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CUSTODY OF CHELSEA Mg-f, nc, mast, rom
Author: Rusty
Following six years of constant unhappiness and discontent my wife and
I
amicably divorced. Our marriage was bore out of uncurbed passion and not
one of love. Matrimony became only compulsory as a result of my
indiscretion. I got her pregnant. She was only 16 and I 18. Perhaps the
positive of our union was a beautiful little girl. Born to us was the love
of my life. We named her Chelsea. As was generally the case, the ex was
granted custody of our sevenyear-old daughter. I did have liberal
visitation rights and usually got to keep her over the weekend.
When she was seven or eight she would be frightened at night come crying
into my bed.
"Daddy I am so scared. Can I get in your bed?" she would say.
"Sure honey you'll be ok," I would reply and she jumped up and got in
bed with me.
Nothing evolved and I never gave thought about her occasionally getting
in bed with me. However, over the next several years, for some reason the
bed routine continued. I don't think either of us had sexual thoughts or
intentions. Very simply, she felt stability and security in my presence.
In addition the bed routine, she insisted I give her a bath because her
Mother always did. I would each evening fill the tub with warm water,
assist her in removing her clothes and help her into the tub. I would
lather her up from head to toe. She loved for me to rub her back with a
bar of soap. She also seemed to enjoy me rubbing the soap between her
legs. By the time she was 10 she was bathing by herself, but still felt
comfortable in being naked in front of me.
Although she had not had her first period, she was well versed in sex
by
age eleven. I believed that I should be open and honest about the subject.
We discussed the various aspects of sex regularly, such as masturbation,
birth control, her periods and so on. We did not exclude incest and spoke
about the stigma attached. On the other hand her Mother considered
anything related to sex subject best left undiscovered.
Sex was never a consideration when I would snuggle up and hold her.
Eventually we would fall asleep and awake the following morning with my
princess still in my arms.
As she matured the practice continued.
She would say, "Daddy hold me real tight."
With her back to me, with my legs drawn up I would pull her closely to
my body. I noticed one occasion when we were in bed she gently ground her
little butt against my penis. It felt so good, I acted as if nothing was
wrong.
This continued for many weekends thereafter. One night when we were in
pose, I became exceedingly aroused and ejaculated in my shorts.
I said, "Chelsea, I'll be right back Daddy has to go to the bathroom,"
and proceeded to clean up my cum. Not having sex on a regular basis and
resorting to masturbation the change was exhilarating to say the least.
The following morning I was taking a shower when in walked Chelsea.
Out of the clear blue sky my now 12-year-old daughter said, "I made you
cum last night didn't I?"
I was shocked, stunned, and somewhat embarrassed, but always being
forthright, I bashfully said, "Yes you did. I think we need to talk."
Over breakfast I said, "Chelsea, you are getting too old and should not
be sleeping with Daddy. It is not proper. If your mother found out she
would take you away and have me put in jail"
"But, Daddy I love you and I promise no one will know other than me and
you." she said as she flashed her pretty blue eyes at me.
Needless to say our sleeping arrangements remained the same. She would
regularly rub her sweet little butt around my cock until I ejaculated.
Each time excusing myself to go clean up the mess.
On evening she said, "Daddy why don't you just put a condom on. That
way it won't be so messy."
"Chelsea, I can't believe you said that," was my surprised reply. These
days preteens know more about sex than I did at twenty.
"Daddy for Gods sake I am not any little girl. I know all about
condoms," she said, "Me and Sara talk about stuff like that all the time.
I
have even seen the kind her Dad uses. And oh yes I saw the ones you have
in that stand beside the bed."
"My, you are quite the lady of the world."
She was right about one thing she wasn't a little girl any more. I had
to start keeping tampons and pads in the bathroom for her. She was also
developing a shapely figure. Soon she would be thirteen although she could
already pass for several years older.
Her firm little tits seemed to be accentuated by her perfectly curved
butt. She had also become very beautiful losing her baby features. She
was now a very petite young lady with short blonde hair, blue eyes, 5' tall
and maybe 75 pounds at the max. Basically she looked all grown up in a
little girls body.
We had both become very open minded. Seeing each other naked after
taking a shower or changing clothes was never given a second thought. She
was a knock out without clothes and yes I was taking note of her body. I
paid particular attention to the peach fuzz sprouting between her legs.
She was a true blonde both top and bottom. Regardless of how tempting and
erotic her pubescent body was I kept my distance.
By now clothes were another facet of her life. Regularly we would go
shopping for the latest fashions.
"Daddy, I want this," and since she had me wrapped around her little
finger, would get her what ever she wanted.
If it looked sexy I found myself lusting to see her wearing it. She
loved the fashion and I loved the expression.
While at the mall one evening, she towed me into Victoria's Secret.
"Daddy will you please buy me these," she said with that puppy dog look.
She already owned at least a dozen pairs of sexy panties, but assured
me
she needed more. I wasn't sure if they had sizes small enough for her.
The shapely young clerk causally winked and assured me they did.
"We have these panties, that are on sale, in an extra small," the young
lady said.
"I would guess you probably take a 32-B bra."
"Do they make them in 33?" Chelsea asked.
I was getting stiff from looking at the merchandise. Not only did I end
up buying her panties, but matching bras for each color and against my
better judgment several sexually alluring nightgowns. The sales clerk
loved me I am sure.
Later that evening she casually displayed them for me. My little girl
in nothing more than panties and bra turned me on. God she sure looked
good. Puberty was treating her well.
"Damn it Sweetheart, you are getting Daddy aroused,"
Always saying what was on her mind and never at a loss for words, she
expounds, "Am I giving you a stiffy?"
She was indeed doing that.
Later that evening we once again cuddled up in bed. Despite my protest,
she had worn only a pair of her new sheer bikini panties and bra. Black
no
less.
Knowing what she was about to accomplish she said, "Daddy, you had
better put a condom on or you will be messy" I reached over to the
nightstand and got one out.
"Let me watch you put it on," she said quickly turning on the light.
As I rolled it on I could not help but notice her panties were pulled
slightly to one side highlighting the lips of her pussy and just a bit of
her pubic hair. It was very tempting, but I knew better.
Turning out the lights we got back in bed. She once again gyrated her
little ass against my cock until I came.
Chelsea was approaching her 13th birthday. I told her if she wished she
could invite several of her friends for a sleep over. Chelsea was
ecstatic.
When her Mother dropped off Chelsea and her best friend Sara, I was
dismayed. My first impression was who are these hookers? I could not
believe the short skirts, skimpy tops and makeup they had on. I figured
if
her mother hadn't said anything it was not my place now.
Shortly thereafter one by one, four or her other friends showed up.
Most of them were more conservatively attired. At the same time their
short skirts or shorts drew attention to their developing young bodies.
I
was almost a little weary to take them out to dinner. At age thirtyone I
was still being carded when I bought beer. I was wondering what people
would think. This single guy and six young girls.
Nevertheless, we proceeded and as it turned out had a great time.
Sitting across from them I could plainly see Sara's panties as she crossed
and uncrossed their legs repeatedly. Sara's little black thong was a great
sight. I had to believe she was intentionally flashing me.
"You are so cool," Sara tells me and continued with, "I wish my Daddy
was as young and good looking as yours."
Later that evening Chelsea confessed to me Sara had deliberately put on
a show to see if she could get "My Daddy turned on."
The other girls, giggled and chatted about who was going out with whom.
It appeared the were all having a great time.
Once back home they all proceed to get into their night apparel. I
watched the eleven o'clock news on TV. One by one they must have paraded
between the kitchen and bedroom at least a dozen times. On each occasion
I
would admire their sexy wardrobes. Sara was a bit more developed than
Chelsea. I would guess 34B maybe. It also appeared Sara had considerably
more pussy hair. She was not wearing any panties and through the white
nightgown you could clearly see every detail of her tender body. It was
almost as if Sara was taunting me to sexually approach her.
Chelsea had told me before that Sara was not virgin. In fact she said
she was only nine when she had sex for the first time. I never bothered
to
take the conversation any further, but pictures of getting into Sara's
pants ran trough my mind.
The four other girls were equally tantalizing. Some of them more
developed than others. Megan was very small, but extremely attractive.
Her breasts had yet to bud and her skin as pure as a baby. Of course she
was also the youngest of the group at being only 12 by three months.
Other than for provocative and sexy Sara, Megan was perhaps the least
modest of the group. She sat sideways beside me on the sofa as we chatted
for a while. She was wearing a long t-shirt and sitting with her legs
crossed I could easily glance at her pink cotton panties with little red
hearts on them. They appeared to be one size to big as you could plainly
observe her perfectly smooth female physique through the leg opening.
Our conversation continued for some perhaps thirty minutes while the
other girls giggled and ran about the house. For the entire duration I
repeatedly looked at her panties and perfectly smooth vaginal lips. Not
once did she make an effort to be more lady like.
On the other end of the scale was Maria. Of Italian decent she had
beautiful olive skin and jetblack hair. She was the most developed of the
group. I don't know what her measurements were, but her breasts exceeded
all of the others. She tended to be more reserved so any panty shots were
closely guarded.
In the middle of the spectrum was Erin. She wore only a t-shirt and
bright yellow panties, which were clearly visible. Average in size, but
light red hair. I could only imaging what a beautiful mound of auburn
pubic fuss must lay beneath her panties.
When they were finally ready to go to retreat to her bedroom, Chelsea
came over to give me a goodnight kiss as she had always done for as long
as
I could remember. I could not help but notice her gorgeous little breasts
plainly visible through the nightgown. Likewise she noticed the tent in
my
pants.
She kissed me, reached between my legs and said, "Sorry Daddy, I can't
help you tonight."
I laid in bed stroking my self to the thoughts of all those tender
bodies only feet away. What a pussy smorgasbord. Damn, I thought how
wonderful it would be so nice to lay each of them. After I ejaculated, I
snapped back to reality.
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Chapter 2
Custody of Chelsea. - Chapter 2
Several months passed. Our bond and relationship continued to grow.
When her mom wanted to take me to court for more money, Chelsea convinced
the judge she wanted to live with me. After several legal battles, I was
granted custody of Chelsea. How sweet it was. Now my "ex" had to pay me
child support.
We seemed like a perfect match. Chelsea really helped out around the
house without ever having to be told. I could not have hired a better
housekeeper. Chelsea was the lady of the house.
I was letting Chelsea go on supervised dates. The boys were crazy about
her and I naturally thought everyone of them wanted to get between her
legs. She had always been a good student and was doing well in school.
Life in general was great and I felt proud of my little girl. She was
growing, as any normal teen should.
Our sleeping accommodations continued the same although not as regular.
However, each time we went to bed together we both knew it was for the one
purpose of making me cum and giving Chelsea equal gratification.
Although I was dating off and on Chelsea knew I was not getting sex on
a
regular basis. Between work and taking care of my Daughter I really didn't
have time for an ongoing relationship.
"I'll take good care of you Daddy," she said, I am sure referring to my
need for sexual relief. Always she would make me put a condom on. On
several occasions she asked and for reasons unknown, I let her put it on
me. Once again I knew this was not normal, but it felt so innocent not to
mention stimulating.
At some point our interdependence moved to a different level. Rather
than rub her butt against me, she casually and innocently started to pump
me off. I in turn would gently rub my hand between her legs. Often when
she would feel me cumming, she would simultaneously have an orgasm.
Sometimes she would take my fingers and place them where she wanted them
on
her clitoris. Moving my hand about her wet pussy and making her climax was
rewarding to me. It felt so pleasurable and natural for both of us. We
knew what we were doing was taboo, but we always seemed to find some
justification.
It had become obvious once Chelsea found out how great an orgasm was,
she wanted to do it more and more. She acknowledged that she was
masturbating at least once a day. It was already conspicuous to me that
she was enjoying self-gratification as her panties in the laundry always
showed signs of her activities. I assured her there was nothing wrong with
masturbation and told her Daddy did it regularly.
Soon our little get-togethers were not just limited to my bed: her bed
listening to music, the sofa watching a movie, out on the boat. We
eventually even took showers together and everything seemed to become less
and less taboo.
"Daddy, I love being in the shower with you. The water spraying down
on
us is so stimulating."
Stimulating was hardly the word for it. We would lather each other up
rubbing the soap from head to toe.
"Daddy, remember when I was little and you gave me my bath. You used
to
rub the soap between my legs and it really felt good," she said.
"You can do it again," she said. "Please?"
Just then I dropped the soap. As I knelt down to pick it up, I raised
my head and right at eye level is her gorgeous peach fuzz pussy. What a
beautiful sight.
"God honey you look so good, I'd love to kiss you between your legs,"
I
gasp.
Without the slightest hesitation or reluctance she said, "Oh Daddy you
can do whatever you want."
With the water gently running off of her body I place on hand on each
cheek of her butt and pulled her pussy to my lips. Ever so softly I ran
my
tongue lengthwise though her clit. She became exceedingly aroused. Even
with the shower running I could taste the juices emanating from within her
little body. I could not help myself and continued as she became more and
more aroused. I had become so excited myself that I thought I was going
to
shoot my load without even touching my cock.
Instantly she screamed, "Oh I am cumming.....................Oh my
God.................oooooh."
"Please stand up Daddy let me pump it out of you," she said.
No sooner had I come to my feet than she grabbed my penis and started
to
stoke it. Within seconds I was spewing my cum all over the place.
"Chelsea, we have got to stop this relationship as it is. This is
wrong. We are committing incest," I tried to rationalize to my beautiful
and fully naked daughter.
For being only thirteen Chelsea was very mature in her thinking and she
was extremely articulate.
In a very prolific dialog Chelsea said, "It is only wrong in the eyes
of
others. Between you and me it is a beautiful convergence of our love and
understanding of each other."
Wow, that was heavy. It was almost as if it were being read from a
book.
Continuing with, "We do not have to share with anyone else what we do.
I
have no guilt and I don't want you to either."
"We are not the only Daughter and Father that do these kind of things,"
she concludes.
"What makes you think other people do this," I ask.
"Well Sara and her Dad do it and they have done more than we ever did.
They have sex all the time."
"You mean they have intercourse," I ask in amazement.
"Yes Daddy they fuck, pardon my language, at least twice a week and she
has been doing it since she was nine."
"What's more, Sara's Brother and Mom do it too."
I had read stories, checked out incest sites on the Internet, but I
never realize it could be reality.
Aghast by what I had just heard, we dried off and put on some underwear
and retreated to Chelsea's room where we discussed Sara's family more in
detail.
"Did you tell Sara about the playing around we have been doing," I
asked.
"Yes, Daddy I did, but don't worry she won't tell anyone. In fact I had
promised her that I wouldn't tell even you about her and her Dad."
And then to my amazement she blurts out, "Sara's Brother wants to break
my cherry, but don't worry, I promise I won't let him."
"He has taken his clothes off for me before and I have watched him jack
off, but that is all."
"He jacks off for his sister all the time and they have masturbated each
other."
"Please don't get mad, but I jacked him off once because Sara wanted me
to."
"It was kind of fun, seeing him get off," She continued.
If I wasn't already experiencing information overload and still
recovering from shock when she said, "See Daddy we are not the only ones
that have intra family relationships."
We then continued to dress and left to go out to dinner. After
finishing with a rich chocolate dessert, Chelsea convinced me we should go
for a walk and burn off some of the calories we had consumed. While on the
rather brisk stroll we once again spoke of Sara's relationship with her
Father and how much she appreciated and enjoyed it.
Chelsea kept telling me just how much Sara like having sex with her Dad.
I kept pressing for more information about the intricacies of her
activities. My thirst for knowledge had become insatiable. Her details
about the various positions they used made my penis erect and sparked my
curiosity. I was so horny I nearly asked Chelsea if she would give me a
hand job.
After working up perspiration we returned home and took separate
showers. I took a cold shower to get rid of my raging sexual urges.
Chelsea went into her room and I into mine. I was just about ready to turn
the light out when Chelsea came in wearing a rather plain floral cotton
robe.
"Daddy I am scared, can I get in bed with you?" she said with a twinkle
in her eye and a smile.
"Lets snuggle like we used to," she chuckled.
That is all it took to make the blood flow to my lower extremities.
With that I turned the light out. With my back turned, Chelsea removed her
robe slipped under the covers.
I then got under the covers myself and scoot towards her. I wrap my arm
around her to pull her closer.
"You don't have anything on," I said.
"Nope, I am plum naked," was the snickered reply.
"I love you so much Daddy."
"Daddy, now don't get mad, but can we have sex?" she said in a serious
but gentle voice.
"Honey we shouldn't," I said. "It is just not right."
However, recalling our conversation earlier about Sara really had gotten
me in the mood.
"Please, please Daddy, I want you to show me what it is like, Please
Daddy."
"But sweetheart I might hurt you. You are still a virgin."
"Daddy I know, but you will be gentle. Please," she pleads
"Are you sure," I ask, thinking she will have reservations.
"Yes, Daddy hold me tight."
I then caressed her and gently kissed her breast. I felt her tiny
nipples becoming stiff. At the same time ran my hand to the peach fuzz
that I so dearly loved. I could feel my erection becoming even firmer.
Chelsea reached for my waist and pulls my briefs down over my hips. Then
she clutched my penis and softly wrapped her hand around it. With an ever
so delicate touch she stoked me.
"Daddy, you are getting wet. I can feel your pre cum and it is getting
me so excited," she said.
And I replied, "You are getting wet too, Sweetheart. I want to get you
very moist before I try to enter you."
"Oh Daddy, you are making me feel so good and I am getting so hot. Keep
rubbing your finger where you are, it feels soooooooo gooooood." she
expounded, while breathing heavy.
"Sweetheart, wait just a second while Daddy puts on a condom."
I explained that I was using a Trojan Ribbed. I told her the
lubrication would make it more gentle and the ribs enjoyable.
"Oh Daddy hurry. I am so hot."
I continued to massage her clitoris and run my finger gently in and out
of her vagina. Her fluids were flowing and she was becoming even more
moist. She moved her hips with each movement I made with my finger.
I moved to the foot of the bed and spread her legs. With the glowing
light of the clock I could plainly see her beautiful little body. I
couldn't resist and pressed my lips against her pussy. Her juices were
ever so sweet. The smell of her body captivating. My penis was throbbing.
With every movement of my tongue she moaned.
"Oh my God.................Daddy I am going to cum"
Continuing the rhythm, I could feel the contractions with her body. I
could then sense a moment of rest.
"Sweetheart, are you all right," I ask.
"Yes, I am fine. It is so wonderful," she expresses. "I have never
felt this good before."
With that I lift myself to my knees, spread her legs a bit further and
bend her knees slightly. Her pussy was flooded with moisture and presented
itself as so inviting. The thought of putting my cock between her legs and
slipping into her was electrifying.
I moved further forward and slowly proceed to place my cock at the
entrance of her vagina. My penis touched her body and she wrapped her arms
around me, pulling me closer.
The tip of my penis was now resting at the very entrance of her love
canal. I pressed forward.
Very gently I inserted a little more.
"Am I hurting you Sweetheart?" I asked.
"No Daddy, I am OK."
Just then I sensed discomfort, as she bit her lip and a tear flowed from
her eye.
I withdrew a bit, and she said, "Daddy I'll be alright."
Very, very gently I brought my body closer to hers and felt my chest
against her breasts. Her nipples were erect. I continued to insert more
and more. Every movement seemingly brought grimacing pain.
And then the pain turned to obvious pleasure. She moved her hips in
synchronization to my thrusts. With each stroke I injected my penis deeply
in to her very receptive pussy.
"Daddy, this feels absolutely wonderful," she exclaims.
It did feel wonderful. I could sense the tightness of her vagina
tugging at my cock. It was as if her pussy was sucking the cum form my
penis. Heavenly.
Our rhythm continued in perfect harmony. After perhaps there or four
minutes I cold feel myself about to explode.
"Honey, I can't hold back any longer. I am going to cum."
I could feel the semen bursting from my penis and exploding into her
body, only restrained by the condom.
"Daddy, let it go.........oh I am going to cum too."
"Oh, Sweetheart, you are making me feel out of this world." I said as
my
orgasm pinnacled.
As we relaxed, Chelsea said, "Daddy, thank you ever so much. That was
the best first time any girl could have."
"Daddy I am glad you have custody of me."
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Custody of Chelsea - Chapter 3
After having had intercourse the first time with my Daughter, regardless
of how pleasurable it was for both of us, I decided I needed to cool it.
I
made a vow that I would never touch her again. For about the first ten
days I had no problem. Each time I felt any sexual urges I would retire
to
privacy and jack myself off. I intentionally tried to avoid any physical
contact whatsoever.
On two occasions Chelsea had ask if she could come lay in bed with me.
"NO," I curtly and authoritatively said.
It was very emotionally draining. I wanted to nothing more than just
to
hug Chelsea, but was afraid it may lead to other emotions. The stress took
its toll on both of us.
Finally one evening Chelsea came to me in tears and said, "Daddy why
don't you love me anymore. I still love you just as much now as before."
The look on her little face and the tears were more than I could
embrace. It was an exertion for me to hold back my own emotions. I wanted
to cry, but Daddies don't do that.
"I do love you Sweetheart," I said. "Come here and let me give you a
hug."
As I held her closely with her breast against my chest, I told her how
sorry I was and how I avoided her. "We need to have a very long talk, I
said."
"Why don't we order a pizza and we'll have a talk," I suggested.
"I want anchovies," she yelled.
"Let's do half and half," I insisted. Chelsea always was different when
it came to a lot of things. Anchovies being one of them.
As we finished the last piece, Chelsea said, "Daddy let me talk first."
"OK."
"Daddy, I know why you have been upset lately. Ever since we had sex
you have been really different."
"I know Honey and I apologize," I said. "Maybe I was being a little
nasty."
She went on to say, " I don't feel any different and I don't know why
you do. I am not mad at you for what you did. I am OK with it and I want
you to be too."
"Maybe I was a little grouchy too last week. It was my period, but I
am
all done now. When I am lighting firecrackers you know I can be a real
bitch," She cutely replied.
We talked for several hours and shared our emotions with each other.
The conversation gave us a better appreciation of each other and most
importantly erased any guilt we may have had.
It was getting late and I had to be into work early. Chelsea needed to
take a shower so she would be ready of school in the morning. So while I
continued to converse she slowly took off her clothes one article at a
time.
She unzipped her shorts and let them drop to the floor. Great, another
pair of sexy panties, this time a coral color, were in my view. She then
pulled her tee-shirt off and I was looking at a matching coral bra, while
at the same time trying to maintain the conversation.
She kicked off her sneakers and then unsnapped her bra and let the
straps slide over her shoulder. Finally, in an almost seductive move
pulled her panties down, slowly exposing her pussy and let them fall to the
floor. Oh my God, how gorgeous she appeared. Her perky little tits and
that blonde pubic hair was virtually more than I could resist.
And if that was not bad enough, she then put her shapely and slender leg
up on the side of the bed with her pussy perfectly conspicuous and said,
"Daddy do you think I should shave my legs tonight?"
I gingerly gave her a pat on the butt and said, "Get your little ass in
the shower."
Surprisingly, I had been able to carry on without becoming too aroused.
While she was in her shower I went in to my bath and took one myself. I
got out put on a pair of comfortable shorts and a tee shirt, then sat down
to check my email.
A few minutes later Chelsea come out wearing a white midriff tee shirt
and dark blue bikini panties. Her cute little belly button was fully
exposed in the 8" to 10" area between the bottom of her tee shirt to the
top of the lace on her panties. The body mist she had spayed on was
intoxicating.
She had that come to me look, but sill I remained very composed and she
asks in a sexy voice, "Can we talk a bit more?"
"Sure Honey, I'll meet you in your room. Just give me a minute."
I returned to her room and sat on the edge of the bed as she laid on her
side with three big pillows under her head. One leg slightly bent clearly
exposing her crotch. I felt a twitching between my legs. The lacy blue
bikini panties and her skimpy midriff top didn't help matters.
"Daddy, me and Sara have been talking about this situation and she said
if I am cool with it that you should be too. She told me her Dad every
once in a while goes on this big guilt trip, but she convinces him that she
wants it just as bad as he does. Just chill out."
Our conversation continued and despite the erotic nature of the chat I
was able to keep my hard on in check. I finally said, "OK it is time for
you to turn out the lights and get some sleep. I reached over and turned
out her light.
I then gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and told her, "I love you
more than anything in this world."
"Love you too," she sweetly responds.
"Daddy, will you please lay down and hold me just until I fall asleep?"
She said in her melt your heart voice.
"Honey, I shouldn't, we've been good for over a week."
"I know Daddy, we don't have to do nothing," She pleaded. "Just hold
me
Daddy."
"OK, just for a while," I conceded. "Let me turn out the rest of the
lights and make sure the doors are locked for the evening. I'll be right
back."
Other than the for the glow of two night-lights in her bedroom the house
was dark. I quietly laid down beside her. On her side and with her back
to me, I pulled her to my chest as we so often had done before. With my
arm wrapped around her, I suddenly realized my hand was cupping her breast.
Instantly, I jerk away.
"For Gods sake Dad, don't be so freaked out. It is OK if you touch my
tits," she lovingly said.
"I know, but I don't want to anything to you that may upset you."
"Daddy, just shut up and hold me and love me."
Chelsea's bed was a twin size and mine a king. Nonessential to say,
things were quite cozy. Within minutes I could feel the early stages of
an
erection. Chelsea obviously received a signal and pressed her butt into
my
groin.
She grabbed my arm not wanting me to let go of her and said, "Don't be
afraid Daddy." With a few more movements of her hips, my penis is at full
attention. When she did that it felt so damn good.
"Honey, I've got to quit or you will make me cum. I don't have a condom
and I don't want to mess up your sheets."
"Daddy, open my night stand drawer," she instructed. "I stole one of
yours and put it in there one day when Sara was here. She wanted to know
what kind you used when we did it."
"You little stinker," I said. Sure enough I fumbled around and found
it. With my teeth and one hand I ripped open the foil and slipped it on.
I
then rolled back and cuddled her as we resumed the activities.
I ran my hand in the leg of her panties gently worked my fingers between
her legs. She spread her legs slightly to better accommodate my advances.
She then worked her hand around to reach my cock.
"Oh yuck Daddy, those kind of condoms are all sticky."
"That's because the one you stole was lubricated, " I chuckled.
I was finding it more comfortable if I put my hand between her legs from
the rear. Chelsea seemed to like the approach as well. She was getting
so
wet.
"Oh my God, that feels so good" she exclaims. "Oh right there Daddy,
that is the spot."
With my fingers perfectly positioned she wiggled her hips slightly to
pull her panties down. I helped her get them completely off and we kicked
the top sheets back. With out any obstructions I was able to easily access
her now very wet pussy.
"Oh Daddy, I think I am going to cum any minute," she said as continued
to move her hips.
I moved closer so that I might rub my cock against her naked butt. I
became more and more stimulated and aroused. m Closer and closer I move
my
cock. I could feel both the entrance to her vagina and the head of my
penis at the same time. Without further provocation I tuck my knees
against her legs.
Chelsea breathed more rapidly, moaning and moving her pelvis in a
rhythm.
I had no intentions of entering her, but in the position it was
irresistible. I gently penetrated her vagina with my pulsating cock. It
slid in with one smooth motion. I was now fully inside her. I am now able
to take my arm and lay it across her thigh.
"Oh Daddy, you are inside me and it feels awesome," she gasped.
"It feels really great putting my cock in you from the back," I
responded.
I remember that her Mother always liked it from the back on our sides
or
doggie.
With my hand, I was able to completely cup her mound and strategically
place my index finger in her slit. Likewise I was better able to hold her
body against my genitals. As I continued to move my cock in and out of her
and simultaneously rub her clitoris with my finger she became even more
stimulated. I was similarly extremely aroused.
"Oh my God Honey, I am going to explode. Ooooooooooh I am cuming," I
said
"Please keep going Daddy. I am almost there," she cries and then
becomes very ridged as an orgasm engulfs her entire body.
"Oh that was wonderful Sweetheart," as I slowly withdraw from her.
"Daddy that felt even better than the first time we did it," she said.
As we lay there enjoying the afterglow Chelsea expounds, "Sara explained
there are lots of different ways to do it and I like this one. Sara has
done it lots of various ways with her dad. Maybe we can too sometime."
"We'll talk," I said
I had tried so hard to abstain from a sexual encounter with Chelsea, but
animal instincts and emotions of passion had overpowered both of us.
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Chapter 4
Over the ensuing year our activities began to subside. While not
completely abstained from, they were by no means as frequent. I believed
in part Chelsea had found an interest in males of her own age. She had
been dating several different boys and seemed to be particularly attracted
to one. His name was Cody and although two years older, he seemed to be
a
perfect gentleman.
Chelsea was obviously very happy to have his attention. Her activities
were such that her visits to her Mothers became less frequent. Between
cheerleading, volleyball, student government, and Cody her schedule was a
busy one. In fact so busy she was running herself in the ground
physically.
When she complained about stomach cramps and continued to have irregular
menstrual cycles, I took her to our family doctor of many years, who
happened to be a female.
The afternoon we had the appointment I picked her up from school. She
was wearing her cheerleading uniform and she reminded me so much of her
Mother. I think it was her Mother's short skirt and red panties that
attracted me. The red panties under her pleated cheering skirt eventually
lead to my demise. Other than for the yellow panties that went with
Chelsea's outfit, it was eerily haunting reminiscent of earlier times with
her Mother.
"Honey pull your skirt down. I don't want you distracting every truck
drive we pass." I suggested.
"OK Daddy," she replied with an ornery grin.
Once at the Doctors we were immediately directed to one of the exam
rooms. I sat on the chair and Chelsea on the edge of the exam table. From
my point of view I had a very clear shot of her bright yellow panties.
The door opened. "Good afternoon," the doctor announces. "My Chelsea,
you have certainly grown into a fine lady. Tell me about these problems
you've been having.
I could tell Chelsea was a bit embarrassed, but she stuttered just a bit
and said, "Well, I've been having really weird periods. Sometimes they
will be three weeks apart and maybe the next won't be for six weeks."
"Um, well we should perhaps take a look and check you out. Dad, will
you excuse us. This is a girl thing and you can wait in the lobby," the
doctor said.
I excused myself and retired to the waiting room were the newest
magazine was a year out of date.
Within a short time, Chelsea and the doctor came out.
"Dad if you have a few minutes, I'd like to go over my findings with
you," she said.
We went into her office and sat down. I was kind of alarmed, thinking
this must be horrible news.
"Is my little girl OK?" I nervously asked.
"Yes, she is OK, but she is not a little girl any more. It appears to
me your little girl is sexually active. I have discussed this with her,
but she was not forthcoming with the details."
A horror came over me knowing, yes, she was sexually active. It was
with her Father. At the same time I am thinking perhaps Cody was
experiencing her pleasures.
She went on to say, "Whether we are in agreement or not, many girls her
age these days are extremely sexually driven. I would like to suggest we
put her on the patch." I shook my head in reserved acceptance.
"The patch will have several advantage. First there is the obvious.
Secondly, it will make her periods regular and as an added benefit this
particular medication will help her complexion. I have given her a sample
and with your approval I have suggested she start using it."
Once aging without speaking I acknowledged with a nod. I guess I was
in
shock.
On our way home we discussed what the doctor had said and Chelsea
provided me with the details of the examination.
"Daddy, it was kind of scary. She made me take off all my clothes and
then put this crazy gown on that tied in the back. Then she had me spread
my legs and place my legs in these funny things on the end of the table."
Just thinking about the site of that kind of aroused me.
"Have you and Cody been having sex? I am not going to be mad at you,"
I
said.
"No Daddy honest, you are the only one. Cody has tried, but never
really pushed me, so we have never done it. He has felt me up, and I have
given him a hand job. That is all we have done Daddy. Please believe me?"
"Sweetheart, I do believe you. I am sure sooner or later you will
probably have sex with him. The only thing ask is that you make him use
protection, even though you are going to be on the patch," I explained.
She grinned, "we'll see."
Since we had nothing planned for dinner we stopped past the local Burger
King drive thru for a couple of Whoppers. Trying to drive and eat a sloppy
sandwich is no easy task. In the process I was dripping mayonnaise and
other condiments on my pants.
Observing my dilemma, Chelsea quickly grabbed a napkin and started to
wipe up the mess. In the process she had to wipe between my legs and in
doing so I became spontaneously stiff. My physical condition was dutifully
noted by my unabashed daughter.
"Now, now Daddy, keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the
wheel," she quipped.
Nothing more was said or transpired the rest of the way home.
Once in the door, Chelsea headed for the laundry room said, "Daddy take
those pants off so I can put them in the washer with my cheer outfit. We
have a game tomorrow and I want it clean. Plus I don't want that stain to
ruin your new Dockers."
I was causally reading the newspaper and noticed her removing her top
and pulling her skirt off. Then she slowly pulled those pretty yellow
panties down and almost artistically stepped out of them. There she stood
with only her bra and a pair of white socks.
I had been a very good boy for about a month and told myself to cool it.
"Daddy get in here," she yelled. "The water is almost full and I need
to get your pants in the washer.
I stood up, took my pants off and went into the laundry room. Normally,
I prefer to wear briefs, but needing to do laundry I had worn a pair of
boxers.
Observing my beautiful nude daughter, unbeknownst to me my erection had
protruded form the fly.
Not unnoticed by Chelsea, she took my stiffened penis in her hand and
gently stroked me.
"Stop honey,"
"Why Daddy," she said with a devilish eye and frown on her face.
"Because, that's why," I responded.
Retiring to my room, I gave little thought to my daughter's most erotic
presences in the laundry room. A shower, I thought would retard any sexual
urges that I might be experiencing.
It did indeed worked, as when I exited the shower and dried off I had
entirely removed from my mind any thoughts of any incestual activities.
I've never been one for formal sleep ware and generally opt for a pair of
shorts or briefs. Some cotton cargo shorts looked comfortable, so I
slipped them on.
About that time I heard the buzzer on the washing machine and proceeded
to the take the clothes out of the washer and put then in the dryer. I
must have put at least a dozen pairs of panties in the dryer. Each pair
seemed more sexy.
"Daddy come here," came the voice from Chelsea's bathroom.
I went to the door and said, "what is it Sweetheart?"
"Daddy would you get my razor and the shaving gel?"
"Sure Hon," I replied and as she opened the shower door, I handed it to
her.
For some reason my eyes became focused for just a second on the
beautiful mound of blond pubic hair between her legs. In just a little
over a year she had developed considerably. Her breasts whereas not large,
were now firm 34B's, her waistline very defined and her heretofore peach
fuzz had filled in. Although still a little girl in my eyes, she had
turned into a ravishing young woman.
Returning to my room, I snapped on CNN to get the latest news. I pulled
down the covers, turn out the lights, fluffed the pillows, and laid down
in
bed.
Perhaps thirty minutes later I heard the signal go off on the dryer.
"I'll get it Daddy," came Chelsea's voice.
By this time I had seen the same the same reruns, three times, on the
news and I stated to flip through the channels. Finding nothing, I popped
what I thought was a soft core porn movie in the VCR that a friend had
given me. Having been stimulated by Chelsea presence in the shower, I was
somewhat horny and this tape seemed appropriate.
"Hey Dad, would you like something to drink?" she asked. " I am going
to have a Diet 7-UP."
"Sure Honey, bring me a Coors Silver Bullet," I replied.
I then fumbled for the remote, knowing she would be coming in any
second. I quickly changed from VCR to the TV and a Christian channel where
this guy was preaching hells fire and damn nation.
"Daddy, that's not what you had on when I came past your room on the way
to the kitchen. Go ahead and turn it back to your movie. I don't care,"
she jovially said.
I looked up as she stood in the doorway. A beer in one hand and a soda
in the other, wearing a nightgown top that she had outgrown several years
earlier and a pair of sheer black nylon panties.
Oh my God it was a sight to behold, just as the good reverend on TV was
preaching.
As she approached the side of the bed, the glowing light from the
television was shimmering off of her body. The smell of her after shower
mist was inebriating to say the very least.
As I took my first swallow of beer, she shockingly announced, " Can I
watch the movie with you. I know it is X-rated, but I want to see a porn
movie."
"Sweetheart, I shouldn't let you watch a sex movie," I replied.
"For Gods sake Daddy. Considering how far we've gone, a little movie
should hurt."
"Please daddy," as she batted her sweet eyes at me.
What was I to say? I motioned her to get in on the other side of the
bed and reached for a couple of pillows from the floor.
"Here prop yourself up so you can see better."
I clicked the VCR button on the remote and then rewind. Restarting the
movie, I took another gulp of beer.
I had no idea as to what the movie was about. Porn movies generally
don't have much of a plot. This was obviously not going to be an
exception. The title, "Erotic Little Princess," didn't offer much as to the
story line.
We quickly learned that it was a story of incest. The characters were
a
slightly overweight man in his late 40s or early 50s , a young girl who
looked as if she might have just turned 18 and a woman who appeared to be
the same age as the man. Just your average mother, father and daughter
family. I am positive that when my buddy gave me the tape, he had no idea
what my relationship with my daughter was.
"Hey, where is the remote," I ask. "We need to turn this off."
"I got it," Chelsea said. "Daddy it is just getting good."
Just how good I could not say, but watching the dad going doggie with
mom, while the daughter peeked though a crack of the door was giving me a
hard on. I tried to act reluctant as I acquiesced to my Daughter's wishes.
Apparently as the story went, mom is getting ready to go away on a
business trip and she says, "Honey, I'd better fuck you good, because you
won't be getting any while I am gone."
Rolling over she spreads her legs and says, "Fuck me more. I want your
cock to fill me with cum."
Next scene: Mom has obviously left and dad and daughter are seen
watching, what else but a porn flick. Daughter is sitting on daddy's lap
while they watch the movie. Daddy is running his hand under her mini
skirt. The camera zooms in and you can see him pull her black panties to
the side. His fingers bring moisture to her bald pussy and eventually he
delivers her to an orgasm.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Chelsea has her hand between her
legs and appears to be making a rubbing motion.
Shortly thereafter they change positions. As he reclines on the sofa,
she unzips his pants and exposes his erect penis. All most artistically,
she slowly lowers her lips over his shaft.
Within seconds the girl in the movie has made dad almost cum. It was
very graphic and close up. She sucks him and gently pumps his cock with
her hand. Shortly, you see white cream squirting from his penis and
dripping from the side of her face. The daughter then licks the remaining
cum from his cock.
I noticed Chelsea had cuddled up to me.
Now it is the daughters turn. She stands before her daddy. He lifts
her skirt and slowly pulls her panties down. Seconds later he has his face
between her legs. The Dad then lays her on the carpet, spreads her legs
and goes down on her. Once again she climaxes.
In a later encounter, daddy and daughter are going sixty-nine. Chelsea
seemed to be particularly engrossed in that scene.
The video was beginning to accomplish its intended purpose on both of
us. I was stiff as a board with pre cum oozing and I could tell Chelsea had
just had an orgasm.
"Oh Daddy this movie is awesome," she exclaimed.
The eroticism was arousing both of us. Previously we had not engaged
in
sex of such an extreme nature. Heretofore our activities had generally
been unplanned and within the confines of tender love. The movie had
induced me to experiment.
By the end we were equally heated. I snapped the stop button and turned
to hold Chelsea in my arms. She was receptive.
As I tenderly kiss her on the neck, I can feel her tongue gently
touching my ear. At the same time she wraps her hand around my cock. I
felt if I were going to explode as she slowly pumped me. I wanted to hold
back, but I didn't know if I could.
Just then Chelsea jumped from the bed and said, "Wait Daddy I'll be
right back."
"What's wrong," I question.
"Nothing it is just that I am all sticky. I want to go wash off and
change panties."
As she proceed to her bathroom, I took the opportunity to do the same.
I
dropped my shorts and removed my shirt. Taking a warm washcloth and
standing before the mirror, I sponged myself off.
I felt really sexy looking at myself naked in the reflection. Wanting
to spice things up a bit, I sprayed on some Jovan White Musk for men. Then
I slipped into a pair of Red Tommy Hilfiger low-rise briefs. Leaving the
bathroom door ajar and the light on I laid back down in bed. The glow of
the light was just enough to add ambiance to the room.
Almost at the same moment Chelsea returned. She entered my room with
her white oxford shirt unbutton, wearing red cotton hip hugger panties.
In
her hand was a small candle in a glass holder, which she placed on the
night stand by her side of the bed.
As she slpped into the bed she commented, "Oh Daddy we match," referring
to us both attired in red briefs.
"Indeed we do Sweetheart, but I think yours are more alluring."
Jokingly I said, "I want what is hidden beneath those tempting panties."
"Oh, Daddy I want you to have me and I want you in me." She replied.
Our dialog only served to increase our sexual appetites.
Without further ado we held each other in our arms. I had kissed my
Daughter on the lips before, but never with lustful passion.
Notwithstanding, Chelsea initiated contact and locked her lips against
mine. I could feel her tongue parting my lips. As it had always been in
the past any taboos seemed insignificant and the act so normal.
Our foreplay was so perfect it seemed as if it could not have been
scripted more beautifully. Every kiss and each touch was so purposeful.
As if with instinct she moved her hand down my chest under the waistband
of my briefs. In unison I slowly slid my hand from her breast to the top
of her panties. Sliding my fingers further, I immediately noticed she is
perfectly smooth except for a little patch just above her clit. She had
obviously shaved less than an hour before. The thought of going down on
her raced in my mind.
Separating lips for just a moment Chelsea whispered, "I want to kiss
your thing."
"I don't know," I questioned in hesitation, but said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes Daddy. Please. Please, please I am so hot and excited"
Not waiting for further reply, she raised up and turned her body,
removing her shirt at the same time. I reached for her firm little
breasts. The feeling was beyond description as the arousal continued.
She lowered my red briefs exposing my firmly erect penis and throbbing
testicles. On her knees, she placed her lips around my shaft. Oh what a
feeling of wonderment.
I took the opportunity to rub my hand between her legs. I easily felt
the moisture in her fresh panties. I tugged at them gently pulling the
over her hips and down her legs. She assisted me by raising on leg at a
time so that I might entirely remove them.
With her panties in hand I ran them across my face. The scent of her
body fluids in combination with the smell of her shower mist only sent me
into further arousement.
She continued to stroke and suck my penis. I wanted to cum so bad, but
wish to continue the enjoyment. I struggled to hold back.
As I continue to fondle her now fully exposed genitalia, she raised one
leg and lifted it to the other side of my head. I was now gazing directly
at the most gorgeous female anatomy. The view was breath taking.
"Do me Daddy, do me," she moaned. "Just like in the movie."
Without further prompting, I wrapped my arms around her beautiful little
butt and drew her to my awaiting tongue. She moaned with obvious pleasure.
The sweetness of her fluids was intoxicating and I continued to fight off
my urges to ejaculate. Going sixty-nine with Chelsea was a most awesome
and exceedingly pleasurable experience.
In rhythm to my kiss of her lips and the penetration of my to her tongue
to her clitoris, she moved her body. I noticed her motion escalating.
Soon her body became ridged and I could feel the contractions of her vagina
as she reached an orgasm.
She raised her lips form my cock to exclaime," Ohoooooooooo..........Oh
my god..............ahhhhhh. As her climax subsided she returned to her
previous position. I could feel myself almost ready to lose control.
Still sucking the juices from her extremely wet pussy I came closer and
closer to being unleashed.
In the back of my mind I said to myself, I cannot cum in her mouth. At
the same time I didn't want to stop eating her delectable pussy. If I knew
for sure I could hold back the cum I would have continued lap the pleasures
between her legs.
"Honey stop," I asked.
"Why Daddy? What's Wrong? You haven't come yet."
"I know dear, but I just can't let go."
"Let me put a condom on so I can put my penis in you and we can have
intercourse."
"I'll get for you," she quickly replied, as she sprung from the bed and
to the drawer of my night stand.
I laid flat on my back with shaft standing like a flagpole. She opened
the foil wrapper and quickly rolled the condom on my cock.
"Daddy, stay where you are and let me do it like in the video."
On her knees, with her legs straddling my hips, she slowly lowered
herself over my awaiting love rod. My penis gently penetrated her wanting
pussy.
"Oh my God Daddy, why haven't we done it this way before," while
moaning, she asked? "Oh my God is right. This feels so awesome," was my
sincere reply.
"Oooooooooh Sweetheat, I can't hold it any longer. Ah......I think I
am
going to explode."
My cock felt as if her pussy was vacuuming the cum from me.
"Daddy I can feel your cock throbbing. You must be cumming."
"Yes, I ................ am......................Oh.........it feels
so
awesomely gratifying," I gasp.
Chelsea continued to rhythmatically move up and down. I once again
reached and fondled her breasts, noticing the satisfying expression on her
face as she obviously burst with another orgasm.
After conclusion she bent forward and gently kissed me.
"Daddy, I love you so much."
"Love you too, Chelsea," I tenderly replied.
Both of us near exhaustion, we fell asleep while enjoying the rewards
of
our intimacy.
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