Loving Daddy

Shit. Shit. Shit. This was her fantasy. Her father slipping her bottoms off. Telling her how much he loved her before he got between her legs and ate her out..making her cum all over her father's face. She needed to get it together.

"Dad, I think that's the phone ringing inside. You might want to go get it. It might be your work." I say. He was touching me again but he probably had no idea what he was doing so I lightly shifted so that his hand fell off me.
 
Get a hold of yourself, Connor! he told himself as he jerked his hand from his daughter's body. He had just been inches from her pussy. "I'd better go see who it is," he said, as he stood and rushed off before Erika could see the bulge in his shorts. By the time he made it into the house, the phone had stopped ringing, but Connor decided he probably shouldn't go back out to the pool, at least not right away. He was too horny and his daughter was too much for him to resist, obviously.

Going to the fridge he pulled out a bottle of water and took a long drink, dropping the plastic top on the counter. What the fuck is wrong with me? One minute, I'm telling my daughter how much I love her, then the next minute I'm trying to stick my hand between her legs. I should just go upstairs and jack off so I can concentrate, and so I can look at my daughter without drooling and getting a hard on.
 
Erika was thankful when her father was gone. This would give her a chance to pull herself together. This was her father she was fantasizing about. This was the man who raised her. He sure in hell didn't want to get between her legs and eat her. But god, she wanted him too. In her head, she could hear her father say how much he loved her..how special she was. In her head she could picture him getting right down on his knees in front of her before tasting her pussy.

God, this was sick. But she wanted it so much. She wanted her father between her legs. She wanted him to look up at her as he ate her teenage pussy. She took a sip of water. She needed to get this under control before her father came back outside.
 
Connor knew he shouldn't go back out to the pool. He knew the best thing he could do was to go upstairs or go watch TV, but the more he thought about it the more he wanted to be with his daughter. He wanted to see Erika, even if it meant dealing with the inappropriate feelings he had. He wanted to be with her, no matter what the consequences.

Taking another drink of water, Connor made his way back out to the pool, taking a seat on the lawn chair beside his daughter, "Didn't get to the phone in time," he explained. "Have given any more thought to eating?"
 
She was deep in her own thought when her father returned. She had tried her damnest to put away her thoughts but those damned fantasies get coming back to her. And they got even more steamier.

"I"m not really hungry. Maybe in a few hours we'll go to the Chinese place down the street or something but for now I'd like to enjoy the pool." I tell him.

God, she wanted to forget the fantasies she was having but they seemed so damned vivid. And they were the same dreams she had been having every single night.
 
Connor donned his sunglasses again and leaned back in his lawn chair, turning his head to glance at Erika. Her skin seemed to smolder in the bright sunlight, almost begging him to reach out and touch her body. If she had been anyone else, he would have been all over her but this was his daughter. His teenage daughter.

With the sunglasses preventing Erika from seeing what he was looking at, Connor felt free to let his eyes roam across the length of her perfect body, taking in every patch of soft, smooth skin, every curve, every angle. He licked his lips, wondering what it would be like to run his tongue across every inch of her, from her toes up her long legs, between her legs, up over her flat stomach, over every inch of her round, full tits, her neck...

Connor realized that his erection had returned, and there wasn't really anything he could do to hide it as it pushed against the front of his swim trunks. He groaned softly as he continued to think about Erika, about how much he wanted her, to touch her, to taste her...
 
It was better if they didn't speak, that way Erika didn't have to worry about saying something she shouldn't. On occasion, she'd glance over at her father who was getting some sun. She couldn't help but notice his strong chest, those weights he did every morning definitely helped.

She closed her eyes, hoping to shut off her mind but it didn't help. As she closed her eyes, all she could picture in her mind was her father sitting at the foot of her lawn chair, telling her what a special woman she was..how beautiful. She pictured her father getting down on his knees between her legs, taking off her bikini bottoms before diving into taste her womanhood.

Christ, this damned fantasy wouldn't go away. She swallowed hard. She focused her eyes on the pool. She HAD to put it together.
 
The urges that Connor had been feeling seemed to be growing more intense and more difficult to ignore. Now he was actually thinking about what would happen if he were to reach out and touch Erika, let his hand caress her big breasts, glide down between her legs and rub her tight teen pussy. God, he wondered what that pussy would look like and more importantly, what it would taste like. That tiny piece of fabric that made up her bikini bottom was all that stood between him and his daughter's sweet cunt. If only he could work up the nerve...if only she wouldn't think he was a complete pervert.

Connor slowly reached out and let his hand drape over Erika's, a simple gesture of affection...then his hand lightly brushed up and down her arm, almost absently...
 
Erika lay there, feeling her father's hand touch her arm softly. God, she was such a freak. The same fantasy kept replaying in her mind no matter how much or how hard she wished for it to stop.

She looked over at her father who was touching her arm so lovingly. Even though her father was just touching her arm, the only thing she could picture was her father on her knees at the end of her lawn chair, tasting her.
 
Connor saw his daughter turn her head in his direction as his hand caressed her arm innocently, but she didn't say anything, and she didn't pull away either. Feeling his cock twitching in his trunks, he let his hand move from her arm to her stomach, fingertips lightly brushing against her bare skin in small circles that slowly grew larger. Soon the circles he was making on her stomach were large enough that his hand was brushing against the bottoms of her breasts at the top of the circle, and over her bikini bottoms at the bottom of the circle.

Realizing that his hand was brushing against his daughter's breasts, Connor felt his heart stop. His hand didn't stop.
 
Erika could feel her bikini bottoms becoming wet. Sweet Christ. She knew she should push her father's hand away but she had been having the same dream for the last four nights and it wouldn't stop. It was all she ever thought about.

She watched as her father brushed his hand against her full breasts. She just looked at him without a word. His touch started to harden her perfect little nipples.
 
Connor turned his head toward Erika, watching her breasts jiggle slightly each time his hand brushed against the bottom of them. He thought he could see her nipples beginning to harden too. As his hand moved low in its circle around her stomach, it dipped down past the edge of her bikini bottom, almost low enough to be indecent. And still she hadn't objected. Was she just too scared to say anything? Or could she actually be enjoying it just as he was? Was that why her nipples were getting hard.

At top of the next circle, Connor's hand did more than just brush lightly against his daughter's tits, this time it bumped them firmly, cauing them to bounce visibly. Then on the way down, it went low enough to touch her pussy mound, low enough to feel the warmth between her legs.
 
God, this was her fantasy. She didn't even know if she was dreaming. Was this the same dream she had the past three nights in a row? The same dream she had whenever she closed her eyes.

She was keeping her composure pretty well but when his hand brushed her mound, that did it. She let out a soft gasp. She bit her lip, knowing it was wrong to moan at this but god, she was wet and warm and her father had just touched her mound.
 
Connor thought he heard Erika gasp at his touch between her legs, but he couldn't be sure. He was sure that she hadn't objected or pulled away. At least not yet. He was also sure there as no way he could stop himself now. He had passed the point of no return.

He let his hand slowly circle back up to his daughter's breasts, this time he let his fingertips glide over tits, brushing lightly against her hard nipples before moving back down between her legs. As his hand moved low, he pressed down more firmly pressing just above Erika's clit.
 
She felt her father press against her clit. She bit her lip, trying not to moan but it was fucking hard because this is what she wanted for weeks. She had dreamed of this. Every morning she woke with her panties soaked because of her dream.

She gasped feeling her father press against her clit. She was so warm..so wet. He had done this to her. He had caused this. Sweet Christ. This had been her dream for the longest time. It seemed so unreal to her.
 
After letting his hand linger between Erika's legs for a long moment, Connor finally moved his hand back up over her stomach to her chest, this time cupping her right breast firmly, feeling her nipple press against his palm. Then he moved his hand to her left breast, letting his finger push the edge of her bikini over far enough to free her nipple. He let his thumb press against her bare nipple for a brief moment, then his hand once again moved down over her stomach.

As his hand moved between Erika's legs, Connor stretched his arm lower, low enough to reach her clit. His fingers rubbed against her clit in a small circle, shileding by only the thin fabric of her bikini. Connor, who was now laying on his stomach on the lawn chair, felt his cock grow to its full size as it pressed against the seat of the chair.

Connor didn't move his hand back up to his daughter's breasts this time, at least not right away. Instead, he moved his fingers to the top of her bikini bottom and slipped them underneath, sliding his hand back down until his fingertips were brushing against her clit, no fabric separating them now.
 
It was all happening so fast. Erika had no idea how it happened but she soon felt her father's fingers working on her clit with her bikini bottoms pushed to the side. She was so warm and wet. He had caused this. He had been doing this to her.

"Daddy..." I whisper to him, a soft gasp escaping my lips. There was no sense in holding back my moans any longer. He had to know how wet he made me.
 
Connor was so intent on the feel of his fingers against Erika's clit, and the warmth of her pussy on his hand, that he didn't realize she'd spoken at first. When he finally did realize it wasn't just his imagination, his eyes moved up to her face. He could see the way her lips were half parted, her eyes fluttering between open and closed, and he knew that she was aroused.

"I love you, Erika..." he whispered in return as he rubbed her clit more firmly, his gaze slowly moving down to her chest, seeing the one exposed nipple and the way her chest rose and fell heavily.
 
"I love you too, Daddy." I whisper him, gasping again as I felt you tease my clit. Jesus Christ, this was my fantasy for days and here it was happening. The cool air was hitting my nipple, making it rock hard. "SO very much..." I whisper to him. God, I was so wet and so very excited.
 
Hearing the passion in his daughter's voice, passion with no hesitation, Connor pulled his hand away from her body and lifted himself off of the lawn chair, no longer worried about hiding the massive erection in his trunks. He stepped over to the end of Erika's chair and sat down on it. He spread her legs apart slightly and then reach up to her bikini bottom, pulling it down over her hips and working it down off of her thighs, then down over her ankles, tossing it toward the edge of the pool.

Connor looked up at his daughter's pussy, and licked his lips as his hand moved up the inside of her thigh. He gently rubbed her clit again, no longer encumbered by the bikini, then rubbed lower, letting his fingers brush against her slit.
 
Oh god. This was her fantasy coming true. Everything that made her cum for the past four days was coming true. She parted her legs a little wider for her father now that her bikini was on the ground.

"Daddy, I'm so very wet." I gasped softly, feeling his fingers about to push inside my slit. God, this was so hot. I had made myself cum so many nights thinking about this and here it was coming true.
 
"I know you are, baby girl," Connor responded as his hand continued to explore her pussy, gently rubbing, probing...feeling just how warm and wet she was. "I'm so hard right now, so hard from thinking about you..."

As Connor's voice trailed off, he leaned over, spreading Erika's thighs apart with his hands as he lowered his head down between her legs. He could see the moisture glistening on her bare pussy lips, and smell her arousal as he moved close. Jesus fucking christ! I'm about to eat my own daughter's pussy...and she wants me to...

Connor lowered his face to Erika's pussy mound, his nose pressed firmly against her skin as his lips parted around her clit and his tongue slipped out to lick her button.
 
"Oh god, Daddy." I gasped loudly. I had dreamed for so long to see my father go down on me and taste me. I stroked his hair with my fingers as my father went down on me. Christ, I made myself cum to this very fantasy for weeks. I woke up with cum in my panties every morning thinking about this.

I squirmed in the lawn chair as my father ate me out for the very first time.
 
Connor still couldn't believe that he was doing this. And a part of him was still screaming in the back of his mind that what he was doing was wrong, but it was too late by then. He was already doing it now, he was already going down on his daughter, Erika. And if he was going to do it, he was going to do it right. He heard her gasp and cry out and he knew that he wanted nothing more than to hear her do it again and again. He wanted to make her happy...to make her scream with pleasure...

Connor let his tongue gently circle around his daughter's clit several times before slowly lowering his head down. As he did, his nose pushed against her clit and his tongue slid down to her plump pussy lips, licking the outside of her lips several times before finally slipping between them, tasting the tangy sweetness of her pussy.
 
The way he kept tasting me, eating me out completely. Christ. I had dreamed of this very moment. I stroked his hair softly as I looked down at my father going down on me.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum. God, I'm going to cum so soon." I gasped, squirming in the lawn chair. God, I had dreamed about this for so very long and here it was. I was getting eaten out by my own father.
 
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