Chapter 1: First Encounter

 

The first time any part of my body ever came in contact with my daughter, Kayla, sexually, was when she was thirteen.

I was sitting on our comfortably carpeted living room floor around seven o'clock, three hours after I got home from work. Kay's mom left us just five months prior, and the pain was still cycling through me like a super-heated drill-bit. So, at this time, I was looking through old photos in an album. One was the album that we would show to friends and family. The other one...well, that was our largely sized collection of explicit pictures that we spent years taking together. There were all sorts of pics: pussy insertions of my eight-and-a-half-inch long, six inch round cock--various toys such as vibrators, dildos, bottles...even baseball bats; there were also a lot of pictures of my ex--her name's Sasha--in different positions, with her large mouth filled with my dick, or stuffed with another girl's creamy cunt (I might as well say it--she left me for another woman, which was basically my fault); and pretty much anything else sexually that one straight horny guy, and one horny, bi-woman would ever love to do together.

As I neared the end, I noticed a couple of photos missing.

I knew the ex hadn't taken them (she said she didn't want a single thing to remember me by), and I know I always take good care of them. So what happened to the four missing pictures from the last page? I asked my confused mind.

I was desperately trying to think which ones they were--as well as potential suspects--when Kayla walked in.

I had to close the binder and quickly place it over my lap, as my cock was still stiff from looking at the pics that were there.

"Hi, Daddy," she said, with a gentle smile. That turned to a look of curiosity; then, as she saw what I was holding on my lap, terror struck her face. She tried to shield it from me, but I saw right through it like it was nothing more than gossamer.

I knew then where the pictures went.

Never before had I thought about Kayla in a sexual manner. (Maybe the occasional glance here and there--but you show me one father that has a hot, beautiful daughter that never, ever looked, and I'll show you either a gay man...or an alien.) But, just then, knowing that my little girl had stolen pictures of her dad and mom fucking or sucking or whatever we were doing in the missing photos, combined with her sweet, sexy, innocent beauty, my cock stayed titanium-strong as I watched her slowly walk over.

Kayla inherited her mother's long, slim, curvy (yes--curvy--even though she was only thirteen, with the proper make-up and clothes, she could apss for at least seventeen) legs, and almost-to-the-ass straight, blonde hair. Her eyes shimmered like two precious aquamarine stones. She recently--about two months after her mother left--started showing more and more skin around the house. What she had on now was one of my old heavy metal t-shirts that came just about an inch below her tight, little ass and cunt. Of course she had had panties on, I assumed. I didn't think she would have gone that far...yet, anyway.

She was standing next to me on my right, and I turned to get a minute glimpse of her panty-shrouded pussy. I absentmindedly licked my top lip as I saw the very bottom of the sheer white cotton. It wasn't too much to see, but you had to take what you could get. My eyes zipped back up to meet hers so I wouldn't get caught.

"Hi, Kay. Dressed for bed a little early, huh, baby?" I was pressing the album into my erection, trying to force the bastard back down into hybernation.

Her eyes swiftly went to the album again, and the worried facade returned. "Whatcha doin', Daddy? What's that?" she pointed to the album. She knew damn well what the fuck it was, but I played along.

"It's the collection of photographs from the wedding and stuff--things like that. I was missin' your mom, and I thought I'd reminisce a bit." Cock, please go down! Cock, please go down! I chanted over and over like a mantra or cadence in my beginning-to-get-dirty mind.

She grinned. "Uh-huh." Kayla sauntered over and sat down--Indian-style yet!--right in front of me, her hands across her fairish breasts. It took every single one of the hundreds of muscles and tendons in my face to keep my eyes from gazing downward. I knew if I did, I would see the panties, and, therefore, the lump of daughter-pussy tucked under them. I just wanted her to go to bed so I could run to my room, and rub a hard one off.

But she wanted to talk, of course.

"Daddy," she said in a stern tone, "forget about Mom, already! She left us , remember? If you don't mind me saying so, I think she's nothin' but a filty whore!"

"Kayla!"

"Daddy. What I'm trying to say is is that you don't need her in your life--I sure's hell don't! I can be the only female in your life from now on." Her voice was softer on the last sentence.

She didn't understand that I had needs that she couldn't take care of, but that was the innocence again.

The serious talk worked on my pulsing cock; he was now deflated, resting warmly against my inner-thigh. But I knew if I shifted my face down, he'd be back with a pre-cum-dripping vengeance. For added insurance and to test myself, to see if I could hold him down whenever I wanted, I got up halfway and leaned toward Kayla. As my outstretched arm--with binder in hand--got closer to the shelf, so did my lower body; my crotch was mere inches away from my daughter's face. The boxers I was wearing were of thin material, and I thought I heard her inhale deeply. I know I felt the exhale directly on my soft prick. Oh shit oh shit oh shit!

I slid the binder back into its place next to the TV and sat back down so fast, I nearly fell over backwards. This elicited a giggle from my cute daughter.

My daughter just sniffed at my cock! What the hell was happening here?

I leaned forward this time, using my baggy shirt to cover up my prick until it went back down. But that wasn't--as they say--in the cards.

Since I was leaning towards Kayla, I finally saw what she had downstairs, so to speak. The outer edges of her pussy were bulging and bald; her lips were thick and extremely long, light pink with a deeper shade lining the edges. I saw her muffin because her white cotton panties were actually engulfed by her virgin-tight cunt--like she had a thong on reversed.

I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. Oh, I knew that I was witness to the most magnificient, amazingly beautiful pussy that ahd ever been created, but it was attached to my daughter. And that was off-limits, I told myself.

I stared back in her eyes, and she must have saw something in my glazed-over look.

"What's wrong, Daddy? Are you okay?" The genuine innocence and concern in her tone wasn't helping me feel any better at-friggin-all!

"Yuh-Yeah,"I stammered.

"I know how to cheer you you up!" She smiled and reached across to me; her little hands found my ribs, and she tickled the hell outta me!

I started laughing really hard, forcefully almost, to try and get the image of Kayla-cunt out of my mind. And, of course, to get my incestuous cock back down.

Following her lead--if I didn't, she would think something wasn't right--I grabbed two handfuls of her ribs, and wiggled my hands around. She was bellowing laughter so hard, tears were streaking down her soft cheeks in glimmering, twin streams. Every once in a while, I would see that pretty pink pussy exposing herself to me time and time again.

I really needed to focus.

I really had to end this now, and in a way I never thought of before. I formed a hasty plan that would/should produce two results. 1) Get her just to know that I was in a better mood so she wouldn't worry about me, and 2) To get that one perverse grab of that cunt that would also serve two purposes. The first was the obvious--I was as horny as a teenager in a red-light district with two-grand in my pocket. The second--maybe Kayla would start to feel just a little bit uncomfortable playing these kinds of games with her father and, therefore, she might wear more clothes around me from now on. This way, I could go back to just being a normal father, and I could stop these feelings I was having.

I stood up in front of her. Still laughing, I reached down and pulled her to her feet.

"Now what're doin', Daddy?" She was giggling as well, wiping her tears away.

"Helicopter!" I yelled. It was something I used to do to her when she was small, and she loved it.

"No, Daddy!" But that was something she always said, and her laughter grew.

I turned her around and placed my left hand on the back of her neck. Damn, her hair is so soft..., I thought at that time. The right hand--also wet from nervousness--slid between her thighs. I cupped her bare pussy; my middle finger was immediately captured by those beefy folds. Her panties were wet, I remember now. I heard her gasp--whether out of horror or pleasure, I hadn't known at the time. I told myself that this one move would be better for the both of us: I could get my release from these despicable thoughts, and she would distance herself from me a bit. Not totally, because she loved the hell outta me.

I lifted her like that above my head and started spinning around.

Her laughing quited, and she said--barely above a whisper: "Oh, Daddy, this is so much fun. But I hope I don't get too dizzy."

Was she panting,

I wondered? What is going on here?
After three revolutions, Kayla shouted, "Daddy! Put me down; I gotta pee!"

"Okay, sweetie." I laid her on the couch face-up. Her shirt rode high, and I saw those sensuous folds again. Also, her tight tanned tummy finally came into view. What came next was one thing I'll never be able to get out of my mind.

She raised herself halfway up, and turned so that her feet were on the floor; her also-tanned legs were open. She went to push herself all the way up, but she stopped.

"Duh-Daddy, I'm so sorry!"

"What--?"

Then I noticed.

Her underwear was now pulled to the side, and I saw her exposed pussy twitch. I mean, it actually bucked and twitched! Then her legs shook. Thin, creamy-white strands of cum spurted straight out, splashing and dripping off of the coffee table.

Now, I've seen woman squirting cum like fountains on the internet and such--me and the ex even tried to get her to do it, using all the toys we saw the pornstars using, but we failed. But I always thought that those women were taking some kind of pills or something to get themselves to do that. Needless to say, seeing it in real-life, seeing my thirteen-year-old daughter's pussy firing cum, was raising my sail effectively.

"Daddy, I'll clean up my puh-pee." She started crying; my heart almost broke, and now I felt guilty. I made my little girl cum, and she was the one who felt guilty.

"I'm so, so sorry, Daddy. Please don't be mad with me!" She had her legs closed, with her hands covering her pussy.

I sat down on the couch next to her, no longer ogling her cunt. But I still couldn't turn my eyes away from the off-white semen, dripping in long strands from the edge of the wooden table. I wanted to put my arm around her, but thought it a bad idea at the time.

"Kay, it's all right, honey. You didn't do anything wrong; you didn't even pee ."

She looked me in the eyes. Now the tears there were of shame, not joy like before. "Yes I did! And I'm so embarrassed! It just came out of nowhere. Maybe it was the spinning, 'cause when you were doing that, I felt a tingle in my cookie"--that was her pet name that we taught her for her pussy--"and I just couldn't help myself."

She went to get up. "I'll get a towel," she said, in a defeated voice.

I gently pulled her back to a sitting position. "Listen to me, Kayla. What just happened to you is called an orgasm. Girls experience those--although not many have them like you--when their cookies' get excited. It's not pee; it's called semen, and men release it, too, when they're aroused. I shouldn't've grabbed you like that; you're too old for The Helicopter. I should have known that. I'm terribly sorry, Kay."

I lowered my head in shame, and she raised hers in concern and relief. "Oh, Daddy! That makes me so happy that I didn't pee. And you didn't do anything wrong. It actually felt really, really good, that's what's so confusing to me."

She hugged me around the waist, her forearm resting on my pacified cock. Her head was laying on my left side.

Her words did actually make me feel better, so I wrapped my arm around her head and squeezed to let her know that I still cared about her.

"I am sorry, Kayla. And I do love you. No matter what."

"I love you, too, Daddy. And please, don't be sorry. Now that I know what it was, I feel so good. My cookie even feels good. A little warm and wet, but I kinda like it."

Her words were making my pole stiffen again; I really had to get out of here.

Then she did something that made me do something I haven't done since I was a teenager: She made me shoot right in my shorts.

She released her hold on me and swiped at the filmy string of her cum with her right hand--a little girl's curiosity, mixed with the fact that her mom just left, was turning her into a being filled with sexual lust. She played with the thick juice between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing and swirling it all around. "It feels warm--like my cookie!" she giggled. She brought her fingers up to her nose and inhaled. "Mmm, it smells good, Daddy."

She was absolutely gunning my motor, red-lining it, actually. I needed to cum so bad! But I was a lot closer than I thought. I started grinding my forearm into my large cock as I watched, stunned.

Kayla then brought her cum-slippery fingers to her full lips. But then, she looked at me, pleading with me with her eyes. "Would it be gross if I tasted it, Daddy? I mean, it's not pee or anything, and I really want to."

My breathing was growing heavy; my eyes were glossy; and droplets of sweat were forming at my temples. "Guh-Go ahead, baby-doll. If that's what you want?"

"It is, Daddy."

I watched--what seemed like slow-motion--as her long, pink tongue danced around her cummy fingers. She hesitated at first, because this was a new experience. But then her eyes popped wide in pleasure, and she sucked her thumb and pointer-finger dry with a couple of slurps.

With my arm pressed down on my rigid, pulsing cock, I bent myself in half, my head between my knees. I groaned--there was no stopping any of this now. My balls, cock, thigh, and stomach flooded with many hot jets of my cum. She put her hand on the outside of my thigh, and the other on my back; neither helped the situation at all.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" There was fear--for me--in her voice.

I just maoned again as I felt my prick jump, relinquishing the final shots. My boxers were completely soaked through, and some was sliding towards her hand. I quickly pulled her hand off.

I sat back up, stretching my shirt down as far as it would go, creating a tent to hide my hardness. But some moisture could still be seen.

"Daddy's fine, Kay. I just had a stomach ache, that's all."

She felt the slime from my pole on her hand. She asked, "Do stomach aches cause orgasms, too, Daddy?"

"Nuh-No, Kay." I felt completely ashamed at myself. "I'm sorry, baby. You just turned me on so much, and I couldn't help it." I looked in her eyes. "I'll never, ever do that again, Kayla," I promised to my daughter.

Her mind picked a nice time to be analytical. "Well...you told me that I had one, and it felt great. Now, if you had one, it must've felt great, too. So what are you sorry about? I told you I want to be the only female in your life. If your orgasm felt as good as mine, then you should be happy like me!"

She laughed and squeezed my leg, soaking her hand with my cum even more. Then she took her hands off; I knew what was coming next.

"Can I, Daddy? I'm so curious about all of this."

I figured Why the hell not? I'm screwed already. "Go ahead, Kayla. I would honestly like to see that again. I hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all, Daddy. If I can make myself happy while making you happy, then there couldn't be anything wrong with anything, right?"

"I...I guess you are, baby." And, at that moment, I adopted her logic into myself.

"You know I am, Daddy," she smiled, and said with pride.

First she rubbed her hands together. Then cupped them over her nose. She inhaled; she smiled. Then my daughter licked her palms clean, while going Mmmmmmm...

"Yummy, Daddy! Your--uh--semen tastes different than mine, but just as good." Then she said, "I love you so much, Daddy. Thank you for being the greatest Dad in the world."

I have to be honest: I wasn't feeling like it at the time. But, like she said, if she was happy, then everything's all right. I did need to get to my room, though, and sort out my thoughts.

"Kay, I have to go to my room to lie down. And I also have to get some things for you. Can you please clean that up for me?" I pointed to her cum on the coffee table.

"No prob', Daddy! Right away!"

I stood up and went to leave. But before I could, I saw my daughter get down on her hands and knees, her pantied ass thrust up and facing me. She proceeded to actually lick her fucking vaginalfluids off of the table!

"Kay, I'll get you a towel..."

She turned to look at me, and said gleefully, "Not needed. I got a tongue, silly! I can't get enough of this."

She turned back to her "snack".

What a lucky guy I am...,

I started rubbing my half-hard cock through my drenched boxers as I left to go to my room.

I grabbed a book off of my shelf, and a foot-by-foot box from the closet. She's old enough for this stuff now.

When I returned, she was still licking away. Damn her ass is so perfect! Not to mention the fact that her panties were, once again, buried in her puffy slit. My boxers tented, but I gave up caring.

"Here you are, baby." I held out the book.

She got up and sat down on the couch; I could see how her pretty face was glistening. Didn't she ever close her legs?

"What's that, Daddy?"

I handed it to her.

"'Everything You Ever Needed To Know About Sex'", she read. It wasn't the actual title, but I can't use that here. "Oh, thank you, Daddy! I heard of books like this, but I never saw one before. What does 'Hardcore Edition' mean?"

"It means that I don't want to fill your head with politically correct bullshit. Everything is explained in explicit detail. Although, there are some things that you just have to experience, obviously. If you have any questions, though, I'm here for you.

"And you could have these, as well. They were your Mom's. After today, I know you're old enough to have them." I placed the black box on her lap.

"More presents! Thanks, Daddy." She went to open it--

"Hold on, sweetie. Let me leave first so you're not embarrassed." After what just happened, I knew she wouldn't be. But i had to get to my bedroom. "What they are and what they're for is completely explained in that book. Good-night, Kayla."

I kissed her on the forehead and left. What I left her with was one of the many boxes of toys I owned. This one had very small to medium-sized dildos, vibrators, and other such toys. It even had a clit-pump. I didn't want to give her the giant, economy-sized toys yet; her pussy was not ready for those.

I heard her laughing and clapping with exultation as I laid down on my bed. Long, fat cock in my hands, I jerked off twice before going to sleep.

Of course, my entire dream was of my daughter, Kayla, and her magnificient pussy.

 

            Chapter 2: Exposures and Helpers

It was a warm, beaming, sunny summer late-afternoon when I got home from work. I sorted out all my beliefs and thoughts about what had happened yesterday, and reserved myself with Kayla's revelation, about how if we're both having fun and are happy, then there's nothing wrong with any of what happened...or might happen. As long as no one found out about anything, that was.

I came in the front door, scanning left to the living room, and right to the dining room, searching for my sweet daughter. I wanted to be sure she understood that she could never tell anyone about any of that. I didn't see her anywhere.

Before walking into the living room--to make my way towards her bedroom that lay at the other end of the house--I hung my coat up, and slipped off my shoes.

"Kayla!..." Nothing.

Finally I reached her bedroom door. I tapped. "Kayla, you in there?" My worrying stopped as I heard her answer.

"Oh, Daddy! You're finally home. I've been waiting for you; I need your help!"

She sounded immensely excited. When I entered the room, I saw why.

All inhibitions flew out the window for my little girl, it seemed. Her bed was placed in the room so that she could watch TV and see her door at the same time; when she was younger, it made her feel safe. So when I came in, I saw it all. In all its incestuous, beauty.

"I read almost halfway through that book, and I learned a lot! Thanks again, Daddy. But could you please watch me to make sure I'm doin' everything right?" She still had three fingers on her right hand gripping the end of the plastic cock. Her other hand was resting on her gorgeous, teenage breast.

"I...I don't know, Kay. I think it might get Daddy too excited to watch you do that to yourself."

"So...?"

"'So'", I said. I had to at least try to be proper, didn't I? "Daddy will want to masturbate, too, if he watches you. I just don't know if I should watch you or not." Quickly, as an afterthought, I added. "By the way, honey. You have to make absolutely sure that no one ever finds out about what happened yesterday. Or--if anything--anything else happens. Daddy could get in a lot of trouble, sweetie."

"Oh, Daddy," she giggled, the dildo twitching inside her pussy was driving me mad! "I'll tell you for the last time." She sounded as impatient as I had been with her when I would try to explain the importance of school-work, or some such thing. "Did you have fun with your daughter last night?"

I couldn't lie anymore; to myself, or my little darling. "Yes. Yes I did."

"Is there anything wrong with having fun with your daughter as long as she's havin fun with you?"

"No. I guess not."

"Would you have fun watching me use this?" She wiggled the dildo back and forth, the long, wet lips were flapping like two small sails. "Nevermind, Daddy. I see that you already are! Hehehe." She pointed to my pants. I didn't have to look down; I knew my prick had tented my pants. But, surprisingly, I smiled. Not in shame--not this time. I was feeling accustomed to all of this.

"You bet I would, Kay."

"Then why don't you pull up a chair, and watch me? If I'm doin' anything wrong, you can point it out for me. Like you told me last night: Some things are better experienced, than to just read about." She made herself more comfortable by placing a pillow under her ass.

How in the world had I gotten so lucky as to have a very smart, very beautiful, and very mature thirteen-year-old daughter?

I pulled the small chair from her desk over in front of her, sat down, and waited. My cock was thumping against the strain of my waistband. Maybe, I thought with an inward smile, she'll let me whack one off right in front of her. Or at least release this monster in my pants for some air. I couldn't fathom how fast I went from being totally against anything like this...to thinking about stroking my cock in front of my daughter. These were strange days in my household.

Kayla scooted her perfectly rounded ass down to my end of the bed. We chuckled a little as the dildo popped out. I actually heard it! Damn she must be tight! I leaned forward, placing my hands on my knees, my knees pressing into the bed so that I could be as close to this action as possible. Her small, delicate feet were direcrlt across from where my hands were sitting. I couldn't believe how close I was to her amazing, puffed-out, pink, tight, slick pussy! I inhaled as deep as I could; she smelled out of this world. A mix of her fresh, virginal/vaginal juices, and the pleasant scent of soap. I finally looked up at her model-like face. She was ecstatic. And she was--of course--kissing the small head of the dong.

"So, Daddy, what do you think of my pussy? I read that word a bunch of times in my new book." She was clearly aroused, and wanted me to know it.

"You might think I'm lying, but, baby, you have the most amazing, glorious, outstanding, beautiful cunt I have ever seen. It is just absolutely perfect, and I love it. As I love you, Kayla."

"Awesome, Daddy! I love you--and my pussy--too. You ready?"

"One thing first, Kay. I promise I won't be mad in the slightest. Did you happen to take a coupla pictures from my one album? A few are missing. If you did, that's perfectly all right with me. You can even look at the rest anytime you want." I was thinking now about the times we could have, sitting in front of the fire, playing with ourselves while we gazed at all those great photos.

Her smile didn't fade. "Yeah, Daddy. Sorry, but I wanted a regular picture of you to put in the new frame I made. Then I accidentally found those pictures of you and Mom...and other girls, too. They made my cookie hot! I just wanted a few of you...your...uh...."

I knew what she was trying to say, and I needed her to say it.

"cock. But you came home early that day, so I only got a couple. Two of them are Mom licking another girl's pussy--which I also like, even though I hate Mom. One was of you from behind. By the way: You have a nice ass when it's not covered by clothes, hehe." I smiled wider than the Amazon River. "And the other one was a blurry pic of your cock inside Mommy's asshole! I guess I have a lot more to learn, huh? But in that picture, you were inside of her so far, that I could hardly make anything out. Maybe--if-"’ŽŒ

"Ready, Daddy?"

"You betchur beautiful ass I am!"

"Okay. Enjoy. But, remember, you're also here to teach me, so don't forget."

I nodded. She started.

She brought the dildo down, running it between her moderate tits. I could tell she was a little embarrassed, but that was natural. She made circles around each stiffening nipple, cooing oooooooooh as she did so. Her left hand went to a nipple and started twisting it lightly. The skinny dildo now was rubbing around her flat stomach, and I could see it rising and falling rapidly. My daughter then ran it down the inside of her thigh...then up to her knee again...then back down. She skipped over her pussy, and repeated the sexual process on her other leg. She really knew how to tease herself, I thought. After a few times of her doing this, she then reached the point I'd been dying for: her juicy, teenage cunt.

"Daddy, I'm gonna do my clitty first, okay?"

I just groaned, sueezing my thick cock through my pants.

She used the head to roam around her clit; it watched as it stiffened before my eyes. Is there anything that that pussy couldn't do? It was rising while she toyed around the not-so-little bud, spiraling the plastic dick in small circles. "Daddy, am I doing all right so far? Is there anything specific you'd like to see me do?"

"Yes, and yes, Kayla," I breathed. "Can you slap the dildo against your clitty for me; I think you would really enjoy that."

"Okay, Daddy!" She gripped the dildo near the base, and proceeded to knock on her hard clit with it, making wet, smack! sounds everytime. "Ohhhhhh, this is so hot, Daddy. I'm slappin' my itty-bitty clitty right in front of you! Do you need to bring your cock out? He must be really hurting inside your pants. And I would luuuuuv to see it, Daddy. Only if you want to, though."

But I could see it in her eyes--the same glossy look I had last night, actually--that she needed me to show it to her. How could I tell my daughter no? And I thought it might get her off better if she could pump that dildo into herself while staring at a real cock. Her father's cock. And that to me was sooooo much the better.

I watched her beat on her reddening clit as I stood. My hands were shaking as I fumbled for my belt. I was still very nervous about all of this, but I knew she would always keep these secrets. I undid the front of my belt, loosened it, unsnapped the button, and tore down my fly. My hardness pushed out right against the inside of my boxers, and Kayla's eyes sparkled as they turned into big, round O's. I smiled at her. I then tucked my fingers into the insides of my pants and underwear, and slid them down, they crumpled around my ankles. I stood back up.

There it was, pointing up at a forty-five-degree angle in all its majesty. My daughter's eyes grew even larger as she stopped smacking her cunt around. She couldn't look away from her father's incest cock, with the head all glistening from my pre-cum.

" HOLY SHIT, DADDY! I know the only dicks I saw were in that book...but none of them were that big! Are there a lot like yours?"

"Well, thank you for saying that, baby. And, even though I'm a few inches above average, and my cock is long and thick, there are still even bigger ones out there. But not many, I guess. You like it, Kay?"

"Daddy, your big cock is the greatest thing I ever saw in my life! Maybe when I'm done I could get a closer look? Ya know, to examine it. I need to learn about all this stuff, and your the best person on the earth I could think of to teach me."

I couldn't believe that my daughter was so natural using those filthy words; my dick jumped a little at the sight before me...and what she said. She giggled again, and asked:

"Why's the--um, hold on a sec, Daddy" She grabbed the book that was laying by her pillows. She thumbed through the first coupe of pages. Closed it, then finished her query. "Why's the head all wet? Did you cum already?"

"No, darlin'. It's called pre-cum. It's what comes outta cocks to help lubricate before we stick them in pussies. Here; I'll show you more." I gripped my cock at the base, then squeezed and pulled up towards the head. A large bubble of translucent pre-cum oozed out. It bursted and flowed down over the large veins, nestling into my ball-sack. I looked up in time to see her lick her lips. Man, she is such a naughty little cum-whore! I thought with an inward grin.

"That's so wonderful, Daddy! Maybe I can have some later--you know, when I'm finished?"

"Anything for my special baby, Kayla." My fist was still wrapped around my heated member.

"Okay. Sit down, and tell me what to do with my cunt, Daddy. And I can watch you play, too."

I flung the pants and boxers off from around my ankles and sat down in front of her again. She scooted even closer, actually placing the bottoms of her feet on my knees! My daughter started right in on herself. She watched me slide my hand up and down on my pulsing prick as she spiraled the dildo around her fat lips. I saw tiny beads of moisture inside her thick folds, shimmering like distant stars. Her ass-crack was also a tad wet. I then started with both hands, one over the other, stroking slowly so I didn't cum too early for my daughter.

While she was tracing shiny lines around the outside of her pussy, I asked, "Can you do me one little favor, Kay?"

"Anything for my Daddy," she moaned.

"Can you slide a finger inside yourself, then suck it? I would love to see that again!"

"You betcha! I love the taste of all cum." She smiled in a wicked way. "But only if I can have some more of yours when you're ready?"

"Mmmmmm, that won't be a problem, darlin'."

Still using the dildo on the outside of her womaness, she slowly slid her middle finger into her tight, pink pussy. She gently pushed it in a few times, then slowwwwwly drew it out.

I watched in almost paralyzation as she sucked her finger, and fucked herself with the plastic prick. The large lips would get sucked in with every in-stroke, then flap back out again when she drew it out. "Daddy," she breathed heavily, "I'm gonna cuh-cum soon..."

"That's okay, baby-girl. I've gotta cum soon, too. But I'll wait for you, my precious daughter. I have to see you shoot your girl-cum again."

Kayla was twirling the dildo around inside her while sucking her finger. Her mound of cunt was the prettiest thing I ever saw before as she slid the slick dong in and out...over and over. I kept on jerking my veiny, throbbing dick up and down, right in time with her masturbation. I leaned forward a bit so I could smell her juices.

"I can't believe how great you smell, Kayla. Can you finger-feed me some of your cum? I'll come up closer to you--you seem to be handling everything all right--and this way you can get a closer view of my cock."

"That would be so awesome, Daddy! Thank you so much. I really want you to taste me. I am your daughter, after all. It's only right that you should."

She seemed to enjoy this idea a lot. I stood up, stiff prick still in hand, and walked over towards where her head was on the bed. Her gaze never leaving my fisted prick. I knelt right next to her head, holding my cock up, my large sack singing from my movements. It was all shiny as I shaved every hair off of the entire area; there was not a single one to be found. I was as bald down there as my teenage daughter. Kayla jammed a finger inside her pussy--not too hard, because her hymen was still in place. I wonder if I'll be the one to take it? Most likely, I answered my thought. She plunged it in a few times, then brought it out, holding it up to me. I leaned my head down to suck of her slime, but when I got close, she pulled it away teasingly.

"Me first, Daddy. Can you make your cock drip out that yummy stuff again? Drop it right in my mouth." She opened up her mouth, and said Ahhhhhhhh... .

This was just too damn amazing to me. I leaned over her, my stiff cock casting a dark shadow across my little girl's face. Her eyes bulged out, seeing how big it really was close-up. I gripped the base with two finger, compressed them into the underside of my cock, and stroked all the way to the head. I really wish I had a camera in here so I could have taken video of this. I watched as a huge bubble of steamy pre-cum erupted from the tip. It shined, then popped. The glob fell down through the air...and landed right on my daughter's outstretched tongue. She instantly stuffed her tongue back in, swished the little amount of cum around the inside of her small mouth, and swallowed. I almost blew it right then and there, all across my Kayla's face and lips!

" Mmmmmmmmm....Mmm-hmm-hmmm! That was so wonderful, Daddy! Fresh from the cock is much better than when it's cold. I really want to taste all of your real cum, though. How's about after I cum, you do it in my mouth? I want to eat you up!" She smacked her lips together seductively. Once again, I couldn't deny my daughter any pleasure.

"That would be the greatest thing in the world, Kayla. As soon as you cum, I'll jerk off right into your mouth. Keep pumpin' that dildo into you; I really need to cum bad! " I watched as another bead of my wetness plopped down on her, hitting her bottom lip. She sucked that right up.

"Okay, Daddy. But I have a better idea: Why don't you get your big cockie"--she still calls my prick that to this day; I always thought it so cute and appropriate that my daughter call it that--"as close to my cookie as possible. This way, if I cum like I did yesterday, I could maybe get it all over him, and I could get the best from both of us?" I saw her arm wiggling around fast; I knew she was almost there. She was moaning amd groaning over and over again.

"I don't know where you come up with all these great ideas, but keep 'em comin', baby. All right. But I get a taste of you first, Kay."

She smiled wide as she inserted her finger once again into her hot hole. She brought it up to meet my lips; I can still see how it glimmered. I wrapped my lips around her slender finger and sucked all of her juices off. She tasted better than anything ever. "Ohhh, thank you, my baby. You taste heavenly." I licked all of her off my lips, and got off the bed.

I got the foot of the bed, watching her dig that dildo into her soaked cunt. She was cooing, "Daddy...Daddy... oooooooooooooooh Daddy.... You like seeing my little putty, don't you? You like it when your sexy daughter plays with her cookie in front of you, right, Daddy?"

"Oh, yes, Kayla. Keep jammin' that dildo into your hot, sticky cunt. Daddy wants to feed you all his cum...."

"Should I take my cherry, Daddy. Or do you want it? I would rather you have my cherry...if you want it?" She was leaning her head back, and her eyes rolled up into her sockets.

"Yes I do, baby. Yes I do. But there are a lot of other things for me to teach you about first. I can't just dive right in like that." I kept stroking and stroking, staring down at her tiny, pink, fat-lipped pussy being hammered by the dildo. "There's oral sex, and me playing with you with toys and my fingers, and so many other wonderful things we're gonna do. You're gonna be my one and only girl for ever and ever, Kayla. I love you, sweetie."

"I-I-I love you, too. Oh, Daddy! I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuuuum . Teach me everything, Daddy. Please! Here...it...comes...Daddy-Dear!"

Once again--I was astounded. This time, though--either from having her Daddy's thick cock out in front of her, or just because I was here--she fired even more rounds of white ammunition. They coursed through her body...through the proper channels...down warm, fleshy, womanly canals...and squirted in a hose-like way all over my hand and raging cock. The stream of her girl-cum was pure white, and it slopped all opver my stroking fist, sticking my fingers together. It felt so beautiful and so right, as I knew I couldn't hold mine in much longer.

" Ohhhhhhhhhh, Daaaaaaddy!!! I love how your big cock looks with my sugar all over it! It's all drippy! Look at my pussy!

The spray was dying now; her cunt just spurted and bucked, basically just dribbling out a few last globs. These crept over her folds and into the crack of her teenaged ass. I wanted nothing more than to lick it all up right then and there, but I had something more important that needed to be done: I had to cum in my daughter's mouth. She was dying for it.

So as I watched her legs tremble, and watched as she ran a hand all over her tight, little pussy, I strode over to her with my thick cock in hand again. "I hope you're ready, Kayla? I know I'm gonna cum a lot . That was so beautiful, baby, watching my daughter fire cum like a hose. And all over me, yet! Look!" Ropes and strands of her pussy-slime were dripping off my soaked prick, landing in little droplets on the carpet, then on her blanket as I knelt by her head again. I watched as that large shadow barred across her amazing face again. I shook my cock up and down so some of her cum would cover her face as well."

"Yummy, yummy, yummy, Daddy!" She was probing all over her face, everywhere her tongue could reach, slurping up her fluids. "But now I need yours, Daddy. Please give it to me. Pretty, pretty please?"

"I just hope your little throat and mouth can handle it, Kayla. I've never been this turned on in my life. Would you like to help Daddy?" My cock was drenched and red and was so close to her face, I could feel her breath on the underside of it.

She let out a gasp. "Can I, really? I would love to, Daddy? What do you want me to do?" She was beaming in anticipation, her gigantic smile said it all. Plus she was bouncing her firm ass around on the bed, her titties twirling in circles.

"I'm gonna place the head of my cock right on the inside of your open mout. And you do have to open it up as much as possible, Kayla. Then I'll start stroking it faster, and you wrap your little hand around my cock, too, just under mine. Keep the same rhythm as me, so I can cum real good, baby. Try to swallow as much as you can, but I know whatever spills out, my delectable daughter'll clean it up. Think you can do that, Kay?"

"Oh, you know it, Daddy! I can't hardly wait to finally taste cum right from your cock! And I also get to have a little bit of you in my mouth! This is so exciting, Daddy! Please hurry." She made a very seductive face. In other circumstances, someone who was only thirteen making that face would have been a little comical. But now? It was the icing on the cake. Speaking of icing, I had some of my own to do.

She opened her mouth s wide as it would go--she really was as adorable like that than I've ever seen her before. Her tongue came out like she did earlier, and she wagged it at me. My cock was so close to her, that I felt it brush under my long prick. That was all I needed. I placed the top half of my cock inside her hot mouth; she gave it a quick kiss before I did so, and whispered "Yummy" again. I just had to take a moment to see my bulging cock-head inside my daughter's mouth. It was glorious! Then I started my stroking. She followed suit by wrapping her long-nailed fingers around the thick circumference, just like I told her, and instantly joined my timing. I never felt so hot...so turned on...so alive before. I watched as my daughter's mouth was stretched around the head; with our massaging, it was rolling around her lips and tongue. She was eliciting a very long moan, when I said:

"Here I cum, Kay! Be ready..." I saw the first shot strike the inside of her cheek. She jumped a bit, because I guess she quite didn't know what to expect exactly. The second went right down her throat, as with the third, fourth, and fifth. She choked a little, and a few dollops were accidentally spit back onto my cock-head. But it just dribbled back down to join its millions of relatives, all on their way down her throat and into her stomach. She was gulping and gulping as I watched her neck constrict and loosen with each swallow. The last two or three spurts covered her long tongue, and she sucked them right down. She was still inexperienced, so some of my cream leaked out of the corners of her mouth. I gathered it all up with my fingers, and fed it to her. She slurped and sucked all of it off with another long moan.

I let her give my cock a quick lick, and a kiss for the head, and layed down next to her. "So? Everything great for you, baby-girl?"

"Daddy, you know it! That was the most awesome thing ever. Your cum was so hot and sticky, and it tasted like nothing I've ever had in my tummy. Thank you for being so great to me, Daddy." She gave me a kiss on my neck, and I returned one to her forehead.

"And thank you for being such a spectacular daughter, Kay. And, trust me--it only gets better from here. We have so much to experience with one another, and I promise to always be gentle--unless you say otherwise--and to love you forever. All's we need is each other."

"That's right, Daddy." She laughed, and I could tell she was still savoring my slimy, incestuous cum. "When can we start the next lesson? I can't wait, Daddy!"

"Well, since I don't work for the next two days, why not tomorrow? But play with that pussy as much as you want, 'cause we'll be dealing with toys in the next lesson. I want that pussy opened a little more for me. I also can't wait to finger you, and have you give me a wonderful hand-job. So, get some sleep, baby-girl. I'll see you early in the morning. I even have a surprise on how I'm gonna wake you up." I smiled slyly at her. I stood to gather my clothes and to go get some much-needed rest.

"Whatever you say, Daddy. I'll be playing with my putty to get her workin' good for ya!" She smiled, and I returned it.

I went to bed, succuming to the wild dreams I was having about all the astonishing, beautiful acts we were going to be performing on and with each other. I love you, Kayla-dear.

To be cunt-inued.

I didn't know, but I no longer lingered on questions of morality, or anything else that didn't matter anymore. My daughter wanted me to watch her? Fine. Great. Wonderful! I was going to enjoy it.

I thought, with sickness afterward. But that was fading rapidly as I watched my beautiful teenage daughter sucking up her cum.

. I gasped. But I had to smile at what she said so boldly.