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 Fun with my daughter (Mf incest)
   (a series of adventures with my 14-year-old daughter)
   I was the very proud father of a beautiful girl and her equally handsome
brother.  My wife was the boy's favorite, and I was to learn that I was my
daughter's favorite.  As parents, we used to take it in turns to take each
child to their after school activities, whether athletics, drama, dancing
or tennis.  We both seemed to enjoy our time with our children, as I guess
most parents do.
   However, as the boy grew older and reached into his teens, he also
became infatuated with his mother.  Whether this was the typical Oedipus
complex, or something more serious, I would find out in time.  The fun part
of it was that, suddenly, I was being asked by my growing daughter (three
years her brother's junior) that it would only be me that would take her to
her dance and tennis classes.  At first, my wife didn't see that this was a
necessary thing, but persuasion from her son soon got over that hurdle.
   So I was left driving Sara around several times a week.  It was never a
chore as the young girl (then 12) had lots of stories to tell and I learnt
a great deal about modern girls and what they were thinking.  My daughter
is extremely bright and vivacious and she had many girlfriends, who often
visited our house, sometimes even sleeping over at weekends.  They were all
so young that I didn't even have any sexual thoughts towards them despite
finding each one attractive in her own way.
   The relationship between myself and my daughter developed in a very
friendly manner as she moved through her first and into her second teen
year.  My wife had told me that Sara had begun menstruating when she was
11, but from all the stories Sara was telling me, she at present found boys
quite disgusting.  She said they were always talking about sex in the
crudest ways and trying to do nasty things with her and her friends.  She
had been violent with several of the boys and we'd been called to discuss
her behavior with the school principal on three occasions.  In each case,
it was clear from Sara's explanation that it was she who was being wronged
and steps were taken to teach the boys concerned how to treat girls.
   About the beginning of her second semester in year 9, I began to notice
things about Sara that had so far skipped my usual observation.  I've
always had a great interest in the female form, and suddenly, those little
bumps that had appeared under her school dress when she was 12 had
developed into hand-sized lumps with occasionally pointy nipples.  It's not
that I'd seen her naked since she was 11; she was very particular that
no-one, not even her mother would see her in the nude from now on. 
Presumably boys would get the chance as she developed further.
   However, not just her breasts had begun to develop.  Her whole attitude
was changing - she was wearing more revealing clothes, especially her
school dresses and skirts had become extremely short.  When I tackled her
about this with my wife present, Sara assured me it was what the girls did
these days and I wasn't to worry as she always wore regulation panties
underneath.  I wish I asked her at that moment to show me, but I missed the
chance!
   She had also bought some quite sexy tops and shorts, and an amazingly
brief bikini, which she used to wear around our pool.  One thing I did
notice was that she only wore this very revealing bikini when her mother
wasn't around.  So, in fact, it was just myself and her girlfriends who got
to see her like that.  And wow!!  Sara was starting to have a body worthy
of a swimsuit model, curves in the right places, shapely legs, and on top
was her gorgeous face and long dark hair.  She was a real stunner.
   It was becoming a real pleasure to welcome her girlfriends round after
school, before her mother came home.  In the summer, they would all cavort
around in our pool, looking like something our of Playboy.  In the cooler
weather, they'd all go into our lounge and watch TV, chatting and being
silly, as girls of that age usually are.
   I started to find that young girls were becoming sexually arousing for
me.  My wife had virtually given up on sex and I thought that it was
because her work was all-consuming.  (Later I learned that she had
introduced our son and his friends to the pleasures of her body, but more
of that in the future!) What this meant was that I was getting time to
masturbate far more often than I really wanted to, but I needed the release
at least once a day.
   Sometimes I would refuse to masturbate for a couple of days.  Then, if
my daughter and her friends were around, I'd notice that every little peek
under a skirt or inside a blouse would send my cock into instant erection,
sometimes so throbbingly painful that immediate release was required.  At
these times, my cock would spurt great loads of cum wherever it was aimed
and I'd groan and gasp with the intense pleasure.  I always managed to get
somewhere private to stroke my cock for that needed release.
   I was amazed that my daughter had not noticed my erection, which was
painfully evident to me whenever she was around.  I just could not control
the urge to look at her body at every opportunity.  For some reason, it
seemed that she was teasing me by 'accidentally' bending over in front of
me when she was wearing her super-short skirts and when she knew I was
looking, and leaving an extra blouse button undone before she went to
school.
   Things started to develop further one afternoon when I was taking her to
her tennis class.
   She was wearing her little tennis skirt when she got in the car after
school.
   "I changed already.  You don't mind, do you, Dad?" she asked, coyly.
   "No, that's fine," I replied, breathing heavily as she sat beside me,
showing almost the entire length of her beautiful shapely thighs.
   My cock erected rapidly and I even grunted with pleasure.  My lovely
young daughter was getting me very aroused, just by being next to me.
   "What's wrong, Dad?" she asked looking directly into my eyes with her
big blue ones.
   "Nothing, darling.  It's just that you look exceptionally good today!" I
replied, slightly embarrassed.
   "Thank you, dear Daddy!" she squealed, throwing her arms round me and
giving me a big hug.
   As she was moving about, I caught a quick glimpse of her white panties
below her dark blue skirt.  The view was entrancing and I really had to
tear my eyes away to begin driving.  My cock throbbed violently.  letting
me know that I was getting into dangerous waters.
   The rest of the 20 minute trip to her tennis lesson was uneventful,
although I did keep stealing glances across at her beautiful legs.  I
watched, enchanted, as she grabbed her tennis gear and ran off to her
coach. The flurry of skirt and panties had me right on the edge within
seconds.  I had to concentrate and keep my eyes off of her - my own
daughter!  I read my latest novel while she had her 40-minute lesson.
   There was a soft squeal as she left her coach and came dancing back to
me.  At the car door, it was clear that she was bursting to tell me
something.
   "Daddy, it's amazing.  John's got me into the tournament in Alice.  It's
a weekend.  Can I go?" she appealed to me.
   It didn't take me long to decide.
   "Look, darling.  I've got some time free.  Would you like me to be your
chaperone?  Keep you away from the boys!"
   "Oooo, that would be great.  I didn't think you'd be able to, but yes,
please.  I'd feel much safer." she gushed with excitement.
   "Go and tell John, then.  Ask him to call to make the final arrangements
next week."
   Sara ran off in another flurry of skirt and panties and seemed to be
giggling and laughing as she told her coach.
   "Oh, Dad," she cried, when she'd got back and sat down.  "That's awesome
of you.  I'm sure Mum will feel happier if you're with me.  I don't think
she trusts John, either!"
   "John?" I asked, incredulous.  "What?"
   "Mum thinks he's got the hots for me.  As in he wants to have sex with
me, you know!"
   "Your tennis coach!" I gasped.  "But he's so much older than you!"
   "Yes, Daddy!" she replied.  "I know.  But he is handsome!  Like you!"
   I was embarrassed.  My own daughter telling me that I was handsome! 
Wow!
   I looked down at her thighs again.
   "Daddy!" she cried.  "What are you doing?"
   "Sorry, sweetness.  But you do look extremely sexy today!"
   "Daddy!  I'm your daughter!" she cried, obviously very shocked.
   "But you are the sexiest girl I've ever seen," I blurted out, unable to
stop myself.  "There...I've said it now.  Now you know what I think!"
   "Is that why you always have that big bulge in your trousers when I'm
near you?" my young daughter asked, sweetly.
   "Oh, you've noticed?" I replied.
   "Noticed?  I couldn't fail to.  It's huge!" Sara giggled.  "And my
friends have talked about it too!  Look at it now!"
   She stared at my crotch where my erect cock was making a large tent in
my shorts.
   "See what I mean!" she cried, putting her hand out towards my crotch and
actually brushing her fingers along my shaft.  I'm sure it was accidental,
but then she giggled.
   "Daddy!  That's is so hard!" she giggled, pressing on my shaft.
   "Yes, it is," I agreed.  "And that's what you do to me now!"
   "I do?" she chuckled.  "Maisie said her Dad gets like that too, when she
undresses for bed."
   "She undresses in front of her Dad?" I inquired, amazed.
   "Not intentionally, I guess," explained Sara, "but he's seen her a few
times in her bedroom."
   "Did she leave the door open purposely?" I asked.
   "Not sure..." replied Sara, hesitantly.  "maybe..."
   "So Maisie is teasing her Dad and she was surprised that he got a
hard-on?" I asked.
   "Not really surprised, except that it was because of her, his daughter."
explained Sara.
   "Well, now you know that your Dad also gets hard about his daughter. 
How does that make you feel?"
   "Proud!" Sara announced.  "And very much in love!"
   She cuddled up to me again, and kissed me, just a soft press of her warm
lips on my cheek, but it sent a spasm of lust through me.  She settled down
on her seat, making no attempt to pull down her skirt that had ridden so
far up that her white panties were clearly on show.  And was there a slight
damp patch there between her thighs?
   "Do you want me to cover up?" she asked, giggling.
   "I might not be able to drive if you don't," I suggested.
   "Let's see how we go," chuckled Sara, parting her thighs slightly and
grinning at me.
   "Are you now purposely teasing me, my daughter?" I asked, with a smile.
   "You decide!" she laughed.  "Now let's get home!"
   I started the car and began to drive, occasionally turning to take a
look at her lovely legs.  She was lounging back in the seat, her legs
somewhat apart, and I was now sure that there was a damp patch between her
legs.  If I wasn't mistaken, it was getting bigger.  My cock throbbed again
painfully.  I wished I could take it out and....well, you know!
   Sara seemed to drift off into a dream and, as soon as we got on the
freeway, I slowly moved my hand across to touch the outside of her bare
thigh.  There was no response, so struggling to concentrate on driving, I
moved my hand up and onto the top of her thigh.  Still no response, or did
her breathing become a little bit heavier?
   I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to last in this extreme state
of arousal, but I was going to go further, if she'd allow me.  I was
absolutely certain that Sara knew what I was doing, and she really didn't
mind.  My fingers slipped slowly down into the valley between her thighs,
halfway between her knees and her panties.
   Now there was a response.  Sara gasped and then relaxed.
   "Daddy?" she asked, softly, "That's nice.  Don't stop!"
   I stroked the soft skin of her inside thighs gently, going down towards
her knees.  Sara murmured quietly and wriggled so that her thighs parted
further.  Now my fingers could slide down inside her thighs to touch the
seat below.  Sara groaned as I slowly moved up again from her knees.
   "It's OK, Daddy," she assured me.  "Go on!"
   I passed the halfway point, and slowly moved along her thigh, getting
very close to her panties.  Sara was now moaning softly, encouraging me.
   The road became a blur and suddenly there was a squeal of tires and I
had to swerve quite a bit.  My hands came back onto the steering wheel and
I pulled onto the emergency lane, stopping quickly.
   "That was close!" cried Sara, looking flustered.  "What happened?"
   "I think I lost concentration on the road!" I explained with a naughty
smile.
   "From the look of that big wet spot on your shorts, you almost lost
something else," my daughter giggled.
   I looked down and there was a very large wet spot, increasing in size
every second.
   "That's pre-cum," I explained.  "You are getting me very horny!"
   "Really?" she giggled.  "How can a young girl like me get such an
experienced man horny.  I don't know anything!"
   She was joking, of course.  I'm sure her sex-ed classes at school had
been very comprehensive, and her girlfriends had obviously discussed some
sexual things with her.  I grinned.
   "Very easily, especially as your Mum has gone off sex these days.  My
testosterone levels must be sky high!"
   "But Mum does it with...." Sara stopped in shock.
   "Mum does it with....who?" I asked in disbelief.
   "Tony...and Jacob...and Tim..." Sara admitted.  "You didn't know?"
   "Of course not.  I thought she was just busy at work."
   "Nope.  Those early evening shifts she has to do are nothing more than
sex sessions with her colleagues.  I thought you already knew.  And she
also does it with Bob and his mates.  Often.  I've seen them."
   Bob is our son!  I was, to say the least, astonished.  But then again,
here I was, a short time ago with my hand between my own daughter's thighs
and thinking about what might be the next step.  Who was I to feel shock
and surprise at anything my wife might be doing with our son, or anyone
else?
   I gathered my thoughts together and looked around, about to start
driving again.
   "Can we pull into that parking lot?" asked Sara, sweetly, indicating a
gas station about a mile away..
   "That'll be a good idea.  I need to recover from that shock!"
   As I began to drive slowly down the freeway, Sat grabbed my hand and put
it back on her thigh.
   "I like you doing that!" she murmured.
   With her soft sexy skin under my fingers, I just couldn't drive far, so
it was a grateful Dad who pulled into the parking lot.
   "Go over there," ordered Sara, pointing to the far side of the lot,
under some shade trees.
   I parked the car and looked at her.  She had a very naughty smile on her
face.
   "Dad?" she queried, gently.  "What you were doing...was getting me very
wet!"
   "You mean your old Dad was getting you aroused?" I asked her softly.
   "Well, yes!  I guess so.  It was so nice feeling your hand on my leg,
like now."
   I gently squeezed her soft thigh.
   "You know a boy tried to do that to me once," she explained.  "I slapped
him away.  But then after, I got a lovely warm feeling.  Hee hee!"
   "Since then, I've not let anyone near me.  I was frightened that
something might happen!" she said, quietly.  "But it feels nice again when
you do it."
   I looked down and saw that my hand was less than an inch away from the
now very wet part of her panties.  She looked down too, and giggled.
   "See how wet you've made me?"
   "Mmmmmmmmmmm," I murmured, "Looks good!"
   "Daddy!" she exclaimed.  "You're not supposed to say things like that to
me!"
   "I thought we'd crossed the line a while back," I explained.  "The line
that says you're not just my daughter, but you're also a very sexy young
girl."
   "Am I really?" she asked, knowing full well that I was as horny as hell
about her now.
   "Uh huh!" I cried, just moving my hand up along her thigh that little
bit.
   This brought my fingers into contact with her wet panties.  And the sexy
little girl purposely moved downwards in the seat to push her herself
against my hand.
   "Oooooo, Daddy!" she moaned with pleasure, her wicked smile broadening
and her mouth opening in a big 'O'.
   I looked around and could see no-one within a wide area near us.  I
pressed my fingers harder against her and she groaned.
   "It feels so much better when you do it, Daddy!" she cried.
   My fingers were now not just pressing against her pussy, but searching
along the edge of the leg of her panties.  Could I just slip my fingers
underneath and touch her bare pussy?
   "Shall I take them off?" she asked, naughtily.
   "Do you want to?" I asked gently.
   "If you keep doing that, I will have to, or they will be soaking!" Sara
giggled.
   I removed my hand quickly, before she changed her mind, and then watched
entranced as my delicious sexy daughter grabbed the side parts of her
panties and quickly pushed them down to her knees.  I gasped at the sight
of her hairless pussy - she must shave it already, I thought.
   Sara laughed as she bent her knees to remove her panties completely.
   "There, that's better!" she cried, giggling and smiling up at me.
   She parted her legs as wide as she could on the seat.  Then she looked
at me again, her eyes wide and excited.
   "Will you do that again, Daddy, please?" she pleaded.
   "Do what, darling?" I asked.
   "Touch me...you know...there."
   Her hand pointed towards her beautiful bare pussy.
   "You know that, if I do that, we've gone over the edge?" I inquired.
   "Over the edge of what?" she asked, innocently.
   "Well, Dads are not allowed to touch their daughters...there."
   I pointed and actually touched the top of her soft pussy lips.  She
groaned.
   "And now you really want me to?"
   "Please, Daddy.  I love your touch.  And I love you."
   My daughter's pleading eyes and her incredibly sexy looking pussy
brought me over the edge of reason, as I knew she would.  I brush my
fingers along her pussy, pushing gently so that her lips opened and folded
round my fingers.
   "Ooooo, Daddy!" That's so good!" she gurgled.
   I looked around to make sure no-one was in our vicinity.  This was going
a bit too far with a young girl, even worse - she was my daughter.  But she
wanted me to, I was so horny I could hardly control myself and there was no
real reason to stop - was there?  The car park was virtually empty - just a
truck a fair way on the other side.  And I guess the shade from the trees
prevented anyone seeing into the car, unless they were real close.
   I traced my fingers along her pussy slit, teasing her pussy lips further
apart and enjoying the feel of her juices making my passage easier.
   "How does that feel?" I asked, gently.
   "Wonderful, Daddy," she murmured, her eyes locked on mine.
   She held my hand against her pussy.
   "Can you put a finger inside me, please" she asked, sweetly.  "When I do
it myself, it feels really good."
   "OK, but tell me if I hurt you," I urged, gently pressing one of my now
very wet fingers at the entrance to her pussy.
   "Mmmmmmm," was all she murmured as I slowly slipped that finger inside
her, further and further.
   I had to move in the seat to get at a better angle, and this meant that
I was now almost leaning over her, my incredibly hard cock pressed inside
my clothes and hurting like hell.  But it did bring my face closer to hers
- and she closed her eyes, smiling.
   "Kiss me, Daddy," she begged.
   Our lips touched, and at that moment, I knew all was lost between us. 
We were, either now or very soon, going to have sex together and continue
to do it with each other until she got too old to care about me.  And, not
only that, but the sex between us was going to be consensual, incredibly
erotic and awesomely beautiful.  And I knew she could feel it too!
   We kissed while I played with both the insides and outsides of her
pussy. I found her hard button clit and stroked it gently until she was
squealing with pleasure.  Her juices were making everything, including the
car seat, soaking but all I cared about was making my girl happy.
   (This is just part 1 of what I hope will become a series of adventures.)
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Fun with my daughter - part 1