My Beautiful Daughter
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(This story was supposed to be my entry for the Summer Loving contest but computer problems prevented my being able to enter the story. It’s a little late but I hope you enjoy it.)
The weather forecast was for clear skies and temperatures in the nineties. In an attempt to beat the heat, I got up earlier than usual on a Sunday and finished the yard work before eleven AM.
As I entered the house, my daughter came into the kitchen. Her dark, shoulder length hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing eyeliner, mascara and pink lipstick. She had on a red tank top, a blue denim skirt and white, laced-up running shoes. A blue baseball cap, with red C on it’s front, sat atop her head. Her ponytail stuck out of the opening in the back of the hat. A brown bag hung from her shoulder.
“Going out?” I asked.
“I’m going to the mall with my girlfriend,” Kirsten told me, “you don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not,” I said, wiping the sweat from my head and shoulders with a hand towel.
“I need your credit card,” my daughter told me.
I hung the towel around my neck and sat down at the kitchen table. “Of course you do,” I said, “its upstairs, in my wallet, on the dresser.”
“I know,” Kirsten said, smiling and holding the card up between her fingers.
“You’re lucky I love you,” I told her, snapping the towel at her.
“I know I am,” Kirsten said, “I love you, too.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’ll be back around three,”
After Kirsten left, I made myself a sandwich which I ate while standing by the sink, drinking a beer.
My daughter was twelve when her mother and I got divorced. For some reason, she wanted to live with me. Her mother did not object and even though I was not crazy about the idea, I agreed to it with my fingers crossed.
Over the next six years, Kirsten and I became very close. I was with her when she got her first bra. I told her about the birds and bees. I warned her about guys who wanted only one thing from girls and I taught her some self defense moves in case she met a guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Not everything was perfect. We had a few problems but nothing that sank the ship. We could argue, even yell at each other and still remain friends. Something my ex and I could never do.
To be honest, Kirsten usually got her way. It was very difficult for me to say no to her. She would put on her pouty face and look at me with her big, brown, puppy dog eyes and I would cave. I knew what she was doing but I was powerless to stop it. She had me wrapped around her little finger and I knew it. So did she.
I finished my sandwich and beer and went upstairs to shave and shower.
Since the divorce, I dated occasionally but nothing that turned into a long term relationship. I liked women, a lot, but I was never a Don Juan or Casanova. After my ex-wife and I split up, I concerned myself with taking care of Kirsten. I was four days away from my forty first birthday and sex was still high on my list of wants and desires but I found it very difficult to make a commitment. Now that Kirsten was eighteen, out of high school and ready to start college, I hoped things would change.
As far as I was concerned, Kirsten was gorgeous. But I was bias. In reality, my dark complected daughter was more cute than beautiful. She was small, five feet, four inches tall and she weighed a little more than a hundred pounds. In high school, she had been on the gymnastics team and the cheerleading squad. Her breasts were small, but full and beşiktaş escort firm, high and straight. Her nipples were a half inch long and thick. I knew that because she never wore a bra around the house and her nipples were usually hard. Her body was narrow and flat except for a perfectly formed, heart shaped ass and sleek, muscular legs.
After my shower, as I toweled my body dry, I studied myself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I was just over six feet tall and I weighed a little more than two hundred pounds. I probably could have lost a few pounds but I was still in good shape, more muscular than fat. I had all my hair and showed just a hint of gray at the temples.
I shaved and patted on lotion then walked into my bedroom naked. After putting on a pair of khaki, cargo shorts, that I usually wore just around the house, I went downstairs and walked out of the french door in the kitchen onto the deck.
The deck was raised nine feet off the ground.. It was level with the main floor of the house with the entrance to the basement, which was even with the ground, below it. The house was on a ½ acre lot so there were no neighbors close enough to see what happened on the deck. Kirsten and I liked our privacy and we spent a lot outside.
I moved the chaise-lounge into the shade and stretched out on the thick, body length cushion. The air was warm but there was a pleasant cool breeze blowing. I didn’t mean to but I promptly fell asleep.
When I awoke, I looked at my wristwatch. It was 3:16 PM. I had been asleep for three hours. Luckily, I was still in the shade.
I became aware of a second person on the deck.. I raised my head and saw Kirsten, standing by my feet, wearing sunglasses and a white, very skimpy bikini I had never seen before. “Hi,” I said, groggily, “what are you wearing?”
“My new bikini,” Kirsten said, “Do you like it?” She turned slowly, showing off her purchase.
The top covered her breasts but just barely. The bottom covered just enough skin to keep her out of jail. The backside of the bottom was molded to her rounded ass cheeks. “Its nice,” I told her, “but I’m not sure, as your father, I want you wearing it in public.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, casually, “I’ll only wear it to and from the nude beach.” I wondered if she was joking.
“Is that you?” she asked. I realized my daughter was staring at my crotch. I had awakened from my nap with an erection and looking at my daughter’s young, gorgeous body, covered only by a tiny bikini didn’t help. I had a killer hard-on and it was bulging out against the fabric of my shorts. I grabbed the pillow from under my head and used it to cover myself.
“You don’t have to be shy,” my daughter told me, “I’ve seen guys with hard-ons before.”
“That’s what every father wants to hear his daughter say,” I told her.
“I’m sorry,” Kirsten said. “Did you think I was a virgin?”
“In reality, no,” I told her,”but everyone has a fantasy.”
“Are you mad at me?” she asked.
“Of course not,” I said. Finding out she was a virgin would have surprised me a lot more than finding out she wasn’t.
“Can I see it?” my daughter asked.
“See what?” I asked, even though I knew.
“You know,” Kirsten said, “your cock.”
Kirsten’s easy use of the word was like a punch in the gut but I tried to hide my surprise. “No,” I answered.
“Why not?” she asked.
“I’m your father,” I told her, “Why do you want to see it?”
“It looks really big,” she told me, “bigger beşiktaş eve gelen escort than the other ones I’ve seen.”
“Do you like big ones?” I asked, with a hint of sarcasm..
“Yeah, I do,” my daughter replied, apparently not noticing the tone of my voice, “a lot more than I like little ones.”
“Sorry,” I said, holding the pillow against me as I sat up and swung my feet down to the deck.
“You’d let me see your arm,” she said, moving to stand in front of me, “or your leg.”
“Showing you my arm or leg doesn’t involve me pulling my shorts down,” I told her, trying to ignore her near nakedness.
“Let me pull them down,” Kirsten said.
I knew I couldn’t talk her out of it so maybe, I thought, I could shock her out of it. “I’ll show you my cock,” I told her, tossing the pillow aside, “but first, you have to show me your tits. And your pussy.”
Without hesitation, my daughter reached up behind her back, unhooked the bikini top and let fall to the deck. Smiling at me, a small smile on her lovely face, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of the bottom and quickly, easily, pushed it down around her ankles. She stood in front of me, completely naked.
I stared at her small, perfect, naked body, her small, full, straight breasts, tipped with quarter size circle of brown, surrounding fat, little nipples, her tapered torso and flared hips, her flat stomach and bulging, shaved, pubic mound. It was all I could not to reach out and touch her smooth, dark skin. My prick was so hard it hurt. “Now you,” my daughter said.
“Not yet,” I told her, trying to make it as difficult as I could, “put one foot up here on the chaise so your legs are spread and I can see your slit.”
Kirsten placed one bare foot on the forward edge of the cushion. Her thighs were widely separated and her hairless pussy was fully exposed to me. “Like this?” she asked. Kirsten put both hands between her legs and separated the thick lips of her pussy, showing me the wet, glistening inner flesh of her slit.
I suddenly felt as if I had been cruel to her. I was overcome by desire and lust. I leaned towards her and, placing one hand on her firm, naked ass, pushed my face between her legs.
“Ooohhh, daddy,” Kirsten moaned, surprised as I pressed my lips to her slit. In the back of my mind, I knew I had crossed a line I could never un-cross but I really did not care.
Her hands gripped my head, pulling it to her crotch as I thrust my tongue into her, licking the hot, wet slit, probing her hole, sucking her clitoris, tasting her young pussy.
“Stop, daddy,” my daughter said, pushing my head away, “wait, stop, please daddy.”
I pulled my head away from her crotch and looked up at her lovely face. “Sit back,” she said ,pushing back on my shoulders, “I want to do you, too.”
I leaned back, supporting myself with straight arms. Kirsten took off her sunglasses, dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts down and off. Without speaking, my daughter took my cock in her hand and stared at it, as though inspecting it. Kneeling between my legs, Kirsten stared into my eyes and smiled as she slowly licked the underside of the shaft with the flat of her tongue. Then she closed her eyes, parted her lips and lowered her head, taking more than half my cock into the wet warmth of her mouth.
I reached out to cup the back of her head, as a wave of pleasure surged through me. “I guess you’ve done this before, too.”
“Uh-huh,” Kirsten’s head bo up and down slowly, her mouth beşiktaş grup yapan escort sucking, her tongue licking, her hand stroking my cock. She continued to stroke my cock as she lowered her head between my thighs and began sucking and licking my balls, all the time looking at me.
“You’re kind of a slut, aren’t you?” I said, watching her press her face into my crotch.
Kirsten looked up at me, smiling. “I guess I am,” my daughter said, “but I’m your slut.”
She raised her head and began licking my cock, licking it and sliding her lips up and down the sides of the shaft, covering the entire length with her saliva.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Kirsten asked, her hand moving up and down the spit covered shaft of my cock, “or should I suck you off?”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I want you to fuck me,” Kirsten said, “I want to feel your cock inside my pussy.” She took my hands in her’s and pulled me forward onto my feet. Then she knelt down on the foot chaise-lounge with her head and shoulders on the cushion and her ass up. “Fuck me doggy style,” she said.
I stepped into the sun and stood behind her, putting my hands on her hips. Kirsten reached back between her legs and gripped my cock, pulling it towards her pussy.
My mind was reeling, spinning wildly. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I also knew I was not going to stop. I was about to fuck my daughter, my young, beautiful, eager daughter.
Kirsten pushed her hips back as my cock entered her hot, wet, tight cunt. ‘Ooohhh, fuck,” she moaned. I slid into her easily and completely.
“Ooohhh, daddy,” she groaned, “you’re so deep. You’re in so fucking deep.”
I had my cock inside my daughter’s cunt, her burning hot, soaking wet, squeezing tight cunt. It was the most exciting, pleasurable, intense sensation I ever experienced.
“Fuck me, daddy,” Kirsten begged, “Please fuck me.”
I could feel the heat of the sun on my shoulders as the heat of my daughter’s pussy engulfed my cock. I began moving my hips, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Kirsten squealed, almost screamed, as I rammed the entire length of my cock in and out of her pussy, “Ooohhh, yes,” Kirsten moaned, “yesyesyesyes. FUCK ME, DADDY! MAKE ME CUM! YES, DADDY, I’M CUMMING––I’M CUMMING—OH, FUCK—I’M CUUUMMMMMING!”
I felt the muscles of her cunt tighten around my cock. She pushed back against me as I pushed my cock into her. I groaned loudly as my body stiffened and my cum poured into her.
Kirsten was on her back on the chaise-lounge, her naked body glistening with perspiration. She had her eyes closed and a pleased smile on her face as she lightly fingered her own pussy. My cum was slowly dripping out of her.
I stood, leaning against the railing of the deck. A layer of perspiration covered my body and sweat dripped off my face. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said as I grabbed my shorts and went from the heat of the deck to the air-conditioned coolness of the kitchen.
The cooled air felt great on my over heated body. I walked through the house, up the stairs and into the master bathroom.
I stood under the spray of cool water, grateful to be out of the heat on the deck. I was not sure how I felt about what had happened out on the deck. I knew that fucking my own daughter was wrong but I did not regret it. I should have felt guilt and shame but i didn’t. It was just something that happened. If that made me a bad father, so be it. Kirsten was old enough to make her own choices and decisions and God knows I couldn’t get her to change her mind about anything she wanted to do, anyway. I just hoped my daughter had enjoyed it as much as I had. Considering how happy she looked the last time I saw her I was pretty sure she did.
The door opened and my naked daughter entered the bathroom. “May I join you?”
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