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I pulled back to look at her again. “How was that?” I asked.
“I want to do it some more,” she murmured, placing her lush lips against my mouth. This time, it was her tongue that tentatively darted against mine.
When we broke apart, I saw that the worried look in her beautiful eyes had been replaced by one of pleasure. We leaned in close, and I sucked her lower lip between mine. I felt her breathing quicken with my gentle sucking, and when I released it, she let out a sigh.
When we kissed again, her tongue parted my lips, and I reflexively sucked gently on the tip, bringing it into my mouth. When I did, I heard a soft moan coming from her, and her two hands gently held my head in place. We enjoyed this kiss for a while, our tongues dancing gently against each other.
I watched my daughter intently. Her face was a little flushed, her eyes were open and bright, and her full lips remained slightly parted. My penis was like a steel bar.
“Now my nipples are hard,” she sighed. “Look.”
I did. She pulled her top against herself, letting me see the outline of her nipples peeking through her shirt. They looked wonderful.
“Why did they get like that?” she asked.
“Remember I told you that can happen when you're aroused?” I reminded her.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, gently running her fingers over them. “It feels good when I touch them.”
“Boys like to touch them too,” I said. What the hell made me say that?
“Do you want to touch them, Daddy?”
The rational part of my brain was screaming “NO!” but other parts of me were screaming “Hell yes!”
I struggled to get the words out: “I don't think I should.”
“Why not? If boys like to touch them, and you're a boy, why don't you want to touch them?”
“I'm your father, babe.”
“Yes, and I feel safe with you. I love you.”
“But it wouldn't be right.”
“Why?”
“Because you're my daughter.”
“Are you saying this is another thing fathers and daughters don't normally do?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I don't care. I want you to touch them. Please, Daddy, I swear I won't tell.”
The excited little voice in my head, controlled by my crotch, was saying, “Play with her tits, man! What's wrong with you? She asked you to!”
Sarah pulled away from me for a moment, just long enough to remove her tank top. Her beautiful breasts were exposed to me. I'd seen them quite often before, but not after sharing a few passionate kisses with her, and not with my cock straining in my pants. Seemingly of its own volition, my hand moved up to encircle her breast. When my fingers passed over her erect nipple, Sarah gasped and kissed me hard.
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed as I fondled and caressed her firm young tit. "That's making my pussy tingle." I'm getting wet."
"Do you like that, baby?" I asked, still massaging her nipple.
"Yes, I like it," Sarah sighed. "Play with the other one too."
I began fondling both of her breasts, kissing her occasionally. My God, I was holding my topless teenage daughter, kissing her and fondling her nipples. I would need some quality time with my right hand when we were done.
Sarah moaned into my mouth as I began gently rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
"Daddy," she sighed, "I want to touch myself."
"Go ahead, baby. If you're turned on, now is the perfect time to do it. I'll just go and..."
"No, stay here and kiss me some more. I don't mind if you watch me do it."
She stood up and took off her skirt, then sat next to me again, her heels on the edge of the seat cushion and her legs spread, and began stroking herself over her damp yellow bikini panties. I had no idea my cock could get so hard.
Between kisses, I watched her play with her little pussy through the fabric. She started slowly, rubbing her fingertips over her lips, and gradually sped up, pressing her middle finger into the fabric and forcing it a little inside her opening.
"Play with my breasts again," she said.
She was happy to oblige. It kept my hands busy, hands that wanted to play with her and me.
Sarah was sighing now, her slender hips swaying slightly to the rhythm of her fingers playing with themselves. The crotch of her panties was damp, and I could smell her arousal. Damn! All I wanted to do was pull those panties down and off her long legs. To be able to sink something inside her, like my fingers, my tongue, or my throbbing cock.
"Oooh, that feels so good," she said into my mouth. "But I feel like something more should happen."
"Try rubbing a little higher up, at the top of your slit. That's where your clit is," I said. "Most people call it a clitoris."
"Where?"
"Right here," I said, taking her hand in mine and moving her finger halfway around where he knew her most sensitive spot must be.
"Maybe I should take off my panties."
I was about to say something about leaving the room again, but she had already jumped to her feet and removed her soaked panties.
I pulled back to look at her again. “How was that?” I asked.
“I want to do it some more,” she murmured, placing her lush lips against my mouth. This time, it was her tongue that tentatively darted against mine.
When we broke apart, I saw that the worried look in her beautiful eyes had been replaced by one of pleasure. We leaned in close, and I sucked her lower lip between mine. I felt her breathing quicken with my gentle sucking, and when I released it, she let out a sigh.
When we kissed again, her tongue parted my lips, and I reflexively sucked gently on the tip, bringing it into my mouth. When I did, I heard a soft moan coming from her, and her two hands gently held my head in place. We enjoyed this kiss for a while, our tongues dancing gently against each other.
I watched my daughter intently. Her face was a little flushed, her eyes were open and bright, and her full lips remained slightly parted. My penis was like a steel bar.
“Now my nipples are hard,” she sighed. “Look.”
I did. She pulled her top against herself, letting me see the outline of her nipples peeking through her shirt. They looked wonderful.
“Why did they get like that?” she asked.
“Remember I told you that can happen when you're aroused?” I reminded her.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, gently running her fingers over them. “It feels good when I touch them.”
“Boys like to touch them too,” I said. What the hell made me say that?
“Do you want to touch them, Daddy?”
The rational part of my brain was screaming “NO!” but other parts of me were screaming “Hell yes!”
I struggled to get the words out: “I don't think I should.”
“Why not? If boys like to touch them, and you're a boy, why don't you want to touch them?”
“I'm your father, babe.”
“Yes, and I feel safe with you. I love you.”
“But it wouldn't be right.”
“Why?”
“Because you're my daughter.”
“Are you saying this is another thing fathers and daughters don't normally do?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I don't care. I want you to touch them. Please, Daddy, I swear I won't tell.”
The excited little voice in my head, controlled by my crotch, was saying, “Play with her tits, man! What's wrong with you? She asked you to!”
Sarah pulled away from me for a moment, just long enough to remove her tank top. Her beautiful breasts were exposed to me. I'd seen them quite often before, but not after sharing a few passionate kisses with her, and not with my cock straining in my pants. Seemingly of its own volition, my hand moved up to encircle her breast. When my fingers passed over her erect nipple, Sarah gasped and kissed me hard.
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed as I fondled and caressed her firm young tit. "That's making my pussy tingle." I'm getting wet."
"Do you like that, baby?" I asked, still massaging her nipple.
"Yes, I like it," Sarah sighed. "Play with the other one too."
I began fondling both of her breasts, kissing her occasionally. My God, I was holding my topless teenage daughter, kissing her and fondling her nipples. I would need some quality time with my right hand when we were done.
Sarah moaned into my mouth as I began gently rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
"Daddy," she sighed, "I want to touch myself."
"Go ahead, baby. If you're turned on, now is the perfect time to do it. I'll just go and..."
"No, stay here and kiss me some more. I don't mind if you watch me do it."
She stood up and took off her skirt, then sat next to me again, her heels on the edge of the seat cushion and her legs spread, and began stroking herself over her damp yellow bikini panties. I had no idea my cock could get so hard.
Between kisses, I watched her play with her little pussy through the fabric. She started slowly, rubbing her fingertips over her lips, and gradually sped up, pressing her middle finger into the fabric and forcing it a little inside her opening.
"Play with my breasts again," she said.
She was happy to oblige. It kept my hands busy, hands that wanted to play with her and me.
Sarah was sighing now, her slender hips swaying slightly to the rhythm of her fingers playing with themselves. The crotch of her panties was damp, and I could smell her arousal. Damn! All I wanted to do was pull those panties down and off her long legs. To be able to sink something inside her, like my fingers, my tongue, or my throbbing cock.
"Oooh, that feels so good," she said into my mouth. "But I feel like something more should happen."
"Try rubbing a little higher up, at the top of your slit. That's where your clit is," I said. "Most people call it a clitoris."
"Where?"
"Right here," I said, taking her hand in mine and moving her finger halfway around where he knew her most sensitive spot must be.
"Maybe I should take off my panties."
I was about to say something about leaving the room again, but she had already jumped to her feet and removed her soaked panties.
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