I followed my daughter to her bedroom in the attic. I felt a beast inside wanting to devour her young eighteen year old body. She's so babysoft, so perfect, so untouched. I've had my fantasies for years, I've masterbated a thousand times dreaming of being inside her. Cum a thousand more - in her mouth, in her sweet fresh cunt, deep inside her tight virgin ass. In my dreams we've been to fuck-heaven and back again.
In my mind she was already my sextoy - my daughter, my young sweetheart. All I could hope for was that she was as hungry to fuck in real life as in my dreams.
Her room is predictably pink and flowery, a double bed with lots of pillows and cushions. The air is sweet and fruity, like the teen musk she wears - that smell of hers that drives me wild. She has a laptop that she drags onto the bed late at night to surf the net, and a webcam in her drawer.
I'm sure she doesn't know, but I'm in her room every day - it's where I come to masterbate about her, its where all my fantasies take place with her. Her laptop is a sex aide, I've logged onto to it. She has hidden folders, with movies and pics of cocks and fucking and sucking. Her email account full of filthy correspondence.
And her diary. I shouldn't, I know, but its why I was there in her bedroom - there are so many pages dedicated to her sexual fantasies - it was how I discovered her passion for me and her passion to be fucked by Daddy - knowing she lies awake at night riding her fat dildo wishing it were my thick cock. She wrote: "When i think of my Dad's dick, all thick, filling me up with his warm meat - makes me want to be a cumslut for him. I'd do anything for him."
There's a filthy slut inside my daughter, seeking to express herself - I was sure she'd didn't realise that I knew that. I wondered, reading her mail, how many dirty old men she showed her pretty pussy to on her webcam. I've seen the naked and sexy pictures she mails to her admirers, I lay my own copies of them out on her bed when I'm in here.
I fish out her panties from the wash basket - I like to rub the gusset against my stiff shaft, knowing the soft cotton has been hugging her hot pussy all day. When I smell my daughters panties, the scent of her tender twat drives me wild - she's just as tight as I'd imagined. How I've managed to prevent myself from losing control and taking her these past years is beyond me - I've been desperate for her cunt for so long now.
"Was I okay?" she asked.
Lisa seemed very nervous again.
"Of course you were," I said.
I pulled her to me and felt my sticky dick touch her skirt and my stomach against her tiny tits. Her hands snaked up around my neck and as I stooped to kiss my daughter on the mouth for the first time, she was trembling.
Our mouths touched and her chest heaved and a delicious moan came from her as my tongue slipped inside. I licked her tongue, liked her lips and she shivered and she gently pulled me toward the bed.
Lisa looked up at me - she was so unbelievably cute - her big brown puppy eyes, her bee-stung lips. So petite, so pretty - so very young and sweet and tender. She didn't need a bra and her tummy was flat and babysoft and perfect. She stood on her tip-toes and landed a deep, desperate, wet kiss on me. As her lips and tongue retreated, her hands slid down my chest and she took my cock in both hands. She had little hands and a featherlite touch that made my cock spring to life. Lisa led me to the bed by my cock - held hold of it as she sat.
"You have such a beautiful big dick, Daddy," she said, smiled and kissed my shaft and said, "Are you going to cum in my mouth?"
"I'd really love to, sweetie, is that alright?"
"Anything you want to do to me," she said with a nervous gasp.
"Anything?"
"Anything for you," she said.
"I'll teach you everything, I promise." I said.
She smiled coyly and bit her bottom lip, then held my dick with both hands and pulled it up and down and asked, "It felt so big inside me, Daddy." Up and down. "I can still feel your cum in my pussy." Pulling down my foreskin to expose my aching head. "Mmmmm, big head." She kissed it.
"D'you like big dicks?" I asked.
"Nice and big and hard," she said. "It's all I seem to think about....mmmmm." She was loving my hard cock, loving having it in her hands. "It's so strong and beautiful.....mmmm.....I want it in me all the time. Right up deep inside me."
"You'll have to share it with Mommy...otherwise, it's all for you"
"So long as I get some, too. Was I nice and tight for you."
"So tight, sweetie, really. You've got a beautiful, tight little pussy."
"Mmmmm," she hummed, wanking me so slowly. "Do you, y'know, jack-off thinking about me?"
"Of course I do. Three, four times a day....I'm always thinking about you, always."
