I knelt on the edge of the bed and laid my daughter down gently on the sheet.
My daughter was a virgin. Her name is Lisa and she'd never felt the meat of a man inside her young body, skin against skin, big and alive, choking her stubborn cunt. Never had the deepest, molten depths of her vagina been bathed in hot, loving semen. Never had she experienced Daddy's dirty violation.
I'm going to fuck my daughter bareback and ejaculate inside her tight vagina - like all Daddies dream of doing - cumming inside their own daughter. I know when I'm alone, stroking my cock, the thought of filling Lisa's young snatch with my hot load always makes my dick shoot hard and long, especially when I'm jerking off onto the gusset of her panties I've stolen from the laundry. I wondered whether all Daddies dreamt like me.
Her glowing, petite body lay in the moonlight, her holiday tan turning bronze in the pewter glow. Beads of sweat ran down her flat stomach and her nipples seemed ever-hard. I pulled her panties off her slight hips, slowly, unfolding the cotton from her un-touched mound. I almost lost my breath when I saw it - not a single whisp of hair - just a silky smooth, perfect puppy-fat mound split by a tight, pursed slit. Lower, the wet gusset peeled almost painfully from her sticky snatch, glued to her flower by her own syrupy cum.
All I could hear was the waves turning over the sand and her oh, so nervous breaths moving in time with her stomach. Her tummy went up and down, up and down, glistening and golden in the heat and the moonlight. She was torrid - her whole body glowing with lust.
I cherished the moment - as all Daddy's do - when a man takes off his daughter's panties. Slowly, dreamily, stripping her down. Such soft skin, barely a woman. She smelled like a girl, all flowers and unsophisticated teenage musk, amid the disco sweat and the sweet, sweet aphrodisiac of her cum-slick cunt.
As I rolled her sodden panties down her long hard teenage thighs, I gazed at her perfect hairless pussy trapped in her tan line. Her soft flat tummy all wet from the heat. Her a-cups trying to be b-cups. My eyes lavished every part of her tender body, swooning from her shiny throat up to her dry lips and falling once again into the oceans of her adoring eyes - which were framed by dirty streaks of mascara and her long dark hair clinging to her hot sticky face. My innocent girl and her spoiled make-up that made her look like a cheap whore. She looked so fucking gorgeous. I wanted to lick her all over, taste every little bit of her.
My daughter looked scared, terrorised and excited in equal parts about the prospect of feeling a length of cock for the first time. The anticipation of being penetrated was consuming her, her cunt clenching in expectation, her nerves rising in confusion.
"Are you scared, babygirl?" I said as I drew her panties down to her ankles.
"A little bit," she said, watching me drop her panties on the sheet.
Lisa licked her dry, nervous lips and I assured her, "It's ok to be scared."
"Not like that," she said, her eyes saddening, "I'm just scared I'll not be any good...I wanna be good, I wanna do it just the way you like..."
I kissed her knees in turn and said, "You're doing perfect..."
"Promise?" she said. "I want it to be..."
Lisa gasped when I split her knees. She leant back on her elbows and watched me spread her legs. I held her thighs apart and she started to blush and her skin started to prickle - she was showing her Daddy her treasure, her un-fucked bounty that had been coveted by every boy at school, but never surrendered.
"I've been having it waxed," explained Lisa, "You like it that way, don't you?"
"How did you know?"
As both my palms ran down the inside of her thighs, she confessed, "Sally and me checked out your porn and all the girls had a shaved pussy, so I dared Sally to come get waxed with me. Did I do right?"
"You did right, sweetheart. It's just so perfect, babygirl," I said. "So pretty..."
And it was. Skin like silk, basted with her own thick honey - like a mirror it shone in the moonlight. Her bald labia was a little puffy, from the excitement and the heat, split in-two by a dark, closed slit which opened out very slightly at the top to accommodate the hood of her engorged clit. My daughter's budding little trigger was aching, I could see in her eyes the desperation for me to touch it.
As I ran a single finger over her mound, her body tensed and she licked her dry lips - and as I ran that finger over the hood of her clit, she bit her bottom lip and watched my finger sink through her wetness and split her slit. She watched intently, my fingertip running down her slit, parting it as I slid down to her empty wet fuckhole. "Oh, Daddy," she said. My finger entered her and her thighs tensed and the walls of her vagina clenched. "Oh, babygirl," I said.
"Is that nice and tight, Daddy?"
"Very..." I said, pushing my knuckle through.
I was fingering my daughter. One middle finger, slowly, back and forth inside her dripping twat. Her thighs quivered as I pressed my other thumb down onto her clit.
"You're gonna have to teach me all the things that turn you on," said Lisa, watching me take my thumb and forefinger to her labia. As I split her cunt wide open, she said, "I wanna make your dick so hard, Daddy." Wide open, my finger still in her. Her flower bloomed, salmon pink, delicious and glistening. "I wanna be so bad," she said, her mouth opening as I kissed her pink. "You'll tell me if I do it right, won't you?" Her whole body shuddered as I licked her little clit. The tip of my tongue circled her bean-smooth cherry, then poked under its hood, flicking it from side to side. "Oh-ummm," she sang, "fuck that feels good..." I sucked her clit between my lips and the spongy, slippery walls of her vagina squeezed my finger. "Oh, yes," she mused, "right there, oh-ummm...oh, God, that feels so fuckin' good, Daddy!"
I pulled my wet face from her snatch and said, "When you were sucking my cock..." I gave her a single lap of my flat tongue all across her spread cunt, "...it turned me on when you said, 'thank you, Daddy'."
"You like that? I bet you did..."
"I like a good girl," I said, "...will you be a good girl?"
"I'll be any kind of girl you want."
"A good girl that does as Daddy says..."
"Haven't I always done as I'm told?"
"Yes, babygirl," I said, "you've always been the perfect daughter..."
I licked her clit and she said, "But this feels so bad what we're doing..."
"But so right," I countered.
"I know," she said, gasping at the tingling in her clit. "I wanna go all the way, I wanna be a very bad girl for you..."
"Just let it out," I said, blowing cold breath on her throbbing trigger, "express yourself, don't hold back." I licked her pink flower, each petal, and said, "Show me..."
I couldn't feel my daughter's hymen, which only meant she'd been fucking herself. There's been many a night I've heard the faint porn soundtrack coming from her room, and I'd found her dildo when sniffing her panty drawer. Part of me wished she hadn't, so I could have broken it with my cock. Better that she had - it saved her deflowering from being bloody or hurting her too much. She was so tight there was no way it wasn't going to hurt some, and the nervousness in her expression was surely a reflection of her own concern about how much it was going to hurt.
