Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: In the bushes outside your bedroom window.
|Introduction: Father and daughter find happiness together.|
My Daughter, My Lover
The last of my defenses had been swept away, as had my conscience and all of my inhibitions. Apparently Kimmy had never had such inhibitions; the only thing keeping her from giving herself to me right from the beginning was my own reluctance. Even that had disappeared, leaving no more barriers between us.
Neither of us wanted to get out of bed, and we didn't. She rolled over on top of me, and as I stroked her back she smothered my face and neck with kisses.
I lay there with what was probably a stupid grin on my face, just enjoying her ministrations. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. I ran my hands up and down her back in a loving caress, loving the feel of her soft skin.
After a while she ceased her barrage of kisses and lay her head down on my chest. I continued to stroke her, basking in the intimacy of her body against mine.
A few minutes later she raised her head. "I'm going to take a shower now, Daddy," she said.
"Do you want some company?" I asked with a grin.
"Of course," she replied. "I think we should take our showers together from now on. We can wash each other's backs like we did last night."
"Actually, I'd rather wash your front," I laughed.
"You can do that too."
We finally left the bed, and Kimmy took my hand and led me into the bathroom. We were both still nude, so we just turned on the water and stepped into the tub. As the warm spray cascaded over us, Kimmy wrapped her arms around me and hugged me to her. I could feel myself growing hard again, my cock pressing between her legs. This time I didn't even try to hide it.
Kimmy stepped back and took it in one of her hands. She slowly stroked it up and down, causing me to groan.
"Oh god, baby, that feels so good!" I told her, and she smiled at me. Then she reached for the soap. She squirted a little into her hands, then massaged it into my cock and balls.
"Let's get this all nice and clean for me," she said as she worked.
I stood there, loving the sensation she was giving me. Had I not recently climaxed, I would probably have gone off right there. As it was, she spent several minutes fondling me.
I reached out and slipped my hands onto her breasts and gave them the same attention she was giving me. I squeezed and rubbed and kneaded them in my hands. Kimmy really did have the most beautiful, luscious little tits in the world. Perhaps they weren't as big as a full-grown woman's, but on her body they were just right.
After a few minutes of mutual groping, she turned me around. "Now it's time to wash your back," she said. She picked up the soap again, but for some reason didn't apply any to my back. I could hear her moving around back there and wondered what was going on. A moment later it all became clear as she pressed her body up against mine.
She had lathered up the whole front of her body, and started to rub it up and down my back. I stood there in shock at the sensation, excited by the thought of what she was doing to me. She was using her own body to wash my back.
She even jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around me like a piggyback ride. I held her legs as she continued to rub up and down against my back in that erotic massage.
Unfortunately, it eventually had to end. She climbed back down off of me and turned me back around again.
"Now your turn," she said with a grin. "I want you to wash my back just like I washed yours."
I was more than happy to oblige her. I let her soap up my front, then she turned around. I leaned in and rubbed up against her, but I didn't stop there. I made sure my hard cock slid between her legs, and reached around to fondle her tits. Only then did I start rubbing up and down her back.
The slippery sensation was almost enough to bring me to another orgasm, so I couldn't keep it up for long. Kimmy obviously sensed it too, because after a few minutes she stepped forward away from me, and I was forced to reluctantly release her.
"Not yet," she grinned. "I have something special in mind for you." I couldn't wait to find out what it was.
By now the water was growing cold, so we quickly rinsed away the soap, then turned it off and stepped out of the shower. We took our times drying each other, standing nice and close so that we frequently rubbed up against each other's bodies as we worked each other over. It felt nice just to run my hands over her, even with the towel between my hands and her skin.
When we were finished, we headed back out to the bedroom. I reached for one of the dresser drawers to get some clothes, but Kimmy grabbed my hand.
"Oh no you don't," she grinned. "You're not allowed to wear clothes today."
"Yes mommy," I teased, but I didn't try to get dressed. Instead, I sat down on the bed and motioned her over to me. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me and wrapping her legs around mine. She pressed her body up against my own, and leaned in for a kiss.
I kissed her back hungrily, holding her tightly to me. My lips attacked hers, and our tongues teased each other's. Meanwhile, she wriggled on my lap, stimulating my swollen cock. She knew exactly what she was doing; this time the motion wasn't incidental, but deliberately designed to drive me into a frenzy. It was working.
After a few minutes of this, she reached down between us and guided it to her entrance. I pulled back.
"Slow down there," I told her with a smile. "Maybe you can keep going twenty-four hours a day, but I don't have that kind of energy. Let's go eat breakfast first."
"I know what I want for breakfast," she said, glancing down between us, and I suddenly realized what she meant. I nearly gasped at the thought. Would she really be willing...? Not even my previous girlfriends had done that for me.
She could see the excitement in my eyes because she gave me a seductive smile. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Daddy?"
"Oh god yes, Kimmy," I breathed.
"After breakfast then," she said. "I'm going to make you feel really really really good."
"Then let's eat!" I said enthusiastically.
"Just a second," she told me. She rocked her hips forward, and I felt my engorged member entering her. I groaned at the sensation. Kimmy wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck and held me tightly. "Now stand up and carry me out to the kitchen," she said.
I rose to my feet, and she sank even deeper onto my cock, causing me to groan in pleasure again. I took a moment to get my balance; although she was light, the unusual arrangement of weight meant I had to adjust my stance to compensate. Once I got it figured out, I left the bedroom with her riding on my cock.
I decided just to have a light breakfast this morning; for one thing, I was anxious to get it over with and get back to having fun with my daughter, and for another, I didn't want to try cooking anything in this position and risk burning her. Still carrying her, I opened the pantry and grabbed a loaf of bread and a squeeze bottle of honey, then went to the refrigerator and retrieved the butter and milk. I placed this on the table, then slipped a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster and pressed the button down.
While I waited for it to pop up, I backed Kimmy up against the wall to give myself some leverage, then began to thrust into her. She squealed with delight as I fucked her there in the kitchen.
"Ooh Daddy, it feels so good!" she exclaimed. "I want to do this with you all day."
I had just gotten into a good rhythm when the toast popped up, so reluctantly we had to stop. I took the toast out and placed it on a plate to carry over to the table. I then sat down at the table with Kimmy still in my lap.
Kimmy surprised me by releasing me and leaning back, resting her upper torso on the table. She kept her legs wrapped around me though, with my cock buried inside of her. She grabbed one of the pieces of toast and placed it on her chest.
"I'll be your plate today," she grinned, and I laughed.
"I have to warn you," I told her, "I'll probably get crumbs all over, and then I'll have to lick them up."
"That's the idea," she said.
I reached for the butter and spread it on the bread as it sat on her chest. Then I grabbed the honey and squeezed a little onto it. On impulse, I "accidentally" let some of it dribble onto her tits.
"Oops," I grinned. "I missed." Then I leaned over and stuck out my tongue.
"Ooh!" Kimmy exclaimed with excitement as I licked the honey off of her, paying particular attention to the nipple. I remained there a little longer than was really necessary to get her clean, but then, I didn't exactly hear her complaining.
After I rose up, I gazed down into her beautiful face, which was staring back at me with adoration. Sometimes I just loved to look at her like this, especially with her nude.
"Aren't you going to accidentally spill some honey on the other side?" she asked in an innocent voice. I wasn't about to argue with her, so I picked up the bottle of honey and deliberately squeezed out a healthy amount onto her other breast. Kimmy reached down and scooped some up with one of her fingers, then stuck it in her mouth. "Mmm," she smiled. "Tastes good."
I was excited beyond belief by my daughter. Sometimes she could be so shy, but right now she was a sexy little slut. She knew just what to do to turn me on, and she wasn't holding back.
I leaned down again and ran my tongue all over her perky little tit, scooping up all of the honey and teasing her like crazy. I flicked it against the nipple, which elicited an excited mewling sound from her, almost like a kitten. And that's what she was, my little sex kitten.
My tongue stimulated her over and over again, keeping her nipple hard. I leaned in further and sucked on it, causing her to gasp. She cried out as I sucked it as hard as I could, intensifying the pleasure for it. When I nibbled lightly on it, her whimpering became a wail of pleasure. Her pussy tightened around my cock, and I realized she was having another orgasm.
After a few more minutes of stimulating her with my tongue to let her calm down from her climax, I finally got around to the task of eating my breakfast. I leaned over and nibbled on the toast without lifting it from her chest, making sure to get in quite a few "incidental" licks on her body as I did so.
After finishing it, I licked up all of the crumbs, most of which had gathered in the valley between her breasts. I took a long lick up her sternum all the way to her neck to make sure I got it all.
I handed her the other piece of toast, but instead of taking it, she shook her head. "I told you, I've got something else in mind for my breakfast," she said with a sly grin. There was no doubt what she meant this time, and my cock jumped inside of her in anticipation. She giggled at the sensation.
I wasn't about to waste any more time, so I hurriedly gobbled down the other piece of toast. I drank a quick glass of milk to wash it down, then carried my daughter out to the couch and sat down on it. She climbed off of me, which was in a way disappointing, but on the other hand, the anticipation of what was about to happen more than made up for it.
"Now it's time for me to thank you properly for being such a wonderful daddy," she smiled. She knelt in front of me and gently spread my legs. "Now just relax and enjoy this," she said. She took both of her tiny hands and wrapped them around the base of my shaft.
"Oh my god!" I breathed as she leaned in and opened her mouth. She let her tongue touch the tip for just a second, and I groaned again. She smiled, obviously enjoying the reaction she was getting out of me. She touched the tip with her tongue again, with similar results.
I couldn't believe how exquisite the lightest touch there could feel. It was kind of a ticklish sensation, but intensely pleasurable. I nearly jumped every time she teased me like that.
But I wanted more, and she sensed it. She circled the head with her tongue as her hands began to move up and down on the shaft. She was an expert at this, I could tell. It was unfortunate that she had had to go through some horrible times in order to become so, but as long as she was willing to do this for me, I was more than happy to take advantage of what she had learned.
"I can taste a little bit of me on you," she said with a wink. That made sense; after all, my cock had recently been buried in her cunt. Rather than disgusting her, though, it seemed to just add to her excitement. Once again I was reminded of just how dirty my little darling could be in bed.
She let her tongue run all over the head for a few minutes, then set to work on the shaft. She licked it all up and down, covering every part of it. There was not a single spot she missed.
She even went lower, licking me all over my balls. The surprise pleasure was almost too much for me, and it was with only the strongest of willpower that I was able to keep from cumming right there. Kimmy noticed this too, and backed off for a few seconds to let me get myself under control. Then she went to work again, licking and tasting me and even sucking my balls gently into her mouth one at a time. She kept one hand stroking my dick during this time, keeping me in a high state of arousal.
Eventually she moved up again, licking her way up the shaft. She kept eye contact with me as she did so, smiling as she pleasured me. It looked like she was enjoying this, if possible, every bit as much as I was. I had told her that all I wanted to do was make her happy, but she was certainly making me happy right now!
Once she reached the head, she licked all around it a couple of times, then took it into her mouth. She started with a kiss right on the tip that ended with a slurp as the head disappeared inside.
I gasped again, my whole body tensing up. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but the intense pleasure was the next best thing. As she stared up at me with those big, beautiful eyes, it reminded me of how she had done the same thing to my fingers yesterday at breakfast. I had thought then that the sight was so erotic, but now that she was doing it to my dick, it was ten times more so!
"Mmm," she hummed with a smile as she slowly bobbed up and down on it. Every suck sent tingles through my body, pulsations of pleasure spreading outward from the center of this obscene yet beautiful act. I loved the sight of the indentations in her cheek as she sucked me off and the look of adoration in her eyes as she stared up at me. I was certain now that she loved to give me pleasure, just like I loved to do with her.
That thrilled me to know end. It meant there would be no selfishness between us; our lovemaking would be about making each other feel good. Our relationship would never be about taking, but always about giving, because we loved each other so much.
She took me in as deep as she could, and I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat. She couldn't quite take my whole cock in, but I loved the feeling anyway. She was trying her hardest to please me, and it was working.
She kept this up for a few minutes, then backed off a little. Though it had felt extremely nice, I didn't want to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. Besides, when started to tease the tip with her tongue as she sucked on just the head, I realized that this felt even better. I groaned again, clutching the cushions on the sofa tightly.
Kimmy was experimenting now, finding out just what I liked the most. I had never had a girl suck my cock before, so I hadn't realized that there could be that much variety in a blowjob. I loved the fact that she was so anxious to make it so pleasurable for me.
My hips were starting to rock forward reflexively, so she took the base of the shaft in her hands again to keep me from thrusting in too deeply. I would never have done anything like that to her on purpose, but I wasn't exactly in control of my body at this time. If anything, Kimmy had more control over me than I did.
After a few minutes of this, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. My groans had now turned into a series of gasps every time I inhaled and grunts every time I exhaled. The pressure was starting to mount, and in a moment I would find release.
"Oh god, I'm going to cum, sweetheart," I told her. She merely smiled and sucked harder.
The pleasure was too much to bear, and an instant later I erupted. Despite my previous orgasm before breakfast, this one was every bit as intense. I shot spurt after spurt of my cream into her mouth, and she swallowed it eagerly. She kept that smile on her lips the whole time, and if anything it even intensified as she tasted my cum as it fired over and over again into her mouth.
I lost track of all time; certainly it was only a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity that I continued my climax as Kimmy drank it down. Somehow she managed to take it all without spilling even a single drop.
Eventually the pleasure waned, and the jerking of my cock tapered out and finally ceased entirely. Kimmy continued to suck until my dick went limp and she was sure there was no more forthcoming. Then let it slip out of her mouth. She stood up momentarily, then slid onto my lap, lay her head against my chest, and gazed up at me fondly. I wrapped my arms around her and held her there in a warm embrace.
"Your cum tastes so good, Daddy," she said. "That's what I want for breakfast every day."
"Every day," I breathed, too exhausted to even think right now, much less give her an intelligible answer. She giggled and kissed me on the chest, then snuggled up to me. We sat there immobile for the longest time, just feeling the warmth and love of each other's naked bodies pressed together.
We made love one more time that morning, this time on her bed. She would have been up for a few more, but I had to take a break; despite not having sex in several weeks, I just couldn't keep up with her, especially with her newfound enthusiasm for sex.
We took our time, just letting it happen. This time there was no hesitation, no worries or fears, and no need to rush it. We spent over an hour just touching and rubbing and kissing each other's bodies, showing our love for one another.
Afterward, we lay together in each other's arms. I held her tightly to me, never wanting to let her go.
"So does this mean I'm your girlfriend?" asked Kimmy.
"It sure does," I smiled.
"And you won't look for another girl that you'll love more than me?"
The way she said that made me think back to our previous conversation about this same subject. Was there still that doubt in her mind? If so, that brought up a disturbing possibility.
"Kimmy," I said, "I want you to tell me the truth. How long have you wanted me to make love to you?"
"Um..." she said, blushing. "I guess, I guess in a sense, I always have. I mean, I've hoped to find my daddy for so long that I really didn't have any room in my fantasies for anyone else. Then when I finally met you, I thought you were the most handsome man in the whole world, and I knew that I would never ever love any man more than you. But then you mentioned getting a girlfriend, and I got jealous, because I was scared that you would leave me once you found someone else to love. So I thought that if I became your girlfriend, then that would never happen."
So that was it. She had seduced me in order to win me over. This little girl had done the only thing she could think of to make me love her, despite my insistence that I wanted her to stay with me.
I hugged her to me. "Kimmy, didn't I tell you that I would never abandon you?" I asked, stroking her hair.
"You said it, but I wasn't sure. You almost rejected me, remember? I want you to love me so much that you'll keep me forever."
"I do, Kimmy. You don't have to worry about that ever again. It has nothing to do with sex; you don't have to feel obligated to make love to me. I'm want you to stay with me no matter what."
"But what if--"
"There is no 'what if.' There's not a single woman in the whole world who could take your place in my heart."
"I know, Daddy," she said with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes.
"But Kimmy, now that you know that, I'm going to give you another choice, just like I gave you at the beginning. If you're at all uncomfortable with making love to your own father, we can end it right now. I'll still love you, but only as a daughter. I'll still hug you and kiss you and hold you in my arms, but that's it. And then one day you'll find a man who can give you everything else you need, and I'll give you up to him, a little sadly but still happy for you, because that's the way it's supposed to be.
"Or we can continue down this path that we've started. We'll bathe and shower together, sleep in the same bed, and give each other wonderful pleasure. I won't try to coerce you one way or another. Don't feel obligated to please me, because nothing would please me more than to know that you're happy. So I leave it up to you. What do you want?"
Kimmy wrapped her arms around my neck, leaned in, and kissed me passionately on the lips. I needed no other answer than that.
That's how I began a sexual relationship with my daughter. We continued it all summer, spending as much time in bed as out. We went out to eat at least once a week, and to any outside observers it was a father spending quality time with his daughter, but as far as we were concerned it was a date, just like between a boyfriend and girlfriend.
She never had another nightmare after that second night together. I don't know whether it was because she no longer feared sex, or if she finally knew for sure that I would never abandon her, or if it was just because she had nothing left to worry about. For whatever reason, there were no more of those episodes, for which I was glad. I still gave her plenty of "boyfriend kisses" though, every night before going to sleep, and every morning after waking up.
In September Kimmy began school, and I pulled some strings to get her into my home room class, just so that I could be near her. I was happy that she made a lot of new friends, and even happier that none of them were male. There was still a part of me that worried about the long-term consequences of an incestuous relationship with her, but there was also a part of me that would have been insanely jealous if she showed the slightest interest in boys her age.
For her part, Kimmy has managed to play her role perfectly. In public she calls me Dad, but at home I'm still Daddy. She doesn't fawn over me or flirt with me during school; in fact, she acts much more mature than some of the other girls in my classes.
I made a promise to both myself and her that I wouldn't let our relationship affect her grades, and so far it seems to be working. Of course, that doesn't stop me from rewarding her with sex for finishing her homework or getting a good score on a test, but I like to think that she would do just as well without the reward, because she's so eager to please me.
Maybe one day we'll have to deal with the reality of a girl living with her father long after most girls would have moved out of the house. For now though, we have nothing to worry about. To the outside world, we're just a single-parent household, a father and daughter who love each other like in any other family. No one knows the truth, and probably no one ever will. There are some who would call our relationship inappropriate, but we don't care. The only thing that matters is that Kimmy's fantasy has come true. She's finally found a daddy who loves her more than anything in the whole world, and that's never going to change.
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