Susie is now nineteen and the sexiest little thing you would ever want to see...or touch. I am about to write about some events that happened prior to her nineteenth birthday.
The first time I touched her she was asleep. We had been out at the lake for the better part of the day. We had been swimming, playing volleyball and then we had a nice picnic that the housekeeper had packed up. I usually go by myself, but this time I thought it would be a good idea to get Susie out of the house.
She had been a very sickly child and had come to rely on me for everything. A new drug therapy helped her get her health back, but permanent side effects lingered, leaving her condition still difficult. One of those was her lack of growth. Susie stood four feet tall and a little chubby – the doctor said she wouldn't grow any taller. She resembled a ten-year-old – but she was much older.
Her stature made Susie feel like a little girl. This is probably why she would cling to me incessantly. Her condition led to a life of seclusion in our home, as Susie wasn't fond of new people, nor did she like to go out much.
Shopping for her was torture. She already didn't like new people and places, but on top of that, the clothes she could wear made her look so young. Susie would order everything on-line or I would have designers come to the house to fit her for her clothes. My financial situation afforded her the security not to have to do anything for herself.
I do not need to work, nor have I ever done so. I am one of the lucky few born into wealth. We (just Susie and I) live in a very large seven-bedroom, ten-bathroom home on the lake in Evanston, IL far removed from our neighbors and anyone who would bother Susie – or her privacy.
On this particular day, the weather was overcast and the sun made not one appearance. This was also good for Susie since she didn't like sunlight much. I had ordered a nice two-piece bathing suit for her just this occasion. It was light baby pink with just a touch of white lace around the edges. I knew as soon as I saw it, she would love it.
After sending the housekeeper away for the day, I made my way up to Susie's bedroom. I knocked on the door and let myself in, as is my custom. There, sitting at her drawing table, was my little Princess. Her long, pale, blonde hair, the texture of silk, fell down to the middle of her back.
When I stepped into the room she turned to look at me with her beautiful, sparkling blue, sapphire eyes. Her most arresting feature was those big baby blues. She had huge blue eyes, her skin so milky white and her hair so pale that when looking into her face – all you saw were those eyes – and of course her soft pink lips which were sexy with a little natural pout.
I had been feeling different in those days. Something had come upon me. I remember feeling differently around my little girl. When I looked into her face, I felt a tingle. It was definitely sexual, as I could feel the sensation from the bottom of my scrotum all the way to the tip of my cock. I rationalized this as Susie reminding me so much of her Mother – who never failed to turn me on.
Anyway, back to Susie. I convinced her to join me on our private beach for some afternoon fun. We started out with our picnic lunch and found a cool spot in the sand. We ate sandwiches and assorted salads. I drank a few ice-cold Harp and Susie gulped her Pepsi. We had eaten our fill and relaxed for a bit – only to head for the cool summer water. I know. We hadn't followed the Old Wive's tale about not swimming until 30 minutes had passed, but we decided to throw caution to the wind.
We played in the water and swam for some time, until we were breathless and in need of a break.
The sun, which had not shown its face yet, looked like it might appear soon, so I grabbed the sunscreen from our bag, not wanting my fair-skinned Susie to burn. She sat obediently on the edge of my lounger for me to slather her young little frame.
At first, the act was purely out of Fatherly concern – and tedious at best. But, that soon changed, as I worked my fingers into her firm little legs – and my fingertips started to tingle. This was the first time I noticed how soft and supple her skin felt. It didn't stop there, as my eyes wandered up to the crotch of her bikini, where the cloth had gathered in little folds around her pussy.
That one word stung me back into reality. Pussy?
I shouldn't be thinking this way about my little Princess. The use of the word 'pussy' made my thoughts recoil inside my head. I stopped rubbing the lotion onto her thighs and sent her into the boat house to get the volleyball.
God! What had just happened? I didn't know, but it scared the shit out of me.
I am normally a very proper man who uses proper speech. I only think in vulgarity when aroused. My wife and Susie's Mother, who had passed away years earlier, used to tease me that my language reminded her of a truck driver.
So now, here I was, thinking about my daughter's intimate regions as a 'pussy.' When Susie left, I managed to compose myself and something occurred to me – I had been without any sexual gratification in two years. Two years? The last time came in Russia, when I bought a prostitute during a trip for my best friend's Bachelor party. Wow! That was a blast, but that's neither here not there.
Well, that must be it. I need to get laid very soon or I will lose my mind. Being consumed with my daughter's care, I hadn't even realized that I was so horny.
Susie came running back with the volleyball tucked under one arm. The feeling had not left me. All I noticed were her perky little titties jiggling under her bikini top. She had been gone for less than a minute and here I was – again – associating vulgarities with my daughter's parts.
We played volleyball for a while, but Susie was all I could think about. I watched as her tits, ass and pussy jumped, squirmed and wiggled in front of me for the better part of an hour. I couldn't get enough. The game was interrupted, when I couldn't contain myself any longer. I had to take a break, running to the boat house, where I ran into the bathroom and jerked my stiff cock from my swimming trunks and started to pound away. I normally tease a shot out of my prick, but this time, like I hadn't since I was fifteen years old, I jerked off in such a frenzy.
I tried to think about other women I'd gotten head from, or some luscious pussy I had licked until the early morning hours, but the images of Susie's pussy one inch from my tingling fingers kept creeping back into my head like some awful LSD flashback.
Finally, so frustrated from trying to keep that image at bay I let it go. Not two seconds later, cum forced its way so forcefully through my shaft and out of my cock, that I felt I could have chipped the porcelain from the sink. It was amazing! I had never cum like that in my life – not even with Susie's Mom.
I felt the rush from the depths of my soul. It was not just my cock and balls, it was my whole body that pushed this one out – like a cannonball shot towards the hull of an enemy ship. My balls tightened so much that I felt them pulling on my stomach. My face and neck were hot – like a bonfire had exploded in front of me. Heart beating so hard, like a racehorse pumping across the finish line at the Kentucky Derby. My legs felt like they were on fire with electric sparks shooting from my cock head to my toes. Finally, my knees gave out and I slid down the wall next to the sink and dribbled cum all over the floor.
I laid there for what must have been ten minutes, trying to catch my breath and letting my heart slow to a normal pace. It wasn't long after, that I the questions began to jump into my brain.
