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Geschreven door: verbal.madness A Change Of Mind I was into my third pitcher of some off-brand Irish Red when the "too-tall-brunette" approached my table. She had that tell tale look of too many whiskey sours and not enough self- appreciation. She was well put together, having chosen a sateen dress the sank low enough down her chest to show the malnourishment in the visibility of her sternum and the slight swell of her small breasts as they disappeared behind the material. It was fairly short, stopping high on her thighs at the dangerous line of showing us all if she were wearing panties that night if she had some obstacle to step over. Brief eye contact and a complacent look told her she was welcome to continue her approach. She turned the chair so she'd be facing me directly without having to go through the trouble of turning her head to speak to me. She sat, giving the chair a little scoot forward as her legs crossed exposing more thigh than I deem tasteful. Especially considering her thighs weren't much bigger than my biceps. Her one saving grace came with her opening line. She was brundt, honest, not giving any note of struggle in her intended purpose in the club that night. "Do you wanna fuck me?" She said it with that slight head wobble of confident sarcasm with her final word turning into a sort of open mouth smirk before closing into a seductive smile. Her next move was expected, looking down briefly for aim before taking her straw into her mouth with her lips pursed much more than necessary in an attempt to appeal to my fantasies of fellatio as the cylindrical object slid in and out slowly during her sip. She was fixed on succeeding, and, if I were any other man, I'd have her stumbling behind me in her too high heels as I dragged her out to my vehicle to give her a sure answer to her question. Though, she wasn't prepared for my response. I dropped my head a bit, with a soft smile and a breathless half laugh. I then looked up with the same soft smile and an inquisitive squint as I pondered the best way to decline. "See... The majority of men have these mental responses to the sight of a female. They see a woman like the brunette by the bar. Her hips are wide, suggesting the form of child bearing. Her breasts are ample without being imposing. Her hair naturally beautiful, lacking the obviously false bright highlights or the dramatic sheen of way too many hair products. And her face... You can see she isn't a fan of make-up, and she doesn't need it. The sight is a natural beauty. In our minds, she's near perfect. All we need to know is if she's capable of forming words into sentences properly enough that we don't have to struggle to decipher her meaning. And while many would say she's overweight, most of us men, if we were being honest and able to overcome our hard-on for adjusting to current social standards, would say that she is by far the most attractive female in the room, and possibly in a ten mile radius." I continued looking at the plump brunette as I picked up my glass for a long drink. It was almost as if I had forgotten too-tall was even sitting there for a few seconds. Then, looking over, I knew I'd made my point with her. She had those "are you serious" eyes, and her previously on-display lips had tightened up like a drum. I smirked a bit, having a sense of pride in my ability to tear down the esteem of this girl who most fools would call a goddess. She looked down and away, ensuring herself that she had not sparked my interest. She stood, smoothing her dress, picked up her glass with a jerk and walked away. "Have a nice night" I offered a parting word that she ignored. My eyes returned to the better looking brunette. I gave myself about a half second before deciding I didn't need to talk to her, finished my last glass and left the club. The only reason I went to that club was to wind down with some drinks. And these days, it was so infrequent, the waitresses didn't even remember my name anymore. I suppose my lifestyle and age were no longer that of the club hopping type. Thankfully. Being 39 and a single father didn't leave much time for a social life. I continued pondering these thoughts and recalling barely the last time I had taken an offer like too-tall's as I pulled into my driveway. Looking at my home, it's no mistake that long hours and no friends can help to build quite the lavish life. My house was much too large for myself and my daughter, but we managed to fill the space with enough stuff to make it look like a comfortable home and less like a warehouse. Since I dedicated myself to work and raising my daughter, I've done everything in my power to be sure she had everything she wants and needs. Alicia, my daughter, was 8 years old when her mother passed away. It was a car accident of her own fault. I guess it's not such a great idea to drink a fifth of tequila before heading to pick your child up from school. I'm thankful everyday that she never made it to the babysitter's house. We were separated at the time, though Alicia always spent more time with me, work allowing. She preferred my company over the lethargic half attentionshe received from her mother. After the wreck, I devoted every waking minute to her. I showed her as much love and care as I could to distract her from the fact that her mother was never coming back. Surprisingly enough, she never seemed to mourn. Two years later she actually told me, in her best "I'm-a-big-girl" performance, that she didn't care that mommy was dead because mommy wasn't a good person and never took care of herself. I nearly lost it. I guess I managed to do my fatherly duty. She never went without anything and knew I loved and cared for her. She was always in the know about things when her age and bodily changes cam about. I even went as far as to have the birds and bees talk when she began having her period. I wasn't shy about it. I didn't stumble over the words or try to beat around the bush. Beyond all that, she was well educated, well rounded in morals and behavior, and just a good girl. I was proud of her. And there we were. Four years after her mother's death, we had become a well adjusted family. Just the two of us. It was actually just a week after her birthday when our lives began to change. It was a normal day, she had come home from school, done her homework, and was showering before dinner. Like any other day. I was bringing a load of laundry to my bedroom when I heard her yell for me. In her always playful manner. "Daaaad!!" Then a moment's pause too short for any response before repeating. "Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!" I laughed and shook my head. "Yes, dear!" I was at my bedroom door, just five feet away from the bathroom. "I forgot to get a towel!! Bring me one!!" This wasn't uncommon. She'd forget, I'd grab a towel from the linen closet at the end of the hall, and hand it to her through a cracked bathroom door. Innocent and simple. Not this time... "One second, sweetheart!" I walked to the end of the hall, opened the door, and grabbed a towel. I turned to head to the door when she yelled out again. "I'm so cold! I'm coming to get it!" I kept walking, assuming I'd be at the door before she could exit. I was stopped stone cold in my tracks when she came bounding out the door. She saw me stall and stopped. I dropped the towel almost instantly as the sight hit my eyes. She was dripping wet, and obviously cold, as evidenced by her tight, hardened, young nipples standing up on her barely a- cup breasts. Her hair was pulled mostly behind her back, but the strands left over her shoulders made for a continuing water supply, streaming over her torso and following her natural curves over her hips and between her legs. Of course, my eyes betrayed my better judgement as I took in the sight of her pussy. It was completely smooth. I couldn't decide if she hadn't grown any hair yet, or she'd been grooming herself. My eyes continued down, appreciating the sight of her legs as they glistened in the hallway light. They weren't the slender, immature legs of a girl her age. They had taken a more feminine shape. following the more than appealing swell of her hips, taking that gentle dip in at the knees, then the wide flare at the top of the calves and perfectly toned down to delicate ankles. As my eyes shot back up to hers, I enjoyed the foreshadowing of a perfect hourglass shape that was begging to take form. As our eyes met again, I had a brief thought of comfort realizing it had only been about 2 and a half seconds for all of this to occur. Her arms clamped over her chest. "Ya gonna gimme the towel, daddy?" She spoke in a higher pitch, and gentler tone than usual. My head was whirling. Luckily I was able to act fast enough. I reached down and picked up the towel, hurriedly moving forward and throwing it around her shoulders and pulling it together in front of her arms. The way the towel swallowed up her tiny form brought me back to reality. "I'm so sorry, baby. You caught me off guard." I feigned a smile and turned away, heading into my bedroom. "It's ok, daddy" was all I heard as she pranced off to her bedroom. I entered my room, closed the door quietly, and leaned back against it. I closed my eyes tight as my head landed against the door. And of course, as they closed, the image I had just seen took over. That perfect little body. Dripping wet. All the right curves glowing in the light. Her little half-surprised, half-scared, innocent look on her face. The way the valleys of her hips sloped into her mound. My god, I thought, it was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. I shook my head. Opened my eyes, feeling the burn as the light hit them. I looked down, kind of mumbling to myself. Nothing coherent. Just making sounds as my brain worked like a freight train to expel the image. My eyes closed again, and there she was. The way her left foot turned in a bit. Not a defect, just a result of her quick halt. Even that small detail had me going crazy. Her innocence was the primary factor. Even if she were a foot taller and had l arger breasts, her innocence still would've had me at a loss. I had to gain some composure. I had to eliminate these feelings I was having. As I began to open my eyes, my evil hand went straight for my cock. Until that moment, I hadn't realized I was harder than I had ever been in my life. My hand gripped it gently over my shorts. I groaned almost silently. Then gave in. I dipped my hand into my shorts and came in contact. My cock had never been so hard, so hot, nor had it throbbed so much. It was like holding a beating heart. I stroked it slowly, my thumb on the top side, three fingers along the bottom ridge. I closed my eyes again. She was still there. It took all of fifteen seconds before I was blasting a massive load of cum into my shorts. My mind was immediately thankful that I had a master bath to clean myself up. I was just taking my cum covered hand out of my shorts when the quick double knock of my daughter startled me. "Daddy! What's for dinner?" Your pussy. I shook my head again. Damn my lack of a sex life at this very moment. "Just a minute, baby. I'm changing." I knew she wouldn't come in if I said that. I walked to the bathroom as I heard her footfalls diminishing down the hall. After a quick clean up and a change of shorts, I headed downstairs. Walking past the living room on the way to the kitchen, I glanced nervously toward the couch, seeing her sitting there watching tv like any other night. She didn't seem spooked at all. I knew she heard me come down, but she didn't turn and give me some weird look, like "what a perv". She just went about her business like nothing had happened. I had no such luck. I had to keep my composure. "What are ya hungry for, sweetheart?" I always used pet names, unless she was in trouble. I felt like if I used those terms of endearment, she would never question my affections. Of course now my mind lashed out at me. -You'd like to see just how sweet she is- So frustrating. "I dunno, daddy... How 'bout pizza?" I was off the hook. I knew I couldn't keep my head clear enough to cook a decent meal. "Sure thing. I'll get it ordered." I picked up the phone and ordered our usual large pepperoni and large sausage and green pepper pizzas. We always got the same thing. Sort of a routine when it came to pizza hunger. After hanging up and laying the money on the table in anticipation, I knew I had to join her in the living room. I gave myself a silent pep talk. Telling myself that I could withstand her near proximity without going back to the vision of her immaculate nakedness. I walked toward the living room. As I entered, she glanced up at me before returning her eyes to whatever cartoon network show she had found. As I sat on the opposite end of the couch, she looked over and began to move. -Not my lap. Not my lap. Not my lap- "What're ya doin' way over there?" She bounced over to me, threw one leg over mine and nestled in beside me. This was our usual tv watching posture. She enjoyed being cuddled. She was a very touch oriented person. She turned more toward me, sliding an arm over my stomach and hugging herself tighter against me. I was going crazy. After my little fantastic session in my bedroom, I was still a little on the aroused side. Her firm, warm thigh over mine, mostly exposed as she wore those soffe cotton shorts with the waistband rolled up at all times in the house. Her arm wrapped around me, drawing my attention to the fact that her braless breasts were pressed against me, separated only by the thin material of our shirts. I swear I could feel her nipples. As if they could still be hard from earlier. I shook my head a bit, clearing the thoughts. I was hard again. Not entirely engorged, but enough that she'd probably notice if she moved her leg over a few inches, or if I had to stand to pay for the pizza. The doorbell rang at the instant the thought crept through. I rose slowly, trying to keep my pelvis turned away enough as I passed her. I wasn't hiding anything. I knew, if she had looked up, she would've seen the bulge. I just kept walking. "Pizza's here" I tried to keep other subjects in mind. Dinner. Tv. Drinking a beer with dinner. Baseball. Anything! It wasn't working. Embarrassedly, I paid for the pizza with a half raging erection pushing my shorts out a good four inches. Luckily, my doorway is dimly lit, and the pizza delivery boy made no gesture of notice. After paying, I closed the door and laid the pizza's on the table. "What'll ya have to drink, baby?" "Water is fine, daddy" I filled her glass, and grabbed myself a beer from the fridge, then skillfully picked up the pizzas and headed back to the living room. I thought surely the shadow of the pizza boxes would conceal the bulge this time. I moved around the coffee table and sat as I set the pizzas down on the table. I then sat our drinks down, opened the box, and retrieved a piece for myself before settling back, crossing my legs to avoid her cuddling and to cover my erection that just wouldn't quit. "Uh... You didn't bring me a beer?!" She joked. She knew I wouldn't cave on that point, but loved to play on the subject all the time. "Haha... I know you've been sneaking them behind my back! No more for you!" I joked back. She sipped at her water before grabbing a piece from her box and relaxing as she ate. It was an hour later. I had done well. My erection was gone. She hadn't persisted with the cuddling. She had retrieved me two more beers through that time. It was getting late now. Probably 9:30. She looked over with her pouty eyes. "Daddy... Can I stay up late with you tonight? We can watch a movie! Any movie you want." She had that look mastered. She knew I never took the look into account, but it never hurt her chances. I gave her an inquisitive look, already knowing I'd say yes. "I suppose, baby. But you can choose the movie or whatever. I don't mind." "Thank you, daddy!" She squealed as she bounced onto me, hugging my neck tightly and kissing my cheek. She was on her hands and knees. Crawling up to the entertainment center to browse our dvd collection. I couldn't stop myself from watching her ass, staring at her thighs, wishing her shorts were just a little thinner in the crotch. What surprised me was that i saw no hint of a panty line. To my knowledge she never went without, and I knew very well that she owned no thongs. Of course, my brain told me she went without for my sake, so it'd be easier for me to finger her later. More head shaking. I looked down at my beer bottle, then finished it in a couple quick gulps. I had more control now. Her crawling display hadn't made me hard again. I rose, walked to the kitchen and grabbed another beer. I planned to bring it back to the living room, but upon opening it, I immediately guzzled it all down. I grabbed another and returned to the living room to my seat. My head was a bit fuzzy now. Guzzling my fourth beer had done the trick. The fifth would prove well as a sleep aid. I hoped. The other option could not be entertained with my current company. She had chosen Watchmen. I loved the movie. She was pretty fond as well. She was pretty fond of anything I enjoyed, truth be told. I agreed to her choice and reached over to turn out the lights as the movie began. As I nursed my beer, she began scooting into position to get cuddly again. I tolds myself the beer had me incapacitated, and I wouldn't have to worry about another incident. So I allowed her. Again her arm went around me, and her leg went over mine. I had reclined to the side a bit. So, this time, she was almost on her side, laying halfway over me. Her leg, her evil little leg rested right between my legs. I could feel her warmth just barely touching against my cock through my shorts. I knew, if I couldn't control it, she'd be feeling every inch of me. I convinced myself that I was over it, that I wouldn't allow myself to be aroused by her again. Even if I had seen her naked again, I wouldn't give in. She was excessively cuddly that night. She kept scooting in everytime she noticed she was slipping away. Within the first hour of the movie, she had forced us into a more reclined position. I was laid back, resting my head against the jutting top shoulder of the couch, my legs still mostly together. She was laid up on against my side. Her head resting against my shoulder. My arm laying over her back. Her arm wrapped around my stomach. She had snaked her leg between mine, her thigh fully pressing against my thankfully flaccid cock. I wondered if she could feel the shape of it. My fright in the situation made me feel like we were both naked, and that she could feel every detail. She had to feel something. When I changed, I unwittingly donned a pair of cotton shorts as thin as hers, with no boxers. I gave up on the thought and tried to focus on the movie. It was then that I noticed she had begun to absently stroke my side. In the position, my shirt had crept up, and her hand had found its way under the hem. Her tiny fingertips gently caressing my side. It was an innocent enough gesture. She had done similar things before. But in light of our earlier altercation, I struggled with arousal again. And it couldn't have come at a worse time. The love scene. After the birds and bees talk, I hadn't really shielded my daughter from such things. I didn't let her watch porn, but I wasn't too concerned about her seeing love scenes on normal movies. Especially considering she could see them anytime she wanted to if she were watching alone in her room. This one was fairly short, and not very graphic at all. But with my problem begging to strike back, it was enough to ruin my efforts. The bigger issue was my daughter's response to the scene. I had never thought of her to have sexual thoughts at all. Much less for her to respond like this to a mild scene. Her hand jumped at my side, her caress became a bit more firm. I could feel her back arch under my hand, her chest pressing against me more. Her nipples were definitely hard now. Her thigh moved up, pressing harder against me. She was spreading her legs. I knew because her goal was to press her pussy against my hip. The heat of it finished me off. I began growing. I heard breathless whimpers as her hips rocked ever so slightly, but firmly against my hip. She was probably unaware, but her moisture had bled through shorts and dampened mine. I was rock solid. She had turned her head, her forehead resting against my chest, her hips had tightened up, her wet and wafrm pussy pressed tight to me, her thigh moving up and down on my cock, those breathless whimpers became high pitched pants. She was having an orgasm. I was frozen. I knew if I moved, it might derail her. And aside from my internal chastising, I was enjoying every minute. As the scene ended, I felt her tense body calming down. She was totally silent. He thigh slid down a bit, her head laid down on my chest as it was, her hand ceased moving all together. I felt her heartbeat against my side. It was quick and hard. Her breathing was a bit heavy, and she quivered a bit as she tried to keep it under control. I relaxed my body as well. Having frozen up like a tree trunk as she worked her pussy against my hip. I was surprisingly calm. Not too concerned with my exceptionally hard cock on blatant display in the blueish glow of the tv. My breathing was a bit heavy as well. Her hand moved, started caressing my side again. She made no other move before speaking. "I'm sorry, daddy." It was a soft whisper. The sweetest sound I had ever heard come out of her mouth, to be honest. A warm rush blasted through my body as she said it. I knew I needed to say something. I slid my hand up her back, kind of gripping her side, hugging her to me. "It's ok, sweetheart." I whispered back at her. She let out a heavy breath. Letting me know my acceptance of her apology sounded genuine to her. Then, without thought, my hand moved. As gentle as her hand caressed that small section of my side, I returned the favor on her back. Starting over her shirt, but easily reaching the lower hem and pulling it up with ease. I feather lightly slid my fingertips up and down her back, letting them trail to her ribs every few strokes. Her breathing was heavy again. Her thigh had slid up again, contacting my still hard cock. My hand began wandering further down her back. I could've easily reached a healthy handful of her ass in our position, but at this point, my actions were more instinctive. Like I'd done it a million times. But my hand did wander. I felt my fingertips brush against the waistband of her shorts. Then again. On the following stroke, my hand had moved to the left a bit. This time my fingertips noticed something else. Her shorts had moved. Her action against my hip had caused them to creep down a bit. Enough so that on my downstroke, my middle fingertip slid gently into the crease of her ass. The sensation was overwhelming. That same warm rush went through me. Her body jerked slightly as it happened, but she made no move to escape. So I did it again. Her lack of objection spurred me on. I wouldn't go straight for the prize, but I knew there were certain boundaries I could cross. I firmed up my work on her back, rubbing up and down more like a massage, but softening up as I reached that crease. I grew more bold, letting my fingers slide into her shorts, using that dip in her ass as an entry point. She arched in again, her breathing even heavier. I went further. Going for broke, I decided to test the waters. I slid my fingers into her shorts, my middle finger in the crease, the others following the curves as I pushed my hand in. I lifted my finger as I felt it getting closer to that tight little pucker. To my surprise again, she pushed her ass back. My middle finger grazed her that tight pucker. She shivered, and I heard the slightest whimper escape her lips. I couldn't really believe it, but she wanted it. Either she knew she liked it, or she was just so sexually charged at that moment, that she was willing to accept any form of stimulation. I wasn't one to argue. I slid my hand into her shorts again in the same fashion. My middle finger slipping between her perfectly round, perfectly firm yet soft mounds of flesh. This time I let my middle finger rest in the crease, gently caressing slowly down to her hole. As I felt it, I slowed down, so softly sliding my finger over it. She inhaled sharply, then whimpered and held her breath, her hand on my side gripped my flesh, her hidden hand grasped out, catching my shirt. Her ass pushed back, forcing my finger against her firmly. I repsonded in kind, slowly pushing just a bit against the sensitive hole. She let out her breath again with a moan. "Mmmnnnnhh" Was about what it sounded like. It didn't much matter what it sounded like. It threw me for a loop. It was, by far, the sexiest thing I had ever heard in my life. I pulled back slowly, a grin taking my face as I felt her try to follow my hand with her ass. As my hand moved up her back again, she moved. Slowly she began to turn her body, until she was laying somewhat on her side. My hand was still able to move up and down her back, but now, as I glanced down, her chest was available to me. Until now, my other arm hadn't moved from it's position slunk over the arm of the couch. Her hand moved slowly to my bicep, gripping it gently and lightly tugging at it. I followed her lead as her hand slid down my arm as I brought it over to her. Her tiny hand gripped my large wrist, and she led my hand to her chest. Nothing could've stopped me from giving her anything at this point. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and I never denied her anything. She placed my hand over one of her breasts, then covering my hand with hers, pressed in, arching again to make the touch more firm. I lightly gripped her chest. There was barely enough there for me to move my fingers at all, but I did my best. As her hand dropped away, I took her cue and began massaging her budding breasts. Going back and forth, giving each a good rub, and teasing her nipples with my thumb. "oh god... Daddy..." I was mesmerized until she spoke again. "Are you ok, baby?" I asked, genuinely concerned. "Mhm" She responded quietly. Her hand moved down to the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up, moving my hand out of the way. She hiked it up, exposing her tiny breasts to my view for the second time today. "Wait" She said it in a clearly audible voice. I froze again. "Y-yeah, sweetheart? Is everything ok?" She sat up straight, her shirt falling into place. She looked sternly at nothing at all. I thought it was all over. She was about to start screaming at me and calling the police. They'd come in, guns blazing, and I'd be a goner. "Daddy..." "Yes, baby." "Is this really happening?" "I... It seems to be, baby. We can stop. I know it's wrong. I shouldn't have done it. I'm so sorry, ba" Her fingers hit my lips gently. "Are we really gonna do this?" She took her hand away. Then looked down at her lap. "I know I'm young. But I know what sex is. And I know this isn't legal. But I also know I want it to happen. And I know I want it to be with you. And it's not just sex!" She said as she slapped the couch. "It's making love. I love you. And I know you love me. And I knew it was more than just a father and daughter kind of love today in the hall." There it was. She mentioned it. And apparently it had an effect on her as well. I was relieved and scared out of my mind at the same time. She looked over at me abruptly. "Do you love me, daddy? Like... Real love?" I was dazed by the question. My 12 year old daughter had just asked me if I loved her romantically. I knew if I said no, all of this would end, and she could be scarred for life. I knew I loved my daughter. Probably more than most fathers loved their daughters. And at that very moment, in a few seconds of thought, I was able to give her an honest answer. "Yes I do, baby" My whole body was covered in goosebumps as I said it. Her eyes were instantly filled with tears. I didn't know what to do. I waited. "I love you too, daddy." She whimpered quietly. Her eyes locked on mine, her tears stopped, but the streams on each cheek were still there. It was an image I will never forget. We had confessed our love, and it seemed we were preparing to consumate that love. I gave her a soft smile. Then, out of nowhere, I knew my next move. I reached up to each side of her face, resting my hands on each side. "I love you so much, sweetheart." I waisted no more time. I leaned in and kissed my daughter. It wasn't our morning smooch as she went off to the bus stop for school. Or the goodnight forehead kiss I had given her every night for so many years. It was a kiss of love. Our lips were slightly parted, both wetted instinctually as I leaned in, my tongue lightly grazed along her bottom lip. As I ended the kiss, my hands moved back and dropped down around her, pulling her to me as I rose up in my seat a bit, my cheek resting against hers in a tight hug. Her arms flew around me, hugging tight, almost desperately. I held on until her arms loosened. Then slowly leaned back into my original position. "I don't know what to do now, sweetheart." I was honest with her. I didn't want to be the one to make the first move if we were to resume. She settled back into her first position, just cuddling up with me. Her eyes went back to the tv screen. Were we dont for tonight? "Let's just let it happen, daddy." Nope. She was all in. I couldn't have convinced her to wait. She wanted it now as much as I did. And just as I preferred, she wanted it to come naturally as it had moments before. I started caressing her back again, and she went back to caressing my side. We were slow and methodical, but it was natural. We watched the remaining minutes of the movie, not really paying attention, just allowing things to progress organically. Her thigh moved up. My cock had softened a bit, but at the touch of her warm thigh, it woke up again. It didn't rage back to life, but twitched and began to firm up. She was intrigued by it more now. I felt her hand slow on my side, just as my fingers dipped into her shorts again. That same arching, whimpering motion happened, causing a quiet groan to escape my lips. I stayed in her shorts this time. My finger gently circling that tight, slightly pulsing entry to her ass. I didn't concern myself with getting to her pussy, even knowing it was a couple inches reach away. She liked what I was doing, so I continued. Then I noticed her hand moving. It moved fairly quickly over my stomach and down to my shorts. She looked up at me as her thumb slipped into thew waistband. My eyes met hers with a sort of desperation. She knew what it meant. She then lifted the waist band and wormed her hand into my shorts. Her tiny fingers sliding through my hair and splaying over my hardening shaft as they met it. My hips moved up as I groaned quietly. My cock responded quickly, hardening almost completely into her hand as she gripped it softly. I was tingling everywhere. My thoughts were gone. I hadn't even realized her moaning, or the fact that i had my middle fingertip into her ass about a half inch. She was squirming now. Her little hand just gripping and releasing my cock as the pleasure confused her actions. "Daddy... unnhh" Her hips started moving, her pussy pressed against my hip again, but this time with the added stimulation of my finger probing her ass. "Mnnh... Unnhh... Mmmmdaddy." I started breathing heavier than she was. The sound of her pleasure was driving me crazy. But I didn't want to ruin it by trying to do something more. Not yet. She got ahold of herself enough to start stroking my cock with more skill. Not really skill, but just better than her previous motions. I couldn't complain. I hadn't had a strange hand on my cock in years, much less the tiny hand of the daughter I had fallen in love with. It felt better than any pussy I ever had. The love and lust building in us both was so intense, I think just looking at each other could've made us cum at that point. Her strokes smoothed out, my hips meeting her strokes in a steady rhythm. My hand continued, her hips grinding into my hip, her moans quieter now. She was just enjoying it. Not rushing herself to orgasm. I let my hand wander. Sliding down into her shorts more, my fingers met a distinct wetness. I was right there. She had stopped moving. Her back arched, her ass pooched out in what had to be an uncomfortable position. I was not even a half centimeter away from sliding my fingers into her pussy. I crept forward, feeling my finger dip a bit into the start of her tight slit. I nearly came in her hand at that point. "please, daddy" She whispered at me again. It was like an order from a general. I couldn't say no or stop. I moved my hand more, my middle finger sliding slowly into her, it was tight on my one finger. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to plunge my cock into her. It was like a dripping wet vice. I slid in more. "UUUNnnnhhh... Please!" I pushed further. She began panting like a dog that had just run a mile to find no water. A little more. I was so flushed and hot, it was almost unbearable. Just another little push and I felt it. Her hymen. It almost forced me to stop, but I knew she wanted it. "Baby... I cant get my finger in any more." I was bold to say those words. I wasn't sure if she'd be able to respond. "I know, daddy. I don't want you to do it with your finger." My cock jerked in her hand. I was ready to go further now. I reached over with my free hand, placing it over my shorts onto her hand. "Can I take you to bed, sweetheart?" Her eyes lit up as she looked quickly up at me. "Yes, daddy." She whispered. That whisper could start wars. I let her move off of me as my hand slipped out of her shorts, hers sliding out of mine as well. She stood slowly, taking my hand as she did, pulling on me to get up. I gripped her hand and pulled her back to me as I stood, spinning her to face me. I leaned down as my arms wrapped around her and kissed her deeply. Our lips more parted this time, my tongue sliding in a bit to toy with hers. She moaned into the kiss. My hands slid down her body to her ass, gripping just below it, I lifted her with ease. Her legs wrapped around my waist as her arms wrapped around my neck. We kissed more as I began to walk toward the stairs. A quick thought breezed through my mind as I took the stairs slowly, carrying my young daughter toward my bed. Looking back, it was mundane to think about it. I thought, I'd never go for a girl like this. She's too thin. Her hips aren't big enough. She has light brown hair, when I'd usually go for darker. Her breasts are smaller than I'd like. Not that I really have a preference in that area. And she's inexperienced. I usually go for the thicker, wide hipped, ample chested, dark brunettes who know what they're doing in the sack. I guess I was having a change of mind. It helped that four years pretty much alone with this girl had developed a love bond far greater than that of most fathers and daughters. I renconciled myself to the fact that what I was doing was morally and legally unacceptable, but... I couldn't turn back. I loved this little girl in my arms, and I intended to make her feel loved in every possible way. As I reached the top of the stairs and got to her bedroom door, I stopped. "You're sure about this, sweetheart?" I asked with those desperate eyes. I knew she would say yes, but I had to offer her a chance to say no before we went through with it. "Yes, daddy. I'm sure" She had that little sweet smile on her lips. The same smile she used when I thanked her for something. I continued walking. Planting little kisses on her lips every couple steps. I nudged my bedroom door open and entered. There was only light from my nightstand lamp dimly filling the room. I figured that'd be enough. I walked over to the bed and laid my daughter down gently, remaining over her to kiss her a bit more. The new scenery seemed to give her some drive. She reached up and grabbed my face at both sides and pull me into a wild kiss. Her tongue darting in and out of my mouth, mine following suit. Her hands slid down my neck, then over my chest and down to grip the hem of my shirt, pushing it up my torso quickly. I leaned up, allowing her to pull it off. Her hands went for my chest, squeezing a bit and sliding around over my chest hair. She had this look on her face. She enjoyed the fact she could run her fingers through my chest hair. Almost like it was a fetish to her. I wasn't complaining. I then rose up onto my knees, she leaned up, still enjoying feeling my naked skin. "Sweetheart... You still have your shirt on. No fair." I said with a little grin. She smirked back at me. "Maybe you should do somethin' about it then." She was game for anything now. She wasn't nervous anymore. And her calm demeanor calmed me. I reached for her shirt and began pulling it up. "Wait, daddy..." "What's wrong baby?" "Lemme get up. I wanna do it." I moved to the side, sitting on the bed. She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. She turned, giving me a side profile, as she lifted her shirt. She crossed her arms over, using that more seductive slow motion, her back arching slightly as she pulled it over her head. As her breats came into view, the dim light accented them perfectly. At that moment, hers became the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. She caught me staring all agape at her chest. She giggled quietly and threw her shirt at me. I laughed in turn and cast the garment aside. I then looked up at her. She gave me a look like "It's time" and looked down at her shorts. She hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pulled. The way she was pulling caused them to slide down her hips slowly, then quickly pop over her round ass as she continued. She pushed them down her thighs and bent fully as she slid them down her calves, turning to me a bit as they reached the floor, giving me a barely lit shot of her pussy between her thighs. It was the best strip show I had ever seen without question. She stood and kicked the shorts off her foot and turned to face me. "Do you think I look good naked, daddy?" She was using that whisper again. I could feel my face turn red. "You look perfect baby. So beautiful." I stretched my arms out as I scooted toward the edge of the bed, grabbing her hands and pulling her to step between my legs that now hung off the edge of the bed. In this position, she was only slightly taller than me, reminding me of just how small she was. I wasn't deterred. I leaned in and kissed her lips softly, then again a bit more firmly. My hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, feeling her stomach pressing against my chest. My lips moved down, kissing her neck, sucking gently before moving on to her collar bone, feather-light kissing my way down to her chest. I was nervous again. I kissed across the tiny swells of her breasts, not sure if I should move to her nipples. Her hand on the back of my neck pulling me down a bit told me it was ok. As my lips hit her nipple, she gasped and arched toward me. I ran my tongue around it softly and slowly, then flicked it a few times with my tongue. My lips closed over it as my daughters other hand moved to the back of my neck. As I started to gently suck, she pulled me in tight to her chest, whimpering at the sensation of my mouth on her nipple. I was fairly gentle with the first nipple, then moving to the other side, I kissed over her nipple, then took it in my teeth, biting down a bit, her hands grasping my neck tight, gasping sharply, my tongue flicking over the tip of her nipple before I closed my mouth and sucked in hard. My hands went to her back, pulling her against me, relishing the sensation of her warm, bare skin on my chest. I let my hands slide down to her ass, for the first time able to explore the perfect curves of each mound, squeezing them gently. I thought to return to my previous work of teasing her tight hole, but decided it could wait. I had other things in mind. After I had my fill of her breasts, I had nothing in my mind but tasting her young, untouched pussy. I leaned back away from her and met her eyes. At first glance, some might think she was afraid, but I knew the look on her face, her glassy eyes, she was desperate for more. She was totally in love with me, and totally in love with what was happening. "I need you to lay down, sweetheart." I scooted to the side, allowing her space on the bed, turning a bit and bringing one knee onto the bed. She just nodded her head with a quick "mhm" before crawling on the bed. The bed was high. As she climbed up, I was treated with a new vision of how to appreciate her body. The way her hip folded perfectly, her thigh meeting her stomach briefly. Her back foot, on its toes, flexing her calf. Her ass, those perfect globes of flesh. Her budding breasts staying in place as she crawled with them parallel to the bed. An older woman, even with such small breasts, would have some sag. They'd be kind of dangling there beneath her. That quick display of her simply crawling on the bed gave me a bit more energy. I was rabid for her now. She was on her knees for a brief second before turning and laying out on the bed. She had her head laid on my stack of three pillows, high enough that she was nearly in a seated position. I turned toward her, looking at her face again to check for any signs of apprehension. None to be found. She smiled at me now. An innocent little smirk, then looked down her chest, my eyes following her gaze. Her knees, till now drawn up in front of her, fell open slowly. They laid in a diamond shape, showing how nimble she was. My mind surged with ideas about her flexibility as I moved across the bed to rest on my knees facing her. Somehow she knew where I was head, and brought her feet apart enough for me to get between them. I then stretched out onto my stomach, still perched on my elbows. Looking at her eyes again, she still had that happy look on her face. "I wanna lick your pussy, baby. Is that ok?" I tried to keep calm, and not let her see how nervous I was. "You don't have to ask, daddy. I want you to make love to me. You can do anything to me." She relaxed against the pillows, her arms laying at her sides. She was totally submitted to me. Her words, "You can do anything...", made me blush instantly. Her permission to have my way with her body was more than enough to pull out any stops I might have made beyond this moment. I scooted forward, sliding one hand under her leg, pulling it back up into its bent position. I kissed just at the inside of her knee, then moved down. Planting soft, wet kisses down the length of her inner thigh. She jerked when I got about three inches away from where her thigh met her hip. A little giggle. I let out a quiet laugh in return. "That tickled, daddy" Another small giggle. Her youth was still more in tact than I was allowing myself to believe. Yet, somehow, it was driving me forward. I continued, stopping at the valley of her hip, giving a long, gently sucking kiss. It was my favorite spot on any womans body. The skin so soft and sensitive. Just inches away from the prize. I then kissed across her lower abdomen, my bottom lip feeling the slope of her mound. I almost couldn't resist it, but managed to make it to the other hip. After giving that spot the same attention, I moved to kiss her other thigh, working my way to her pussy again. I could smell her from the time I planted that first kiss on her other knee. It wasn't the scent I had associated with pussy for so many years. It was different. Sweeter. Like the scent of cherries and cream. I imagined it would taste much better. There it was. I was looking right at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Her labia sealed up tight. Not a trace of her inner labia attempting to escape. She was smooth. Not one hair in sight. And in the light of the lamp I was able to see that she hadn't grown any hair yet. She had started her period only a few months prior, but hadn't experienced many other symptoms of puberty. I tried not to stare too long. I looked up at her. She had been watching me intently. Her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving slowly. She was ready. I dropped my gaze. I kissed the center of her perfect slit gently, my lips quivering. At this close proximity, her scent was intoxicating. It took everything in me to not bury my face into her like a hungry animal. Kissing again, this time with my lips slightly parted, my tongue darting out to slip just millimeters between those two plump lips. The taste... I couldn't imagine anything like it. How sweet it was. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted. I grew bold, moving down a bit, sliding my tongue into her slit, adoring that explosion of her flavor, then sliding it up. I felt the depression of her love canal as I passed over it, but continued on, sliding my tongue slowly up to her clit. She was writhing a bit. Her leg in my hand tightening up, her back arching, a quiet gasp. I passed over it at first, it being well guarded by her inner labia and hood. On my way back down, I stiffened my tongue and expertly navigated through the delicate folds of skin, hitting her clit. She jolted. That sound from earlier came from her. "Unnhh!" Only a bit more excited this time. Louder. One of her hands went to the back of my head, almost slapping against it. Her tiny fingers trying to grasp my very short hair. She pulled me in. I slid my tongue down from her clit, this time allowing myself the pleasure of slipping into her a little deeper. "Unh! Daddy... oh my god..." Her words trailed into a whisper. She was enjoying every second. I was finally ready to take it to the next level. I reached up with my free hand, gently rubbing over her mound, then using two fingers to spread her open. The sight was amazing. Her inner labia were almost non-existent, just thin tight folds beneath her now swollen outer labia. Her clit, in its little flesh fortress. I pushed her open more, her tight little red clit popping out. It was a bright red tone, and looked to be hard as a rock. I couldn't resist anymore. I opened my lips, kissing over her clit, pressing my tongue flat against it. She pulled my head hard, hard enough that she sat up. "MMMmmmnnnhh... please..." She was begging for more. I added a bit of suction to the kiss, withdrawing my tongue. As I sucked in harder and harder, I was able to close my teeth at the base of her clit. This drove her crazy. She was almost smothering me into her pussy. Her legs were shaking like an epileptic. She slammed back down onto the pillows, her back arching again. I held her clit there between my teeth, gently pulsing my jaw, then began flicking my tongue over the tip of her clit. What happened next was one of the most amazing moments of my life. "Hmm... Hmm... Daddy!!... Unnnnhhhh!" This little girl, who had only had her first sexual experiences within the last couple hours, began bucking her hips against my face like a seasoned professional. She was having an orgasm. I'm not sure how many times she had helped herself before. But even compared to her grinding pleasures on my hip earlier, this was probably the biggest she ever had. It almost hurt. They she was punding her pubic bone into my face. I didn't care. I kept up my work. Sucking, nibbling and licking her clit all at the same time. The only thing that stopped me was the stream of fluid that hit my chin. She wasn't just having an orgasm, she was cumming. Instinctively, my mouth dropped to her tiny, virgin hole. My lips covering it much like they covered her clit. I started sucking and dipping my tongue in. Luckily this was a lengthy orgasm, she just kept gushing her little girl cum into my mouth. I was lost in the taste and sensation. My thumb had moved to her clit, rubbing it gently in a circular motion. Her hips slowed down. I could feel her pussy stop throbbing around my tongue. It was subsiding. I took in the last few drops of her cum that I could find. My thumb moved away. I finished the kiss over her pussy like any other, then raised my head, as her hand had lossened its grip. "Daddy..." She was breathless. Whispering again. "Daddy... What'd you do?" She panted a few times. "I-I don't even... That was so amazing, daddy" Breathing heavily. "That was an orgasm, baby. Like what happened to you earlier... When you were kinda humping my hip. Well... This is what it's supposed to feel like." I suddenly became an instructor. I wanted her to know everything she could about the situation. Her safety and comprehension outweighed how much ecstacy I was in from the taste of her pussy and making my baby girl cum for the first time. I saw her face flush even more than it already was. She looked to the side a bit. "That was the first time I did that, daddy. I didn't even know what was happening then. But this... I don't think I can handle that again. It was so amazing, daddy." I was lit up like a Christmas tree at her words. She was satisfied, pleased, happy. I could've stopped right then and never touched her again and been happy. But we weren't finished. "Well baby... We can stop if you want..." I had a genuine look of concern on my face. I didn't want to overwhelm her and leave her with a bad first experience. I wanted her to feel loved, not just overworked. "No!" She jumped as she said it. "I don't wanna stop, daddy. We still have to... do that other thing." Her voice went quiet. Her face reddening a bit. She wanted me to take her virginity. No matter how turned on I was, no matter how much hotter things got, the sexual nature of the situation was diminished in her words. I found it adorable, innocent. And it settled me to hear her say it. "Anything you want, baby." I crawled over her as she relaxed back on to the pillow. She had the cutest grin on her face as I got closer. I kissed her lips softly. Her hand reached around my neck, pulling me in. Our kiss intensified. Our tongues dancing. Her other hand came to the side of my face. She was whimpering into our kiss. I could feel her heartbeat speeding. Her chest heaving faster. I thought she was about to have another orgasm from our kiss alone. How amazing that would've been. We slowed a bit. Then with a few last pecks on the lips, I had a suggestion for her. "Baby... It might be best if you were on top. That way... you can control how slow we go, and how deep I go." I knew it would be the best way for her to enjoy it most. This was to be quite an exhilerating deflowering. In comparison to the slim entry I felt earlier, my cock would be like a baseball bat trying to slide into a hole the size of a quarter. It was going to hurt. A lot. "Ok, daddy." She sat up as I leaned back onto my knees. Then as I rolled to the side, lying on my back, she turned to face me. "I know this is gonna hurt... But I don't want you to stop if I scream. I can handle it, daddy." She was so brave and bold. She had all the details worked out, and wasn't afraid of anything. She had resigned herself to accept every pro and con of the situation. My baby girl was ready to lose her virginity to me. No matter how much it hurt. She slowly and methodically straddled my thighs. Her gaze dropped to my cock. It wasn't fully erect. She reached down tentatively, gently sliding her flat hand over the length before splaying her fingers around the shaft. She looked into my eyes. That innocent, sweet look, just the hint of a grin. That look was enough. I began to stiffen in her grip. Her grin grew a bit as she felt it. She started to slowly stroke me, watching me harden. "I think it's ready, daddy." She smiled up at me. I wouldn't ask her to suck me this time. That would have to wait. But at that moment, with those eyes, I would've came in her mouth in a matter of seconds. She rose up on her knees, barely able to fully straighten due to the breadth of my frame and her slim build. She managed to scoot forward, grazing my hard cock as her pussy passed over it. I groaned under my breath as I felt the wet warmth. She looked down, arching her back out a bit. Her hand gripped my cock from the front briefly, and as if she'd seen it before, she let go to reach around from behind. She lifted my cock, having to attempt to raise herself higher. She toyed with me, rubbing the head of my cock along her wet slit. It was so hot, dripping wet. The sensation was enough to send me over the edge. Luckily, she stopped in time, leaving the head of my cock nestled snugly at her entrance. She put her fingers flat against the top of her slit, pulling up on it a bit as if to adjust the angle of entry. She was bent, staring at where the head of my cock was disappearing between her puffy little lips. She had this inquisitive look on her face, like she was wondering if she was doing it right. I was frozen again. Even when she teased herself with my cock, how incredible it felt, this moment was surpassing everything we had done. We were at the final breaking point. I almost had tears in my eyes. It wasn't a bad thing. I wasn't feeling horrible for molesting my daughter. I just felt so much love and adoration for that little girl at that point, I nearly cried. She looked at me, that same look of determination. She tightened her lips, closed her eyes, and dropped. I jerked up to a seated position, my arms went around her. I kissed her temple. Her hand remained just at the top of her mound, the other went around my back. I could feel her shaking, quivering in my arms. She had only managed to impale herself on about an inch and a half of my cock. It felt amazing, but I was more concerned with her pain. Or her thoughts, if she was ok with what had just happened. I felt her tiny, too-tight, but extremely wet pussy gripping the head of my cock like a vice. She was still shaking. I put one of my hands on the back of her head, holding us cheek to cheek. She whispered. "it's ok, daddy" It was almost too quiet to hear. I relaxed my arms a bit, her head moved back. She then rested her forehead to mine. "it really hurts, daddy" "I know, baby. I'm so sorry." "don't apologize... i love you, daddy" "I love you too, sweetheart." I heard her take in a deep breath, then plant a soft kiss on my lips, her forehead still rested against mine. She seemed to push her head forward, her hand slipping out from between us to reach around my neck. She dropped down again. It was so tight, I couldn't tell if the first bit had broken her hymen, but I was certain, this time did the trick. She let out a sort of whimepered grunt. "Hnngh!" Then back to the whisper. "daddy..." She was only about half way onto my cock. I could've let loose and had an orgasm at any moment. But my mind was focused intently on her welfare. Still shaking, even harder now. I could feel her slightly cold toes bouncing against the sides of my legs as she shook. "You'll have to do the rest daddy... I can't..." "Baby... We don't have to go any further. I don't want to hurt you." "You're not all the way in. And it's a good kind of hurt. It's already feeling better. I just... it's too tight. I can't go down anymore unless you push." I kissed her lips. Giving her a positive acknowledgement. I moved my hands down to her hips, gently gripping them. Her youth came screaming back again. I could fully grip her hips well into her back and stomach. If I lifted my hands a bit, I could nearly squeeze her enough for my fingers to touch. I pushed down so slowly. She inhaled sharply, her head falling to my shoulder. Letting out a breathless compilation of vowels. Another inch and I found myself bottomed out inside her. Maybe five of my eight and a half inches. I would've been satisfied with one. "You're in control, baby. You can handle it from here. I'll help you." "ok daddy" That whisper that could end the world. She lifted her hips. So slowly rising off of me. She was jerking more than shaking now. And there were tears in my eyes. It was done. We were actually making love now. I was making love to my daughter. When she reached her limit of lifting, she slowly allowed herself to slide back down. Still so tight, still shaking, but still wet enough to continue. I could feel the bit of extra moisture that was the blood of her virginity. I'm sure she realized it as well, but she continued. She lifted up again. I slowly laid back against the pillows, letting her take control. I held her hips. She lowered again, a little faster. I slowed her as she rested on the head of my cock again. She rose a bit faster. "Unnh" I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. She dropped down harder. This time I wasn't ready. She landed hard. Her body jerked violently. "Nyuh! oh my god..." I lifted her up a bit, but then caught the grin taking shape on her lips. "Are you ok, baby?" "Yes, daddy. It feels much better now." She raised up and slammed back down. I was caught off guard. It took every bit of my fortitude to hold back my orgasm. She moaned under her breath. She wqas enjoying that pain of landing hard on my cock. My throbbing head slamming into her cervix. And myself... I couldn't think of the last time it felt so good. It had never felt so good. No one could ever recreate this feeling for me. It was ecstacy beyond anything I had ever imagined. She rose and fell again. Her hands dropped to my chest. Her eyes closed. She arched her back in toward my stomach. I could feel everything tighten inside her. She lifted and fell again. "Ah.. Ummmhh... daddy..." She had this high pitched tone. I'd never heard it before, but it was the sexiest thing. Then it started. She started bucking her hips fast. Sliding dangerously close to my cock popping out of her, then slamming back down. It almost felt like my cock was punching through the back wall of her pussy. She let out these long moans, just long mmm's rising and falling in tone and volume. I couldn't believe she was able to handle it. It was so tight, I was sure I would tear her. But then, it was so wet. With one hard thrust down, she sat up straight, almost tottering on my cock. "uh.. ohmygod... d--daddy... unnh... unnh... OH GOD... PLEASE... MMMNNHHH.... DADDY... UNNNHHH" Shehad another orgasm. Her pussy threatened to crush my cock, it was spasming so hard. She didn't move. That last thrust did it, and she just sat there, her whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her, her little hands absently grasping at my stomach. I just held her hips. Letting her enjoy it. When it subsided, her eyes were closed, this long mmmmmmmm coming from her mouth. "that was so perfect" She whispered to me. "You did so good, baby." "Did you have an orgasm yet, daddy?" Her voice was so sweet. She was genuinely concerned with whether or not I had finished. "Not yet, baby. But you don't have to-" She cut me off. You have to have an orgasm, daddy. Or we're not finished." She smiled, leaning down, laying against my chest. I leaned up to kiss her softly on the lips. She returned my kiss, one small hand coming to my cheek. I pulled my hips down, sliding slowly out of her. She moaned quietly. I slid back in gently. She moaned again. "Does it hurt, sweetheart?" "No, daddy. It's so good." I continued. I gripped her hips, she stayed laid on my chest. I was able to control her movements now. I held her up, moving my own hips, building up speed. I let myself get lost in the pleasure, readying myself for climax. "Oh... god! Daddy! Please don't stop..." One of her hands went around the back of my neck. She used it for leverage, and started matching my thrusts, rolling her hips to meet mine. I began to moan quietly with each stroke. She got louder. "MMMnnh... Please, daddy!!... faster!!..." I let go of all safety measures and started slamming my cock into her with abandon. The sound of me bottoming out in her young pussy was an audible thud. Her continued gushing of her young juices made it sound sloppy. I kept going. "MMmm... Baby... I'm so close. I'm gonna cum inside you, baby" I kept going. My thrusts becoming wild jerks into her. She leaned as close as she could to me, her head still closer to my chest. Then in the quietest whisper... "cum for me, daddy" One last hard thrust. I held her tight against me. One hand on her hip, the other on her lower back. My hips wanted to buck, but only pulsed upward as I exploded inside my little girl. "HMM... MMMHH... UNNHH... UNNNHH... BABY... OHMYGOD... MMMMmmmmhhh.... unnhh..." I could barely hear her moans as she came again with me. So many thick shots of cum. I could feel it pooling up around my cock as it spurted out of her pussy from around my cock. There was no room for my cum with my cock inside her. I held her tight to me, the hand on her hip joining the one on her back. I hugged her there for at least two minutes. Both of us out of breath. Our chests heaving. Both of our bodies spasming. We laid there in that embrace until our orgasms had run their course. It was the most amazing orgasm I would ever have. When we were both calmed down, and my cock had shriveled and slipped out of her, I helped her to roll off of me. I turned over, leaning over her, kissing her neck, then her lips softly. I stroked her hair as we stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours. I could stare at her for the rest of my life and be happy. We finally ended up in a more relaxed position. Her laying mostly on top of me. Her head on my chest. I continued playing with her hair. She finally broke the silence. "I love you, daddy." "I love you too, baby." "Everything is ok. That was the most perfect thing I have ever felt. It was so amazing, daddy." "It was more amazing for me, baby. I never knew it could feel so good." "Can we keep doing it, daddy? Can I sleep here with you every night? And make love to you before bed? Like I'm your wife?" I wasn't sure how to respond. The idea sounded perfect to me. "Baby... You know what that means? We could never tell anyone..." "I know, daddy. I'm not dumb. I just love you. I want this, daddy. Please?" "yes, baby" I whispered to her. Nothing more was spoken. We drifted off to sleep in each others arms. The next morning I woke alone in my bed. I was startled to realize she was gone from my bed. Immediately I began to worry that she'd been frightened and was on the phone with the police at that moment. Guns blazing. Daddy's dead. I hurried downstairs, breathing heavily, my heart racing. I turned the corner to the kitchen after not seeing my daughter on the couch. I smelled bacon. As I looked in, there she was. She had put her shorts back on, but left her top off. Just that perfect ass in those thin shorts, and her slender, smooth back on display as she stood in front of the sink. "There you are, baby... I was worried." I spoke with a shaky voice. "Worried about what, daddy?" She turned, smiling at me. "I made you breakfast." Smiling again. "Oh... and look what I can do with this banana." I then noticed she had a peeled banana in her hand. She brought it to her mouth, then leaning her head back a bit, slid the tick, pale yellow fruit into her mouth. My eyes widened. She didn't stop until the peel hit her lips, then slowly slid it out. I laughed softly. "Very nice, baby. That could come in handy..." The End 1 You might like one of the following stories: Covid19 and money troubles - Chapter 2(<10 minuten)Fictie - Oral Sex, Prostitution, Reguliere sex A continual search for income. A stallion lights my fire(<10 minuten)Fictie - Dierlijk My fascination with a stallion. 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