Sally by  (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton   Mf inc

It had been a heavy day, ending with dinner with a client. He'd had a shower, 
and was lounging back in his dressing-gown.

Sally stopped outside the door and pulled her pyjama bottoms up so that they 
cut into her crotch, showing clearly the line of her cuntlips. She ran her finger 
down the slot, ensuring the satin was tight and even . She reached up under her 
vest and teased both nipples so they stood erect, showing through the cotton. 
Then she went in.

'I thought you'd gone to bed,' he said.

'I had, but Mummy phoned while you were in the bath. Since you've had 
dinner she's staying on for another couple of rubbers of bridge. She'll be back 
in a couple of hours. What are you watching, Daddy?'

She really was becoming a lovely girl, he thought. She had a loose, sloppy grey 
t-shirt and shining white satin pyjama trousers on, for bed. The satin was tight 
over her belly and bottom. And , yes! He could see it tight over her pouting 
little cunt-lips. He caught himself in this guilty thought as she was talking. But 
even so couldn't help noticing how her nipples showed through the t-shirt. Her 
breasts had really come on in the last year, her fifteenth. She walked towards 
him with a happy lightness and grace.

'Just channel-surfing, Sally. Rubbish so far.'

She sat heavily beside him on the sofa. Close enough for their thighs to touch. 
She leaned over him and took the remote from him. Momentarily her weight 
was across his lap.  She switched the tv off. Her arm round his shoulders she 
gave him a hug, which could have been called chaste were it not for her breast 
pressed against the side of his chest as she cuddled him and her hand, still 
holding the remote, resting on his thigh. 'This is nice, Daddy. I love a cuddle!' 
She stuck the remote down the side of the sofa, and her hand returned to his 
thigh, but higher up it this time, and open, with her fingers on the inside of his 
thigh. 'Let's have a cuddle.'

He was only too aware of her breast firm against him. He imagined he could 
feel the little nut of an erect nipple even through her cotton shirt and his silk 
robe. Worse, her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulder and down onto his 
chest. He could smell the faint, delightful perfume of her bathing. He stroked 
her hair and said, musingly, 'I never understood how your mummy and I got a 
child like you...I mean so blonde and light skinned.' He, of course, was black-
haired and with almost North African complexion, at least when suntanned, 
while Laura, his wife, had sultry Spanish looks, all rounded, soft-shaped, and 
full lips, with her long, glossy black hair. And yet their daughter was light-
limbed, slender, and with the white, clear skin of a natural blonde.

'Perhaps Mummy was a bit naughty once!' She giggled. Her hand was 
kneading the muscles of his thigh.

'You're a bad girl, Sally. I should spank you!' He playfully slapped the buttock 
cheek that was available to him as she sat leaning towards and over him. It was 
only a light tap, but the satin gave it a sharp sound. He laughed nervously.

She laughed, teasing. 'But perhaps I'd like that!'

He allowed his hand to rest where it had landed, on the dazzling white satin of 
her pyjama bottom. She cuddled even closer, and now he could see down into 
her t-shirt. Down to the cleavage of her bosom, and the rounded shape of her 
left breast. He could see her nipple as she moved against him. It was rosy-pink, 
and pertly upright. He felt his cock hardening and would have broken away 
from her, but she was murmuring in his ear now. 'Mmmmm this is so nice, 
Daddy.'

He knew he should stop, but he couldn't. His hand, almost as if it had a will of 
its own, was caressing her hips and thigh, and her rounded buttock, still 
through the satin, though. He had to! He just had to! And he did! He allowed 
his other hand to feel her breast, cupped over it, through the light cotton. She 
cuddled up even closer, and her leg raised till it was laying over his, his hand 
now completely round her, holding her onto him. She kissed his neck her 
tongue making little circles. Her hand, too, was openly caressing his thigh, but 
still through his robe. 

It was too late to stop now. He reached up under her shirt, and found the naked 
flesh of her breast, stroking it, cupping it, feeling it, allowing the nipple to 
press into the palm of his hand. He pushed the cloth up over her breasts till 
they were uncovered, the shirt crumpled under her chin. Her hand slipped into 
the top of his dressing gown, and she felt the mat of his hairy torso, Wordless 
they sat, he caressing her breast, she caressing his chest. For so long he had 
wanted to feel that rounded firmness. For so long she had wanted to feel that 
muscular chest, and especially the forest of black hair. So different from the 
wimpish , bare-chested youths she had caressed before. No! This was what she 
wanted , a real man, her Daddy. She could feel her clit awake now, and would 
have loved to reach down to stimulate it with her fingers. He, too, was aware 
of the strength of his erection, still just about disguised by his clothes.

And at last they kissed. Which of them made the first movement? Neither of 
them ever knew. One moment they were apart, the next they were lips-to-lips, 
tongue-to-tongue, kissing passionately. As she kissed, she pulled the gown 
from his shoulders, and pressed her whole body against him, white, naked 
breasts against the thick , black hair. They writhed together now, wriggling 
and caressing, till after minutes the kiss ended.

'Oh, Daddy!'

'Sally!'

'Oh I want! I want so much, Daddy.....' She couldn't say what she wanted. But 
it included what he now did. He lowered his mouth to her bosom and licked 
her nipples. Then sucked at them in turn. Then, as he felt her firmness with his 
tongue and lips, he rested his hand on her crotch, feeling her through the satin. 
He grasped her, and her legs opened wider for him. He could feel her hot and 
damp under the thin, shiny fabric. He could feel the shape of her lips, and ,yes! 
her clit. He stroked her, and again grasped her whole in his hand.  He bent 
over, and nuzzled her there, scenting her arousal, feeling the warmth and 
dampness. It was lovely! Through the cloth, he nibbled at a lip, and then at her 
clit.  The cloth was really wet now, and he could see the pinkness of her lips as 
it became transparant. She wriggled, and he returned to the delights of her 
breast, feeling and kissing. He slipped his hand down under the elastic 
waistband and rubbed her  belly round and round. Down now, and his hand 
near her naked cunt. He felt the fine fuzz of hair, and then slipped his finger 
between her cunt lips to find her clit. She was hot and moist, and her clit was a 
hard little nub. He felt his cock twitch as she sighed, and her legs opened more 
to make it easier for him.'Oh, Daddy, you do it so well. No, don't stop. Just 
like that!'

She was panting now, and would have cried out, but he stopped her mouth 
with a kiss, still fondling and tweaking her clit with one hand and nipples with 
the other. She suddenly moved a leg further over him, and felt for the first time 
the hardness of his cock, pressing into her satin-clad thigh. She reached 
between them and into his dressing gown. Her hand found it....hot, strong, and 
almost too big for her to grasp. It was too much for her, and hugging him even 
more tightly, she came, his finger easing her passion for the moment.

Stillness. Silence.  Her eyes were glazed, dreamy. He was in a world of 
delights....skin, flesh, hair.....And finally, 'That was lovely , Daddy! Now let 
me see properly. ' She pulled at the bow on his dressing gown and it fell away 
from him. The cock was, to her inexperienced eyes, huge and magnificent. 
Straight. Hard. Rising from the matted, dark hair of his belly. And its  angry 
red helmet. She looked at it , awed, amazed. So different from the little boys' 
cocks when they'd played 'mothers and fathers' or 'doctors and nurses' in the 
summer  bushes behind the football field. She felt her excitement rising again 
as she grasped the engine of pleasure with both hands. 'It's lovely, Daddy. So 
proud....' She wanted to kiss that flaming knob, but he didn't give her time.

He was pulling the t-shirt up over her blonde head, and throwing it behind the 
sofa. Now he pulled the pyjama bottoms slowly over her tanned belly till the 
light, blonde fuzz of her pubic hair showed. She was blonde there, not 
ginger....he'd wondered and now he knew. How lovely the blonde fluff was, 
and the pink lips, swollen with their little glinting pearl. She raised her bottom 
to help, and they were side-by-side, naked. He sat back. And looked. She was 
lovely. Golden hair, firm tits, flat belly, blonde cunt-hair, plump lips with a 
little , peeping clit, and long, long sun-tanned legs. 

He knew it was a risk. A terrible risk. But he looked at her and knew it was 
worth it. It gave value and meaning to his whole life. This lovely body. 

She lay sprawled on the settee, legs wide spread. He knelt between her legs 
and reached up with both hands for her breasts. His cock touched her thigh as 
he twisted her nipples between fingers and thumbs, and again their tongues 
touched as they kissed. She was wriggling and squirming beneath him. He 
drew back and parted her cunt lips, using both hands. The light hair hid 
nothing of the plump pink outer lips, and the scarlet inside was like a target for 
him. He bent down and gently, oh-so-lightly kissed her clit. She started as if 
stung, and as he kissed it again lifted her hips to meet him.

But this was for later. He knew she wanted him, fully. Kneeling , his cock 
touched her cunt, and he pressed towards her, still fondling her tits and 
murmuring endearments. Her eyes were closed now. His cock was pressed 
hard against her cunt, and he could feel the knob slip into her. He pushed and 
felt it engulfed in warmth. She suddenly opened her eyes......'No. Daddy. We 
shouldn't......' But her hips rose to meet him, and she pulled him down to her 
in an embrace. 'No, Daddy we.......' But now she was fucking too, her body 
rising and falling and wriggling beneath him.

She knew her father had been 'fixed' and she was in no danger. She'd heard 
her mummy telling a friend at one of their coffee mornings. And she wanted 
him so much. But she knew he needed her to protest, if only a tiny, little 
protest. He needed her to be innocent, seduced. That would add to his 
pleasure, his excitement  But now she entered fully into the game, and felt 
herself on the edge of coming.

He had forgotten how a young, vigorous cunt could grip and tease a cock. 
Laura, his wife, was still beautiful, and was sexually adventurous like himself. 
But he now realised how her vagina had lost its strength and young elasticity 
over the twenty years of marriage; fucked him and too many men too many 
times. This smooth, warm cunt moved around his prick, nipping and gripping, 
and he remembered Laura at fifteen.....and other teenage girls he'd had so 
many years before. You certainly couldn't get two cocks in this cunt at the 
same time, and he knew you could with Laura! His daughter was making little 
sqeaking sounds, panting, and her fingers almost tearing at the hairs on his 
shoulders and back. He covered her mouth with his, and felt her coming. He 
raised himself just a tiny bit, so his cock really scraped against her clit as it 
plunged in and out. And this did it. She came with all the energy of a young 
girl . 

It had taken a huge effort of self control not to come when she did, not to 
pump his cum into her as her vagina contracted on his cock. But the moment 
of danger had passed and he was able to  move it slowly and gently in and out 
till he felt her building to another climax.  He had a sudden thought...he hoped 
there wasn't blood all over the sofa cushion. He looked. A small damp patch, 
but no blood.

'Have you done that before, Sally?'

'No. Never. I've never had a cock in me. Oh, that's nice, Daddy like that! No. 
' She hesitated, but went on. 'But with Heather, and Mary, and sometimes 
Delia....well we play around a bit. And well, you know, candles and bananas 
and things....'

Well, he thought that explained the (welcome) absence of blood. And what a 
world of girlish sexuality he had a glimpse of. He'd have to explore that a bit. 
But later! This was too good . He started to work his cock in her a bit harder 
and faster. 'Daddy will have to get you something a bit better than a candle for 
when you play with your friends. I know just the things for you. Better than a 
banana. Now let's try this way.'

Without removing his cock, he half-pulled half-lifted her (she was so light!) 
and sank backwards on his heels. Then with a thud, and plenty of giggles as 
the impact made his cock ram extra hard into her, he was on his back on the 
carpet and his daughter astride him.

Her clit was jammed hard against his belly, his cock deep inside her, and she 
found she could stimulate herself delightfully by moving side-to-side an inch 
or two. She clenched her muscles and was rewarded by a groan of pleasure 
each time she contracted her cunt round his cock. He wondered how long he'd 
be able to hold out, delay coming, with this exciting milking movement. He 
reached up and fondled her breasts. She giggled and lifted herself up until only 
his knob was embedded. He could see the length of his shaft, glistening, and 
her plump lips hiding his knob. Sally looked down at him and suddenly 
realised why her mummy had put sliding mirror drawers on her wardrobe. 
How good it would be to fuck and watch at the same time. She must get Daddy 
to take her to his bed.

As these promising thoughts ran through her young head she was beginning to 
fuck him properly, raising herself off him, and then dropping with her full 
weight onto him. Each crashing impact gave her clit a jolt, while her vagina 
still gripped and released his cock as it slid through. She was surprised to feel 
his nipples hard under her palms, erect just as hers did. She didn't know men 
felt anything there too. She bent over and sucked at them, and was rewarded 
with a groan of pleasure. They were almost still a moment while they kissed, 
breast to chest.

Then she sat up again. Her cunt demanded she shag, and shag hard. She raised 
herself up, almost off the cock, and then thumped down. She laughed. 
'Bouncy, bouncy!' He was moving as well, now, to her rhythm. As she went 
faster and harder, he could see little drops of sweat between her tits. He 
watched as one drop started to run down her body. She was panting, now, and 
uttering words he was surprised a fifteen year old would know. He was 
worried how long he could hold out. He did so want them to come together. It 
was all right! He felt her coming, and as she collapsed again onto his chest, he 
bucked up and down , pumping into her.

Minutes later, they were lying together still. He was still in her, but could feel 
his cock had gone limp. Well, he still wanted to suck that plump little cunt, 
and to have his knob in her mouth.

'I'd like a drink. Shall I get you a coke?'

She nodded, and watched him as he crossed the room to the door. He had 
lovely broad shoulders, she thought, and she loved the hair on his shoulders 
and back. and even on the muscular cheeks of his arse. When he came back in 
, grasping a couple of bottles of coke, she almost giggled when she saw how 
reduced that proud, huge cock had become, a tiny, shrivelled thing.  He sat on 
the carpet close beside her and they quickly drank.

'Now this,' he said. He lay beside her , his head by her belly, his belly by her 
face, pulled her half over on top of him, and buried his face in her crotch. As 
he caressed her bottom with both hands, his tongue went to work on her. 'Like 
Heather,' she thought. 'He sucks like Heather....nibbling my clit and then 
every so often sticking his tongue right in me.'

'That's lovely, Daddy. Just there. Just like that....' Her blonde hair lay golden 
over his belly and thighs as she nuzzled him, rubbing her cheek on his cock 
and hairy balls. The cock twitched, and she closed her lips round the knob. He 
groaned, and she felt his tongue work faster and harder . The whole cock in her 
mouth now, folded in two, nearly, but not quite limp. And she felt it growing 
in her mouth, straightening, swelling, getting longer. It was thrilling! Now it 
was too big, and she had her lips round the middle of the shaft....even like this 
it was in danger of touching her throat and making her gag. She knew what to 
do instinctively, and as he sucked and licked so she grasped the root of his 
prick with one hand, tickled his balls with the other, and moved her soft mouth 
up and down on him.

He could feel her coming. Her young muscles clenched under his palms as she 
drove her clit and cunt across his mouth. And she sucked. How she sucked. 
She didn't stop even as her body spasmed under him, and she didn't gag when 
he pumped his cum into her mouth along with the last twitches of her 
orgasm.......................

She was laying beside him, her right breast pressed against him, just as she had 
an hour before. His hand rested on the smoothness of her white hips. Only 
difference was they were naked now...and father and daughter now had an 
even closer bond.

'Your Daddy's a lucky man. ' He stretched his legs out , luxuriating. 'Many 
men would give a lot for an hour with you.' 

She giggled. She was playfully twining the black hairs on his belly into little 
coils like spinning wool. 'A lot?'

'Oh , hundreds. I bet you.'

'What sort of men, Daddy?' His belly was a mass of  spikes, like a hairbrush, 
She had finished her almost-worshipping spinning and  was now lightly 
holding his prick.

'Well.' He thought a moment. 'You remember John Richardson?'

'Your boss?' He had visited the summer before and stayed over. She 
remembered him as an immaculately groomed gentleman . Hand-made suit 
and shoes. Manicure. Good haircut, greying at the temples. Nice! He had 
complemented her on her dress at dinner. And on the beach next day he 
stripped down well. Tanned. Obviously worked-out a lot. And masses of 
lovely body-hair. Black, like Daddy's. He had complemented her on her bikini. 
Well...her tits were even nicer now! She knew he wanted her , even then when 
she was only fourteen and a bit green about men, by the way he kept looking at 
her tits and belly! And he had a nice bulge in his own swimming trunks! She 
absent-mindedly felt her breast, the one that wasn't pressed up against Daddy. 
Her other hand cradled his balls as if weighing them.

Her Daddy laughed, and covered her hand with his own so it pressed her 
breast. 'Yes! You noticed too that he fancied you! And especially your breasts. 
What do you think of him?'

'He's a lovely man!'

'Well. If you'd like to have him....and get a nice big present off him, I'll tell 
you what we'll do.' She said nothing, but her consent was expressed by 
squeezing herself even closer to him, their legs touching along their full 
lengths.

'I'll invite him to dinner, and to stay over the weekend, like last year. When 
your Mother clears the main course, I'll go out to the kitchen with her. That's 
your chance to tell him you are desperate to get some skates and skating gear, 
but your mean Daddy won't buy you the blades. Tell him I won't, because I 
say all you want to do is to show your body off along the esplanade like the 
other girls. Say to him, and why shouldn't I show my body off? I'm fifteen, 
and I've got a good body. That should get him going! Then tell him you'd do 
anything to get those blades. Anything. Really anything!'

Sally was giggling now. Partly at the idea of seducing her Daddy's 
distinguished boss, and partly because as he explained the scenario, her 
Daddy's cock was growing hard, almost at it's full, exciting size. She rubbed it 
lightly up and down, encouraging it to grow as she watched it in awe. The 
hand cradling his balls tickled them with finger-tips.

'You think he'll offer to buy me them?'

'I'm sure. But tell him you'd rather have the money. Two hundred'  He 
caressed his daughter's lovely breast and reconsidered. 'Three hundred!'

'He'll never pay that!'

'He will! Tell him you'll come to his room when everything's quiet. I'm sure 
you'll enjoy it with him. He's very experienced, and especially with teenage 
girls!'

'You're hard again Daddy!.'

'Mmmmm. And there's one other little thing you should learn before Mr 
Richardson. I'm sure he'll want it sometime during your love-night. Here. 
Kneel on this cushion with your bosom on the sofa.'

He knelt behind her and thought to himself that this was her best position, 
where she was her most beautiful. He liked nice tits, but really was a legs and 
bum man. He parted the rounded cheeks, one hand on each buttock, to show 
the secret rose within. Smooth, pink, unwrinkled. He loved arses...almost 
any.....(like Laura he went both ways)....but this one was so....... . Words 
couldn't descibe! He pressed his mouth to her and kissed. Then his tongue, 
licking first, and then penetrating. She giggled .

'That tickles , Daddy. But don't stop!'

As he sucked and licked, and entered her with his pointed tongue, he found 
himself thinking of other teenage girls, when he was at school and college. 
He'd not done this with them. All those lovely arses he'd missed!

'Don't move! Don't go away.'  But he laughed. 

She watched as he went to the door, his great weapon waving in front of him 
as he walked.
He was soon back, with a bottle in his hand. She recognised the olive oil from 
the dining table. He was kneeling behind her again, and she felt the oil drip 
between her cheeks and down over  where he had been kissing. Now his finger 
rubbing it into her, and the tip of his finger going into her , where his tongue 
had relaxed and opened her. She wriggled her bottom, unthinking. He knew 
when she did this that this would be good, that she wanted what he was to do. 
As she moved back to meet it, he allowed his oily index finger to enter her to 
the second knuckle, and then completely in. He reached under her with his left 
hand and held her cunt while he slipped the finger in and out. 

Now two fingers, and stimulating her clit at the same time. As he slipped in 
and out, he sought her hand , and pulled it under her, onto her cunt. 'Wank 
yourself, Sally, so I can feel you with both hands. As she rubbed up and down, 
he withdrew his fingers, and placed his knob. He worked it gently in a half 
inch, and then pushed harder. He was there!   She gave a squeak, but was still 
moving under him, and still masturbating. Both hands on her shoulders, 
kneading the muscles, he shoved till his own hair touched her smooth bottom. 
She was tight and gripping, but he could move smoothly and easily in and out 
as he matched his passion to her own. As he sensed her excitement rising, so 
he increased the power and speed of his pumping. Sweat dripped from him 
onto her back. The moment was coming, he knew, and he collapsed on her 
back, both arms reaching under her to clutch at her tits. She was coming, 
shouting her pleasure, and the hands on her breasts tipped her over into 
ecstacy. He, too, having held back for minutes, allowed his orgasm to build, 
until he pumped his cum into her, catching the last moments of her orgasm.

They lay like this for minutes...she kneeling, he kneeling, collapsed over her 
back, sweat running between their two bodies. Finally his cock went limp, and 
her strong arse expelled it. He looked down, and saw the hole gaping open, 
and seeming to throb. As he watched, wiping his sweat from her back with his 
robe, and the cum from both their bodies, he watched it contract and close. 

He lay on his back on the carpet, looking at his daughter's arse as she still 
knelt in front of the sofa. What a lovely arse, he thought. Rounded but 
firm...pretty pouting lips! She got up and knelt over him, her weight on his 
belly. He could feel the wetness of her cunt lips on his skin. Her eyes were 
shining as she looked down at him, smiling and happy. 'I knew people did 
that....I mean in the bottom, Daddy. But I couldn't believe it could be so 
good!' She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. 'Mummy's going 
shopping with her friend Amy Thursday afternoon. Shall we....I mean can we 
when I come home from school? Please take some time off, and come home 
early, Daddy. Please!' She leaned down and kissed him on his lips.

'In your bedroom, then, Sally. I'll get home early. Four o'clock.'

'In your bed, Daddy. In your lovely, big bed.'

He hesitated. That somehow seemed a betrayal. But what the hell! And he'd 
enjoy watching her in Laura's mirrors! 'Mm. In my big bed.' 

'Oh, and Daddy. I'll need a nice nightie for Mr Richardson. A sexy one. Can 
you give me some money for it. Fifty should do.'

'OK, Sally. Satin and lace and see-through bits. But only if you wear it for me 
Thursday , first.'

She kissed him again. 'You're so sexy, Daddy.' She giggled and got up from 
him. He watched her as she crossed the room and went towards the door.  He 
knew he should be feeling that mixture of guilt and sadness that follows, 
inevitably, straying from the marriage bed, but was surprised to register 
nothing but contentment....yes and probably he could manage it again. Her arse 
was moving so sexily as she walked...suddenly he thought of the blessed 
Marilyn and her wiggle. How that arse would move in high-heels. Perhaps he 
should get her some heels as well as a nightie for Thursday?  Yes!  He looked 
at her lovely back and bottom, and was certain he could do it again!  His cock 
was alive and twitching. He hadn't been this randy, he knew, since he too was 
fifteen. She had seen his cock readying again for action and was laughing as 
she spoke over her shoulder, 'And you'd better shower again before Mummy 
gets home. I'm going to have mine now....let's shower together.'

                                                     End

Do you, like me, wonder how Sally fared with Mr Richardson, and how her 
Daddy enjoyed it too? )
