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Subject: Getting to know her 

        It all started about two months ago...

        I woke up on a Saturday morning with my usual piss hard-on. The alarm 
clock said it was a little after seven o'clock. Figuring that everyone was 
asleep, I decided not to get dressed to go to the bathroom. As I walked, my 
penis bobbed and weaved ahead of me. I opened the bathroom door and froze in 
my tracks. There, just stepping out of the tub, was my seventeen year old 
daughter, Jill. She stood there with one foot in the tub and one foot on the 
floor. Those long slender legs, that small mound of light brown pubic hair, 
her slim waist, those perfect, round, firm tits and that innocent angellic 
face. I was transfixed. At first she started to reach for her towel but 
stopped when her eyes caught sight of my enlarged dick. Her eyes darted back 
and forth from my hard-on to my face and back to my hard-on.
        After what seemed like minutes I appologized and backed out of the 
bathroom. Jill mumbled something like "that's ok". I went back to bed and 
waited till I heard her leave the bathroom before attempting to relieve my 
bladder.
        In the following days ny mind would often drift back to those few 
seconds of seeing my own daughter standing there, naked as the day she was 
born, but looking so much nicer. I had occasionally wondered what she looked 
like under her usual baggy t-shirts and jeans. Now I knew. 
        The next Saturday my wife and daughter were going to go to the mall 
and then to do the grocery shopping. I decided to go for a short, intense bike 
ride to get in a good workout. After my bike ride I took a refreshing shower. 
I hung up my towel and walked naked to my bedroom. 
        There, coming out of my closet, was Jill with a handful of hangers. 
Not wanting to run away like a shy schoolboy, I just stood there and waited 
for her to leave the room. She blushed and explained that she needed hangers 
for the clothes that she bought at the mall. I noticed her eyes dropping to my 
crotch a few times. I asked where her mother was and Jill said that she went 
on to the grocery store by herself. Then she exited the room backwards, 
sneaking one more glance at my penis which was beginning to come slowly to 
attention.
        I dressed in a pair of running shorts and a light t-shirt and went to 
Jill's room. She was a little embarassed but came out of it when I asked her 
to show me what she got at the mall. She showed me a couple pairs of shorts 
and a pair of running shoes. Then she said she wanted to model something 
special for me. I was told to wait in the living room and that she would be 
right out. 
        It wasn't long before Jill came out in a very nice, very mature 
looking dress. It was sort of short with a low neckline, the kind of thing a 
father wouldn't really want his daughter to wear, but wouldn't mind seeing one 
of her girlfriends wearing. She looked about 10 years older and very sexy. I 
could hardly believe this was my little angel.
        She slowly turned and posed from different angles. When she knew she 
had my full attention, she faced me and stared straight into my eyes. Reaching 
behind her, she started to pull the zipper down. She began rolling her hips 
like a stripper, then she slid the straps off her sholders, one at a time. My 
mind started to race, what was she doing? I liked it but I didn't like it. My 
penis started to stir when she was posing so seductively in that dress that 
left little to the imagination, but now it was growing in leaps and bounds. 
Jill then let the tiny dress fall to her ankles revealing ...a bikini! If I 
thought the dress was bad, this was worse. The tiniest bikini I had ever seen 
on a real person was being modeled for me in my living room by my own 
daughter.
        My face was flushed and my breathing was unsteady. Jill noticed this 
and asked what I thought. I said "Of what, the clothes or the presentation?"
        She looked at the swelling in my shorts, giggled and said, "Both." 
        I told her that if her mother approved of the dress and bikini, then I 
did too. But I asked if she would have presented the bikini that way if mom 
had been here. She lowered her eyes and said that she didn't think mom would 
enjoy it as much as I obviously had. Then she stepped closer to me and with 
her barely covered muff right in front of my face, and asked what I really 
thought of the presentation. 
        I stood up and stepped back one step. I glanced down at the front of 
my running shorts and saw Jill follow my gaze. "See there?", I said. "You got 
a standing ovation." Jill smiled, turned around and when she bent over to pick 
up the dress, I could see the material of the thong bottom was very wet where 
it just barely covered her pussy. I thought I could even smell her hot cunt 
from where I was. She walked off to her room to change and when she returned 
she was the same innocent little girl I remembered her to be. 
        Over the next couple of weeks I noticed that Jill had lost most of her 
shyness. She would walk around in bra and panties in the mornings while 
getting ready for school. My wife said something once, but Jill said it was no 
different than wearing a bathing suit in public and that this was, after all, 
her father. Nothing was said from then on.
        On a rare Friday night when Jill didn't have a date or have to work, 
we rented some videos and bought some snacks for movie night. My wife got a 
sappy romance movie, I got a comedy and Jill picked out a good horror flick 
that I had seen before, but she hadn't.
        We suffered through my wife's movie, though I could hear Jill's 
breathing get heavy durring the one steamy love scene. Half way through my 
comedy my wife excused herself, said she was tired, and went off to bed. Jill 
made me promise to stay up with her durring her horror flick because she would 
be afraid to be alone. No problem, it was one of my favorites.
        After my movie, Jill went off to her room while I made another bowl of 
popcorn and got her movie set up. She came out wearing a night shirt that just 
covered her ass and no bra. She said it was in case she fell asleep during the 
movie. Not likely, I thought.
        This was one of those movies where the killer pops up when you least 
expect him.  Jill kept moving closer and closer to me as the terror continued. 
 Finally she had my arm around her, I guess for protection from the killer. I 
assured her that she would be safe with me. She felt so soft and warm. I 
remembered the day she did that mock strip show for me and how I wanted her 
when she bent over in that thong bikini. My prick began to swell and I shifted 
my position to make it comfortable. 
        Just then Jill slid her butt away and laid her head on my lap. Her 
nightshirt slid up and I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties! This 
only made my hard-on get harder. She moved her head around like she was trying 
to get comfortable and I offered her a pillow. She lifted her head and I 
slipped the pillow under. Quick thinking on my part, I thought. She laid her 
head back down and then slipped her hand under the pillow for leverage. Her 
hand was right on my swollen dick and I couldn't move. At first I thought she 
would jump up in disgust and call me a pervert but she just layed there, 
motionless at first, and then she gave my dick a slight squeeze. I think she 
was waiting for me to call her a pervert. Not a chance.
        I am pretty sure that Jill is sexually active. At her age and with 
those looks, it would be hard to believe otherwise. She has several studly 
looking boys calling after her but she seems to have the upper hand with them. 
I'll bet she calls all the shots.
        Now she was with me, lightly squeezing my penis, waiting for the next 
move. I gently put my hand on her sholder and started rubbing it slowly. Jill 
took the hint and began to move her hand up and down the length of my shaft. 
She whispered "It's huge." It felt so good yet so bad. I moved my hand to her 
side and slowly ran it from her ribs down to her stomach and back. She raised 
her elbow slightly, as if to give me permission to touch those beautiful tits. 
And I did. So firm and round like only a teenager could be. Her nipples were 
hard as rocks. Through the thin material of her night shirt I gently pinched 
and pulled on her nipples, one then the other. I wanted them in my mouth. 
        I wasn't sure how far to take this. I just knew that I would take it 
slow. I ran my hand down the length of her side and let it come to rest on 
Jill's bare ass. She didn't even flinch. My hand continued over the curve of 
her ass and down to her crack. She lifted her leg a little to make herself 
more accessable. I inched my way slowly to her moist, hot pussy. Moist wasn't 
the word for it, this girl was almost dripping! She jumped a little and sucked 
in her breath when I touched her clit and started rubbing it between my thumb 
and finger. Jill said that the guys she dated didn't even know that girls had 
a clitoris.
        She lifted her head and threw the pillow on the floor. She started 
nudging my dick with her nose and then kissed it through my sweat pants. It 
wanted out! She sat up, interrupting my attempt to slip my finger into her 
vagina. I thought maybe I had gone too far. Jill said she wanted to see my 
"thingy" again. She told me that she couldn't believe how big it was compared 
to the boys she knew. I felt a little jealous just hearing that she really was 
active. I also felt proud to win the comparison test. 
        I stood up in front of her, my crotch at her face level, and let my 
own daughter pull my sweat pants down to the floor. She looked at my throbbing 
dick for a few seconds and then took it in her hand and inspected it from all 
angles. "It won't fit!" she said. "Where were you thinking of putting it?" I 
asked. For just a second she seemed embarassed. Then she looked up into my 
eyes and asked me where I would like her to put it. At this moment I wanted 
her to call the shots so I told her to put it where she thought it would feel 
the best.
        Jill slid off the couch and on to her knees in front of me. She 
reached around and cupped my ass cheeks in her hands and kissed me right 
beside my patch of pubic hair. She ran her tongue down across my balls and 
back up the other side. Where did this girl learn to do these things? She 
began to tease my dick by getting close but not quite taking it in her mouth. 
I couldn't take it any more, I grabbed her head and guided it straight to my 
dick. She said that I lasted longer than any of the other guys. That jealousy, 
that pride, again. 
        Then she really went to work. She licked and sucked me like I was a 
melting ice cream cone on a hot, sunny day. Many times I would take Jill out 
to get ice cream at our favorite place and watch her work on that cone and 
think that she was going to make some lucky guy happy someday. Little did I 
know.
I told her that I wasn't going to last much longer. She told me to cum when 
ever I was ready. I held out as long as I could and finally let loose of my 
load. She seemed to know when I was going to shoot because she took me deep 
into her mouth and sucked and swallowed most of my cum. A little bit of my 
load dribbled down her chin and she lifted the hem of her night shirt to wipe 
it off. Knowing that there was a beautiful teenage goddess under that shirt 
made my shrinking penis start to grow again.
        The movie ended and was rewinding. She asked if I wanted to see 
something else. I smiled, knelt down in front of her and lifted her night 
shirt over her head. "Your sweet body is all I want to see." I said. I ran my 
hands from her sholders down over her breasts and down to her waist. I lifted 
her and motioned for her to sit on the couch. She said that she better sit on 
her shirt in case things get messy.
        I leaned forward, parted those long legs and started kissing and 
licking her inner thighs. Her pussy smelled hot and sweet, it was 
intoxicating. I decided to get back at her for teasing me by doing some 
teasing of my own. My initial horniness was taken care of and now I could 
concentrate on Jill. She loved it. She said that her boyfriends didn't like to 
do this and when they did, it wasn't very good. Another point for Dad. I 
licked her pussy for about ten minutes. Jill finally stopped me saying that 
she couldn't take another orgasm. I figured that this was going to be the end 
of our session and that I wasn't going to get inside that tight little pussy. 
        Jill turned around, kneeling on the couch with her arms resting on the 
back. "Rub my back" she said. First I stood behind her, rubbing her neck and 
sholders. Her tight little ass swayed back and forth in front of my eager 
dick. She said she couldn't take another orgasm and I really didn't think I 
wanted to rape my own daughter so I kept my distance. Gradually, she leaned 
her sholders forward and her ass back. It was getting harder to reach her 
without my dick touching her. Then she suddenly jerked backward and nearly 
impaled her anus on my prick.
        She reached behind, grabbed my cock and pulled it toward her pussy. 
She said that she wanted it in her from the first time she saw it, that day in 
the bathroom. Jill's pussy was so wet that the head of my penis slipped right 
in. She flinched and held her breath. I grabbed her hips and glided myself 
slowly in until I was all the way there. She let out her breath and a low 
moan. "I can't believe it fit!" she said. I slowly stroked in and out, around 
and around. I worked my dick against her clit as much as possible. Jill slid 
back and forth to meet my strokes. She was too good to be just seventeen years 
old. Kneeling on the couch, with my legs outside of hers, made her pussy clamp 
even tighter on my cock. 
        Jill's moans started to get louder and I was afraid my wife might hear 
us. I told Jill to keep it down and she said she would try, but she never felt 
this good before. Wave after wave of orgasm shook her body. We fucked for 
about fifteen minutes, until she practically begged me to cum. I didn't want 
this feeling to ever end and when I finally did cum, I thought I was going to 
pass out.
        We layed down on the couch with my dick still in her and I stroked her 
hair and breasts. Neither one of us talked. I kissed her on the sholder, 
pulled out of that perfect pussy and stood up. I bent to put on my sweat pants 
and Jill sat up on the couch. She stopped me long enough to take one more look 
at my slowly shrinking penis. She leaned forward, kissed it and licked off a 
drop of cum that was oozing out of the tip.
        We put our clothes back on.turned off the TV, VCR and the lights and 
went to our rooms for the night.
        The next day, things were back to normal, sort of. My wife asked how 
the movie was and Jill blurted out "Fabulous!". Not the usual description for 
a horror show, but who knows with this generation?  There was a little tension 
in the air when Jill and I were in a room together without my wife, but that 
passed. We haven't done anything since that night and I'm wondering if that 
isn't the way it should stay. 
        It's been a month now. My wife just told me that Jill has no plans for 
Friday night and maybe we will have another movie night. I hope Jill picks 
something scarey!
