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Chandra Caught Me
By bobby
My daughter is fifteen, and for the past two years I have fought a
serious battle with my desire to have sex with her. I know she's my
little girl and that to fuck her would have terrible psychological
effects on her--and for all I know, on me as well--and would be
horribly wrong for any number of reasons. Yet the desire persists.
I've always been attracted to teen girls anyway, but my own daughter--
Chandra is her name--is so scrumptiously hot that I can barely contain
myself. Several times I have snuck into her room and snatched a pair
of her soiled little panties for my own masturbation purposes. The
smell of her little cunt is so fresh and sweet, and it mixes so
powerfully with the sour little whiff of sweat and urine that are
always present too. I inhale my daughter's sexy odor and pull off my
big cock until my sperm--the very sperm that gave produced my hot
little baby girl--squirts out forcefully in five or six massive
spurts. I always put her panties back where I found them, taking care
never to stain them with any telltale cum. I told myself that even
jacking off while sniffing her underwear was going way too far, but
also I felt by doing that I was keeping myself from doing anything
worse.
Things recently got worse. My wife's sister got sick and so my wife
had to leave town for a few weeks. I was just my daughter and I at
home alone that whole time. I did pretty well for a few days, not
doing anything worse that smelling her panties and beating off. The
first Saturday my wife was gone, however, something happened. I told
Chandra that I had some work to do at my office and that I would not
be back until mid-afternoon. I got done with the work much more
quickly than I had anticipated and arrived back at our house just a
bit after 11. As I turned on to our street, I saw that there was
black Mazda parked in front of our house. I recognized it: it
belonged to an older boy--Rick or Rich or something. He was 17, I
think that Chandra had been on dates with a few times. I had some
idea what might be happening, so I drove past our house and parked one
street over. Quietly I let myself in and slowly crept up the stairs.
I heard the very sounds that I hoped (and feared) that I would: the
faint squeak of bed springs, little soft yelps from my daughter--
something like "mmmnah, mmmnah" and then a little yip or two like a
small dog might make--and heavier grunts of effort from an obviously
male voice. Chandra's door was closed and I stood outside listening
for a few minutes. The boy's breathing got faster and more ragged; he
was very close to cumming. I thought about that young penis spurting
all its semen deep inside my daughters tight little pussy. It made me
very hot--I was rubbing by cock rather roughly through my jeans,
trying not to make any noise--but it also made me jealous. Why
couldn't I be the one squirting into my daughter's little cunny? I
certainly loved her more than this silly high school boy and I was
certain I could satisfy her more completely too. (I could tell the
boy wasn't going to be able to hold back until Chandra was ready for
her own orgasm.) The boy let out a sharp gasp, and I knew he'd cum. I
slowly made my way back down the stairs and out the door.
I was hoping and praying that they had heard nothing. I went back to
my car and drove around for an hour or so, listening to the radio and
trying to make my hard-on go away. Finally, it subsided partially and
I drove back home. The kid's car was gone. When I went inside and
started up the stairs, I heard the shower running faintly. Chandra's
door was cracked; I snuck into her room and smelled a distinct smell
of sex. Not wanting to disturb anything, I pushed my nose gently
close to the damp spot on Chandra's sheets and inhaled that luscious
aroma deeply. Then I quickly went to the bathroom inside the master
bedroom, turned on the shower, and jerked myself to a copious orgasm
in about ninety seconds. Sperm shot everywhere. I'd never cum so
hard in my life. All I could think of was that spicy sex odor on
Chandra's sheets and the sound of her voice, those little moans she
made while getting fucked. I cleaned up, stepped into the shower, and
told myself that I was moving down a dangerous path. I resolved to
put my sexy little girl out of my mind.
I didn't have much luck with my resolution, however. That night I
slept poorly, waking up rock hard at least three times. Twice during
the night I jerked off, the sound of my daughter's voice and the smell
of her sweaty little muff tying me in knots. But I didn't try
anything with her; I didn't rush to her room in the middle of the
night and force my cock inside her tight little pussy--even though
part of me wanted to do so very badly. But I made it through that
night.
The next afternoon my daughter went to the mall with some friends of
hers. As soon as she was out the door, an idea occurred to me: phone
sex. I could call a phone sex service--I did this once in a while
anyway--and request an incest fantasy. Immediately I tried to talk
myself out of it. Wasn't this a step beyond jerking off while
sniffing Chandra's panties? I couldn't decide. Also, wouldn't it be
embarrassing to be down in the records of the phone sex company as an
incest caller? (Was that more embarrassing than being in their
records as a caller who liked to be seduced by babysitters, which is
what I usually requested? I decided it probably was.) At any rate, I
wrestled with the dilemma for over an hour and then finally gave in.
I decided I wanted this to be a long slow call, so I bought an hour,
much longer than my usual 15 minutes. I told the operator I wanted
the girl to be my fifteen-year-old daughter and for her name to be
Chandra. I was absolutely stiff. My stomach was twitching; I was
shivering with the thought of something so taboo.
The call was going well. After half an hour or so the girl and I had
settled into a pattern: I was instructing my daughter how bad and
insensitive it was to be a cock-tease. I was telling her that I knew
a way to cure her of her teasing ways, and so on. I remember saying
something like: "Chandra, honey, you need to be shown how boys like to
be treated. I want you to suck my cock, and when daddy is satisfied
that you can do that well enough, I'm going to push my cock up inside
your little pussy and make you squeal. And if you try to tease daddy,
I'll get a lot rougher with you, and make you take my cock inside your
sweet little butthole. That's right honey that would hurt. But I
don't want to hurt my little girl. So open up and show what a good
little daughter you can be by sucking daddy's penis." Something like
that anyway. There was a knock at my bedroom door--Chandra was home;
I was so into the fantasy that I hadn't heard her come in-- "Daddy?"
she said as she swung the door open. I had time to hang up the phone
roughly but not time to cover my swollen cock.
"You're home early," I said, trying to cover up.
She was staring at my erection. "Who were you talking to?" she asked
me. "I thought I heard you saying my name."
"No, I didn't say your name honey, I . . ." I saw her eyes take in
the porn mag open to phone sex ads spread beside me on the bed, the
American Express card next to the phone on the night table.
"I know about phone sex, daddy," she said, coming closer. "Were you
pretending to have sex with me?"
I was floored. I nodded.
"I know you sometimes steal my panties daddy--what do you do with
them?" She moved closer, sitting down beside me.
I said, "Chandra this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this. Think
of your mother." Then she leaned across me and popped the head of my
cock into her mouth, and licked and sucked me with a girlish
eagerness. I felt bad, terrible, and somehow that made me hotter
still. I stroked her hair and she looked up at me with my wife's eyes
while slurping and kissing away. That did it. A huge wave of sperm
gushed forth into Chandra's mouth. It was too much for her; she
choked and gagged a little, my dick came out of her mouth and shot a
squirt or two into her hair for good measure. "Wasn't that better
than phone sex daddy?" she asked me as I slumped guiltily back on the
bed. "Wasn't that better than how mommy does it?"
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