This story is entirely fictional.
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She was beautiful. Eighteen years old and stunning with her petite little body and long brown hair, just like her mother. When she was six years old, her mom had taken off with a friend of hers (whom I was always right not to trust) and she never looked back. She never called or asked about our daughter. She was just gone. It broke my heart but I got to keep Lacy.
Twelve years later and Lacy had just graduated high school. She was smart, funny, and as I've already said, beautiful. Too beautiful. It turned me into a crazy father who always tried to intimidate her would-be boyfriends. I was always paranoid about the way she would pay so little attention to what the boys (and men) she met were trying to get from her. It was like she was either blind to it, or enjoyed the attention. I was included in that group and it was the worst. At least from my perspective it was the worst. I shouldn't look at her that way. My baby girl. It was like in just a day, I went from seeing her as a tiny baby to seeing her as a completely grown and sexual woman. I had always had a thing for younger girls and I hated myself for it but couldn't help it. I think Lacy even noticed when I checked out one of her (thankfully legal) high school friends once and she kind of called me on it.
"Dad?" she said.
"Yeah honey?" I replied without taking my eyes off of the teenager's ass in her incredibly tight but apparently very popular leggings. You could see everything and I was mesmerized.
"Why are you looking at Steph's ass?" she asked.
I tried to play it off like I was just spacing out but she knew what I was doing. After she let it go, I noticed she was biting her lower lip as she averted her eyes which I think might have been staring at my pants. Maybe I had spilled something on them or my fly was down.
A few weeks later, she came downstairs for breakfast and I almost lost it when I saw that she was just in her thong panties and a loose t-shirt with no bra. This was a first. I was not comfortable with this at all. However, the thing in my pants told me he was.
"Lacy, don't you think some pants might be useful?" I asked.
"Dad, it's the middle of July and you refuse to lower the air conditioning. If I put anything else on, I'll sweat." she replied. I stopped complaining.
She went back to what she was doing but I could swear it was like she was trying to position herself so that I could get a better view. It didn't help that I was sitting in our kitchen without pants myself and my boxers weren't doing a great job at hiding my growing erection. At one point, I was sure I caught her staring as she paused while making herself a bowl of cereal.
There was a loud noise as she dropped a spoon onto the tile floor and both of us jumped a little. Not like I was on edge or anything, right?
"Well shit" she said as she bent over to pick it up. I was about to say "Language" but I went stupid at the sight of her incredible ass in those thong panties as she clearly made sure it was pointing in my direction while she picked up the spoon. What the hell was going on? I had to get out of there quick if I was going to...
"Daddy?" she cooed as she stood back up and walked toward me instead of her cereal bowl, still holding the spoon in her hand. "Do you think I'm beautiful?"
I normally would have said "Of course, sweetheart" but she was now standing inches from me in her thin loose cut-up t-shirt and her nipples were now hard and so close to my face, a small lean in would have been enough to take one in my mouth.
It had been a while since I had been with anyone except for my own hand and even that had been a couple weeks.
Before I could answer, she saw that I was stunned and did something I'll never forget. She slowly put the spoon on the table and with both hands, gripped between the side strings of her panties and lowered them to her ankles before stepping out, leaving them on the floor. She then reached down to my boxers and put her hand through the hole in front to grab my penis, gently guiding it out through the hole. I was so stunned, I just let her do it. My heart was racing but I was simultaneously frozen. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't stop her. She just pulled my erection through the hole and even made sure my testicles followed as well. That wasn't easy but she did it all while staring directly into my eyes.
A few seconds later, she turned my chair slightly and slowly raised one leg over mine to straddle my lap but not like when she was a little girl, this was very different. She pulled her chest close to mine and with her left hand on my shoulder, she used her other hand to guide my penis to her soft, warm, and shaved vagina. I was sure I was dreaming when she lowered herself down onto me. It was like nothing I'd ever felt. Tight but soft.
She paused after a few inches and said "Daddy... Don't move." as if I were going anywhere. She squeezed her eyes closed and I felt something inside of her which let her accept the rest of my dick slowly and carefully. She was a virgin. I had just taken my daughter's virginity. In reality, she had given it to me. It was beautiful. Wrong, but beautiful. She was more mine now than she had ever been.
She raised herself a few inches, then lowered again slowly. Raised, then lowered. Up, then down. Picking up speed and never taking her eyes away from mine.
