Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Ohio
|Introduction: Jen & her father continue their intimacy|
“We’re kind of messy,” Jen said. “Will you wash me?’
I was strangely comfortable with the odd combination of childlike and adult interaction of our relationship.
“Of course I will sweetie,” I replied. I held her close in a hug as I sat up, holding her close to me, her feet above the floor. I set her down momentarily then position one arm behind her back and the other behind her knees. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom.
She kept one arm wrapped around me and with the other reached down to turn on the water and put the stopper in the drain. I put the topmost lid down on the toilet and sat down, with her in my lap.
Jen didn’t waste a minute and immediately pressed her lips to mine. We kissed gently as the steaming water filled the tub. I broke our kiss to turn off the water and check the temperature. It was definitely hot, but not unbearable. I stood up, still carrying my beloved daughter, and slowly lowered her into the tub.
Jen sighed as the hot water slowly covered her body. She scooted back against one end to allow me room to join her.
I slowly slid into the tub, the water rising up to my chest. Jen grabbed her louffa-sponge and body-wash then turned, resting her back against my chest. She applied a generous amount of her body-wash to the louffa, rolled the sponge between her hands until was well lathered, and then handed it off to me.
I began at her neck, below her jaw line, softly scrubbing with the soft, soapy sponge. Jen raised her arms so I could wash them. Once they were lathered she lowered them, bent, behind her, her hands resting on my head. She ran her fingers through my hair as I proceed to wash the rest of her body.
I washed her breasts in small circular motions then slowly scrubbed down her belly to her groin. I intentionally avoided touching her mound and scrubbed as far down her legs as I could reach in this position.
Jen leaned forward so I could scrub her back which I did, all the way down to her tailbone.
The water sloshed about as Jen turned around and placed her feet on either side of my head on the wall behind me. I could now reach the full length of her legs as well as having optimal positioning for proper attention to her nethers.
Jen motioned me to hand her the sponge. She returned it to me once a more than sufficient amount of wash had been applied and lathered.
I took her left foot in my hand, doing my best not to tickle as I scrubbed the bottoms of her feet and between her toes. I scrubbed from her ankle to her hip in an arcing motion, making a full circle around her leg. I made sure to only barely touch her groin before moving on to her right foot and leg.
Once both legs were sufficiently scrubbed I leaned forward and very slowly began rubbing the soft sponge over Jen’s submerged mound. The hot water of the tub had already caused the majority of the stickiness of our sex to be absorbed by the water and float away. My washing of her mound was intentionally sensual and had nearly nothing to do with cleanliness.
I could see Jen’s impatient desire as I taunted her with slow, soft caresses with the less than soapy sponge. I let the sponge go and it floated to the surface of the water. My hands were still submerged and I gingerly massaged my daughters mound beneath the warm water. I could only imagine the wonderful torture Jen was feeling as I slowly teased her lips with my hands.
I focused my fingers rubbing at the top of her lips, rubbing the small flap of flesh that concealed her clitoris. Jen grabbed the curtain as my large fingers parted the hood, and made contact with her button.
I wanted to slowly appreciate the beauty of Jen’s young womanhood. As I continued to rub her button I began to slowly trace my fingers inside her lips. Jen writhed in a combination of satisfaction and desire as my fingers teased her sensitive skin.
“Oh, god,” Jen moaned, “No one has ever tried to please me. Oh, my god. Daddy, please, please don’t stop.”
I smiled and I stopped my finger’s caresses directly over her hole. I began a slow spiraling motion with my middle finger, which slowly buried my thick appendage into her tight orifice.
Jen had let go of the curtain and grabbed the side of the tub. She braced herself against the side wall with her other hand.
I didn’t bother with the usual in-and-out sliding of the finger, attempting to replicate intercourse. The reason for inserting a finger into my daughter’s tight slit was because of the dexterity of these specific appendages. I buried my finger to the palm inside her warm, tight hole. It didn’t take much probing to find what I was looking for, my fingertip brushed lightly against the rough patch of flesh just inside her opening. Upon finding it pressed my finger hard against it and rubbed it slowly.
Water splashed in all directions as Jen felt, for the first time, stimulation intended to focus on her and bring her pleasure. The wall and tub provided no bracing for Jen’s intense writhing, her hands found their support by gripping tightly around the wrist of my probing hand.
I placed my other hand upon her flat belly, helping to control her ecstatic writhing. I positioned my probing hand and pressed my thumb against her barely protruding clitoris as I continued to stroke inside her.
Jen’s breath caught in her throat and her entire body locked up as though in a seizure. Her slit tightened and loosened in a convulsing manner around my finger. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the specific areas I was touching would become too sensitive to continue stimulation, but I wasn’t going to stop until she could no longer stand the intensity of her pleasure.
“Oh. My. God,” Jen said through gasping breaths. “That. Was. Amazing! Oh, god Daddy. I love you so much.” Jen lean forward and grabbed my head, bringing our faces together for a hard, deep kiss. Her tongue probed into my mouth, her teeth gripping my lips and tugging on them. This was not the sensual, passionate kiss we had shared before. It was as though the orgasm Jen had just experienced had given her an intense sexual hunger. It felt as though I was the prey on her hunt for gratification, it was not an unpleasant feeling.
Jen pulled the drain stop free with her toes as she pressed her wet body against mine, I could feel her heart beating wildly and she continued her intense oral aggression I felt my own heart to begin to keep pace with hers.
During our first encounter I was very passive, not wanting to manipulate or coerce this young girl into something she did not want. It was obvious now that she wanted me even more intensely now than before. I did not hesitate as I placed my hands on her round, tight buttocks and pressed her hard against me. My erect member throbbing as it was pressed between our wet bodies.
As we kissed and groped each other I wondered if this aspect of our relationship was just a temporary release for Jen. She had only opened herself up to me hours ago and we were already, it seemed, well on our way to a third sexual congress. I wanted what was best for my daughter, but part of me didn’t want this to end.
Jen’s intensity slowly lessened and our heart beats began to reach their normal intervals.
Jen pulled her mouth from mine “Daddy, can we…talk some more?” She asked.
“Of course we can honey,” I replied. I was worried that this would be it, the conversation that would end our short-lived sexual passion. Even if the last few hours were the only hours we would spend together like this, it was worth it if it was what Jen needed.
We got out and dried off, I kept my towel wrapped around myself as I walked out of the bathroom. Jen smirked and shook her head, she pulled the towel from me and tossed it over the shower curtain rod. She nodded in approval then took my hand, guiding me back to the living room.
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