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WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you
do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under
the legal age where you live, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
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This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009.
This story may be posted to non-commercial "free" sites, or
in the "free" area of commercial sites so long as no changes
are made AND the author information is retained.
This story is a fantasy of mine. It is a work of fiction
and is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me. I am NOT advocating underage sex by posting
these fantasies! Although I may fantasize and my eyes may
wander, remember that I am only dreaming. If you can't
separate fantasy from reality, get professional help - FAST!
By: Kelly Wells <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Originally posted at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly_Diary/www/
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MY SLEEPING DAUGHTER
Written by Kelly Wells for: Craig <arogueandarascal@hotmail.com>
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People ask me all the time when I will write more fantasy stories. The truth
is, they are a lot harder to write than my diary entries as I have to make up
everything without ending up with something that sounds as ridiculous as most of
the erotic stories I read on-line. What I’ve found to be the best inspiration
are the people I chat with and get to know on-line. Just as I once hear that
“the best humor is real life exaggerated”, so I find that my best fantasies
start with real-life situations that I “enhance”.
This is a “fantasy” in that it is based on my chats with a father who liked to
talk about his dreams of having sex with his thirteen year-old daughter. During
the course of our chats he would share more and more including family photos.
He even used his “parental rights” to get her to give him her username and
password for her FaceBook account. What she didn’t know was that wanted it to
add me as a friend which allowed me to see pics of her and her friends. It was
a little freaky to see the ‘real” person behind his fantasies!
So what is fantasy here and what is reality? All I will say is that to the best
of my knowledge, nothing happened between him and his daughter that was illegal.
That’s not to say his wife would have approved of everything! You’ll just have
to make up your own mind as to what really happened between him and his
daughter.
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Dear Kelly,
Maybe I shouldn’t be writing this to you but reading your site and chatting with
you has truly changed my life. Without a doubt I never would have gone as far
as I have with my daughter without your help and encouragement. I guess my hope
in writing this is that other fathers like me will use this letter to overcome
their own fears so they too can realize the fantasy of every father – to have a
sexual relationship with his teenage daughter.
Before I go any further, I want everyone to know that am NOT a pedophile or some
other kind of perverted sexual predator. I’ve NEVER had sex before with an
underage girl nor do I stalk little girls in the mall or at the public pool.
Anyone who knows me would probably describe me as just your typical white
middle-aged male, loving father and faithful husband.
I also want to state up front that my desires for my daughter have nothing to do
with my marriage. I’ve never cheated on my wife, no matter what has ever
happened between us. We were high school sweethearts and got married a couple
of years after I graduated from high school. In fact, I proposed to her on the
day of her graduation. Not surprisingly, both of our parents tried to talk us
out of it, saying we should wait until we were older. Well, I was twenty and
she was eighteen so as far as we were concerned, we already WERE adults and
could make up our own minds. So being young and foolish, we told them to either
accept things as they were or we’d elope.
After we got married I started to wonder if we’d done the right thing by getting
married so young. Things even got to where I was starting to think seriously
about a divorce. With our marriage on the ropes, we certainly weren’t planning
for her to get pregnant (at least I wasn't), it just sort of happened. My wife
steadfastly maintains to this day that she was taking her pills regularly,
blaming them for not being 100% effective. Still, I’ve always wondered if she
stopped taking them in order it to keep me from leaving her. In retrospect,
we probably should have waited to have kids until we’d been married a few more
years or at least until we were a more financially stable.
Maddy was our first daughter, followed a couple of years later by Amy and like
clockwork, Mark came along two years later. Three kids to feed and care for was
enough for me so I insisted on a vasectomy. Fortunately by then I was making
pretty good money and working a lot of overtime in construction. Still, three
kids running around me in the house was more than enough!
Before I go on, maybe I should tell you a little more about me...
Since I first figured out what my dick was for (my “special purpose”?), and how
it could make me feel so good, I’ve always been what you would call a heavy
masturbator. Like most young boys of my era, the lingerie and swim suit
sections in the Sears and JCPenny catalogs were my first source of inspiration.
It had to be my mother that discovered my secret stash of stolen porn magazines
that I’d so cleverly hidden under my mattress. Even so, it was my dad who
delivered the news. Well, he could have beaten me senseless and it wouldn't
have mattered (let me be fair and point out he just spanked me – no beatings!).
Once a porn addict – always a porn addict.
As a teenage, it seemed like I was ALWAYS horny. Just about every day I would
masturbate at least once behind the locked bathroom door or in by bedroom if
everyone in my family was gone. As I grew more and more curious about girls,
I’d sneak into my parent’s bedroom and rummage through my mom’s underwear. Up
to that point I’d only seen those things in catalogs and magazines so you can
imagine how fascinated I was actually getting my hands on her bras and panties.
A few times I even tried them on just to see what it felt like to wear them.
Before you get any kinky ideas, two things I need to make perfectly clear:
1. I’m 100% straight. There NEVER was or ever had been any urge in me to cross-
dress or in any way pretend to be a girl. All I was doing was trying them on to
see what they felt like.
2. I can honestly say I’ve NEVER had any desire whatsoever to be with my mother
in any sexual way. She’s always been overweight and not particularly pretty.
Besides, she was my MOM and at that age even the thought of my dad and her
kissing was yucky. Thus it was her lingerie that fascinated me, not her as a
woman. Who knows, maybe if I’d had a sister and could have played with hers
then things might have been different. As it was, if anything the fact that it
WAS my mom’s underwear was probably the biggest reason why I only played with it
a couple of times.
When I first got into porn it was pretty much the standard soft-core magazines
like Playboy and Penthouse. Then the Internet opened up a whole new world for
me. I’d spend hours stroking my dick as I read erotic articles and surfed porn
sites, especially those that dealt with younger girls (all supposedly over 18 of
course).
As much as those youthful bodies turned me, when I would look at my innocent and
sweet young daughters I couldn’t help but wonder how any father could do those
kind of things to his own daughters. Indeed, my little Maddy and Amy were the
absolute cutest girls while they were growing up (and still are in my book).
Sure, they had their moments just as all kids do, but no matter what they did I
loved them dearly and couldn’t imagine myself ever doing anything in a sexual
way with them. So even though I was aroused by the stories and nasty photos of
men having sex with girls the same age as my daughters, I rationalized that it
was nothing more than harmless fantasies. In my mind, there was no harm in
THINKING about doing things so long as I never actually DID them.
Like most wives, mine despised porn and she let me know just how much hated for
me to look at whenever she caught me. Her dim-witted and convoluted reasoning
was that when I masturbated looking at sexy women on the web it was no different
than if I was actually doing it with them. Well, I would have to say so far a
I’m concerned, there’s a HUGE difference between stroking my own cock WISHING I
could fuck those incredible hot girls and actually doing them. consequently,
all her fussing did was make me learn to hide it better.
The REAL trouble began one day when my wife somehow found my “good” stash. It
not only included young girls (nothing nude or sexual, just swim suits and
shorts), but what REALLY set her off were the pics I’d secretly taken at various
family functions of her sisters and nieces. The mere fact their pics were on my
computer mixed with porn was enough to tell her how I’d been fantasizing about
them. She was furious than she’d ever been with me before and it finally got to
the point where she threatened to tell everyone at my work and in my family
about my porn and masturbation addictions. It was more than enough to scare me
such that I actually made a concerted effort to try and stop using porn to
masturbate. In desperation, I even deposited my entire porn collection in a
store dumpster where I couldn’t change my mind and recover it later.
Alas, in the end the results were the same as all my prior efforts to quit my
addiction. It was only a couple of weeks before I relapsed and before long I
was back doing it again. This time I was more determined than ever to keep her
from finding out what I was doing on the computer at night when she was asleep.
Ironically, her threats ultimately just made everything “worse” in that I found
I was actually turned more by collecting the porn than actually looking at it
later. Every day the collection grew but rarely did I actually ever go back and
look at what I saved. Thus in a way you could say that by having to start all
over it was a treat for me in some perverted way.
So now that you hopefully understand me better, back to my daughter Maddy and
me...
As Maddy grew older and approached her teenage years, so did her friends. It
was around the time she was entering sixth grade that I started to notice her
girl friends weren't all that flat chested anymore. For that matter, neither
was she but somehow I couldn't look at my own daughter’s chest that way. Then
the damn sleepovers started where the little vixens would run around in nothing
but tight t-shirts and short shorts. God, it was all I could do to keep from
staring at them all night. Believe me, those developing bodies, thinning legs,
and emerging tits were fodder for many a masturbation session!
By now I’d read hundreds of erotic stories where men had sex with girls my
daughter’s age and for the first time, I started to think that maybe it wasn't
such a horrible thing after all. The fact that it was totally illegal and would
land me in jail if anyone ever found out was enough to keep me from crossing the
line but still, the fantasies those stories would arouse in me became more and
more intense as Maddy got older.
One of Maddy’s best friends was Courtney, a hot little fourteen year-old
brunette. Of all her friends, she was my favorite as she was quite a bit ahead
of the others in the development department. One day several girls were over at
our house for a pool party and Courtney was wearing this tiny red bikini that
made my dick practically leap out of my jeans when I first saw her in it! Damn,
even though I knew she was only fourteen, she could have easily passed for being
several years older, especially given the size of her tits. Damn, to think my
wife had been fourteen when we first started fooling around! Sometimes when I
masturbated I liked to imagine I was sixteen again, young enough to be
Courtney’s boyfriend, cupping her perky boobs in my hands as she gingerly held
my dick – the first time she’d ever touched one. I imagined she wasn't sure
what to do with my dick and I had to tell her how to blow me. I couldn't help
but stare at Courtney in the damn bikini, imagining her pretty lips wrapped
around my hard shaft, sucking her first dick in her life.
Back then my wife had made me wait until she was sixteen before she let me fuck
her. We petted and I had pushed my finger tentatively up her tight pussy long
before that. She even sucked my dick a couple of time but boy, did THAT take
some convincing!. It was the first time for both of us and not exactly how I
imagined it. She was so damn tight I could barely get my dick in her and when I
did, it was hard to even stroke in and out of her because of how hard she was
gripping me.
Seeing Courtney in her sexy bikini, by far the skimpiest one of the group, it
was hard to imagine that my wife could have looked so young when I first tried
groping her at the local movie theater. All of Maddy’s girlfriends seemed to
like the boys their age but I doubted any of them were having sex yet. Still,
it got me off many a time to imagine what they MIGHT be doing behind closed
doors. As crazy as it may sound, I was actually a little jealous of those boys,
especially whichever one would ultimately be the first to fuck Courtney instead
of me.
As for Maddy, she was about average when it came to comparing her stage of
development to her friends. Since I first got married I’ve always helped with
the laundry. One day I came across some of Maddy’s bras and panties. Holding
them up, I realized my little girl wasn’t so little anymore.
For the first time ever... I picking up her bra but this time I caught myself
wondering what it looked like on her - and how it make me feel to gently remove
it from her thin shoulders. Then I picked up a pair of her dirty panties with
the other hand, holding her bra in one hand and the panties in the other.
For the first time ever... I slowly brought her used panties up to my nose,
pushing the crotch against my face and breathing in her scent. It was my first
whiff of my daughter’s pussy. Now to be honest, they didn't smell all that
great after sitting on the laundry for days but at the same time, I knew the
material been just recently been pressed up against my daughter’s pussy for an
entire day.
For the first time ever... I wonder what Maddy’s pussy would smell like if I was
to put my mouth and nose directly on it. God, I was actually thinking about how
my own daughter’s pussy smelled! It sounded so perverted yet later that night
when I was masturbating it didn’t seem so bad after all to be thinking about
Maddy’s smelly pussy...
The next day my lust had subsided and I was totally disgusted with myself. How
could I be thinking such perverted thoughts about my own daughter, not to
mention masturbating about her as well? She’d just turned fourteen for heaven’s
sake, barely a teenager. It was one thing to look at her hot girlfriends
through the blinds in the bathroom window while they ran around the yard in
practically nothing. Watching them I would jerk off as I fantasized that I
could somehow be a teenage boy once again and then imagined all the nasty things
I would do with them. But this was my own daughter and while incest makes for
good porn, in real life fathers just didn’t do this sort of thing with their
daughters.
My newfound contriteness lasted only until I looked at her underwear again,
which I’d smuggled from the laundry, and soon I found myself becoming erect
again. As my arousal grew, I pulled down my pants zipper and freed my growing
dick, allowing it to poke out. At that point I couldn't help myself anymore, I
needed to stroke my dick. It was like I couldn't stop myself, like I couldn't
control what I was doing. Damn, I NEEDED to jerk off so badly! In my free hand
I held my daughters dirty panties so I did what my lust drove me to do, almost
as if I was a slave to my own dick. Wrapping the soft cloth around my dick, I
started to stroke my cock using my daughter’s panties. When I finally came, it
was like an explosion as my cum erupted and soaked her panties with her father’s
sperm. God it felt so good!
Like any addiction, once I crossed a line, I burned my bridges. Maddy’s panties
now added an entirely new dimension to my routine masturbation sessions.
Locking the bathroom door behind me, I would stand at the sink and jerk off like
a mad man with my daughter’s smelly panties wrapped around my swollen cock.
Each time my dreams about Maddy got a little bit naughtier and nastier. Before
long I was imagining Maddy taking them off herself, offering her damp panties to
her adoring father so I could use them to jerk off right in front of her. In my
lust-crazed mind, my daughter would be fascinated to watch her father get all
hard and horny because of her. Somehow I just knew deep down that she would be
turned on if she ever could see how far I’d gone to fantasize about her. When I
closed my eyes I could see my daughter watching me as she stood in front of me,
wearing nothing her little white bra while her tight bottom was buck naked. It
was killing to me have to only be able to wonder what Maddy’s virgin pussy
looked like. Was it like her mother’s was when she was this age, not much more
than just a solid covering of short brown pubic hair, more like fur covering a
stiffed animal than real hair?
Like an avalanche gaining speed and power as it roared downhill, so also did my
descent down my own slippery slope of lust and desire. Everything seemed to
progress so fast from that point onward. When I would feel myself about to cum,
I’d quickly run through various scenarios in my head where she would start to
suck my aching dick and then finally ask me to fuck her, begging me to be the
one to finally take her virginity. It was like I had a video on fast forward as
the thoughts raced through my head. I wanted to imagine cumming in her pussy
when I finally did cum yet at the same I wanted the story in my head to
complete. Any rational thoughts were history by the time I would start to cum
into her panties, pumping my incestuous cum into the soft crotch of her panties,
trying to catch every drop so none would spill on the floor and be wasted.
The weird thing is, whenever I finish masturbated it’s like a light switch gets
thrown and I suddenly awaken as if from a drunken stupor. It’s then that my
rational mind returns and I comprehend what I’d been doing while it was safely
tucked away while my dick was controlling me. That was just how it was now.
Crap, what was I doing holding a pair of my daughter’s panties covered with my
cum? Oh my god, what if someone, especially Maddy or even worse - my wife, ever
saw me like this? How could I EVER explain what I’d just done? Still, it was
only a short-lived thing and soon my dick was back in control again.
After a good masturbation session, when I returned to my family it was always so
surreal. So far as they were concerned, everything was just as it was before.
My wife would be making dinner, the kids watching TV. Maddy was almost always
in her summer “uniform” – VERY short denim shorts and a tight tank top she’d
grown out of last summer already. Her mother had long given up trying to get
her to dress more modestly around the house but then, why should she? Like, who
should be worried about watching her exposing herself as she did? Yeah right,
who indeed...
With Maddy running around unashamedly half-undressed ay home, I loved it when
she would lay on her flat belly with her knees bent and petite feet up in the
air. Without realizing how it was affecting me, she would spread her thin
tanned legs apart just enough for me to glimpse her denim-covered crotch. It
wasn’t that long ago that I wouldn't have given the view a second thought but
now something was totally different. Indeed, now I would think about the
panties that were barely hidden under those shorts and how they were pressed up
tight to her pussy. In my mind I couldn't help but imagine how those same
panties would smell later when I “borrowed” them from her dirty clothes hamper.
Sometimes I would even think about how her virgin pussy would smell at that
moment if she wasn't wearing those damn shorts and panties. Mmmmm, if only I
could lower my head between those soft smooth thighs! My God, what the hell was
going on with me?
Like most addictions I’ve read about, when it comes to sexual addiction you can
never go back once you move forward another step. Once you cross the line,
there’s no stepping back, no retreat. Soon my incestuous thoughts about my
daughter became much like my need to masturbate, something I couldn’t control no
matter how hard I tried – assuming I even wanted to try in the first place. It
seemed like every time I masturbated now it was Maddy and Courtney that filled
my fantasies, me and the two of them in every sordid combination possible.
Like I said before, on of the strangest thing about masturbating is that after I
do it, no matter how horny I’d been before I started, after I finished and cum I
always feel this tremendous weight of guilt on my shoulders. It’s like all my
lust was somehow contained within my sperm and when it left me, so went the lust
along with it. At those moments I would always swear that it would be the last
time but then the urge would quickly build up in me again and I couldn’t help
myself and the cycle would repeat. Every time I looked at Maddy I was fearful
later that my wife had somehow seen the desire in my eyes for our oldest
daughter and her best friend. Thankfully, somehow she didn't have a clue about
the changes that were happening in her husband. Sure, it was all just fantasy
and I couldn’t imagine EVER doing anything for real with Maddy, but if my wife
got mad at me just because I would jerk off to Internet porn, just imagine what
she would say if she knew who was the center of my masturbation fantasies now!
Over the next few weeks as summer progressed, things continued to escalate
slowly. It was like what had turned me on just the week before just wasn’t
enough anymore and so I had to do just a little bit more to get myself off. At
first it was just her dirty underwear that I would play with, sometimes even
going into her room to look for it in her clothes hamper. Then one day I looked
at the pool of cum I’d just left on her panties and wondered what it would be
like for her to wear them with my cum on them. Oh my god, I got so hard
imagining my cute little girl wearing panties to her friend’s house with her
dad’s fresh cum still damp in the crotch, pressing up against her virgin pussy!
Even as horny as I was it still took a few days for me to work up the courage
for the next step in my journey. After masturbating about it several times I
finally found myself standing in front of her dresser, holding a pair of her
clean panties in my hand. I looked in the mirror and then looked away quickly,
unable to look at myself while doing this. Feeling ashamed and little bit
dirty, I started to put them back. This was finally going too far. What if she
realized what I’d done? Damn, this wasn’t just porn, this might even get me
arrested! Still, my dick was like a steel rod and I couldn’t fight the
overwhelming power it wielded over me - I HAD to do it. It was like I was in a
dream as I left her room with her panties in hand, locking the bathroom door
behind me. Maybe I didn't need to lock myself in as nobody was around but then
you never know when someone might come by unexpectedly. Better safe than sorry!
Fortunately, by using her cute clean panties it didn’t take me long to get off
and soon the crotch was literally soaked with my cum. Using both hands I rubbed
the material together to allow the cum to soak in deep into the material. My
heart was pounding so hard that I thought it would fly out of my chest. Did I
really have the courage and audacity to return them to her drawer soiled this
way? Of course by the time she needed a new pair my load of cum would have
dried but would she notice it anyway? Leaving the bathroom, I almost threw them
into the laundry chute but something held me back. No matter what my logical
mind might have to say about it, I couldn’t dispose of my handiwork. The same
sexual lust that drove me to cum in her panties in the first place was now
making me hard again. The thought of stashing her cum-stained panties back
again where they would be out of my control was intoxicating. Like a zombie, I
returned Maddy’s cum-defiled panties to her dresser drawer, placing them
carefully them on top in hopes that she would wear them next.
That night all I could think about was Maddy’s soiled panties. Later when she
got ready for bed and came to the family room say goodnight to her mother and
father, I felt this incredible fear that somehow she had noticed and was going
to say something to her mom now about it but thankfully everything was normal so
far as she was concerned. Before joining my wife in bed, I was so wrapped up in
thoughts of what I’d done that I just had to jerk off again if I was going to
have any hope of ever falling asleep. Perhaps in a perfect world I would’ve
made love to my wife instead, but now all I wanted was to think about my
precious little Maddy wearing “my” panties – at least that was how I was
thinking of them now.
The next morning after we were all up, I couldn't hardly stand the anticipation.
Once again, I jerked off thinking about her wearing the cum-filled panties.
When the coast was clear, I hurried into her room and opened her underwear
drawer. Holy crap, they were gone! When I checked her clothes hamper to see if
she had tossed them in, thinking they were needed to be washed, it was empty as
well. Oh my god, she must be wearing them! I couldn't help myself, I rushed to
the bathroom and jerked off yet again to the thoughts of my dried cum that was
now rubbing up against my daughter’s pussy!
When I’d finished – and needless to say it didn’t take me very long, I joined
everyone downstairs and when I saw Maddy in her ridiculously short denims and
tank, I just about had another erection despite having just cum minutes before.
My eyes couldn't help but glance at her crotch, thinking about my cum pressed
against her pussy. Cumming on her clean panties was so perverted yet at the
same time, one of the most erotic things I’d EVER done. It wasn't like I’d
actually touched her or cum on her, yet she still had my cum against her pussy
which got me off almost just as much.
After that I took a pair of her panties and kept them hidden away for me to
masturbate with. I must have cum on that pair a dozen time until it was almost
gross – crusty and stiff with all the loads of cum that had saturated it. I
would have loved to have left it in Maddy’s dresser but it would have been
impossible for even her not to notice so eventually I added them to a load of
laundry. This time I took one her bras instead.
Until then, I hadn’t jerked off using any of her bras, just her panties. As I
masturbated using her bra, wrapping one the cups around my cock, I admired how
delicate Maddy’s bra was compared to the heavy-duty industrial-grade models that
my wife wore. Maddy’s bra had only two delicate snaps in the back compared to
the lineup of heavy clips on my wife’s. My daughter’s cups were so small and
delicate, it was hard to believe her tits actually could fit into them. I was
pretty sure she didn’t NEED to wear a bra as firm and perky as her tits looked.
The straps were incredibly thin but then what did they need to support? As I
jerked off, I imagined taking if off of her slowly, proudly revealing her
precious little tits to her dad, offering them to her father for him to hold and
suckle. God, to see actually her nipples would be so hot! Sometime they would
poke through her tanks tops and blouses and it was all I cold do not to stare.
Usually her mom would notice as well and make her change or put on a bra. Such
a shame... such a waste!
When I came, I shot my cum all over the inside of one of the cups. Then I
wrapped the cum-filled cup around the head of my cock, reveling in the feeling
of it as I twisted it around the sensitive head of my dick. It was then I
realized that my original intention of having her wear it with my cum against
her tits was going to be impossible. My cum had stained the cup so badly I
didn’t dare put it back in her drawer. Hopefully when I washed it the cum
wouldn’t show so badly.
It was a weekend when I took the next step. By now I’d cum on most of her
panties and was getting pretty brave about it as it seemed she wasn't noticing
the dried cum on the crotches. The bra had washed out pretty good but if you
looked for it, there was a slight stain in the cup where I’d cum so much so I
decided it would be best not to do it on any more of her bras. Instead, I kept
this one stashed away for my own personal use, eventually soaking both cups
numerous of times with my sperm. If she ever missed this particular one she
hadn’t said anything that I knew about. She probably figured it just got lost
in the laundry or something. After all, why would she even suspect that her own
father would steal one of her bras? Maybe her brother if he was older!
Besides, what would I do with one of her bras? Indeed, what would I do...
One day I was in her bedroom to get a fresh pair of panties when I looked at her
bed and a new idea hit me. It was so nasty but the very thought of it started
to get my dick erect immediately. Stripping off all my clothes, I stretched out
on my back, naked on her bed. God, this was the very spot where she slept at
night and here I was, bare ass in that very same place. As I laid there,
feeling my bare butt on her bed, I jerked off into the new panties I’d just
taken. In my mind swirled the most nasty thoughts of her coming to bed naked,
laying next to me with her petite nude body pressed against mine. Images of her
helping me get off by sucking her daddy’s hard cock erupted from my vivid
imagination. God, was this where she would someday lose her virginity? Was
this the very bed where she would feel a boy’s eager young dick for the first
time as it invaded her amazing teenage pussy?
As I neared my orgasm, I began to imagine it was me fucking Maddy for the first
time. However, by now I wasn't fantasizing any more about being transformed
into her boyfriend, a lucky teenage boy getting his first piece pussy. No
indeed!
For the first time ever I made a conscious effort to imagine that I was fucking
my daughter, that I was actually fucking Maddy, my dick deep inside of Maddy’s
pussy. I groaned as my cock surged as I dreamed of my little girl begging me to
fuck her, begging her daddy to give her more of his dick. God how I wanted to
hear her beg me to fuck her!
After I came, once again that Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde thing happened as it so
often did after I masturbated. It was like when my cum erupted, so did all my
hunger and lust and I was left laying there almost like I was waking from a
dream – or was it a nightmare? What had I just done? I looked at the tiny
panties I was holing in my hand, now covered with my sperm, and for a moment I
felt such an incredible feeling of revulsion and disgust it was almost
overwhelming. My god, what the hell was I doing? It was bad enough to play
with her underwear. It was worse when I started leaving it dirty in her
dresser. It was even worse when I started to fantasize about being her
boyfriend, magically transformed into a sixteen year-old boy again so I could be
with her as a peer. Now, though, I’d crossed yet another line. This time it
hadn’t been some fantasy where I rationalized my feelings for my daughter by
pretending to be someone else. No, this time I’d made no effort to hide my
feelings and lust for Maddy. This time I really dreamed I was fucking Maddy.
Just as I'll never forget that time in the basement when I first shot my cum
into Maddy’s soiled panties, I'll never forget this moment as I lay on her bed
with my spent cock wrapped with a pair of now nasty, cum-covered panties in my
hand. This was a special moment when I first admitted to myself that I wanted
to fuck my fourteen year-old daughter. Of course it would never actually
happen, but I knew now that I would always wish it did. Never again could I
look at her and see her as my innocent little girl. From now on she would be a
slutty little girl that I wanted to fuck every day.
Despite any misgivings that may have remained, it was like I had freed myself
from some unseen bonds. Admitting my true feelings for Maddy was like being
released from a prison cell where I’d locked myself away to keep from admitting
what I knew deep in my heart had always been there. Now when I masturbated, I
felt free to dream about Maddy sucking my dick, unhampered to dream about me
eating her smelly little pussy, and guiltless when I thought about how fantastic
it would feel to push my hard dick into her tight little pussy and then cum
while my dick was buried deep inside of her. Even better, since I’d had a
vasectomy it wouldn’t matter that she wasn’t on the pill and I wouldn’t have to
wear a condom. It would be exactly like it should be for her first time - my
unsheathed dick in her virgin pussy, my warm cum now inside my oldest daughter.
Of course it was all just fantasy. As horny as I would get and as often I would
masturbate about Maddy, deep down I knew that anything physical between us was
impossible. It would be the end of my marriage, possibly jail for me, not to
mention the effect on Maddy. As much as I loved to read about it, in real life
I didn't believe in incest at the time, feeling it was just an excuse for men to
have sex with a young girl that was available to him. Incest was certainly
something that I loved to jerk off to, but as far as actually doing it – never.
A wise man once said.... “Never say never.”
While I knew actual sex with Maddy was something I’d always just have to
fantasize about, that didn’t stop me from getting bolder in my thoughts and
actions towards her. We’d always been playful and now I’d look for
opportunities to hold “accidentally” grab butt or press her firm tits against my
arm or chest. At the same time I had to be careful as my wife would sometimes
step in when she thought things were getting a little carried away. Sometimes I
worried that she might catch me while I was staring at Maddy when she was
wearing a short skirt or otherwise exposing her legs and body but it seemed she
never did.
God, the more I masturbated about fucking her the more I wanted to see Maddy
naked! At one moment of weakness driven by desire for her, bought one of those
spy cameras to hide in her room. At the last minute I got cold feet and
returned it to the store. As hot as it might have been to see her alone in her
room, even my lust-addled brain knew the risk was just too great.
One of my favorite past times was to look though the Venetian blinds in the
bathroom when she and her friends were prancing around the pool or sunning on
the deck. Of course I still got off looking at Courtney, she was hotter every
day it seemed, but now I was starting to imagine her and Maddy together. My
thoughts turned to seeing the two of them in a 69 before I stepped in and fucked
them both. God, let me tell you that a LOT of cum went down the toilet as a
result of those times!
Perhaps had things stayed this way our lives would have gone on and nothing more
would have happened. Every day I would jerk off at least once while thinking of
Maddy. After the initial rush of creaming on her underwear wore off, I stopped
doing that for the most part. As much as I loved doing it, I also feared that
sooner or later my luck would run out and someone – her or her mom, would notice
the dried cum covering her crotches.
Then one night something happened that changed everything...
Honestly, I hadn’t planned on this or done anything to make it happen, it just
did. The wife and the kids were in bed so I was spending some private quality
time masturbating to some so-called “amateur” porn on the Internet. I was
wearing my usual baggy boxer shorts and an oversized t-shirt, my typical bedtime
wear. As comfortable as it was, the only bad thing about this outfit was that I
had to be careful when the kids were around as the shorts were so baggy that
there was a tendency for my dick to sometimes pop out – something that my wife
was always quick to point out. Then again, the good thing about this outfit was
it was easy to let my dick free without having to pull down my shorts. Point in
case, right now it was poking out through the crotch, hard as a rock as I stared
at some incredibly hot teenager being fucked by a variety of men and boys. Like
all the porn I watched on the Internet, she was supposedly older than eighteen –
no child porn for me. As much as I might dream about my own daughter and her
friends, I had no desire to answer the door and have my computer confiscated by
the FBI for possession of child porn. Still, I loved getting off looking at
girls that couldn’t be much past their eighteenth birthday – and looked a lot
younger!
I’d been drinking a few beers and as they say, “you only rent it”. As horny as
I was, my bladder became insistent and so I put up the screen saver in case
someone should come by while I was gone and hurried to the bathroom. We only
have one bathroom, located about half-way down the hall. My wife was sleeping
in the bedroom which was at the end of the hallway and the kids were in their
rooms meaning I had to pass them on my way to the bathroom. I rushed by their
room and quickly took care of business in the bathroom.
My return to the study was at a decidedly more relaxed pace and as I made my way
past Maddy’s room I couldn’t help but glance in. Since she was a little girl
she’d insisted on sleeping with a small lamp on which cast a low light, just
enough to allow me see her in bed. My dick, which had softened a bit after
having relieved my bladder, suddenly sprang back to attention when I realized
she’d thrown off her covers and was laying on her side. Her t-shirt had pulled
up about half-way up her back, exposing her panty-clad little butt. Her bare
legs were stretched out and looked spectacular in the dim light.
At first I just stood at the doorway, admiring the sight of my beautiful young
daughter as she laid there so innocently, totally unaware that her father was
looking at her lewdly from the hall. My breath started to quicken and I
couldn’t stop myself as my hand went to my crotch and I pulled my dick out
through the opening, stroking it slowly once it was freed. Memories of me
laying naked on her bed, in the exact same spot where she was laying now, came
flooding back and I imagined myself there now, my arms around her waspish waist
and our bare legs intertwined. God, to feel my leg pressed in between hers, my
thigh pushing up against her warm crotch, stimulating her clit through her
cotton panties. I could imagine how she would her moan softly as feelings like
she’d never experienced began to flood her youthful body.
A sound grabbed my attention and I glanced down the hall, realizing that if
anyone should come out of their room, especially my wife, they would see what I
was doing and THAT would certainly be hard to explain. Just as I was about to
reluctantly put my dick back in my shorts and go back to my porn, Maddy rolled
over onto her back, still sound asleep. Oh god, she had one leg stretched out
straight and the other pulled up, her knee bent and out to the side. The result
was a view of her crotch that she would NEVER have given me when conscious. Her
panties still covered the prize - but not by much. The t-shirt had ridden up
even higher and now barely covered her perky tits, leaving her entire midriff
from her panties to the bottom of her tits exposed. God she looked so pretty
and so damn hot!
Thus I’d arrived at yet another defining moment for me. Actually it was pretty
simple in that I had two clear choices – walk away or take another step down the
path I’d been heading regarding my daughter. As much as I’d been trying to
behave myself recently regarding her, it was hard NOT to think about her
sexually when I saw her incredible body parading about every day in all sorts of
manner of undress.
Determined to take control of my actions, I started to turn away but the sordid
urges within me were far too strong to ignore so easily. It felt almost like
someone else was controlling me, like I was some sort of mannequin. My unseen
puppet-master turned me back to her room and with a quick glance down the dark
hallway to make sure the coast was clear, I slipped silently into her room. Oh
God, what the hell was I doing? Here I was, standing in her bedroom not three
feet from her bed, stroking my erect dick as I gazed down at my sleeping
daughter. Her head was turned away from me but even so, if she should wake up
it would be impossible for her not to notice me. Even if I managed to put my
raging hard-on back in my shorts before she fully awoke, what excuse would I
possibly have for being in her bedroom at this time of night in the first place?
Despite all the alarm bells blaring in my head, my lust proved impossible to
ignore. God my poor dick felt so hard I thought it might explode! Never in my
life had I ever jerked off in front of anyone, not even my wife. OK, so that
wasn't such a big deal since she thought masturbation was disgusting but it
wasn't like guys masturbated together the way I’d heard girls often do. Sure
Maddy didn’t know I was doing it, but all the same, here I was doing it, doing
it so close to her that if she woke up and reached out she could have grabbed my
hard dick in her little hand.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long for me to cum. I say “fortunately” in that if
I’d been in there much longer, no telling what I might’ve done, Finally I felt
that irresistible sensation in my crotch that told me I’d passed the point of no
return. Keeping my eyes fixed on Maddy, I stopped stroking and just squeezed my
dick, trying to keep from cumming as long as I could, trying to make this
incredible sensation last as long as possible. There was no way anyone could
stop it now but I could delay it a little and enjoy it for just a few seconds
more. Even if she woke up now or, god forbid, my wife should enter the room,
there was no stopping me from cumming – it was beyond my control.
Just as I felt myself about to cum, I felt a sudden urgency. Damn, where was I
going to cum? I couldn’t very well just shoot it out on the floor and I’d
forgotten to bring a tissue or something to collect it. In desperation, as I
realized I couldn’t hold back any longer so I wrapped my boxers around my dick
and came, soaking my own shorts with my cum. God did I cum! All the while I
stared at Maddy, imagining I was cumming on her face, in her mouth, over her
tits, and then in her pussy.
When the last load of cum was done, I stood there almost trembling with a
mixture of lust and fear. My shorts were soaked with cum and I even had some on
my hand which I wiped off on the side of my shorts. It might seem odd but as
much as I dreamed of Maddy eating my cum, I’d never once even tasted mine.
Maybe it was hypocritical as the very thought was revolting to me yet I dreamed
many times while masturbating of seeing me cum in a girl’s mouth.
Maddy hadn’t even stirred the whole time. It had probably only taken me a few
minutes to get off but it seemed like hours had passed. I quickly retreated
from her room, feeling conflicted as on one hand it had been some of the most
incredibly erotic minutes of my life yet on the other, it had also been one of
the most dangerous and stupid thing I’d ever done.
Back in the bathroom I surveyed the damage. Damn, my shorts were a sticky mess.
Panic set in as It wasn’t like I could just go to our bedroom for a fresh pair.
In desperation I went down to the laundry room where fortunately there were a
few pairs waiting to be washed. Striping off my cum-covered shorts, I buried
them in the middle of the pile of dirty clothes and then put on the pair I’d
rescued from the wash machine. OK, so they might have been a little smelly but
at least they weren’t soaked in cum!
When I finally slipped into bed beside my snoring wife, I was afraid that I’d
never get to sleep the way my thoughts were swirling with images of sexy Maddy
sleeping on her bed. God I wished she was sleeping right next to me now! As
horny as I was though, I soon fell asleep despite my fertile imagination working
overtime.
The next morning when I went down for breakfast, Maddy was already there.
Seeing her caused an immediate reaction in my dick as I saw she as still wearing
the same panties and t-shirt as last night. Of course the t-shirt was now
pulled down to where her panties were hidden, but when she moved just right I
could catch a quick glimpse of them. She kissed me on the cheek and said good
morning while I wondered what she would say if she knew what her dad had done
not so many hours ago while she slept? Then I looked at my wife in her robe and
wondered what SHE would say if she knew? Well, I knew exactly what my wife
would say and it wasn’t something I looked forward to at all!
Again, now that I’d crossed yet another line, it became a lot easier to leap
past the next. It became a routine after about a week - me sneaking into
Maddy’s room at night and jerking off. Just once I wished she would go to bed
naked or without her panties on but she was too modest for that. Funny how it
was more than OK for her to prance around all but naked in her bikini and short
shorts, showing off just about everything else but that last little bit was
somehow too much. Each night I would move in a little closer until I was now
masturbating right at the edge of her bed, my dick barely inches away from her
pretty face. It was more dangerous to be sure, but she’d always been a sound
sleeper and if anything, the ever increasing element of risk just seemed to make
it all the more exciting for me.
Odds were that nothing more would have happened had it not been for an accident.
When I would jerk off looking at my daughter sleeping it always gave me the most
incredible climaxes and it seemed somehow my loads were even bigger when I was
by her. Probably all in my head but it certainly seem that way to me. One
night I was about to cum and I wrapped the tissues I’d learned to always bring
with me around the head of my cock to capture my sperm. As I started to cum I
closed my eyes and arched my head back, imagining I was cumming in her hot
little pussy yet again. God, the very thought of her tight pussy wrapped around
my cock was enough to get me hard any time of day or night.
When I’d finished I looked down to make sure I’d wiped myself clean when to my
horror, I saw that I must have had too thin a layer of tissue over my cock when
I came and it had burst through, shooting out towards Maddy. Most of it was on
the sheets but then I saw a few gobs of my cum in her hair behind her ear. Oh
my god, now what? There was no way I dared to touch her as she might awaken and
that would only make a bad situation worse. At the same time, my did stirred a
bit at the sight of my cum on my daughter which, until now, had only been a
fantasy I’d never figured would happen. It wasn't much, just a little blob that
was laying on her shoulder-length brunette hair, but still, it was MY cum on
her, her daddy’s cum.
There was nothing I could do so I used the tissue to wipe up what I could from
her sheets but some had already soaked in. Feeling a mixture of pride, lust
and fear, I left her room with my heart racing. Deep down I knew it was wrong
but I just couldn't get the image of my cum on my own daughter out of my head.
Sure it was on the back of her head in her hair and odds were she would never
notice if assuming she took a shower first thing in the morning. Even so, I
know I would always know and it made my cock stir just to think about it.
All the next day I couldn't get that imagine out of to my mind. Damn, I
masturbated three time just thinking about it!! If only I had a photo of it
which made me think about whether or not I should try getting pictures of her
sleeping, maybe even with my cock in the shot. God, if I could somehow get a
photo of my cum in her hair I might never go soft again!
That night when I said goodnight to Maddy and the rest of them, I couldn't wait
for them to get to bed and asleep. No sooner than they were out of sight than I
had the camera out. My biggest concern was the flash but I figured so far as
she was facing away then it shouldn’t be a problem. For some reason, she always
seemed to sleep on her side facing away from the edge of the bed. Even when she
was on her belly or back she would turn her head away form the edge, as if she
was avoiding some monster that might be lurking out of sight. It reminded me of
something I once read in s Stephen King foreword, something like he knew there
were no monsters under his bed, but he ALSO knew that if he lifted both feet off
the floor at the same time that the monsters couldn’t get him.
The next hour seemed like days. My dick was so hard already just thinking about
my plans that I almost came in my shorts like a teenage boy seeing his first
porno. That wouldn’t do as I wanted to be sure to have a big load ready for my
daughter’s modeling debut (that was how I liked to think about it). It was
strange in that I was so horny I never even thought about the potential
devastating consequences of my proposed actions. As I waited, I browsed through
some of our family photos where Maddy was wearing a bikini or shorts, gently
stroking myself as I maintained a steady erection the entire time. My dick was
oozing precum almost continuously which just made it all the easier to stroke
myself.
FINALLY it seemed I’d waited long enough so I carefully crept down the hallway,
first going all the way to the end to see if my wife was asleep. Yep, snoring
like a drunken sailor as usual. It was so erotic – NOT!
The younger kids I wasn't worried about as they never woke up during the night
unless there was a storm or something major happened – like Christmas Eve. Soon
I was back at Maddy’s room, peeking through her partially open door. In the
soft glow of her lamp I saw she has half-covered with one leg thrown over the
top of the sheets but the rest of her under it. Damn, couldn’t see much of her
this way! It was still a bit erotic in that I could see her panties were pulled
up tight into her crotch and into her butt crack, exposing a good bit of her
cute little ass. Oh well, I figured it would just have to do for tonight.
It was pure inspiration that struck me at that moment, what more can I say? To
make it even more hot for me I decided to drop my shorts so I was standing there
with nothing but my t-shirt on which did nothing to hide my erection. Damn! I
could barely contain myself as I stood just a couple feet away from my thirteen
year-old daughter, practically naked with my hairy crotch totally exposed to her
should she suddenly wake up. What would she think if she turned and saw her
father standing there holding his hard dick in his hand as he stared at her in
bed? Well, I knew what I WISHED she would say. God, I’d masturbated about
THAT enough times already!
Holding my breath, I held the camera up to get a good shot of her leg and half-
exposed bottom. The flash went off and my heart leaped to my throat but she
didn’t even twitch. Emboldened by my immediate success, I moved in closer and
shot one of her thigh with my hard dick in the frame. Checking the results, I
saw the flash left a shadow of my dick on her leg which was pretty cool. Shit,
I was so horny it felt like my dick was going to burst!. Bending my knees, I
let my dick rest on her thigh and I almost came just from the feel of her smooth
leg against my sensitive dick.
For the first time ever my erect dick was actually touching my daughter! Sure
it was only on her upper thigh but still, it WAS touching her and that’s what
counted. I rocked a little, just enough to move my dick against her leg and
started to shoot a few pics of it so I could masturbate to them later. In the
last couple of shots I actually held my dick in my hand and pushed it gently
into her leg, just enough so that in the pic I could see the indentation where I
was pressing my cock into her soft flesh. Just then she made a slight sound.
In my dreams it would have been a moan but it was probably more the result of
some dream or whatever.
With my heart pounding, I stood back and started to jerk myself off. It only
took a minute or so before I could feel the cum welling up in my balls and soon
I reached the point of no-return. My initial idea had been to cum on her leg
but at the last second I chickened out and shot my cum on her panty-covered ass.
It would have been a lot better had her panties not been in the way but seeing
my cum on her panties, soaking through to her skin, was hot enough as it was.
Damn, I’d forgotten to get a pic of me cumming on her! I was still pretty hard
so I quickly positioned my dick next to where I’d cum on her panties and shot a
couple of pics for my later use. As much as I wanted to rub it on the bared
portion of her butt with my dick, suddenly I was blindsided with post-orgasm
remorse. Feeling extremely dirty and realizing for the first time just how
exposed I was, I grabbed my shorts and quickly pulled them on. Taking one last
look, I left her room and headed back to download the pics into the computer.
The last thing I needed was for someone to find those on the camera!
After I downloaded the pics I set up a slide show to watch them. Even though
I’d just cum not more than a few minutes ago, I was already getting hard as the
pics sequenced through and I saw my dick on the screen against my daughter’s leg
and then against her butt next to the cum I’d just deposited on her. As much as
I should have been in bed by then, I couldn't help myself and I started to jerk
myself off as I kept staring at the pics. It was hard to believe I’d actually
done it yet right in front of me was the proof, captured for all time.
The next morning I was sitting on pins and needles at breakfast as the reality
of what I’d done was making my stomach do somersaults. Maddy wasn't down yet
and I was petrified that somehow she’d noticed the mess I’d left on her panties.
Had they stuck to her when the cum dried? Pulling them away from her butt, did
she wonder what it was that was on them and how it had gotten there? Would she
tell her mother – who would instantly recognize it for what it was and know
there was only one way it could have gotten there?
When Maddy finally showed up, apologizing for being late, a tremendous sense of
relief surged through me, followed by one of the most erotic sights I can
remember. She leaned over for something in the kitchen and I caught a glimpse
of her panties – the same ones I’d cum on during the night! It wasn't enough to
see where I’d cum but still, it confirmed she was still wearing them – and
unknown to her, with her dad’s cum still on them!
So now I’d gone from fantasizing about my daughter, to jerking off while
watching her sleep, and now finally actually cumming on her AND taking photos of
my deeds. My biggest dream, of course, was that she would someday wake up and
see my dick and beg me to fuck her. At the same time, my biggest nightmare was
that someday she would wake up, see my dick, and scream for her mother. For the
moment, the nightmare was enough to keep the dream in check. As much as I
lusted for my daughter, as much as I masturbated over and over thinking about
how it would be to feel my dick in her pussy, deep down I knew it would never
happen. Still, that didn’t stop me from dreaming about it and masturbating
every day about my precious daughter. It also didn’t deter me from making my
nightly excursions into her room.
Another week later and my most private photo collection was becoming quite
extensive. While I never had the courage to cum on Maddy where I knew she
couldn’t help but notice it, that didn’t stop me from cumming on her elsewhere.
By now I even had pics of me actually spurting my cum on the back of her head –
perfect timing if I say so myself. My most prized photo clearly showed the cum
squirting from my dick and making an arc to the hair on her head where a
previous load had already landed.
Overall, my favorite photos so far were ones I took on nights when she was
sleeping on her stomach. My heart had been beating like a machine gun that
night because for some reason she had her head turned towards my side of the
bed. Damn, if her eyes had opened there would’ve been no time for me to react,
Still, I was so hard and horny that any morsel of common sense had long
disappeared from my decision making process. Maddy had one leg pulled up and
the other stretched back which exposed her crotch like a little slut. Her
panties were actually pulled up against her pussy tight enough for me to see the
outline of her slit! It was pure heaven to see my daughter with a camel-toe.
It was all I could do not to put a finger inside and touch her pussy but even as
horny as I was I didn’t have THAT much courage. Still, I got a great shot of my
dick right up against her crotch, not pressing hardly at all but just enough you
could tell in the pic that I was actually touching her pussy through her
panties. Then I shot my load along her ass crack and the last one even managed
to run down her crotch. Needless to say, I can’t tell you how many times I
masturbated to THOSE pics afterwards!
As much as I got off to what I was doing, there WERE those times during the day
when I’d sometimes come close to having a panic attack as I would think about
what I’d been doing lately with my daughter. Each morning there was that moment
when I was sure I would hear her calling for her mom, soon to be followed by the
worst moments of my life. But the feeling I had when she would appear and I
knew she didn't have a clue what I’d done to her just hours before more than
compensated for everything. Almost every morning I had to jerk off after
breakfast from being so excited watching Maddy eat with my cum on her somewhere.
There WAS one morning when I thought the jig was up. I’d cum in Maddy’s hair
again – a LOT this time and when she walked into the kitchen I could see her
hair was sort of clumped together in back where I’d cum. My heart practically
froze as I knew what was causing it to stick together while at the same time my
dick sprang to attention like Pavlov’s dog. Oh my god, what if her mother
noticed? Well, my dick certainly didn’t care and as much as my mind was telling
me it was stupid thing to do and that I should never do it again, my dick was
screaming to me with pride, reminding mw how hard I’d cum seeing her last night
in bed.
That night I almost didn’t go to her room as I was still a bit shaken from the
close call during breakfast. When I got to her room, my intention was to just
glance through the door and then return to the computer and jerk off to my ever-
growing album of Maddy cum shots. What I saw made any thoughts of playing it
safe disappear in an instant. Damn, she was on her back and her t-shirt was
almost all the up to her tits! Instantly my dick took control of my actions
and drew me into her room. Indeed, it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.
By now I had it down to a routine where I would go in her room, drop my shorts
and first take a few pics of her in whatever position I found her. In this case
I took more than usual as she was laying flat on her back, arms to her side and
her legs both stretched out but parted more than enough to get a great view of
her crotch. Her panties barely covered her pussy, loose enough to where I could
almost make out a wisp of her pubic hair. Her thin T-shirt was bunched up to
the bottom of her boobs, exposing her stomach and torso from her crotch to her
tits. Actually, it wasn't all that much more than she showed in her bikini when
I saw her tanning, but it was the circumstances that made this totally insane
for me. After all, when she was tanning her father wasn't standing over her
half nude, nursing a massive erection!
For the first time ever I took off my own t-shirt and stood there nude beside my
daughter. It seemed only right that I be totally nude as I jerked off for my
daughter. That’s how I was thinking about it now – that I was jerking off FOR
HER, not for me. Whether she knew it or not was immaterial. It felt
exhilarating to finally be totally naked in the presence of my thirteen year-old
baby girl, like I was now being totally open with her, hiding nothing, literally
baring myself to her. If only she could see me now, see the unbridled lust and
passionate love that I had for her as evidenced by my oh-so-hard erection. No
matter what else I might say or do, my cock made it pretty damn obvious how I
felt about my daughter.
In all the time that I’d been visiting my daughter’s bedroom, I’d never had the
nerve to try and shift her clothing or do anything that would result in
revealing any or her more “private” areas. Even though I’d pushed my dick
against her panties many times now, I’d never dared to come close to doing the
same with her face or tits. No doubt if I’d been in a sane state of mind I
would’ve never even considered taking such a huge risk but when you’re standing
totally naked with your dick all hard beside your sleeping daughter’s bed, I
guess you can’t be truly sane to begin with.
Gingerly I reached down and took the bottom of her T-shirt between my fingers.
Reaching under, I pushed my fingers up until I felt the very bottom of her
breast. Just that slight touch was enough to make my cock jump and I knew at
that moment I couldn't stop myself from what I was doing. Hell, I didn’t WANT
to stop myself!
Slowly and carefully I lifted up the t-shirt and then I saw it, what I’d only
dreamed about for so long. There before me, bare and exposed in the soft glow
of her lamp was Maddy’s perfect breast. God it looked so beautiful, nothing
compared to the sagging boobs my wife was sporting these days. Then I carefully
pulled the other side up and stood up, staring at her now totally exposed chest.
Oh my god, I wanted to reach down and kiss those perfect little nipples, to lick
her firm breasts that pointed upward without the slightest hint of sagging to
the side. They were perfect. They were my thirteen year-old daughter’s
breasts.
A couple of quick shots with the camera and then I stood closer so my dick was
in the pic with her breasts as well. I was dripping precum like a leaking water
hose and I knew if I so much as even started to stroke my cock it was going to
erupt like a sperm volcano! Instinctively I leaned forward, allowing the tip of
my dick to brush the side of her incredible breast. Oh my god, it was
unbelievable.
For the first time ever I was actually touching my daughter’s breast with my
dick! A slight smear of precum was left behind when I backed away but I
doubted that she would notice it later. My mind was screaming at me to stop but
my lust pushed it away and retained control. There was no way I was going to
stop now, not when I’d come this far. Taking deep breath, I leaned a little
more forward, allowing the weight of my dick to rest on her nipple, covering the
entire nipple with my precum. A quick couple of pics and then I couldn’t take
it anymore. God, I simply HAD to cum before my balls exploded.
Standing back, I started to stroke my dick. My hand was covered with precum
making it slick and sure enough, in less than a minute I was ejaculating all
over the small throw rug beside her bed. Of course I would’ve preferred to cum
all over her boobs but even in the demented state of mind that I was in, THAT
would have been going to far and even my lust-laden dick couldn't convince me to
do it. I quickly rubbed the cum into the carpet with a tissue and then took on
last long look at Maddy’s fantastic boobs. God how I wished I could caress them
and suck on them. Would I ever again in my life have this opportunity? Would I
forever regret not taking advantage of this when I had the chance?
The next morning I was having a really difficult time hiding my super-hard
erection while Maddy was sitting across from me. As always, her nipples poked
out a little through her T-shirt but not quite enough to draw her mother’s ire.
All I could think about was how they looked when not being hidden behind that
damn t-shirt! Memories of my dick touching her nipple, the sight of my precum
wetting it as it glistened in the soft lamp light was enough to make me
practically cum in my shorts without even touching myself!
It was rare to find Maddy on her back and exposed like she’d been that night so
it was over a week before I got another chance to see her wonderful breasts. It
was almost exactly the same as the first time and again I was in heaven as my
daughter bared her chest for her father. OK, so she didn’t know she was doing
it anyone looking at the pics I took could’ve easily thought she had her eyes
closed due to the flash.
I’d done a lot of thinking and masturbating about what I wanted to do the next
time I saw her breasts, much of which I knew I’d never have the nerve to pull
off but it still got me off plenty of time. To suck on her nipples would be the
ultimate but even as soundly as she slept, THAT would have been pushing it over
the top. Even so, to hear her moan as I suckled on her exquisite breasts
would’ve kept me in masturbation heaven for weeks! Still, I did manage to
summon the nerve to reach out and gently touch her breast, using my thumb and
forefinger to gently squeeze it and admire the firmness of her young teenage
tit.
Looking down her torso, I noticed her panties were not quite as tight as those
she usually wore. In fact, these seemed quite loose and it almost killed me
when I saw them open slightly along her crotch where her thigh ended. Damn, so
close yet so far! I’d yet to get a good view of her pussy, just the outline
of her slit when they were tight and the small lump created by her mound. Below
those panties was the ultimate prize – Maddy’s pussy. How often did she touch
herself there? Did she orgasm when she masturbated? There were just a couple
of the questions I wished I could ask her.
What the hell, I’d come this far (no pun intended) so why not take a peek?
Slowly I reached down and gently grasped the top of her panties at the elastic
right above the middle of her crotch. Ever so cautiously, holding my breath the
entire time, I lifted it up and peered underneath. The light was too dim to get
a good view but it was just enough for me to see the covering of her furry pubic
hair. Obviously she wasn't shaving her pussy – yet. I wondered if any of her
friends were shaving theirs yet. Gasping for air, I kept them up and took a few
shots. Ironically, when checking the pics I saw that the flash had illuminated
the area under her panties such that the pics actually gave me a better view of
her pussy than what I was getting live. I would’ve loved to have slipped my
dick under those panties and feel her soft pubic hair caress my shaft but there
was physically no way to get in that position without straddling her in bed.
Even I could somehow muster the courage, it was just physically impossible to
accomplish.
Letting her panties drop, carefully not to let the elastic snap, I finished
myself off standing there beside Maddy’s bed, eventually cumming on her rug.
Lately I’d sort of gotten into the habit of not fussing with the tissue and just
letting it spill on her rug. So far I didn’t notice anything as the cum seemed
to be absorbed pretty well and the multicolored pattern hid any stains
perfectly. Besides, it felt better to leave my cum behind in her room, even if
it was just on the rug and not on my daughter where it belonged.
A few nights later I was disappointed when I saw her position in the bed.
Usually she laid on her side, facing away from the bed edge. Now and then I’d
find her on her back or belly but her side was her favorite position by far.
Many a night I’d fantasized about getting in bed behind her and spooning her
with my hard dick. For whatever reason tonight she was facing towards me and
had her arms crossed over her as if she was protecting her tits. The way her
legs were I didn’t even have a good view of her crotch or but I never grew tired
of admiring her awesome legs. They still needed to fill out a bit but I loved
them the way they were. Maddy’s tanned legs LOOKED like a young teenager’s legs
(which I guess makes sense since they were) but you know what I mean – I was
seeing them live and in person. My daughter’s legs were sensational and she
certainly seemed to know it based on the shorts she loved to wear all summer
that barely came down past her butt (much to the annoyance of her mother).
Maddy looked so peaceful and innocent, not like a slut at all even though that's
what I wanted her to be, at least when she was with me. Every girl should want
to be her daddy’s slut and give him everything he needed. Often I would wish
that she would wake up and see me standing just inches from her face, my erect
dick almost brushing her cheeks as I stroked it. Ponce when I was getting close
and it looked like I’d soon be cumming on the rug again, she moaned softly in
her sleep. She did that a lot it seemed, sometimes scaring the crap out of me
until I grew accustomed to it. I liked to imagine she was dreaming of me
fucking her the way a daddy should fuck his daughter
My hand got slippery as precum oozed from the end of my dick, signaling I was
getting close so I slowed down just a little to stretch out this moment a little
longer. If anything, it made it feel better to use my precum when I stroked my
dick as it lubricated my shaft. Maddy’s precious face looked so tempting and as
I stroked more I got closer until I was less than an inch from her face. I took
a couple of pics as I knew later I’d never believe I’d actually gotten my cock
this close to her face.
It was purely an accident, at least I like to believe it was. Well, definitely
the first time it was an accident as I never would’ve had the courage to do it
on my own. Maybe I convulsed a little involuntarily as my dick throbbed, maybe
I slipped just enough, I don’t know. All I DO know is my dick suddenly touched
her cheek, pressed in just a little and then pulled back, leaving a string of
precum between her cheek and the end of my dick. Oh my god! I pulled back a
little more and the string broke off, leaving a slight track of precum on her
cheek. I HAD to have a pic of this so I risked the flash in her face to take a
couple of shots. Damn, now THIS was worth the price of admission as they say.
Since I’d now done it once, what would it hurt to do it again? It’s not like I
could say now in my defense that I’d never touched her face with my dick. What
the hell, could I really get in any more trouble doing it two or three times
than just once? Well, if I was going to do it then I may as well do it right so
this time I carefully approached her face and rubbed the tip of my cock ever so
gently on her cheek. God damn, this was unbelievable!
My mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions and desires at that point. God,
what the hell was I doing? If she opened her eyes now there was no plausible
explanation for what I was doing. Standing in her room masturbating would have
been hard enough but this? No, this was unexplainable as there was only one
explanation – I was touching my dick against my daughter’s face – period. At
the same time I couldn't remember ever feeling such an amazing sensation as I
did at this moment. Even the first time I had sex didn’t compare to this
experience. This was special, unique and hot as hell – a rather ironic point as
hell was where I’d probably be going for what I was doing now with my trusting
young daughter.
It was hard to feel guilty as after all, when would I ever have this opportunity
again? In the delusional daze I was often in when I masturbated about Maddy, I
could rationalize about anything, regardless of how thin or fabricated the
excuse. After all, Maddy was my daughter and I had a right to do with her as I
pleased, didn’t I? Well, in my sex-crazed mind I could’ve probably justified
about anything and this was not the least of what I was dreaming of doing to
her, not by a long shot.
Ever so gently I touched my dick to her lips. Now THIS was what I’d really been
dreaming about when masturbating lately. Of course the ultimate would have been
to fuck her, but to have Maddy’s sweet lips on my dick easily ranked number two,
leading it’s closest competitor by a mile. Her lips were parted just a hair as
she breathed heavily through her mouth. It was so perfect. My heart felt like
it would pound its way out of my chest as I held my breath and watched intently
as I pushed my dick ever so slightly between her lips. There was no way I could
get the whole thing in her mouth but I COULD get part of the head between her
lips, just enough to qualify in my book as a technical BJ. Eventually I got
maybe a half inch or so in her mouth when I took a pic that I would treasure
forever. Damn, I had a pic of my own daughter sucking my dick, something I bet
most every of her friends’ father wished he could do to his daughter – and maybe
mine as well if they thought about Maddy the same as I thought about their
daughters.
In the heat of the moment I almost did it but thank God I caught myself in time.
Suddenly my cock decided it was time to cum and as all men know, once that
decision is made it becomes irrevocable and as inevitable as the sun rising in
the morning. Quickly I stepped back as my cum began to spurt out of my dick.
To my horror, and then my ultimate turn-on, a little bit of it was left on her
lips because I didn’t back away fast enough. Fuck, Maddy had a bit of my load
on her lips! Well, that pic was destined to be another that would always be a
part of my masturbation album favorites. It wasn't much, not nearly what I
would have loved to have deposited on her lips and tongue, but it would do.
The rug absorbed the rest of my cum as I just came and came. It was like
buckets of sperm were flowing out of me as I looked at my daughter’s mouth and
saw my cum on it. Just then she stirred again and in desperation, I grabbed my
shorts and didn’t even take the time to pull them on as I rushed from her room
before she woke up and found me there. My entire body was trembling with lust
and fear as I heard a door opening upstairs and footsteps to what seemed to be
the bathroom. It had to be Maddy and I wondered why she was getting up to use
the bathroom, something she almost never did.
It was like torture as I couldn't take the uncertainty. Better to find out once
and for all now than to spend the night sleepless. On the one hand, I wanted to
jerk my cock while thinking about her sucking my dick, but on the other hand I
trembled with fear that she knew what was on her cheek and mouth. My legs felt
like spaghetti as I went upstairs, acting lie it was the first time that
evening. Sure enough, Maddy was leaving the bathroom just as I got there. She
looked more like she was sleep-walking than conscious but then she saw me and
smiled a little before shuffling back to her room. I couldn't see if there was
any cum on her face so either she had wiped it off (perhaps just now in front of
me) or I just missed it. In any case, she certainly didn’t seem to have
anything to say to me so I had to guess that she was totally unaware or she did
this sort of thing more than I’d realized with her boyfriend and I was just
another dick in her sleep-deprived state.
That was the first, and as it turned out the last, time Maddy ever sucked my
dick. First, there were hardly any opportunities ever again to have do such a
thing and then there was my basic fear that sooner or later I’d be pushing my
luck a step too far and everything would come crashing down around me.
Now that I had literally hundreds of photos of her in various states of undress
(my prize, besides the BJ ones, was when I once got the courage to pull her
panties aside enough to actually see her entire pussy. That was a night
destined to be burned forever in my sordid memory as not only did I get to see
it, but I also got close enough to smell my daughter’s pussy as well.
Intoxicating would be putting it mildly. Lord only knows how badly I wanted to
touch my dick to her exposed pussy but I just couldn't work out the positioning
to where I could get my dick that close without almost certainly waking her. I
DID touch it briefly with my finger ever so gently, just enough so I could brag
(well, at least to myself) that I’d actually touched my daughter’s pussy.
Still, it wasn’t like I tried stimulating her clit or pushing a finger up her
virgin pussy. I knew there was no way a girl could sleep through THAT!
Now I keep all those incredible photos on a memory stick that I take ridiculous
precautions to ensure never falls in the hands of ANYONE besides me. I do that
because once my wife was searching for some family photos and she asked me what
this album was and when I realized what she was seeing in Windows Explorer was
not what I wanted her to see! Somehow I managed to divert her attention long
enough to move the directory and then later I copied them all to the memory
stick and hopefully that will keep her from ever stumbling across them again.
It’s too bad I'll never get to touch my daughter’s pussy with my dick. After
doing her mouth, for several weeks I kept looking for a similar opportunity with
her pussy but it never seemed to work out quite right. I wanted so bad to do
the same with her pussy that I’d done with her mouth – not push it very far in
but just enough so the pic would show I’d penetrated her virgin pussy. Now THAT
would have been the number one pic in my album, don't you think?
Looking back, I still can’t believe what I did during those few months. If it
wasn't for the photo album, I might even start to think I’d just dreamed it all
up. Now when I sit down at my computer, my shorts down at my ankles, I look at
those hot pics of her body and of my dick in action with her and I remember
every moment like it was burned into my memory.
Every father should have a collection of pics of his daughter sucking his dick,
don't you agree?
My Sleeping Daughter