I imagined that I would be kneeling behind her, rubbing lotion on her beautiful shoulders, moving her beautiful hair to one side so I could see the pale, smooth skin of her neck. My hands would circle around, moving down, lower and lower. I would cover her back and waist in lotion, then move around to her front, running my hands over her firm tummy, her skin warm beneath my touch. Since she sunbathed topless, her breasts would need to be lotioned. And since I was already helping out, it would only be natural that I go ahead and run my hands up along her full, swollen breasts.
They would be a delight in my hands, and as I rubbed them, her nipples would slowly stiffen beneath my tender touch. Her heart would begin beating faster and faster, as her body became aroused, and the awareness of this crept into her conscious mind. Little electric signals of warmth and pleasure would begin streaming from her breasts, up and down her body, and begin kindling a fire between her legs. She knew how much I missed her mother, and how much I needed this. Needed her.
Charlotte would blush, but wouldn't ask me to stop. She would reach down between my legs and begin rubbing my stiff cock in her hands. By then, I would be more than ready to slide inside her pink pussy, which was on fire with lust, dripping wet and ready for her Daddy to fill her up. I'd slide inside, slowly at first, taking time to enjoy the luxurious feeling of her tight snatch, feeling and filling every nook and cranny of her sweet sex with my cock.
Her massive breasts would jiggle as she rode me, and I would grab them with my hands, holding her, feeling the stiff nipples against my palms. As she slid up and down my shaft, I would bring her breasts to my mouth and begin to suck on them. I would start gently at first, suckling like a newborn babe, but increase pressure and intensity where I would be leaving hickies on her nipples, and she would be screaming out in pleasure as I worried her tits.
I thought about what it would be like to be on top of her, inside her. I thought of how she had cried out when she brought herself to orgasm, her eyes squeezed shut, back arched into the air. It was all too easy for me to picture her like that beneath me. Except instead of her fingers or a toy, it would be my tongue, my fingers, and my cock that were bringing her to new heights of sensuous, womanly pleasure. Her breasts would bounce and jiggle with the force of our fucking as I plowed into her into the mattress, bedsprings squeaking in pitiful protest.
I could see myself bending her over the kitchen counter, her face and breasts pressed onto the cool marble countertop, thrusting into her from behind, over and over, until I spent myself inside her. I pictured us fucking in the hot tub, her hair plastered to her scalp, water pulsing and throbbing around our bodies as she moved up and down, repeatedly impaling herself on my rod. Or even fucking her in the ass, my beautiful girl sobbing in that mixture of pleasure and pain as I slid my rod up inside her sphincter, her pussy glistening wet and pouring cum from her intense orgasms.
I could almost hear her voice crying out, screams of pleasure and lust, calling out over and over... And with a jolt, I suddenly realized that she was.
"Dad?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned around, cock in hand, to see beautiful young Charlotte, my daughter, standing in the doorway staring at me. I realized that I had my rock-hard with my cock out, hands working up and down the length of my shaft as the daydream had completely filled my mind.
*
Awkward.
She was standing there in a tiny yellow sundress that showed off her magnificent breasts and wonderful cleavage. The dress only came down to the middle of her thigh, and when she moved the right way would ride up, giving a teasing glimpse of what lay above.
"Why are you in my room, Dad?"
I had totally forgotten my original reason, and stammered for a moment as I stuffed my still-stiff cock back into my pants. I reached down to pick up the mp3 player where I had dropped it on her bed, along with the pornographic magazine, when I began my erotic reverie.
"I was looking for this," I said, trying to insert a note of sternness into my voice. "You didn't leave it where you were supposed to, and I had to come looking for it. You know you're not supposed to do that."
"I'm sorry," she said, without sounding sorry at all. I would have thought that the oddness of this situation would have resulted in my cock curling up in embarrassment and crawling back between my legs, but actually quite the opposite happened. My erection continued to pulse against the front of my pants, as though trying to jump out at Charlotte as she slowly walked over to me.
"I'm sorry I didn't put it back where it belonged," she said. "But that's not why you're standing in my room touching yourself like that."
I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. She wasn't upset at all, and the way she was looking at me with her blue eyes and small pouty mouth brought my fantasies back in a sudden rush.
"It's okay, Daddy. Really, it is," she said. I could look down the front of her dress to see the cleavage that was there. "I know you're lonely. I know you miss mom. And I know how I can help you, Daddy."
Charlotte reached down with one hand and placed it against the front of my pants, feeling the hardness there. I gave a slight gasp of pleasure at the sensation as her fingers slid through my open fly and wrapped around my thickness. My daughter's fingers wrapped around my cock, feeling my hot stiff member, her fingertips sliding down to explore and tease along the top of my balls. Her palm became wet with my precum as she moved her hand up and down, still looking at me as she began to stroke my cock up and down.
"This is what boys want, isn't it?" she asked, looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes. I found myself unable to look away from her. In those eyes, in her face, I saw compassion, concern, love... And just the barest hint of lust. "This, and more. I can give it to you, if you want, Daddy."
"Charlotte, you don't... We shouldn't," I stammered. "It's not right." She simply raised an eyebrow at that.
"But we're not related by blood," she reminded me softly. "And I know how much I look like mom. That must drive you crazy. Seeing me every day, being reminded of her."
I nodded, unable to deny it. "And you're a good man," she continued, beginning to smile. Her grip on my cock began to tighten as she began increasing her pace. "That's why mom loved you. And that's why I love you."
She leaned up and kissed me, soft and chaste... It was a single quick peck, and I could sense an aching innocence desperate to be shed. "I want to make you feel good, Daddy," she said quietly, and glanced down at the pile of porn on her bed. "I want to make you feel good, but you'll have to show me what to do. I've seen those movies, but I don't know what the real thing is like."
"I've never been with anyone before," she said in a small voice, and for a moment her eyes couldn't meet mine. "I just want to know what it's like. I've seen all those movies. I can do what they're doing, too." She withdrew her hand from my pants and began to shimmy back and forth, with equal parts enthusiasm and grace. She had been a ballet dancer in her younger days, however, and still retained a good bit of coordination as she swung her hips around, lifting her hands up over her heads. She snapped her fingers to the beat of a song she only heard in her head.
"I know boys like to watch," she said, looking directly at me. "Do you, Daddy?
"Do you like to watch?"
I licked my lips, as Charlotte slowly moved her hands to her breasts, holding on to them through the front of her dress. She began moving again, but this time it was slower, more sensuous, more erotic than before. She came close to me, and as she leaned in to whisper, I could smell strawberries on her breath. "Do you like to watch your little girl dance, Daddy?"
I nodded, afraid to speak and risk breaking the spell. She danced closer and closer to me until she was rubbing her young body against mine, her lithe form pressed against me. My cock was pressed against her back, as she slowly ground up and down.
Charlotte leaned back against me, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out as she reached behind her. Her hands gripped my waist and she pulled me towards her, grinding against my erec
tion as she continued to talk dirty. Her voice quivered slightly in a mixture of fear and daring, but she pressed on, driven by something greater.
"Do you like to watch me touch myself by the pool? Do you like to watch me finger myself, and suck myself off when I'm done?
"Do you like the way your little girl's ass feels against your cock, Daddy? I think you do," she said as she backed up against me, working my bulge in between her ass cheeks. "I think you want to fuck me, don't you?"
I placed my hands on hers, covering her slim fingers with my own. Despite her bravado, I could tell she was nervous, her body trembling against mine.
"Yes, I do," I said quietly into her ear. "I want to bend my little girl over and slide my cock up her tight little snatch. I want my little girl to suck on her Daddy's dick, and swallow every last drop of cum. I want to make my little girl cum so hard that she'll be screaming and begging for mercy.
"But first," I said slowly, savoring the moment. "I want to watch you fuck yourself." I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. It wasn't nearly as messy as her room, and my king-sized bed would give us plenty of room to play.
There was a dressing mirror set in one corner, and I placed her in front of it and pulled her dress off in one smooth move. Underneath she was wearing a matching pair of light blue bra and panties. I pulled a chair over and had her sit in it, and she lay back as she spread her young, ripe body out. I instructed her to lift her hips, and I carefully pulled slid the panties off of her, and saw that there was already a damp patch on them. Her mound was already glistening with arousal.
I instructed her to take off her bra, freeing her breasts and letting them loose. She lay like a delicate flower, spread open, warm and inviting. From here, she could enjoy looking at the reflection of herself, her large breasts and her slippery little sex while she played with herself. Sitting back with her creamy white thighs spread, she hung a leg over each arm of the chair, putting her beautiful pussy in full view, a triangle of delicate pink surrounded by a triangle of downy golden curls.
I crouched down on the floor next to her, and guided her hand towards her mound, watching her face in the mirror. "I want to watch you fuck yourself," I said again. "And I want you to watch yourself, as well." As I had seen her do a dozen times before on the video, she slid a pair of fingers down between her legs and began teasing around the edge of her pussy. I kept my hand on one trembling thigh, my head next to hers. We looked at each other in the mirror, and I could hear her breathing begin to quicken next to me. As incredible as it was to watch her on camera, having my daughter doing this right next to me in living, breathing color right in front of me was a thousand times better.
The main thing I could see now that I couldn't before was her clitoris. The tiny red nub poked out from her pussy lips, emerging just above her pubic hair. It quivered as she played with herself, and I had to force myself from leaning down and giving it a kiss right then and there. Instead, I lowered my hand and began lightly running my fingers through the feather-soft fuzz, teasing around it. Charlotte shivered as the light touch of my fingers sent goosebumps up her pale, smooth belly, and the sight of her quivering quim made my cock ache. I tenderly brushed a fingertip along the top of her wet slit, her arousal as clear as my own.
The late afternoon sunlight fell atop her beautiful body from the window next to her bed, spilling golden onto her skin. Her legs trembled as Charlotte stared at herself in the mirror, watching the subtle twitches of her body as she began to play with herself. She slid a finger inside herself, and began pumping it in and out with quiet wet sounds. She was incredibly wet by now, and spread her sweetness around, dampening her hair and making her clit glisten.
"Help me, Daddy," she breathed. "Show me what to do."
One of my daughter's small hands slipped on top of mine and moved it down from her thigh, and placed it at her mound. She squeezed it tightly, fingers trembling, as I pushed it against the mound of her slit, working it just inside her soft lips. I could feel the heat of her clit against my hand, and it throbbed with desire. Teasing very slowly, I slid it upwards, between the hot folds of Charlotte's sex and towards the quivering-hard nub of her clitoris. I could feel the pounding of her heart through her entire body as I neared that sensitive spot.
"Oh..." she gasped with pleasure, and her entire body began trembling. She shifted in the chair, gasping, and her hips rose to meet my touch. Then she tightened her grip on my hand and began to rub my fingers on herself more urgently. I didn't want her to cum, not yet, so I only kept my fingers on her clitoris for a few seconds before moving down to her fingers. My daughter's legs stiffened with excitement as I slid our index fingers inside her.
Charlotte closed her eyes and began moaning as I slowly, sensuously finger-fucked her with her own hand. I had moved my other arm around her shoulders, and reached down to the other side and began playing with her tits. They were warm, the stiff nipples bullet-hard, and I rubbed and massaged them, feeling her heartbeat through her smooth flesh.
"Yes," she said. "That feels so good, rub it more, Daddy... Touch it. Press on it, pinch it!" I began rubbing the slick little knob as she asked, squeezing it between my fingertips, sending shudders of pleasure through her hips while she continued to stroke my cock, over and over.
I took in the sight of Charlotte's beautiful blonde hair quivering, eyes tightly closed. I leaned in and kissed her pretty cheek, smelling faint traces of baby powder. She turned and met my mouth with hers, her soft pink tongue sliding in to meet mine. I opened wide, her hot breath coming faster and faster. I could feel the warmth of her clit on my palm and brushed against it ever so gently, rubbing against it. The reaction was instant, and her whole body jerked as though hit by an electric current. She thrust her tongue even further into my mouth, as though she were trying to devour me.
My daughter began panting and gasping in lust, desperately trying to drive my hand inside her, faster and further. I easily resisted, and kept my pace slow and leisurely, and she writhed in torment beneath me, sobbing with unsatisfied lust as I slowly brought her to orgasm. I slid a second finger inside her, joining her single digit as I worked faster and faster. Her breasts were shaking, her pink nipples stiff and aching as we fucked her twat together.
"Oh, Daddy," she pulled away from my mouth and began kissing my cheek, working as far down towards my neck as she could. "I'm going to cum, Daddy!" She had both hands at her sex by now, and was fucking herself furiously. Her entire body was bucking and shuddering, thrusting her hips up against our fingers as she worked herself faster and faster, harder and harder.
"Hold my hand while you cum, kitten," I whispered, and she pulled one hand away from her pussy and put it in my hand, her wet fingers intertwining with mine and resting atop her heaving breast. My eyes were locked on my daughter's quivering quim, glistening with her juices. She gasped as the orgasm hit her, and the wet squirting sounds of her masturbation were soon drowned out by her howls of pleasure. Sweet nectar poured out of her pussy, spilling out onto our fingers and the chair, and she twisted my hand so hard that I was briefly worried that she might break something.
The view in the mirror was incredible, and I watched her slowly come back down from the orgasm. My daughter's pale skin was flushed pink, from her face all the way down to her toes. Her breasts slowly rose and sank, and we both looked at her as she tried to calm herself down. I kept our hands at her quim, feeling the warm sex that still oozed out from it.
"That was wonderful, Daddy," she said, turning to look up at me with her warm, rosy face and an exhilarated smile. "But I still want you inside me. I want you to fuck me."
I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before rising to my feet. The bulge of my cock in my pants was at her eye level, and she eyed it hungrily. "Of course, kitten," I said. "But we need to be on the bed for that. There you go, that's a good girl," I said as she got up from the chair and scampered over to lay on the sheets.
Her arms were at her side, as I instructed, and I cou
ld tell she was nervous, licking her lips anxiously. I took off the rest of my clothes, lay down on my side beside her, my prick wiggling stiffly. Charlotte turned and kept her eyes on it, rapt with fascination.
"Does it hurt when it's hard like that?" she asked in a too-innocent voice. She licked her lips, and I could tell she was eager to suck my cock.
"A little," I said. "But it's a good kind of hurt, like after a workout. You'll like it when it's hard like this." I sat up and leaned over her. Before I could taste her, she placed a hand on my lap. "Let me touch you first, Daddy," she said.
Her fingers were warm and wet with her juices around my rigid cock, and she gave it a bold squeeze. I could feel the pulse of my heartbeat going through my cock as she slid her small hand up onto the head of my prick, and squeezed the purple knob.
"You like that, Daddy?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes, honey, that feels wonderful. Move your hand up and down on it," I instructed. The feel of my cock in her hand seemed to fascinate her, and she slowly worked her fist up and down my length.
"You mean like this?" she asked, and I groaned in pleasure as her soft hand moved up down my shaft.
"Let me feel you again," I said. Charlotte obediently parted her legs as I moved my hand downwards and began to explore her dainty pussy with my fingertips. The pink folds of flesh were slick and soft, but I quickly found the tiny hard nubbin of her clitoris, perched at the top and throbbing with lust. Charlotte gasped as I brushed my fingertips alongside of it.
"Do you like that?" I asked as I kept my fingers nuzzling her clit. My daughter barely broke pace, instead leaning her head up and taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She was hesitant at first, and slowly worked her mouth down my shaft, feeling around the head with her tongue for a moment before pulling her mouth off.
"I like the way it tastes, Daddy," she said, before resuming the blowjob. Like with everything else, she was inexpert but enthusiastic, and I knew that with the proper training she would become an excellent cocksucker. I kept my hands at her pussy, sliding in and out. Her pace began to increase, and I felt a swelling at the base of my cock, spreading upwards into my shaft and downwards into my balls as they brushed against Charlotte's chin.
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