by Saks, Krissy
“Daddy, it’s dark in here,” she said, laughing. Recovering, he pulled it upward and she lifted her arms to accommodate him. When it came off, she flopped back onto the bed, smiling, bringing her hands to the side of her breasts, pushing them together.
“Wow,” he said softly. “I’ve sure been seeing a lot of these puppies lately.”
“Why do you call my tits puppies, Daddy?”
“Umm, I don’t know. It’s just a guy thing, I guess.”
“I like it,” she said. “Puppies are warm and soft and so are these. Do you want to see for yourself?”
“Uh, that’s okay, Cammy. I think you’re a little tipsy.”
“Come on, Daddy, I want you to feel them.” She pulled his hands to her breasts before he could stop her. There he was, looking down at his half-naked daughter, his hands on her tits. It was like his fantasy had become real. He didn’t move. Part of him wanted to stay just like this, capturing the moment with his eyes. “Squeeze them, Daddy. See how nice they feel?” His fingers pressed into the soft flesh. They were so firm, so warm. Cameron moaned, bringing him back to earth. He released them, trying to conceal the lust that was building up in him.
“They’re very nice, Cammy,” he said, his tone flat, like someone had shown him a family snapshot. “Let me help you with your shoes.” He knelt between her legs, lifted her leg and unsnapped the buckle and did the same with the other leg. “Can you get your jeans off?” he asked
“I don’t think so, Daddy. Can you get me off?” She laughed out loud, rubbing her feet on his shoulders. “I mean, can you help me get off?” She laughed again. Her feet moved down to his upper arms, pulling him toward her. “I guess I am tipsy. Just help me, Daddy.”
He leaned forward and she spread her legs father to accommodate him. He put his forearms on her thighs and his hands pinched the waist button. The jeans were skin tight and her soft belly pressed against it. As he fumbled with it, his fingers rubbing into her flesh, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in farther.
“Come on, Cammy. Try to help a little. Breathe in a little bit please.” She inhaled and held her breath and he unsnapped the jeans. He felt for the zipper. Cammy exhaled, pressing out on her belly to make the zipper stick more. She knew she was being naughty, but this was so delicious! Every touch of his hand sent tingles rushing through her pussy. He slowly worked the zipper down then slid his thumbs under the waist of the jeans. Still kneeling, he pulled at the jeans but they didn’t slide down easily. “Lift up, Cammy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, dreamily. She was so excited, yet had to remain passive. She put a finger between her teeth, biting down on it to keep from moaning with pleasure. She arched her back, angling her pelvis toward him. He was momentarily mesmerized by the sight of his daughter’s crotch mere inches from his face. He tugged and worked the waistband side to side. With one firm pull, he yanked them down to her knees, taking her panties with them. There, spread before him, was his daughter’s smooth, hairless pussy. He froze, staring. Oh, my god, look at it! It’s beautiful. It’s Cammy’s pussy and it’s the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at the lips, the pale color and the smallness of it. I’m close enough to touch it, to kiss it. I could reach out with my finger and feel the softness. I can smell its warmth and dampness! Lord, if I were ever to be struck blind, do it now. If this were the last thing I ever saw with these eyes, I’d be a happy man!
Cameron was lying back and couldn’t see, but knew what had happened. She felt the cool air between her legs, felt Daddy’s warm breath. This was it. She waited, not daring to breathe.
Reluctantly, he pulled the panties up over her thighs and slid them under her butt and over her crotch. He leaned down and kissed each thigh and then each knee. He pulled the pants off the rest of the way.
“Let’s get you a top,” he said, rising. Cameron lay there, wondering if she should feel rejected. It seemed as if they were at a moment of truth, but the moment had passed. She didn’t feel bad, though. The tender kisses he placed on her legs seemed like a way of reassuring her, she felt. Well done, Daddy.
He found a tiny half-T-shirt and helped her pull it over her. It covered her breasts, but just barely. “Can you help me to the bathroom, Daddy?”
“Do you feel sick?” he asked. He put her arm around his neck and an arm around her waist and bent low, moving her toward the toilet.
“No, I just have to pee.” He placed her on the toilet seat and started to leave. “No, don’t go,” she pleaded, holding onto his hand. “I feel dizzy.” He held her hand, listening to the tinkling of the water. He’d never done that with a woman before; it felt strange. She pulled at the toilet paper roll and rubbed between her legs with a piece. “Can you wet a wash cloth, please?” He grabbed a cloth from the towel rack, doused it with water and handed it to her. “Uh, warm water, please?” He turned on the tap, wrung it and gave it to her. She ran the wash cloth between her legs and then reached behind her, making a quick run along her backside. She pulled her panties up and held out her arms to him, like a child wanting to be carried
He lifted her in his arms and walked back to her bed. “Daddy,” she whispered into his ear, “I want to sleep in your bed.”
He stopped. “What’s wrong with your bed?”
“What if I get sick in the middle of the night? What if I choked on vomit and died?”
“Cameron!” he scolded.
“It could happen Daddy and then you’ll wish you’d have let me. Please, Daddy? Everyone will laugh at me if they hear that I died like that!”
He hated to admit it, but she had a point. “Okay,” he conceded and walked down the hall to his room. He laid her down on the bed. “The bathroom’s right there if you need to throw up. Just tell me if you need help.” He bent to kiss her forehead. “I’ll be in later.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “No, Daddy, I need you to be with me! I need you to be here in case something happens!”
“Okay,” he sighed. He brushed his teeth, hoping that she’d be out by the time he finished. But she was lying on her side looking at him when he came out. She was on top of the spread, and he could see her curvy, womanly form in the dim light. He turned away from her, undid his pants and sat on the bed as he took them off. He left his T-shirt and underwear on and slid under the covers.
Cameron joined him under the covers, giggling and snuggled up beside him, her head on his chest and her arm across his stomach. “Daddy, take off your T-shirt. You never sleep with a T-shirt on.”
“I just thought it might be a good idea,” he said.
She sat up and started pulling the shirt up. “Daddy, remember that I told you I wanted you to be comfortable in your own house. That includes your bedroom.” She pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, then resumed her snuggling position. That’s better, she thought. Her hand ran over his firm, warm stomach. She bent down and kissed his belly, then nestled her head on his chest.
That quick, simple kiss and the feel of her warm body next to his was all it took for Chris’ dick to start sliding upward in his boxers. This is going to be a long night. I hope I can slip away later and beat off. I have a feeling that it’s going to be really necessary! He tried concentrating on work-related matters: schedules, routes, timecards, anything that would divert his attention.
She leaned over onto him, her warm, smooth stomach pressing on his. “In fact, if you want to sleep in the nude, that’s okay with me, Daddy.” He felt her breasts on his mid-section, the cut-off covering them but allowing them to hang freely beneath it. “Really, Daddy, I wouldn’t mind.” As she looked into his face, her fingernails moved slowly down his chest, down his belly and scratched lightly at the elastic waistband of the boxers.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Cammy,” he replied, through clenched teeth. “Now settle down and go to sleep.”
She giggled and wriggled up onto his body, her tits mashing into his chest. “Daddy, don’t be so shy. You act like
Her words were uncomfortably true. He nodded his head. She started to slip off him and he instinctively reached to steady her, holding her by the hips. Big mistake: the more contact he had with her body, the bigger the reaction from his cock. He felt it lengthening, moving upright onto his belly, heading toward his daughter’s crotch.
“Can I ask you a question, Daddy? About what happened earlier today in the office? When you get…you know, a boner…does that mean that you’re hot for the person you’re with right then, which would have been me, or does it mean that you haven’t had sex for so long that you can’t control when it happens or with whom?”
Either of the options she provided led to an uncomfortable admission. All he could say was, “I’m not sure, sweetie.”
“Well, either way, if you need help taking care of that problem….”
“Cameron, please settle down and go to sleep.” His voice sounded weary, but it wasn’t because of fatigue; his resistance was quickly wearing down.
“Daddy,” she whispered, scrunching up closer to his face. His hands moved with her as she was now nearly sitting up on his stomach. “Do you have a boner right now?” Her eyebrows raised and she smiled.
“Of course not,” he said.
“Daddy,” she chided. “I’m guessing that you do. What will you give me if I guess right?” Her hand touched his thigh and started to creep toward his cock.
“All right, I lied,” he said resignedly. “I’m sorry, Cammy, but you’re having a definite effect on me and I guess I’m way overdue for some relief.”
“I understand, Daddy,” she said. “Sometimes I get pretty horny, too. Why don’t you do what I do and just play with yourself?” Her fingernails grazed the edge of his cock, tracing upward along the length through his boxers.
“I…I never thought of that,” he lied. “I’ll have to try that.”
“Why don’t you try it now, Daddy? I would really like to see that. Please, Daddy, I don’t want you to be all frustrated. Come on, show me what you do.”
She rolled off him and pulled back the sheets, moving down on the mattress so she had a good view. “Come on, Dad. Take it out. Or do you want me to?”
As reluctant as he was about “performing” for an audience, especially an audience consisting of his eighteen-year-old daughter, everything she said made sense. He was hard, he did need relief and she was driving him crazy with lust. Maybe if he did this, it would relieve the tension that was growing between them, as well. And a part of him had to admit that the thought of his daughter wanting to see him stroke his cock while she lay next to him was very, very hot.
To hell with it! He pulled his boxers down and his cock flopped out on his stomach. He kicked the boxers off and put his hand around it, holding it straight up. Cameron’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open in awe.
“Oh, my gosh, Daddy! You’ve got a really big cock! I mean, it looks really big,” she clarified, not wanting to sound like she was an expert. She curled up under his arm, and put her hand on his chest. His free arm wrapped around her, his hand cradling her panty-clad butt. He looked up and saw her beautiful young breasts beneath the cut-off, dangling like ripe fruit within his reach. He could lean forward and kiss them, if he’d dared.
Slowly, his fist rose upward along the shaft, stopping below the head. Then down to his scrotum. Cameron watched raptly as he repeated this motion again and again. This was so cool! And so hot! This was way better than a video and also much better than the few boys she’d watched whacking in rec rooms and cars. Daddy’s cock was so much bigger and thicker. He had a porn star cock! She reached up to her breast and started fondling it, slowly, like Daddy’s slow movement with his cock.
Chris saw her rubbing her breast and leaned up to plant a kiss on it. The flesh was so smooth and cool. It was the softest thing he’d ever felt. Cameron leaned down and offered the nipple to his lips. Like a man dying of thirst, his lips circled the nipple, gently sucking and savoring the soft bud. His tongue rolled over it and she moaned. She sat up, pulled the shirt over her head and lay back in his arm, her breast against the side of his face. She smelled so tasty!
His cock was seeping a trickle of fluid from the tip. Cameron slid down a little, her hair gently sweeping along his face and chest. She wanted to get a better look. She put her head on his stomach, facing his cock. Her hand touched his thigh, caressing it with the same sensual rhythm that he was using. She sat up and pulled at the waistband of her panties, looking into her father’s eyes as she pulled them down over her legs. She laid down with her head next to his cock, her feet at his shoulders. She parted her legs and brought her hand down along her moist, shaved pussy. Her fingers stroked the length of her wet slit in counterpoint to her father’s stroking. She kissed at his thigh.
Chris watched her fingers rubbing and dipping into her pussy, and leaned toward her feet, kissing and sucking and licking them. Cameron moaned again, and rolled onto her back. She draped a leg over his stomach, spreading herself before him. Her thighs were open and inviting. Her middle finger rubbed up and down along her slit, lingering at her clit and making a light, fluttering motion there. Her leg raised and she slid her foot along his stomach and chest as she slowly frigged herself
Cameron wished that this moment could go on forever, but as good as it felt, watching Daddy’s swollen cock made her long for something more. She sat up and moved over the cock. She looked up at her father.
“Can I try it now, Daddy?”
End of Part (#3)
Ouch! He Feels So Good (#4)
Her father stopped stroking his cock, unable to bring himself to say, “Yes, Cammy, you can hold my cock,” but wanting desperately for her to do so. Cameron was adopted by her mom and dad at age two, so that fact alone made this moment with her dad a lot easier to go through with. She understood by his silence that he was agreeable to her suggestion. Cameron shifted her position so that her feet were again at the head of the bed. Her arm propped her up alongside Daddy’s thigh with her head just below his groin. She reached out toward his cock and wrapped her hand around the portion that extended beyond his fist. Half of the head peeped out above their combined grip. She squeezed the upper part of his penis and clear liquid dribbled from the end.
Her hand lightly pushed against his, and he unclenched his grip, allowing her hand to take over. She watched it closely as she loosened her grasp and it fell onto his stomach. The droplet of pre-cum tricked onto his belly. Her finger touched the end and traced the fluid to where it pooled on his belly, marveling at the creamy, slippery texture. She dabbed it on her finger and brought it to her lips, smearing it on them to better gauge the viscosity of the substance. It didn’t run down like water; it adhered. She rubbed her lips together, as she would to smooth lipstick and felt how slick they had become. Her tongue licked over her lips, finding it nearly without taste.
Is that what come tastes like? If it is, then what’s the big deal about swallowing that girls always talk about?
She lifted the penis in her hand and leaned in to lick at the droplet on his stomach. Her tongue lapped at the spot while her hand slowly stroked up and down. Her father, watching her lap like a kitten while gently jacking his cock, almost came like a geyser, but his sheer will to prolong this moment triumphed over this visual stimulation.
After lapping up the remnants of seepage, she returned to focus on his cock. She mimicked the slow, tantalizing motion that he had used, not holding it too tightly. Her hand glided up and down, just grazing the flesh. This was sweet torture for her father, who enjoyed looking at her tiny hand stroking him nearly as much as the sensation itself. One of her breasts was lying on his hip; the other was pressed against it. They were out of his reach, so he touched her thigh, running his fingers and palm along the soft underside. Stretching his arm, he was able to touch her buttocks as well. That sweet, round butt that he’d admired in shorts and panties for so long was now within his grasp. He squeezed gently on it, thinking himself to be at that moment the most fortunate man in the world.
Cameron instinctively undulated her hips, allowing him to reach more of the surface of her cheek. She grasped the cock tighter, pulling its skin tight on the upstroke and causing it to bunch up and crease with the downward motion. He groaned, so she maintained that grip as she continued, increasing her pace slightly. Her leg moved up to rest on his upper stomach, giving him a clear view of her vagina. His hand quickly moved to explore it, his fingers touching her lips, lightly at first and then adding a little pressure, her lips parting under his touch.
Cameron moaned and leaned up more to allow access. She drew her face closer to his cock and kissed the sack of flesh at the root of his cock. It was soft and yielding. Her lips placed soft kisses in different spots. She knew that this was a sensitive place for boys, so she was careful to keep the contact very gentle. Her technique received approval from her father in the form of a long moan. He kissed and licked at the foot near his chest. His fingers rubbed her lips more firmly now, finding moistness within. Still, he stayed on the surface, distributing the juices around the lips, not wanting to enter her yet. Cameron complied, content to move against the fingers without trying to push them into her.
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