"Happy Father's Day. This is Part I of your present, Daddy! I love you. XXOXX. Erin." Fat, loopy, girlish handwriting scrolled across the inside of a cheap paper card laying forgotten amid crumpled, discarded gift wrap in the bottom of an empty camcorder box in the Harris family garage. After pouring over the instruction booklet and experimenting with his daughter at his elbow all Sunday afternoon, Judge Benjamin J. Harris finally managed to successfully capture video footage of a gray squirrel ravaging his wife's bird feeders for the sake of posterity before turning the camera on his teenage daughter who impishly pranced and preened around the backyard for her proud daddy.
Four days later, the cake and ice cream of Father's Day would have been a distant memory without the video. Slipping the cassette into the VCR, Ben fast forwarded through the tape, slowing down as Erin suddenly appeared on screen. Flopping down on the couch, he suddenly realized how much his daughter's breasts had filled out in recent months as he watched their resilient bounce while she playfully danced around the yard. Looking directly into the camera, Erin leaned toward the lens, pressing her arms together, causing her tits to push out and the neckline of her suntop to gape open. "I love you more than anyone, Daddy!" Erin's sunny voice declared. Ben swallowed hard as he realized the camera captured the depth of the soft, shadowy valley between his daughter's braless tits.
Rewinding the tape, he replayed the scene, noticing the way Erin's hard nipples showed through her white cotton top. Guiltily, he felt his cock twitch as he paused the tape to stare at her cleavage and nipples for an extra moment. When had his little girl become a sexy young woman? Ben pondered the question as he pressed play on the remote and watched his daughter's antics in a new light. Turning around, Erin bent over and presented her round, teenage ass to the camera. Wiggling her butt at the lens, she bent forward, spreading her legs until her hands were planted on the grass between them and her cut-off shorts pulled up to expose the bottom half of her sweet ass cheeks. Peering upside down between her knees, she called, "Watch this, Daddy!" and slid her legs into a full split.
"That's quite a talent, you have there," Ben heard his own voice laughing on the tape.
"Yeah, well, the boys seem to like it," his little girl winked.
Had Erin really said that? Was his baby flirting with her daddy? Ben re-wound the exchange and watched it again, trying to recall what exactly happened as Erin sprang to her feet on camera, her tits bouncing noticeably. Rewinding, he watched her repeatedly, absentmindedly reaching down to stroke his growing erection; thinking about his daughter showing off her sweet, cherry ass to her father.
As Erin twitched her ass at her father's camcorder again, the unmistakable sounds of a woman's pleasure slowly filtered through the erotic haze starting to fog Ben's brain. The sound was unmistakable but where was it coming from? Lifting his head off the cushy throw pillows that littered the living room divan, Ben glanced curiously toward the back of the dark house. His wife, Juliet, retired in a huff nearly three hours ago, after yet another in a long string of endless arguments about the overtime hours he spent at the courthouse and how they lead to ruined dinners. It was unlikely Jule's anger sprang from sexual frustration. It had been months since she responded to his attempts to initiate sex. Even Father's Day observances failed to snag him some pussy but given he already had a hard-on, hope reared its optimistic head. Like a dog hearing his food dish rattle, Ben was off the couch and padding his way silently down the hall following the siren's call.
Nearing the door of the bedroom he shared with his wife, Ben slowed his approach, opening his fly to fondle his cock. Sweet, feminine sounds fluctuated like the tide lapping the shore as the moans heightened in pleasure then drew back before swelling again. As Ben reached the bedroom door, the sounds faded elusively but were enough to paint powerful visions behind Ben's eyes of his wife laying on their shared bed, her thighs spread wide as she fingered herself. With the memory of his baby girl showing off her hot ass fresh in his mind, Ben drew a ragged breath of anticipation. Sliding his palm across the unlatched door causing it to swing silently on its hinges, Ben stroked his cock, a forbidden fantasy teasing the edges of his imagination.
The bedroom was filled with subdued lighting from a small lamp with a tinted glass shade that sat on the top of a bureau. Jule always left the lamp burning when she went to bed before Ben, so he could see to undress without tripping over the furniture and waking her. As the door swung wider, Ben saw the outline of his wife, laying on her side, facing the far wall. Her body was covered from toe to chin by a tan thermal blanket. Ben crept a few steps into the room and recognized the sound of his wife's slow, regular breathing as she slept.
Before the puzzlement that creased his brow could get too firm a footing, the seductive sounds rose again causing Ben's head to snap on a swivel, his eyes focusing on his daughter's bedroom door across the hall. A feeling of uncertainty strained in a tug-of-war between his head and groin as he moved with lagging steps toward the crack of light that seeped beneath the door. Pausing to close and latch his own bedroom door, Ben wavered, his cock pulsing in his hand. As the tide of pleasure began building again, there was no question but that the soft moans and murmurs were coming from his teenage daughter's bedroom.
The vivid fantasy of Jule masturbating was rapidly replaced with taboo images of his teenage daughter playing with herself. Ben was drawn to the sliver of light beneath Erin's door, like a moth fluttering toward a bonfire. His cock swelled painfully as he stroked it. Brilliant images of his daughter fucking her own cunt blinded his mind's eye, making him dizzy. Unlike her petite, French mother, Erin took after her father's Irish side. Long-legged and athletic, Erin inherited her grandmother's buxom figure and flowing auburn hair. Ben remembered how her hair glinted coppery-red in the blaze of the hot, summer sun as he videotaped her in the yard just days ago. Erin's green eyes were lustrous against her pale skin, capable of both sparkling with laughter and snapping in anger. Ben tried to imagine how those beautiful eyes would look, darkened with lust. Squeezing his cock, he heard the erotic sounds of masturbation begin to peak again behind the closed door.
"Oh, yes!" Ben could hear the ache of longing in Erin's muffled voice. "That feels so good. Put me on my knees, Daddy. Let me be your whore. I love you more than anyone, Daddy. Please fuck me. Oooohhhhhh, yes, Daddy."
Ben froze mid-stroke. His brain was on fire. His cock oozed excitement. His baby girl was masturbating while fantasizing about him. Blackness suddenly swam before his eyes, reminding Ben to breathe. Taking a halting breath, he stepped closer to the door, stroking his dick harder, forking his fingers on either side of the head and using his precum to lubricate against the friction of his knuckles. As more yearning moans reached Ben's ears, he imagined his daughter on her knees on the bed, her ass in the air as she reached between her legs to stroke her clit.
"Daddy, I need your cock," the soft, longing voice pleaded. "Please, fuck me, Daddy. I want it so bad. I need it so bad. Pleaaaassssseeee?"
Silently, Ben reached out and closed his hand over the door knob. The sexual yearning in his daughter's voice overrode common sense. Every day of the week, men came before his bench who crossed the line and fucked their kids. Now, here he stood, the Honorable Benjamin Harris, cock in hand and judgment clouded with lust as the door swung open. Before him, sprawled on her bed was the naked form of his barely legal teenage daughter. Ben could smell her arousal from where he stood in awe, listening to her sighs as she arched her back in response to three, long fingers she fucked into her pussy.
Erin's eyes were closed, lost in the fantasy she spun in her mind. Her right hand fucked her tight, wet pussy while the fingers of her left hand swirled around her clit. "Make me cum, Daddy," she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'll be your whore. I'll do anything for you. Just fuck me, please?"
Closing the door without a sound, Ben walked to the side of the bed and pressed his hand across Erin's mouth, stifling the startled shriek of surprise he knew was coming. His other hand went immediately to her cunt, covering her own fingers and pressing against her clit. Ben knew he was using Erin's body against her as he massaged her clit and watched the guilt-ridden fear of being caught masturbating to a forbidden fantasy, transform again to lust in her deep, green eyes.
Ben leaned close to Erin's face, hissing between his teeth, "Do you really want to be Daddy's naughty little whore?"
Holding her breath, Erin nodded beneath his hand, her eyes sliding momentarily shut as the pressure of Ben's fingers against her clit brought shivers throughout her body. Ben pulled his hand from her lips, allowing her to speak. "Yes, Daddy. See?" Erin pointed at the camcorder sitting on the bedside table, its red light blinking. "I was making a tape for you. It was going to be the second part of your Father's Day gift. I was going to leave it where you'd find it sort of 'by accident'."
