Perverts 'R' Us

Lusty Laziness

By Martin Meerkat (modified by The Purvv) ( M/f, cons, inc-fath/dau )

It was an early Saturday morning and instead of my pajamas, I lay in bed wearing an old T-shirt and wide boxer shorts. I dressed that way the night before to make myself a little more comfortable in the August heat.

My wife had just left for work and Daimira had just slipped under the single blanket and made herself at home on top of me, which she had been doing almost every weekend for years now, although for the past few months I had become very aware of my daughter's femininity. She had recently turned twelve and was quickly growing into a tall and supple pre-teen. In addition, some of our movements against each other, if not totally sexual, were at least physical enough to make me aware that my little daughter was not totally innocent.

We also began talking more openly than fathers and their 12-year-old daughters don't usually. Just the fact that neither of us ever told my wife everything that we said to each other should give a hint that we both seemed to know that we were saying things to one another that we probably shouldn't have been.

Since I am not that tall myself, she recently had taken to moving about my raging early morning erection by letting it poke up between her legs and buttocks and firmly resting her young femininity on top of it as if riding it. Whether or not she was aware of it, I wasn't quite sure, but different little things she had said to me in our private little thing, made me believe that Mira knew what it was that was sticking into her young little body.

The morning heat had made me drowsy and I kept on snoozing while my daughter rested her head on my shoulder. In the pleasant haze of our early morning get together, I tried not to think of my arousal as she occasionally wiggled about. Nonetheless, I was becoming more and more aware of my own feelings and shortcomings.

Although I would never have tried anything with Mira, I realized that I had a real problem that had to be controlled. Hell, on more than one occasion I had masturbated in the privacy of my bedroom, my mind conjuring up a picture of my little girl. What made matters much worse was that I think that she was actually tempting me with her moves on me, her words and her intense stares.

I lay back and lazed in happy enjoyment of my lovely daughter's proximity. Feeling the firm softness of her body lying on top of me, smelling her sweet warm girl fragrance and hearing her breath and playful grunts and little squeals as she made herself at home made me feel very happy and warm towards her.

"That's happening to you again down there, isn't it dad???" she whispered with a wildly naughty grin that had distinctly hungry undertones and for the first time that I noticed, she deliberately rubbed her crotch against my dick, which by now had escaped my shorts and stuck up between her legs in the most powerful erection in ages.

With a start I noticed that she had no panties on and that her hot little girl's parts were moistly kissing the shaft of my staff. Daimira sighed and with brash insistence rubbed her moist little slit eagerly up and down my equally eager and enjoying erection.

"Hmmmm.. I like thisss, unhhh..." she whispered.

That was probably the last chance I had to avoid disaster, but I gave in to my weakness, telling myself that this was cute and maybe even hot, but still I was in control. I fooled myself into thinking that I could stop and chase her at anytime, but just wanted to enjoy her for a bit more.

"It makes me feel so...so...so hungry down there, daddy!" she softly murmured as she increased the pressure and pace as if to get even more and better from what she was doing. OH MY GOD!!!!

Twelve years old or twenty, it didn't matter. My daughter already had me in her web...and I do believe it was her doing, not mine.

"Oh, my little princess..." I managed to groan, almost overcome by my desire to take her then and there and I firmly embraced her to allow her to squirm even more intimately, to stimulate herself upon me.

"You feel so nice daddy...It's okay I...I'm not hurting you am I? This is...okay to do?"

As she moved about it was obvious that my daughter was feeling woman feelings. Whether she realized it or not I didn't know but she was arousing herself as well as me, by moving on me. I think somewhere in the back of my head I was switching from simply thinking of her pleasing herself to me wanting to do more with her.

"Yes, my sweet little darling! Enjoy... It's so nice to do this with you!.... Oooo, you are so nice and... wet..." I continued to encourage her as I started to move with her to help her find the delicious oblivion of orgasm.

It was clear that her young body, still unaccustomed to sex (or so I thought) was intensely reacting to the arousal of the moment and the stimulation of the meeting of our genders. Our groins became wetter and more slippery with Daimira's lubrication, and our parts met in a frenzy of wet noises.

My daughter's movements became even more urgent and rose to a feverish pitch as I met her in her thrusts and gyrations.

Her breath came in gasps, sighs and halfway intelligible moans of pleasure until she let out a deep quivering moaning sigh and collapsed on top of me while continuing to frantically rub herself against my rod.

Then she was uttering heated words of her pleasure; words that told me that my little girl was more experienced that I had suspected. "Ohhhhhh, Daddyyeee, that feels sooo nicee!!! Ooohhhhh that's soo much better than I could ever do it myself!"

The whole experience of having my lovely young daughter reach her orgasm so intimately with me, moved me deeply and, aside from my now being sexually aroused, it made me feel horny and emotional at the same time.

My daughter was eagerly rubbing herself into me as she was bringing herself to an orgasm.

"Ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhh…!!!"

She had reached the peak and as I watched, I was amazed at the wild look of pleasure as she completed.

I gently stoked her wild golden-red curls and then held her tightly and listened to her breathing; felt her heartbeat as she came to rest and recovered from her lust. Through it all, my prick stayed rock hard.

I suppose that I should have been mad at her or ashamed at either her or myself, but strangely I wasn't. Instead, I was actually excited that my little girl had been able to come off from rubbing against me. Secretly I suppose that I hoped that my consent and willingness would encourage both of us to go to the next forbidden level.

Daimira nestled and lazily cuddled with me and soon her regular breathing told me that she had dozed off. I watched her face and carefully studied each and every little thing that I loved so much in it: her hair that framed it in a flaming red mane, the freckles on her forehead that blended the golden brown specks with the creamy white and the beautifully expressive eyebrows; her long eyelashes that always seemed to accentuate her now closed eyes, which when open always seemed to twinkle with a happy, mostly mischievous quality; the small jaunty, perky nose that, together with her delicate high cheekbones gave her an elf-like appearance; her beautiful cheeks, now showing the ebbing blush of her excitement and arousal with a vague contented smile that made tiny, but so infinitely charming dimples; her already full and generous dark pink lips that, slightly parted, showed a glimmer of her pearly white teeth; her elegantly pointed chin that hinted the firm and sharp pride with which she always asserted herself without ever having to become too forceful; the fine line of her jaw and the gracefully long neck.

The collar of her nightshirt had become untied, the tiny buttons having given away to her brash cavorting, exposing her creamy white and soft firm girl-breasts crowned by pointed, nearly full-grown nipples which had proudly raised themselves in her arousal and was now slowly relaxing. I sighed and my little girl stirred and mumbled sleepily with a soft little purring moan.

"Oooo, I could spend the whole day with you this way, dad. I'm soo relaxed now and I feel so heavy and lazy."

I sighed again, contented although still very much aroused and by now with a tremendous stone-ache.

"Shh, hon. Let's just enjoy the morning this way," I murmured as I gently hugged her and Daimira hugged me back.

We listened to the morning sounds that drifted in through the open windows; the chirping of birds, the happy barking of a dog a couple of houses away, the ringing of a kid's bicycle bell and in the distance the knocking sound of someone using a hammer on wood.

"Was that good for you, sweetheart? Like really good?" I asked and now Mira looked up at me. At first she shyly smiled, a tiny little bit awkward, but as she saw my smile without any trace of disapproval, she nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! You bet it was, dad! I came like, like...like a freight train, like a kind of a happy tornado, like a huge wave of warm fuzzy, happy tickly feeling in my belly and my 'thingy' and all at the same time!" she admitted and again pushed herself leisurely and luxuriously against me.

I was shocked at her words but forced myself not to show it. Hell, I was finding it hard to believe that any 12 year old could talk like that and even feel as she described. She was again moving about on my throbbing cock. I didn't know if I could continue to allow her to use me, and not be able to try to take advantage of her. I was running a little short of breath with that stimulation going on, but managed to contain myself as we again settled back in our pleasantly lazy enjoyment of the moment.

Daimira smiled contentedly and continued a slow, enjoyable move against me, sending waves of stimulation through me. After a while her movements became more urgent and more pressing and I also noticed that she lubricated profusely, again covering our groins with her young female juices.

The smell of my daughter's juices soon became clearly noticeable and intoxicated me. At one point she perked up and seriously watched my face with a sly little smile forming around her adorable lips before she started to whisper naughtily, if somewhat hesitantly.

"Dad? I feel like... I feel... I feel like doing it again, but then for real - - and with you, daddy."

With amusement she studied the effect she made on me with what she had so boldly confided and apparently I was unable to conceal my desire.

"I really, really, really want to make love to you dad! I want your big ding-a-ling inside my little thingy and I want it badly daddy!" she demurely whispered and then smiled at me with her most winsome brilliant and longing smile.

To say that I hadn't thought of that would be a blatant lie, and my body ached for her, longed for her and wanted nothing less than enter her and find release and lustful satiation in her fresh and young supple body. I had to call on my last reserves of resolve to keep myself from immediately giving in to that and to not take her then and there.

"Honey, I ... I'm proud that you would want that, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought of doing things with you, baby, but I'm not sure. I mean, you know that I want that as well, but let's be careful now. I would love to make you feel good, by having sex with you but... I mean, I could hurt you... You are still so young....and I'm not really that big, but still... I would never, ever want to hurt you. I want you to know that."

I couldn't believe how much I was stammering. I even felt myself blush, being so uncertain and unsure about where this was going; but Daimira grinned hungrily and giggled naughtily.

"Hah! Hurt me? You think I'm too young for that? Well daddy-dear, let me tell you, remember me going off to girl-scout camp three years ago? Now that's where I lost that pesky little piece of skin that closed off my thingy and I have used the handle of my hairbrush almost every day since. Heck, I think I was six when I had my first orgasm and I've always been horny. I think I was born that way. Isn't that what they say about redheads? Well that's me!! Sometimes I even sleep with something stuffed into it. I took the handle off one of my old hairbrushes and when I feel really, really nasty I go to school with it stuck into me and then I fantasize about fucking and sex and things all day long. Hang on now, dad, we're going to have some fun now!"

I was in complete shock. My little daughter whom I thought to be so pure was close to being a self made slut at 12!!! I wasn't sure if she was really that experienced and wild, but if she was only half of that, she probably would enjoy my taking her.

Seeing my astonished face, she giggled wildly again, bounced up, threw back the blanket and deftly pulled her nightshirt over her head. I didn't know immediately how to respond, but that didn't matter since Daimira had taken the initiative and by her actions and obvious intentions, was not likely to give that up.

I lay in anxious silence as my daughter then unbuttoned the single button of my shorts and nearly tore them from around my loins.

"Aw, c'mon dad, off comes the shirt!" she giggled, and then started plucking away at it. I was over the edge by then. Silently I pulled my T-shirt over my head and lay back, speechless.

"Ya know, Jason once tried it with me, but he never managed to get it in 'cause he came before we really started doing it. Kind of a bummer and he never tried it again," Daimira wistfully continued, a little breathless as she cuddled and pressed her lithe firm naked body against mine. I guess that she wanted to excite me to her feelings when she told me about her brother. Next thing I knew, my daughter pushed me down on my back and straddled me, and rested herself on her arms, with her hands on my shoulders.

"Now my dear daddy, we are going to fuck and we are going to do it NOW!!" I barely recognized my dear young little daughter who from one moment to the other had turned into a hungry vixen with a brazen lustful smile.

With a deft movement of her abdomen the youngster positioned her warm and wet femininity upon my ramrod and pressed down. I felt the heat of her body radiate on the purplish swollen knob of my manhood and then felt her body open up to me, allowing me to enter her and venture into the most intimate part of my young little daughter.

"Ooooo, daddy, yeahhhhhh."

"Nnnnnnnggggg," I groaned.

It felt as if a soft and warm ring was opening as the tip of my penis entered her, the ring nearly snapping in place as the ridge of my cockhead was received by it. I was overwhelmed with the intense feeling of delightful hot stimulation.

My 12-year-old daughter now closed her eyes and her lips were slightly open as she struggled and bucked to get more of me inside of her. She moaned and her breath came in small gasps that followed the deft rhythm with which she bucked her hungry young womanhood against my slowly intruding member. I don't know whether she had exaggerated her sexual prowess to impress me, but it was obvious that the size and length of my manhood gave her difficulty to receive it inside her. It was not until I actively started to take part in our coupling by following her rhythm and thrusting up to her that I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the youngster's tightly squeezing temple of love.

Then, suddenly it struck me. I was actually fucking my own beautiful little daughter, the apple of my eye, the one who I secretly found to be the ultimate prize of my marriage. Still I could have stopped it. I could have turned back from where we were going, but I also realized that under the circumstances and the mutual arousal that would have hurt both of us so I surrendered to it and continued to move along in our dance of incestuous coupling.

The stimulation and torrent of primitive arousal was too strong, the urges too forceful and deep. She wanted it. I wanted it. We both wanted it badly!!! I felt the first droplets of pre-cum course through the firmly lodged tip of my member as I thrust upward to enter her deeper, deeper into the kneading tight firmness of her sex, deeper and closer to the deep raging fire inside her belly.

We went at it, father and daughter each adjusting to one another, our breath following our rhythm, our bodies becoming sweaty and fragrant, in turn exciting us further and whipping us up into a wild frenzy as we tried to complete our coupling.

Very slowly, a tiny little bit with every thrust Daimira stretched and there where she eased up I further penetrated her; her slippery moisture aiding me. Finally, after I don't know how long a span of delicious coupling, she collapsed in uncontrolled spasms on top of me.

"Daddy... <gasp> ... daddyyy... <gasp> ... take meee!... <gasp> ... fuck me.... <gasp> ... help me to get all of you into me... <gasp> ... and fuck me!!"

How she knew what to do, I don't know whether it was instinct or what, but she then hungrily kissed me on my mouth; quickly her tongue flitted into my mouth where it butterflied around and danced with mine. My little Daimira fully opened up to me and we shared our breath; our moans and grunts reverberating in each other, completing the unity of our bodies into that deliciously wicked double headed, many limbed beast of lustful incest incarnate.

I firmly embraced the youngster and pulled her close to me as I forcefully bucked myself up to her; entering her yet another tiny little bit deeper. Then I rolled her over and without leaving her delicious churning hairless slit I landed on top of her.

Daimira opened her legs as wide as she could and pulled her knees up to give her daddy the easiest access to her wanting young womanhood.

Now being able to control things a little easier I started to move in a slow gentle flowing motion, while coaching my now wild and nearly uncontrollably bucking daughter to follow my tempo.

With every thrust I entered deeper into her, forcing my throbbing flesh into her sucking young pussy as she allowed me deeper penetration and made feel welcome into her by kneading, caressing and coaxing, almost sucking it into herself.

Finally, I reached the depths of my daughter's pussy as her labia kissed the base of my staff and her little clitoris rubbed along and up against the upper side of my swollen and surging manhood. I felt the firm and hot knob of her cervix meet and thrust against my sensitive and ultimately stroked and stimulated tip of my penis.

We moved in unison now, Daimira tilting her pelvis up to meet my thrusts and I straining my loins to enter yet deeper into her, her feet locked behind my buttocks and spurring me on to ride her harder, deeper and faster towards her ultimate delight. We now were moving with me setting the pace and guiding my young daughter and lover, by moderating her wild gyrating and humping movements and channeling them to what pleasure and stimulation that I could lead her, towards her delight and enjoyment.

I broke the intimate kiss, lifted myself and sought out the nipples of her yet unformed breasts, kissing them, sucking them in and tasting the intoxicating salty mixture of our sweat and savoring the soft, yet firm texture of her swollen girl's nipples. With my hands I caressed her yet unformed breasts that showed themselves as low freckled mounds of her creamy skin. That seemed to send an almost violent shock of pleasure through my little girl.

"OHMYGOD DADDDDDDEEEEE…"

She audibly drew in her breath and her hot cunt reacted by constricting around my penetration, gripping it with that most powerful muscle and milking it with the rippling sucking spasms of her young and tight young girl's vagina. She was cumming!!!

"Oh daddy, oh, oh yeah, daddy yeah...AHHHHHH!!!" As she was reaching her orgasm a high jubilant squeal left her mouth as she squeezed her eyes firmly shut in the intense exultation of joy that nature rewards the ultimate act of bodily union with. At that point I could no longer hold off and I felt my balls tightening, my member growing even firmer and stronger.

I felt the wave of seed coursing from deep within me though my staff, fighting to defeat the resistance of the constriction by her tightly clamping vise of her pussy and giving me a formidable storm of delight leading up to my own orgasm. Then it reached the head of my staff and I exploded into the hottest and all consuming incestuous explosion; the longest climax that I ever had.

"Ah, baby nnnngggg, daddy's oh baby, I'm cummmmmingggggg."

The knowledge that I was propelling my living seed into my own young and so willing and wildly receiving daughter's womb nearly robbed me of my senses as I pumped torrent after torrent of my white hot sperm into her.

Daimira was still going through the throes of her own climax and at the height of our spasmodic union in unholy delight, our incestuous coupling, she dug her nails into my back and bit me in my shoulder until it bled. Of course it hurt, but in the heat of our explosion of lust it only served to propel me to even higher levels of enjoyment.

Her love muscle seemed to suck me even deeper and our bodies pressed against each other to become even more one than we already were as we rode out on the crashing waves of our orgasmic ecstasy. We were as close to being one as we would ever be and as it appeared we would be for as long as we would want us to be.

Finally, the maelstrom of feeling, smelling and enjoying each other subsided and our movements became slower, more controlled, yet flowing, still savoring the fading zenith of our raging delight.

Eventually settling into the soothing rocking in contentment and fulfillment, we held each other, nuzzling each other and whispering, moaning sweet little words that must have come from our deepest most primitive selves. Daimira looked at my face, sweat streaming from her forehead in the hot morning air, her eyes still in the far away look of dreamy peace after the ultimate experience of bodily satisfaction.

"Ooohh, I love you dad!" she hoarsely murmured and her vagina still cramped and pulsated around my likewise still firm manhood that twitched as the last droplets of my seed were coaxed from it into her.

"As I do you, sweetheart!" I grumbled in reply.

And then, in an autonomous reaction, I pushed myself deep into her again. After the incredible explosion of our lust, it felt so good just to be inside her and to stay there, remain one with her in a union of own blood, even deeper than that of the family that we, each individually formed part of. The thought of that re-ignited the glowing embers of my lustful desire and I, slowly and gently started to move again.

Daimira must have felt the same, since she met me with upward thrusts of equal gusto and gentleness, if somewhat in surprise at first.

"Oooeew, again daddy? Oohhh yessss that's fine with me. Hmmmm, yeah!! make me come again!! Uhhhrr I want more of it. This is the best I could ever have hoped for. I wanted it. I want it every day and I wish I had done it a lot earlier!... <gasp> ... Yeahhh that's it daddy... <gasp> FUCK MEeeeEE!...

<Gasp> ... <gasp> ... <gasp> ... EEEyeaaah pump me full of you!!! I love you daddy!!" she softly called out.

We kissed again, deeply, as only lovers in sinful union can, mischievously savoring the sweetness of our sexual union, the joy heightened by the taste of forbidden fruits. Before long, we were rutting away, and without stopping for anything, rode each other to orgasmic oblivion again.

The End