no stopping now. It was all for her benefit, after all, wasn't it? At least, telling myself that seemed to strip away all of the guilt.
"Would you like me to kiss you again?" I asked her.
"A daddy kiss, or a boyfriend kiss?"
"A boyfriend kiss," I smiled.
"Oh god, would you?"
I leaned over, staring down at her pretty face lying there on the pillow, her bright eyes staring up at me with adoration and an innocent smile on her lips. Those lips that were waiting for my own.
As soon as our lips touched, I knew I wasn't going to stop. She had the most kissable lips of any girl on the planet, and I would not deny myself that pleasure. I kissed her deeply, powerfully, as if trying to devour her.
I noticed her rubbing herself furiously now, to my delight. She seemed to enjoy the kiss every bit as much as I did. She even opened her mouth, and I took the hint. I let my tongue slide inside to make contact with her own. She moaned around my lips as she let it happen, and our tongues teased each other's in that beautiful, passionate kiss.
Then I felt a marvelous sensation between my legs, and I realized that she had taken hold of my cock with her free hand. It sent thrills through my body to know that my daughter, my cute little Kimmy, was giving me that kind of pleasure. Yes, it was crossing a line, but then again, wasn't that exactly what we had been doing ever since we met? Granted, it was the first touch between us of an undeniably sexual nature, but we had kissed and undressed together and flirted like crazy with each other already.
Her hands began to move slowly up and down the shaft. I could tell she had done this before, and right then I felt the strangest feeling yet toward Troy: gratitude. He had prepared her for this, prepared her for me, and now she was putting her training to good use, to give me what I had longed for ever since I had first met her.
I couldn't let this be about me, though. I wanted Kimmy to experience the same kind of pleasure, because this was all about her after all. I placed one of my hands gently on her stomach and began to rub her there, at first in tiny little circles, but expanding bit by bit. That ever-widening circle got closer and closer to the places on her body that would give her the most pleasure, and I could sense by her heavy breaths and excited trembling that she knew what was coming up, and awaited it with eager anticipation.
I reached her breasts first. I slipped my hand onto one of them and gave it a squeeze. She squealed in delight at the contact, then giggled at her own reaction.
My lips left hers, and I kissed her chin, then moved lower. She sighed as I kissed her all over her neck. I drank in the smell of her, the slightly sweaty yet oh-so-feminine aroma of an aroused woman. It had been too long since I had experienced that, and I was going to take full advantage of it.
My lips then moved to her shoulders, then her upper chest. There was no stopping now; I was going to make good on my previous words. Kimmy was going to experience her first orgasm, and I would be the one to give it to her.
She knew what was coming up, and let out a loud moan. I didn't want to disappoint her, so I kissed slowly downward toward one of her breasts. I took my time; there was no need to rush, and I wanted to draw this out as long as possible in order to maximize her arousal before I finally took her.
As I kissed her, I let my tongue touch her soft, warm skin, and she gasped at the contact. Seeing the reaction that produced in her, I made sure to keep doing it as I kissed ever closer to her nipple.
It was already swollen and hard before I even got there. I glanced at it as I kissed all around it, enjoying the mewling sounds she was making from the stimulation.
Finally I decided to give her what she wanted, and took it into my mouth. Kimmy cried out I simultaneously teased it with my tongue and sucked on it. It tasted exquisite. I just couldn't get enough of my daughter's tits.
I alternated between sucking it, nibbling on it gently, and just flicking my tongue against the tip. Each of these actions produced more of the moaning sounds from her, especially when I made it random so that she didn't know what kind of stimulation she was going to feel before it happened. The complete lack of anticipation made sure she wasn't ready for it when it came, which served to heighten her arousal.
Meanwhile, her hands were not idle. She still continued to stroke me, giving me back some of the pleasure that I was giving her. Through this mutual stimulation I sensed a strengthening of the bond between us. No more was I just her new father, but something far more. This was a kind of love that very few fathers and daughters ever got to experience with each other, a closeness that was so beautiful.
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