My daughter, Karen, had almost passed out. She was laying on my bed breathing heavily, a stunned look and silly grin on her face, and almost unable to move at all. Chrissy, her best friend, was almost afraid of what was in store for her, next. As I crawled over to her, she laid back, half in anticipation, and half worried from my evil grin. She really needn’t have worried, though, because pleasure was all I planned to give her. Their little game had gone too far. They’d planned on giving me something to help relieve my frustrations, and had instead, they’d done just the opposite, and had almost driven me nuts with desire and confusion. It was payback time.
Chrissy was almost as beautiful as my daughter, they had grown up together, and had a lot of the same interests, just by association. Not as muscular as Karen, Chrissy was still fit, and well built. Slightly larger breasts, longer, dirty blonde hair, and a more feminine stature, completed the picture. Her stammer was almost under control under usual circumstances, but still showed up under stress, and disguised a very keen mind.
Saying she was under stress was an understatement, right now, as I crawled over her body. Her best friend was lying on the bed, in a heavily panting puddle, unable to move. I kissed and caressed her as I moved upwards, teasing her through her panties and bra as I moved up to lay with her. Her hands started to slide over my body and face as I got closer. Her eyes closed and our lips touched, her hunger exploded as she pulled me to her, and she held me like I was in a death-grip, our tongues searching each other out, our fingers exploring each other. My right leg was between her spread legs, my thigh starting to rub her crotch, which was noticeably wet, even though I had not touched her there, yet. She started to grind on my thigh, bringing her right leg up to grind against my crotch.
I started to move lower again, kissing my way down her throat and to her shoulder, then over her collar and down to her breast. Our hands met as we both moved to open the clasp of her bra. Larger than my Karen’s, Chrissy’s breasts were softer, with larger areola and nipples. Succulent, and very sensitive. Just my breath caused her nipples to harden into two delightful points that I could not resist licking and sucking. As I rolled each nipple in my teeth, her silence finally ended with a noise that sounded like it was part surprise and part relief. My hand slid over to massage her other breast, finding one of her own hands already there, pinching and tugging. I let my hand continue it’s journey, and slid it down her side, to her waist and hip. Behind her to cup and squeeze one cheek of her curvy ass, pulling her up to grind harder on my leg.
"Unhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah."
I slowly moved to suckle her other breast, and she responded with more guttural sounds of pleasure, holding her nipple to my mouth with one hand, and removing her other hand from my head to renew the pleasure on the one I’d just abandoned.
I slid my hand from under her to move it over her thigh, then upwards to her pussy. As I moved my hand between her legs, she started making noises again. Deep, happy, primitive, noises, that left no doubt that she was enjoying this. As my hand neared her crotch, I moved my leg away. The expression on her face told me she was both disappointed that my leg was gone, and that she was expecting my hand to create just as much pleasure, but my putting my hand there for her, was only so I could readjust my body and move lower on hers.
As I slid down, one of her hands moved to my head, and she started applying pressure. She knew my reason, now, and she was determined that she was going to feel my mouth on her most sensitive place. I was determined not to disappoint her, but I was also planning on teasing her mercilessly. I started to kiss her just above her neatly trimmed mound.
Slowly and deliberately, I planted kisses all around her bush. I chuckled to myself as I remembered how much she enjoyed old movies, and realized that she’d shaved her pubes into a Charlie Chaplin moustache. Doubly funny to me was that her favourite was always "The Little Tramp".
I teased her mound for a while, then, when she was pushing my head harder downwards, I moved lower. I also moved to one side, not wanting to directly touch her pussy, yet. I slowly followed the crease between her torso and her thigh, as her legs spread open a little. Then slowly down her inner thigh. Her breathing became rapid as she tried to move her leg and coax me to her place of need. I was too far for her to reach easily, but the noises she made left no doubt that she was disappointed about where my mouth was active.
Down the sensitive inner portion of her thigh... lifting her leg to trace along the back of her knee. Gently sucking and nibbling at erogenous zones that she never knew she had. Her own hand sliding between her legs to give herself some much-needed relief, but that wasn’t going to be allowed. I took her hand and held it, so she couldn’t. This was going to be my sweet punishment for weeks of torment that they’d given me.
Slowly I traced my way to her ankle. My tongue tickling the soft concaves on each side. She stretched her foot out in delight as I nibbled along the bottom of her sole to take in each toe. I lifted her other foot to continue the treatment on her other foot, slowly and calculatingly working in reverse upwards along her other leg.
She was grinding her hips against the air as I teased my way upward along her calf, nibbling her other knee, as she pushed towards me, trying to speed up my progress. I was relentless. Slowly and deliberately, I took my time. Her wants and needs, her happiness, and satisfaction, and my sweet revenge, would all take time.
She lifted and spread her legs wide, as I moved up her thigh. Her anticipation showed in her wetness and the string of "Yes, yes, yes" that she repeated as I neared her centre of passion. She kept humping her hips upwards toward me, vainly hoping I would move more quickly.
As I neared her love pot, I could smell her passion, her need and desire. I wanted to taste her sweetness as much as she wanted me to, but I was not finished with teasing her, yet. I slowly licked the sensitive crease at the juncture between her thigh and her pussy lips. Tasting her juices as they’d spread over her. It was a wonderful, tangy, sweetness. Not quite as sweet as my daughter, but just as wonderful and delicious in her own way. Chrissy was humping her hips hard to get me to touch her pussy, and I was almost there.
I slowly and gently licked the outside of her pussy lips as she gasped and wrapped her hands around my head, trying to pull me into her again. I removed her hands and held them, giving her a stern look, now that I could once again look her in the eyes. Her eyes opened wide at my glare and she settled down a bit and accepted her "punishment". My tongue slid back to her pussy lips and continued it’s work.
Little by little, I cleaned each drop off of her pussy lips, her anticipation creating more all the time. Her pussy was almost dripping, but my tongue didn’t venture between her lips, yet. Her hip movements had slowed, but she was still trying. I lifted her legs high, and went for the last drops that were not between her pussy lips, those that had dripped down to her puckered little ass.
She almost squealed in delight as my tongue rimmed her little pucker, but it wasn’t to be. I cleaned her and moved back upwards. I spread my tongue as wide and flat as I could and leisurely stroked my tongue upwards along her pussy. The scream she let out was like that of a banshee in heat. Frantically she pumped her hips to my mouth, and finally felt my tongue where she so desired it. I let her hands pull on my head this time, as she mashed her horny, wet cunt onto my mouth.
I nibbled and sucked, bit and tugged, as Chrissy humped and twisted, grinding away as my mouth and tongue explored her. I teased her engorged clit for what seemed like hours... Alternately kissing it and gently sucking it, biting and tweaking it with my teeth.
I started to push a finger into her hole when I heard a siren wail. And felt her pussy clench hard on my finger. Her whole body started to vibrate with an orgasm, the likes of which I’d only read about, or seen in porn videos. She wrapped her legs around my neck, and held onto my head like it was her whole life. Her heels dug into my spine, as her siren-wail went on and on. I bit harder on her clit, and pushed my finger deeper, and her scream went up an octave in pitch, but her need and desire for more attention didn’t seem to diminish for what seemed like hours.
It took a while for me to realize that the siren had stopped, and was replaced with a not so quiet sobbing. Chrissy was lying there crying, as I slowly pulled my finger from her. I moved upwards beside her, and wrapped my arms around her. I wasn’t her father, but I was as close as she’d ever had to one, and I was concerned about how much I might have hurt her. Karen snuggled up with us, silently. I moved one arm around my daughter and kissed her. The passion, which was returned to my kiss, left me breathless, and excited, once again.
My hand slid down my baby’s belly, and her hand led it the rest of the way to her love tunnel once again. She was still warm and wet, and she whispered "it’s time, daddy".
"Make love to me, daddy". My daughter was about to become my woman, too.
Chrissy’s sobbing had stopped, and I guessed she was asleep. I was on my back, one arm still underneath Chrissy, and Karen moving over me. Kneeling, she took my semi-erect manhood and started to rub it on her clit, wetting it with her own juices as it grew larger and firmer under her loving attention.
The head slid into her easily, but she was tight. Bit by bit, she worked it into herself. Wincing a little, then relaxing as she new sensations became enjoyable, and the pain left. I gently rubbed her clit and breasts, taking her mind off the pain as she engulfed more and more of my cock. Slow and easy was how we did it. Breaking her cherry with my finger, earlier, was probably a good thing, as the extra pain and resistance was not a worry, now, and my cock slid more easily into her with each thrust she made.
Her shaved pussy looked so tiny, and my cock looked so huge in comparison, as the two merged in mutual pleasure. "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy..." was all she could say as our hips moved closer and closer together.
