Daddy, I'm made a mess.
Returning from another long day at Senior School, Alina sat on the couch with her feet up and chilling to some music. Her thoughts were drifting back to her eighteenth birthday; it seemed so long ago now. Her nineteenth was coming up in a couple of weeks, but her eighteenth felt like yesterday.
Alina wasn't sure, but somehow she knew, call it female intuition if you will, or was it just her perverted mind? It was around this time she'd noticed her dad's eyes lingering on her firm bosom and long smooth, ebony legs and tight ass. It started around her eighteenth; her young body had fully blossomed. Teen hormones had filled her body out nicely; hips and bosom had taken on the curves of a very sexy young lady. The fullness of her backside and tits now struggled to be contained in her tight clothes. Her bottom was bursting out of her shorts, ass cheeks exposed to the delight of many. Her bosom expanded so quickly that her bra could barely contain them, and her constantly aroused nipples were forever poking through the thin material of her now extremely tight t-shirts.
Her daddy took her shopping many times over the previous months, pretty much buying her anything she wanted. At first, she didn't understand what was happening. Her teen body was blossoming, extenuating every curve, and the wisps of peach fur growing fuller on her most precious parts. The tingles started begging to be touched, thinking maybe her dad had been lusting after her even back then. Her young mind could no longer control her raging hormones; every time her dad was near, her mind and pussy melted. What was happening to her? was this normal. She loved how it made her feel but was a little confused and embarrassed all the same. Months and weeks teased at her thoughts, confusing her more as she developed into the sultry minx she is today. Could things have turned out different? Was there something she could have changed as the tingles grew uncontrollably? Filling her brain with slutty desires for her father, emotions a young and innocent girl should not feel.
Alina's young mind conflicted with a growing want; no need to be touched by her daddy. She knew it was wrong, but somehow her mind found ways to justify her thoughts. She couldn't help but lay in bed at night touching her tender folds, fantasying endlessly, wishing her dad could understand her naughty needs. Cumming to her touch, not interested in her young male cohorts. Alina just wanting to feel her dad's fingers caresses her smooth skin. Sex-filled dreams consumed her sleep, and her slutty thoughts controlled her waking hours. As Alina became more obsessed, her mind was in overdrive, trying to think of ways to fulfil what her young body desired. She was still too sweet and innocent to be brash; she needed to know her dad wanted her, not the other way around. Alina knew she could easily cast a sexual spell over any guy with just a flick of her hair. A wiggle of her sexy ass or a sensual sway of her hips.
Alina's pussy aroused endlessly day after day; she found herself sneaking off to the bathroom or her bedroom, needing to relieve her slutty desires. Then in the School Lecture Hall one morning, she found herself unconsciously touching herself between her legs. So wet and horny, Alina's mind was lost in a fantasy daydream. Her mind was barely focussing when her teacher approached, stifling a gasp. Her pussy quivered delightfully between her legs, the wetness soaking her panties. As her lecturer passed her by, Alina caught the musky aroma of her teen sex. She was frozen in fright by her wicked thoughts and moments ticked by excruciatingly, time seemingly pausing. Her moistening quim throbbing, soaking her in the pleasure. The lecturer was still close; she wondered if he could smell her lust and see the perverted desire on her face? Read her taboo incestuous depraved thoughts about needing her dad to touch her as no father should?
With her class finished, Alina composed herself as best she could. Knowing she had soaked her panties enough to cause a damp spot on her short skirt and probably through to her seat. She waited for the class to empty before taking off her cardigan wrapping it around her waist, hoping to conceal her slutty secret. Quickly making her way out of her course, passing her lecturer, Alina shyly caught his eye. Did he know, did she leave her slutty wetness behind? The thoughts had her pussy tingling for more. Embarrassed and confused, she noticed a familiar wry smile on the teachers face as she left the classroom. With still two hours until her classes finished for the day, Alina made her way to the female's bathroom. Lifting her skirt to expose her soaked desire, Alina slipped a finger through her wetness, pulling her panties aside. The taboo nature of her whereabouts amplified her aroused pussy.
Slutty thoughts swirled through her head; she knew her teacher would have seen the wetness she left. Causing her to thrust a finger into her tight pussy. It was such an overwhelming experience, imagining her teacher lusting after her nubile teen body. Alina had to stifle a gasp as she quickly brought herself off. The lustful look in his eyes pushing her over the edge. Her mind was buzzing with expectation as the realisation came to her, that look! She had seen that wry look flash across her daddy's face many times in recent months. Her pussy throbbed again, quivering in need. Nipples hardening as her arousal dripped from her needy wet quim. Quickly unbuttoning her blouse, Alina captured a nipple through the thin lace of her bra, moans of pleasure escaping her lips. Caressing her tits free of the delicate fabric, squeezing harder, she felt the desire she so wanted. Wishing her dad was fondling her slutty need, feel how hard and sensitive her nipples had become. Alina's other hand found its way back to her throbbing clit, lost in the moment Alina attacked her slick cunt until she came like never before. Her legs were growing weak her whole body shivered through one of the most intense orgasms of her young life. Her mind still thinking of the wry look on her dad's face and how it made her body want more.
Alina, flustered and needing to return to class, tried to compose herself, straighten out her clothes and head back. Each step reverberated through her body, her pussy slick with pleasure teasing her mind with more desire than she could handle. Her tight panties teasing her still sensitive clit, the lace of her bra rubbed tantalising over her aroused nipples. She nearly came with each step as taboo thoughts crept through her mind.
Alina brushed past her teacher and found her seat, still slick with her wetness. She flipped her cardigan and skirt up as she sat, the coolness meeting her tender young ass. Tempering her lust just enough to focus on the lecturer, but not for long. Her soaked panties moulded to her sweet, tender pussy, sending a wave of pleasure deep into her folds. Wicked thoughts still teasing her mind, she let her legs spread a little and her skirt ride up, exposing more and more of her slutty desire. Her teacher catching a glimpse of her smooth teen legs. Stunning him as his gaze drank in her ebony thighs, this time, her teacher was the one that looked embarrassed. Averting his eyes and adjusting his crutch, her lecturer walked to the front of the class.
