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It's my own fault for teasing. What did I know? I was barely 14 for Christ's sake. Everything I read, almost every TV show, it's all about playing boys or manipulating men. Every girl flirts, right? I guess maybe I got carried away...

My dad is, or rather: WAS, a saint. I love him very much. It's easy to make him blush, and stutter, and just totally lose his cool. About a year ago, he was climbing into the tree house in our backyard right behind me. I looked down, and thought I caught him staring up at my ass. He looked away quickly, and I told him to hurry up. He said, "Y..yeah h..honey... r... right behind you..." as his ears and neck turned beet red. "BUSTED!" I laughed to myself.

I didn't think much of it until that night, when I was getting ready for bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and turned to look over my shoulder at my little butt, to see what Daddy was looking at. I noticed my ass had gotten rounder over the summer. It wasn't a flat little boyish butt anymore. Still the shorts were a little baggy, and when I raised my left leg I realized Daddy had been able to see my exposed pussy. He hadn't seen me naked since way before puberty, so I suppose the sight of his baby girl's fuzz covered snatch caught him off guard.

"Poor Daddy," I giggled, shaking my ass in the mirror and giving it a squeeze. Unbuckling the shorts, I slowwwwly slid them down, watching my tan lines come into view. "Geez, I DO have a nice ass," I smiled, stroking my soft pale cheeks. "Okay Daddy, you like to watch? Guess I'll hafta start giving you something to stare at..."

I didn't really have any sexy lingerie. I know that Mom always looked hot when she wore one of Dad's dress shirts for a nightie. I tried one on, but the shirttail went all the way down to my knees. Being barely 5 ft, and about 98 pounds, I didn't fill it as well as mom. I DID find a casual white shirt with hardly any tail. It barely covered my ass, and if I raised my arms even the slightest, my cheeks and cunt were in plain view. Better yet, the silk and polyester fabric was thin enough to see through when it was backlit properly.

I found a pair of white-gauze panties that were about a year old and two sizes too small, and stretched them over my supple young ass. It didn't take much light to reveal my pubes and vaginal lips, and the crack of my ass was visible too, extending an inch or two above the waistband. I pulled a pair of long, white knee-socks up to my thighs and put my hair in tails.

"Wow..." I grinned, checking myself out. "This is gonna kill him..."

He was in the living room, reading the paper with the T.V. on. I sauntered in and stood between him and the entertainment center, looking toward the television.

"What'cha watchin' daddy?" I asked coyly. I wasn't looking at the T.V. Instead, I was watching his reflection in the glass cabinetry. He stared above his newspaper, ogling my silhouette through the thin shirt.

"Dunno, Punkin... you can change it if you want." He slid the newspaper outwards to cover the growing bulge in his pajama bottoms.

Rather than grab the remote, I got on my hands and knees to work the buttons on the satellite box underneath the set. I only needed to open the left-hand access door, allowing me to keep spying on daddy in the other one.

His mouth dropped open as I arched my back, bringing my ass and crotch into clear view. I hadn't tied the shirt at the bottom, so it sagged away from me exposing the underside of my freckled b-cup titties. I thought he made an audible gasp, but I pretended not to hear it.

"There's nothing on, Daddy" I pouted, flipping through the channels again and again.

"Keep looking baby," he encouraged, one hand disappearing behind the paper. "You'll find something."

"Let me know if you see anything you like, Daddy" I offered innocently. I could see the chair rocking slightly. I thought: My god, he's jacking off looking at me! At his own daughter! I was getting excited watching him, and I knew any moisture would be very visible in those thin panties. Not wanting to appear obvious, I stood up and sighed. "Well, since there's nothing on I guess maybe I'd better do my homework."

I started to leave the room. "Whoops" I turned around, "gonna need the dictionary..."

Conveniently, the dictionary was on a high shelf right beside his chair. It's one of those mammoth editions, and I had to stretch and struggle to get it down. I rested it with a thud on the arm of his chair, grunting. Daddy had tucked himself back into his pajamas as best he could, and he tried to hide the bulge with his forearm. I put my hand on that wrist to support my weight as I leaned in to kiss him goodnight.

I persisted just a second longer than usual, and whispered a breathy "G'night Daddy. I love you." His entire face was beet red.

"I... I love you too, P-Punkin..." he stammered. I headed off to bed, with just a little more sway in my ass than usual.

I persisted in little games like this. Some more innocent, and some very bold. I started reading "Lolita"-type stories on the Internet, and found some father-daughter scenarios that I kept in a hidden folder for reference. I would never consider having sex with my own father, but the seduction elements to the stories helped me with my little flirtation game.

I noticed a change in how Daddy acted toward me too. I wouldn't say he was scared, but he was hesitant to initiate any contact with me. It was cool in a way, because I didn't get lectured or yelled at about anything anymore. He was friendly, but... I dunno. What's the word? Aloof?

Anyway, this summer he was laying in a floating chair in our pool. "Opportunity knocks again," I laughed, changing into a pink two-piece Mom bought me when I was about 11. The bottoms would ride up my crack when I walked, turning into a thong in just a few steps.

Daddy pretended not to notice me diving into the pool, but we've got glass patio doors right by the ladder, so every time I climbed out I could see him checking out my ass. I'd loosened my left strap so every time I emerged from the water I'd nearly fall out of my top, but I kept catching it at the last second.

He tried to keep his hard-on beneath the surface of the water, but with each dive that got a little more impossible. I got bored with diving over and over again, so I tried a splash-dive to soak him and get a reaction. Unfortunately, a 98-pound cannonball doesn't make a very big ker-sploosh. When I came up for air, I saw he was still dry, and still pretending to ignore me.

"HEY!" I splashed him, "WAKE UP!" He waved a big, muscular arm across the pool's surface, hitting me in the face with about a gallon of water. "Oooh THAT does it," I warned, disappearing beneath the water to overturn his chair.

"Dammit...!" he sputtered. I laughed. "Oh you're funny, are you?" He grabbed me and threw me about eight feet across the pool. My left boob popped out on my way through the air.

"Geez, honey I'm sorry... I... I didn't m-mean to..."

"SURE you didn't!" I faked my indignation, fixing my top. "NOW you're gonna get dunked but good!" I jumped on him from the front, my legs wrapped around his chest, trying to wrestle his head under the water. He dwarfed me at 6'2" and 220 lbs., but I used his hair for leverage, twisting his head back and forth. I stood no chance of dunking him, but it put his face directly between my tits. He'd turn to get away, and I'd pull him back toward me. My left strap fell again, exposing that nipple. It brushed past his cheek and against his lip.

He panicked, taking us both under the water in a mutual dunk. It failed to dislodge me though, as my legs slid lower locking around his torso and my arms clung to his sinewy neck. As he rose from the water, I settled tightly against his body. My pointed nipple tickled his hairy chest, and my crotch came to rest directly atop of his. The waves subsided as my cunt bobbed slowly up and down against his hard, thick manhood. We made eye contact for one or two eternal seconds, when my Mom yelled "DINNER!"

We broke apart immediately, having been harshly brought back to reality. I fixed my top again as we climbed out on opposite sides of the pool. He wrapped a towel loosely around his waist for camouflage, and I wandered dreamily into the house, dripping wet inside and out.

We made eye contact a time or two at dinner. His ears reddened each time.

"You two have fun in the pool?" Mom asked.

"Dad always hogs the chair," I complained. He glanced up again, and I stuck my tongue out at him, smiling.

"Well there's plenty of things to sit on-," Mom started saying, causing Dad to choke on a bite of something.

"Heavens, Steven are you all right?"

"Fine..." he gasped, reaching for his water.

"Maybe I should hire a sitter for you two this weekend, if you can't get along or feed yourselves properly." I had forgotten that Mom was spending the weekend taking care of Grandma.

"I can behave myself, Mom" I assured her. "Can you behave yourself, Daddy?" I ran a toe up his bare leg beneath the table. He started choking again.

"For god's sake, Steven take smaller bites!"

Lying in bed that night, I resolved to make that weekend unbearable for Daddy. I drifted off to sleep, stroking myself and fashioning my plan...

"Daddeeee... can you help meeeee.... puhleeeeeze!!!" I yelled from my room. It was about 8 a.m. I got up as soon as I heard Mom's car leave the driveway. I'd put on the killer outfit again: his white shirt, knee socks, translucent panties...

He stumbled into my room, still half asleep. Shirtless, wearing only his pajama bottoms. I marveled at his physique...

"Wha... what is it, Punkin?" he yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm rearranging the junk on my shelves, but this stupid stool is too wobbly. Can you hold me steady?" I climbed up and stood on the seat. It teetered below me. I knew it looked dangerous, but I'd been 'surfing' that old stool since I was six. No way I was gonna fall off.

Daddy stood behind me, my butt level with his face. As he reached for my hips I raised my arms high to grab a box on the top shelf, making him grab my bare waist. I leaned inward, putting the crack of my ass inches from his face. I could feel his breath through the thin material. I wobbled a bit, making him tighten his grip.

"That tickles, daddy" I giggled. "Can you hold me up higher?" His hands slid up beneath the shirt, supporting me by the rib cage. Both thumbs came together at my spine, and the fingers of his large hands wrapped around my sides, putting his fingertips up alongside my breasts.

I knew it must be making him nuts, but my plan had a flaw. I couldn't see him well enough to enjoy watching him squirm. Luckily, there was a large shelf the length of the closet built into the ceiling up over the door. I never kept anything on it, but I was gonna start!

"I gotta turn around Daddy," I explained. "Some of this stuff goes on the big shelf."

"M-maybe I should m-move those b-boxes, sweetheart..." I loved to hear him stammer. I was getting to him.

"No Daddy, there are presents up here for you. No peeking..." I spun the stool around, and he nearly lost his grip on me, fumbling to hang on. He ended up with his thumbs right under my tits. I peeked downward to see if he was squirming. The back of his neck was visible, and it was 3rd degree red. I could tell he was looking upward, but I couldn't see his face because my shirt was tented outward and... ...he was looking right up my shirt!

Poor daddy. He had my virgin pussy two inches from his nose, and my titties in his reach, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. God, I was such a little prick tease. This was way more fun than frustrating the boys at school. But I had to find out how hard I had made him, and in this position, I couldn't see below his broad shoulders and chest. I kinda knew how hard I made him in the pool, but there was no way he could hide a boner in those cotton pajama bottoms. I was desperate to see how big I'd made his cock.

Grabbing the frame rail above the door, I feigned a frightened scream and kicked the chair out from under me, swinging myself into him hard and fast, knocking us both onto my bed. I landed on top of him, looking as scared as I could. My shirt was bunched up around my waist, and I sat on him about mid-thigh.

"Oh, Daddy... are... are you all right?" I stroked his face and moved my glance downward, as though looking for injury. His pjs were tented up enormously, almost nine inches. "Omigod..." I couldn't help but remark and stare.

"Y-you did that... on p-purpose!" He seemed sincerely upset. "Y-you have been.... t-toying with m-me... for l-long enough!"

In a flash, he'd flipped me over and I was lying beneath him, pinned at the wrists.

"No daddy, I... I was just..." Now I was the stammering, nervous one.

"I know exactly what you were doing." His breathed heavily, putting my hands above my head and cinching both of my small wrists in his left hand.

"I read all those stories on your computer." His fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. "I know you want..." He couldn't get the buttons undone "...to have sex..." he finally just ripped it open, snapping off the remaining buttons "...with ME!"

"N...N-NOOO!!!" I screamed as he bit down on an exposed nipple, sucking my entire breast into his mouth. "D...DADDY... I... WE CAN'T... I WAS J-JUST T-T-TEASING YOU!!!"

"Oh that's how you want it, huh? I read those play-acting rape stories too. Alright, I'll play along, you little slut..." His right hand slid into my panties, cupping my mound. "God, you are sssoooo wet, baby.... You're cunt isn't as good an actress as you..."

But I wasn't acting. I never wanted to have sex with my own father. I wanted my first time to be with a special guy, a first love, maybe my husband. I had to try and explain.

"D-daddy, p-please dohhh... OHHHHHHH!!!" His thick middle finger stabbed into the depths of my wet pussy, rubbing against my inflamed clit. An ecstatic jolt shot through my body, causing my muscles to clench and pushing my crotch harder against his hand.

He'd let go of my wrists, but I don't know when. He pulled his finger out of me just long enough to grab both sides of my waistband and rip my panties apart. In a second, his face was buried in my crotch, his hot tongue stabbing the depths of my hot cunt.

I grabbed fistsful of his hair, trying to yank him away, but I had no leverage. I could only pull upward, making him put even more pressure on my clit. I tried rolling over, but that just pushed my crotch harder into his face, forcing his tongue even deeper. The more I tried to get away from him, the less I wanted to, and the better it felt. I closed my eyes. I couldn't help myself. I was... enjoying this!

"Daddy... I'm... that feels..." I stopped pulling, stroking his hair lovingly instead. "Think I'm... getting close... gunna..."

Just when an orgasm seemed inevitable, he stopped abruptly. I thought he'd come to his senses just as I was losing mine. I opened my eyes to see him stand up and drop his pajama bottoms. His thick cock pointed upward, looking threatening.

"Omigod, Daddy... it's... ssooo b-big... t...tooo big!" He laid down on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows. His face mashed against mine in a deep, passionate kiss. As his tongue invaded my small mouth, I tasted my own juices. Instinctively, I sucked my flavor off his hot tongue.

I felt him manipulate the head of his cock, rubbing it against my entrance. I wanted to clamp shut, but he was between my knees, and my labia had swollen and parted wide against my wishes.

"Mmmph..." I broke our kiss. "No Daddy, it's... not right... you're ...too big... I'm... your daughter... w-we ca...a...aaaaaaaHHHHHH"

His head slid in, lubed by his precum and my sloppy excretions.

"NNghhhHHuHHH...n...noo...nnnoooo Daddeeee......!!!"

He shifted his weight from his elbows to his hips, slowly drilling deeper and deeper. His thick shaft displaced my virginity as it sank in, inch after inch.

"N...NNNNO... DADDDY... S-SSTOP...!!!" I cried.

He grunted in response, enjoying the feeling of my tight pussy clamping down on his thick, meaty shaft. I'd never felt so full, and he hadn't had anything as tight as me in years.

"Yyyyeahhh baby... take it... take daddy's big, hard, cock..." He bottomed out, our pelvic bones grinding together, stimulating my damned clit again, causing involuntary contractions that squeezed his dick inside me. The head had sunk well into my cervix, adding to his pleasure.

"NNNggGGGhhh... nnnyy.... nnnnooo... nnyyy.... ssssss..." He started slowly pistoning in and out, making it harder to for me to object.

"NgGnyy....nnn...nyye....nyyesss....ohhh...gahhhd... yessss.... daddeee....."

"Yes what, baby?" He grinned and slowed his pumping. Now HE was manipulating ME. And loving it.

"H... harder..." I begged.

"What is it Punkin? Tell Daddy what you want." He was loving this. Bastard.

"D...do it... p..please..."

"Do what, baby?" He stopped moving. My legs wrapped around his waist, my ankles kicked at his back, urging him to continue.

"F...fuck meeee...." I whined. "F...fuck mmeee dadddeeeeee..."

He thrust into me deep and hard, his right hand cupping my entire ass, lifting and slamming me against him like an inflatable fuck doll.

"Yyyessss... daddeee... fffuck... your.... baby... girl.... deeep..."

He positioned my legs up on his shoulders, giving him the deepest penetration yet. I felt his cock head fucking up into my womb.

My ... womb ... I panicked as I realized the danger of the situation. 10 days, maybe a couple more, since my last period.

"D-Daddy... g-gotta... s-stop..." He ignored me, pounding even harder. "I'm n... not pro... protected!"

He grinned. "Read that story too, Punkin... is that your little fantasy? You want Daddy to knock you up?"

"N-NO D-DADDY... R-REALLY NOT... P-PRO... OHHHH!!!"

My orgasm was welling up again, and again my body betrayed me. I kicked at his shoulder blades to get him to stop. He thought I was urging him on, and fucked me harder and faster.

"Gunna... fill you up, baby. Not pulling out... Can't stop now..."

I snapped. Pleasure overwhelmed me, and I accepted my role as Daddy's little slut.

"Do it Daddy... knock... me up..." My fingernails clawed at his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper on each thrust. "Fill me... with your hot... white... spermmmm...."

He thrust into me like a wild man, grunting with each stroke.

"My flat little tummy.... gonna get big... and round... with our baby.... ohhh Dadddeeee...." We bounced and screamed wildly. I knew the neighbors could hear, but I didn't care. I thought about my little titties swelling up to D-cups, and Daddy sucking my milk while he fucked his pregnant daughter.

"Cumming, baby..." he warned. We were both beyond the point of return.

"I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE YOUR HARD COCK!!! I LOVE YOU!!! FUCK ME DADDY... FUCK... ME... DEEP... CUM ... WITH... MEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

"AAAAAGGHHHH!!!" He bellowed, slamming against me, shifting the mattress. My legs flailed, knocking over my lamp as Daddy pumped load after load into my virgin womb.

"NGHHH!!! NYYAAAHHH!!! NYESSSS!!!! DADDEEEEE!!!" Wave after wave of pleasure swept over me, the hot jets of his cum splashing inside, invading and impregnating me.

"GHHAAAAAAA!!!!" It felt like it would never stop. I didn't want it to. I loved it. God help me, I loved fucking my Daddy.

We layed together panting, soaked in our sweat, his cock still buried deep within me. My subsiding contractions milked the last few precious drops from his softening meat. We sighed in unison, then shared our first tender and sincere kiss as lovers.