I slid my fingers out of my daughter's slippery cunt, bringing each one lucky enough to have made the trip into my mouth. As I savored her tasty secretions, I knew it was no use trying to deny the incredible temptation I felt any longer.
"I need to change instruments now, Connie," I announced as I slid the speculum out of her snatch, preparing my daughter for an entirely different "tool".
Quiet as a mouse, I unzipped the fly of my pants and took my massive, throbbing member into my hands. Squirting a dab of medical grade lubricant into my palm, I readied my pulsing prick for the innocent little pussy that laid before me.
My cock pulsated with unbearable anticipation as I inched it closer and closer to my daughter's forbidden mound. Never in my life had I wanted anything so badly than the need I felt in that moment to fuck her senseless. I was done lusting after her from afar; it was time to get serious...
I allowed my boxers and pants to fall to the floor, my fully erect rod a mere millimeter away from grazing the skin of her soft, sexy lips. Just before I entered her, I warned her, "I'm going to be using my biggest instrument on you now, Connie. It might sting a bit."
That is, if she, indeed, still had her cherry.
As I eased myself into my daughter's tight teen twat, I felt her pussy engulf me like a warm, wet sheath. Connie's pussy was so snug, it fit me like a goddamn glove -- I could barely move around at first it was so fucking tight.
My daughter gave a low sigh as I gained confidence in my movement, pressing my hardness into her even deeper.
"You doing alright, baby?" I asked her.
I wasn't a monster, after all.
"Umm... I-- I think so," came her sweet reply.
I was ravenous to start fucking her hardcore. As I picked up the pace of my pumping, my daughter moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhh. That kind of hurts, Daddy."
"You're a woman now, Connie. Try to handle it."
Heh. At least I was MAKING her a woman.
Normally any hint of a whimper that came out of my daughter was enough to destroy me, but today it was only getting me even hornier. With unrestrainable lust, I thrust the remainder of my cock deep into my daughter's no-longer-virgin pussy.
Uh-oh. I had done it now -- I could tell. I'd obliterated her cherry.
"Owwwwwww," moaned Connie loudly, who began to sit up. "Daddyyyy."
"Everything's fine -- just a little longer," I told her, pushing her back down by the shoulder.
Grabbing onto my daughter's hips, I slowly slid my slick dick almost all the way out, then quickly forced it back in for another round.
Connie let out a long, low "oooohhhh", her voice sounding more satisfied now.
Hearing her take even the slightest bit of pleasure in what I was doing to her got me even harder. I was now fucking her full-force, my engorged member plowing into her naughty, narrow oven, which was drenched but also on fire. I was consumed like an animal by my primal urges, my thoughts and needs only on fucking her silly.
God, how I wanted to coat that hot, tight cunt of hers with my cum. Drown her in my seed until it poured from her pussy.
I had already taken her cherry, however; I shouldn't take her chance at a better life if I were to knock her up, too...
Feeling myself nearing the brink, I quickly yanked my rock hard meat out of Connie's scorching snatch and scrambled over to the top of the table. My daughter looked positively bewildered when, just a few seconds later, I tore away her covering and yelled:
"Suck me, Connie! Suck me just like you did Dean Perkins!"
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Lindsay's Lessons
Let me tell you about Lindsay. She's my daughter, not biologically but by law, as I adopted her just before her mother died when she was four. I've been raising her on my own ever since.
After Lindsay became my sole responsibility, I guess you can say I went a little "overboard" in sheltering my daughter from the big, bad world. I quit my job and started a home business, so I'd never have to be more than a few feet away if my baby girl needed me. In fact, I made pretty damn sure Lindsay wouldn't need anything from anyone but me... We live deep in the sticks, so I guess you can say that's how I justified it.
My daughter had little to no interaction with any men besides me from age four onward. I made sure of it. A man's got to protect his angel from all the perverts who would love nothing more than to sink their big, thick cocks into her tight little pussy, you know?
So it's really been just Lindsay and me by ourselves for the last few years. We don't have extended family, and we don't have neighbors. Thus, Lindsay's had to rely on me for all kinds of "lessons" as she's blossomed into womanhood. From picking out her first training bra to inserting her first tampon, Daddy's been there to see his little Lindsay through it.
Naturally, with no other women in my life since my wife died, more often than not it's been my daughter who's dominated my sexual fantasies. I can't seem to help it -- she shares her mother's genes, after all. With her flowing brown locks, tiny little waist and big, bouncing boobs, my wife was easily an '8'... but my daughter... well, she's a '10'. Lindsay has all of the features that made her mom a knockout... and more. I can't even have a simple conversation with her anymore without getting semi-hard.
So far, I've done my best to satisfy my wrongful desires with pocket pussies and Playboys... which get the job done, but really can't compare to the tight, warm embrace of a hot young cunt. I haven't wanted to date with Lindsay still in my house, however...
Wouldn't want her getting any ideas...
It was a week after my daughter's 18th birthday when I was in my bedroom doing what I do best. Masturbating. I was relieving some of that crazy, pent-up desire I felt for my little daughter to the latest hot porno vid on the Web. I was stroking my cock slowly at first, not wanting to rush it, but after ten minutes or so, I started going at it more rabidly. I was pumping my prick faster and harder and was getting so close to cumming when...
"Daddy?" came my daughter's small voice. She'd popped her head into my bedroom for a chat.
"What is it, sweetie?" I asked, quickly hitting the 'X' on my X-rated fun. Fortunately the back of my chair was facing her, so she couldn't see my sticky engorged cock.
"I have some dirty clothes that need to be washed -- do you think you could do them?" said Lindsay.
"I'm running out of things to wear..."
Didn't sound like a problem to me.
"Of course, baby doll," I assured her.
"You know what they say, it's important to always have clean panties in case of an emergency."
My daughter giggled and then asked innocently, "Thanks, Daddy. So... uh... what are you doing in here, anyway?"
Shit. Self-lovin' was a lesson I hadn't yet taught to little Lindsay.
"Just... uh... 'daddy things'," I explained.
"Umm... okay, Daddy," replied Lindsay, who looked and sounded confused. She left to go play with her dolls or color or whatever it is that naive 18-year-old girls do.
Fuck, that was close, I thought. Had my daughter had any suspicion of what I'd been doing?
Eh, probably not, I assured myself. She's hasn't ventured far from the nest in her 18 years... then again, she did have the Internet. Fuck... why hadn't I parental controlled that?!
By the time my daughter had left, I guess you could say I was out of the "mood" to finish myself off. I set my PC to password protect mode and pulled on a pair of jeans, then made my way down to my daughter's room to pick up her clothes. I always insisted on doing Lindsay's laundry myself, as it was one more way I could keep my little angel from growing up.
"Knock, knock," I said as I entered my daughter's room.
Like I'd been just a few moments ago, Lindsay was glued to her computer, browsing the 'Net rather intently.
"Oh... hi, Daddy," called Lindsay from over her shoulder.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" I couldn't help but ask as I began to gather her dirty garments into my arms. She appeared to have quite a few
windows open that were filled with text.
Lindsay quickly minimized all her tabs and cried, "No, Daddy! Don't look!!"
Hmm...
"You're not looking at anything bad or dangerous or illegal, are you baby girl?"
It was a father's right to monitor these things.
"I-- I don't think so," replied Lindsay, turning to give me a sweet smile.
"Alright, cupcake," I said before giving her a little kiss on the forehead.
"Just remember -- you can't believe everything you read on the Internet. The only source you can absolutely trust when it comes to knowing about things is your daddy."
"I knooowww," responded my daughter in a cutesy, child-like tone.
I decided I could trust my little girl for now... but maybe, just maybe, I'd check her history later.
I headed back to my room to grab a few of my own dirties to add to the pile, then made my way downstairs and into our basement. I threw the load on top of the dryer and began to sort through it.
A pair of Joe Boxers... Lindsay's pink footie pajamas... a lone sock... and... what's this?
My hands found their way to a pair of my daughter's angelic white panties. I'd washed her underthings hundreds of times, sure, but there was something different about them today...
They were wet. And not wet in a touched-something-that'd-been-out-in-the-rain sort of way... they were completely soaked, in what smelled like pussy juice. I brought the delicate bit of cotton up to my nose and inhaled it.
Yep, that confirmed it. It had been 14 years since I'd last smelled/tasted/delighted in a woman's secretions, but I'll be damned if I didn't know 'em when I saw 'em. I knew Lindsay's drenched panties could only mean one thing... my daughter was turning into a very dirty girl.
All sorts of obscene images began to take my mind hostage. Fuck this laundry...
I needed to fuck myself.
I quickly threw everything into the washer and started it, not bothering to sort it at all. Everything except my daughter's dirty panties, that is.
I hurriedly stuffed them into my pocket and raced to my room, perverted thoughts flooding my brain like a maniac's monsoon. Once inside, I stripped off my jeans and launched them into a corner, my cock pulsing wildly in anticipation. I then settled into the comfy confines of my desk chair, its expensive leather cool against my ass. Bringing my daughter's panties up to my face, I practically smothered myself with their scent, desperate to drink in every drop of her divine musk. I couldn't get over how damp and delightful they were.
Knowing that, just a short time ago, these panties had been in direct contact with my daughter's sweet little pussy was getting me rock-fucking-hard. One whiff was all it took to convince me that she was a REAL woman... as much as I would have liked her to remain my little girl.
Taking the damp, used cotton into my hands, I began to stroke myself with Lindsey's panties, any sense of sanity out the window and replaced with sheer lust. The soft, moist material of my baby's briefs felt and smelt like a dream. I started to wonder how my naughty little minx got her panties so dirty in the first place, which of course caused me to pound myself even harder.
I was rubbing myself raw picturing my little daughter taking my big dick into her small cunt. I don't normally cum so fucking soon, but in that moment, I couldn't help it. I creamed into my daughter's underwear so hard and so fast, it was as if I were a teenage boy. Now her panties weren't just wet, they were sopping wet, courtesy of my massive load.
After I'd recovered from the jizz of my life, I decided I should go switch the laundry over to the dryer. I left the panties I had just gotten off into on the floor and pulled on my pants, then left to tend to my chore.
When I got back, I had every intention of hiding Lindsey's cum-laden panties somewhere she couldn't find them, but it was too late. My daughter was in my room and had this weird look on her face.
"Hi, hon," I greeted her, trying my damndest to sound as normal as possible.
"Is there something you needed to see me about?"
"Yes, Daddy, there is... but.. why are my panties on your floor?" asked Lindsay, sounding a bit concerned.
Because I just got done cumming gloriously into them, I wanted to shout.
I opted for a less perverted excuse.
"Oh, those? That's nothing... I think I just dropped them when I was going back and forth doing the laundry, you know?"
"Hmm... okay... Don't forget to wash them, though, Daddy; they're reeaaallll dirty," said my daughter.
Didn't I know it!
"Not a problem, princess," I assured her.
"So... besides clean panties, what is it that you needed?"
"Oh, right! I was wondering if I could borrow your credit card, so I could... uh... buy something," said Lindsay in a tone of embarrassment.
"It isn't a bunch of shoes, is it? I hear girls these days are crazy about their shoes..."
"No, Daddy!" said my daughter with a giggle.
"It's not shoes... It is a secret, though, so I can't tell you what it is."
Since when did my innocent little girl think it was okay to start keeping secrets?
"Don't worry, Daddy... It's nothing bad or dangerous or illegal, like you said before," assured my daughter.
Alright, enough was enough. I was DEFINITELY going to check her damn search history now.
"Okay, muffin. I trust that you'll be responsible with this," I told her before handing her my card.
"I will! Thanks, Daddy!" she said with a squeal.
Lindsay gave me a quick hug before darting out of the room with my Visa. I felt her pert, perky boobies brush up against me briefly, electrifying a fire in my loins once again. I decided I'd better go sleep my heavy horniness away, lest I come after her with my cock.
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I awoke a few hours later with the biggest erection ever. So much for "sleeping it off" -- my sexy daughter had practically caused me to experience a wet dream. I decided to sneak into Lindsay's room and steal glances of her pretty, petite body... to restock my pornographic photographic memory, if you will.
I entered my daughter's bedroom and, sure enough, she was sleeping soundly. I noticed her computer was still on, however, reminding me that I needed to check just what my little girl had been up to. I made a beeline for her desk and quickly opened up her browser's history. I noticed several visits in a row coming from the same forum, so I hit those up first.
Imagine my surprise when, just a few seconds later, Lindsay's screen became flooded with all sorts of info on masturbation. My daughter, writing under the profile RandyRecluse96, had penned several posts asking what her daddy had been doing with his big, thick cock! And to further add salt into the wound, the little deviants had replied, even giving my daughter tips on how she could diddle herself!!
Clicking further through her history, my jaw dropped open in amazement once again after a 'Thank you for your order' page popped up. An order for a massive, purple vibrating dildo, that is!
Shocked beyond belief, I cast my eyes on my peaceful daughter, no longer as innocent as she looked. As I watched her breasts heave up and down in time with her breathing, I couldn't get my mind off of the giant fake dong she'd soon be jamming up her pretty little pussy.
I got out of her chair and moved over to where she slept, my fingers itching to uncover what lie underneath her little girl panties. Tossing her Disney Princess blanket to the side, I eyed my daughter's panties, a minor obstacle to the prize that lie waiting underneath.
My hand was on top of the fabric now, cupping my daughter's groin almost entirely. I could feel every nuance of her fleshy pussy lips, that's how thin the barrier of her panties was. I immediately noticed they were wet once again, signifying she'd now swapped her toys for her twat as the ultimate plaything.
I knew I shouldn't take my lusty exploration any further, but my kid's kitty was like catnip for my cock. The look, feel and smell of it was attracting my rod like a fucking magnet. Ever so carefully, I began to inch m
y daughter's panties down, the purple polka-dotted material giving way to an epic sight.
I couldn't help but gasp when I took in the sight of my baby's neatly trimmed snatch. She had just enough hair to confirm that she was, indeed, a woman, but not so much as to conceal her inner parts in any way. As I sat there staring at her beautifully balanced bush, my mouth began to water, heart began to race, and cock began to harden.
Down, down, down went my head as I slowly lowered my mug into my daughter's muff. I took a deep inhale in, my sense of smell getting absolutely ravaged by the heavenly aroma of her vagina. It was the same scent that had caused me to go completely apeshit with her panties prior, except now it was even more concentrated, stemming direct from the source. I took in another good sniff, smiling contently from the euphoria such a simple act was providing. What a perfect pussy my daughter had.
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