CHAPTER THREE
Naked At Last
We were still holding hands when we arrived back at the villa. The hot humid night didn't seem like it would ever cool down. Maybe it was us, maybe it was my daughter's torrid young vagina and my perma-hard cock that was giving off this heat. It was taking all my will power to stop myself tearing that sexy summer dress off her back and raping her right there on the sand. The thought of repeatedly ramming, slamming and stabbing my stiff cock balls-deep into my daughter was so potent.
I'd lost count how many times I'd had that dangerous thought in my head, but when she made my lust boil so fiercely, I confess, there have been times when I've jacked-off long and hard about forcing myself on her. Sometimes I just wanted my passion to get the better of me so I could let out this sexual beast I keep locked away. Sometimes, I want to rape my daughter. Of course, I don't want to make her feel any lasting pain or injure her, it was the total dominance of the idea that turned me on so much. I want to own her. Control her. And test her limits again and again.
I wondered what Lisa was thinking as I restrained my beast.
The closer we got to the villa, the more nervous I'd become - as nervous as she clearly was, which was understandable, Lisa being so young and fresh and inexperienced. Her un-touched cunt must have been aching, soaking, and soon all the fantasies she'd been having late at night with her dildo were about to come true. I wondered whether she fantasized about her Daddy raping her too. Her heart must have been pounding, her innocent veil falling, because soon her Daddy's skin would be against hers and his big fat cock would be inside her virgin body, his hot cum ejaculating deep within her never-been-fucked cunt.
"I guess we're here," said Lisa, as we walked from the sand onto the porch.
She turned to me and took my other hand and stepped backwards toward a wicker sofa with big soft cushions on it. Her eyes were locked onto mine. She kicked off her flip-flops and smiled.
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
Lisa nodded, licked her dry lips and glanced at the bulge in my pants. "Is that my birthday present?"
I nodded and smiled and she giggled - as her calves bumped the sofa. I stepped to her, our eyes never wavering. My bulge bumped her belly and we each gazed hungrily at one another's mouths. Dry lips, but her face was shiny from the heat, her skin almost wet, and so deliciously tanned. I drew her hand up to my groaning hard-on and spread her palm across it. Petite young women always have such petite, sweet hands. She almost gasped when my shaft pulsed and for a moment we both looked down to my stiff pants in her hand.
"Look at me, Babygirl." She obeyed, adoringly. "That's how you make Daddy feel every minute of every day...and all night, too..."
"Oh, Daddy, I've waited so long," she gushed, "why d'you make me wait so long?"
She squeezed my cock and I said, "You were too young..."
"You should have just fucked me, I would have let you..."
Those sexy, taboo words were the ultimate trigger...
My mouth fell onto hers and Lisa toppled back onto the sofa. My knee slid between her thighs and I shoved it hard into her cunt as my tongue sank into her mouth. Frantic, almost violent kissing, fuelled by the eruption of both our pent-up desires. Slow down, I kept urging myself, slow don't, but I couldn't, I just couldn't, and neither could she.
I forced my thigh up against her twat and I ground my tongue against hers. She held my mouth to hers with a hand round the back of my neck and I felt her wet snatch push back against my leg. Our rabid kisses raged on, and she started humping my thigh.
"Oh, Daddy," she gasped, coming up for air. "I've waited so long..."
We both noticed the string of spit hanging between our mouths, and as it splashed down onto her chest, I licked it off and ripped open her dress. The buttons popped and she almost snarled - then swooned when my lips pinched her nipple and my hand squeezed her tiny fresh tit.
"I fuckin' love you, Daddy..."
Her face was in rapture and her wet-with-Daddy's-spit lips were panting and hungry for more dirty tongue.
"Are you my Babygirl?" I said.
"Yes, Daddy, I'll be anything you want...anything at all, I promise..."
My mouth launched onto hers and our tongues duelled frantically. She grabbed my arm and pulled my hand from her little tit and unceremoniously forced it between my thigh and her panties. With her hand over mine, she wrapped my palm against her mound and held it there. The soft cotton was soaking wet, her virgin cunt red hot and simmering towards an orgasm.
Her kisses laboured, pausing to gasp as her body boiled. I felt her finger push down on mine against the wet cotton, and inside, her cunt split open. My finger tips threaded her sodden gusset into her dripping fuckhole, gagging it. Clearly she just needed "something" up there.
"I'm gonna fuckin' cum," she murmured, "Oh, Dad, oh, Daddy..."
"Cum for me, Babygirl," I urged, "cum for Daddy..."
I filled her moans with kissed and pressed down hard on her clit through the panties, and as I did so, her thighs crunched together like a vice against my thigh - and the hand that was holding my neck went in search of my cock. The moment she grabbed the shaft through my pants, hard and fat in her sweet hand, her clit throbbed and her head swung back against the cushions. I squeezed her cunt really hard in my fist as she tried to rip my cock right through the material of my pants.
My daughter's beautiful eyes narrowed and a straining, tortured expression struck her pretty face. She choked my dick in her fist and held my frigging finger hard against her cotton-wrapped clit. As she started to cry, her body tensed and kept tensing, kept tensing, until a tear spilled to her cheek and her orgasm exploded in one great tsunami. Her thighs almost crushed my leg and she held my arm away as she started cumming in her panties. I could feel her young cunt throbbing in waves in my palm. Her tiny perfect tits were heaving.
When she finally released my hand, I wiped the wet mascara across her cheek and I sunk down on her again, giving her a tender kiss which melted as our mouths became one. My lips slid back and forth against hers, wet and slippery from more tears and more tongue.
I love the way my daughter cries when she cums.
"It's ok, Daddy," she said, "It always makes me cry..."
Lisa wilted in my arms, the orgasm running out of her in ever decreasing waves. Her pussy started massaging my thigh, wallowing in the wet patch on my pants. She was so hot, sweating, her long hair clinging to her cheeks. She started licking my lips and gently stroking her palm along the length my deprived cock.
She was oh-so-serious looking, her eyes so wet and ravenous, as though the orgasm had set free some other darker Lisa I hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet - the first sign of the slut she hid so well in that adorable, daily disguise of innocence.
"Was that nice," she said, "making your daughter cum?"
"Like Heaven," I said.
"What else you gonna make me do?" she said, desperate to know. "You can do anything you want to me...."
"There's so many things," I said. My words made Lisa smile and she let out an adorable giggle. "Are you still a virgin?" I said, holding my breath.
