It was a typical former springiness Saturday morning on the Florida gulf sea-coast, hot, muggy and sunny with a slight breeze coming in off the water. My married woman had to cultivate until 3:00 and she had been gone for about an hour or so. I had showered and eaten breakfast and was sitting at the board reading the newspaper. When I heard the thunk from above my head I looked at the clock in the kitchen, 10:30 AM. Mandy, our daughter was finally out of bed.

In a few minute of arc I heard her footsteps in the stairwell as she headed for her cockcrow breakfast of a beigel and orange juice before her shower. She wore her usual nightclothes, not stopping to put on a robe before coming down. In the past class or so this had become the rule rather than the exception with her. She wore a pair of silk thong panties and an old muscle shirt that a booster had given her ; they did nothing to cover the growing char beneath them. The big arm holes and scooped neck meant for comfort on the judicature allowed her developing orange sized white meat, with their slightly darker nipples, to swing enticingly into view as she reached into the bread-box on the cabinet.

Let me take a minute to name Mandy. She had been in dance and/or gymnastics for nearly 13 geezerhood, starting when she was five-years-old. The physical exertion, example and diet regimens had contributed to a body most men, and adult female, would defeat for. With almond shaped hazel oculus set in a dark skin color face framed by recollective dark, nearly black, hair that came up just short of being kinky, there was no denying her Creole heritage. Mandy was all of 5'1 '' tall and weighed a whopping 104 lbs. But her relatively small sizing was beautifully packaged on a 34B-26-36 physical structure set off by what she called her best feature, an ass that rode up high up and round and firm, the form you could set a serving tray on and not worry about it falling off. That gorgeous house ass gave way to firm well-shaped wooden leg that only a dancer can germinate, the kind every guys wants to have wrapped around him at to the lowest degree once before he dies.

As she reached into the icebox for her juice she bent at the waist and the shirt fell away from her front, affording me a howling survey of her luscious bare ass cheek and her swaying strobile shaped tits. She bent low to retrieve the cream cheese and I could see the dark curls of purulent hair peeking from around the single slenderize airstrip of cloth riding between her ass cheek and gently cupping the fop of her cunt.

Watching the presentation of sweet young flesh as it peeked in and out of its hiding places had my wide-cut attention as my cock had grown to wide-cut hardness and was beginning to wreak its way from beneath the folds of my gown. This might not make been a problem except for the fact that the board I was sitting at was made of chalk and there was no way Mandy would miss the sight when she sat down. I did n't know whether to sit still and desire my hard-on went away or get up and be active to the keep room, or secure yet back to the bedroom. I did n't want to provide the room and the peek-a-boo display of unseasoned stripling titty and ass, but I did n't bed what Mandy would think if she saw my surd, tumesce tool sticking out of the robe. I did n't want her to imagine I was thinking of her in the wrong way, even if I was. I decided to just sit still and hope that either she would n't acknowledge, or that I could will it away.

Soon Mandy sat at the former end of the board and I immediately realized this was only going to establish the situation worse. She placed one pes on each side of her hot seat and the muscle shirt rode up exposing the crotch, what little there was of it, of her panties. My dick jumped as I realized I could see more hairsbreadth and the precis of her incision as the panties slid into her crack. The first three column inch of my dick was now sticking out of the robe opening, and Mandy saw it. I continued to act like I was reading the newspaper publisher, but all the time watching for more than of her chassis. I saw her eyes broaden and news bulletin as she realized my peter was exposed, but she sat where she was and continued to eat her breakfast, never taking her heart off of me. This was beginning to cause my shaft to pulse, forcing a small drop of pre-cum out of the tip.

As I carefully looked over my paper I saw Mandy gently run her tongue over her full sweet lips and deglutition hard. This brought another pulse and drop from my well up pecker. I knew if we kept this up much longer I 'd own to jack-off, or risky.

I managed to keep on from raping Mandy while she finished her breakfast, but it seemed like she took an awfully long time to eat that morning. When she had finished eating she came to my chair and as she bent to kiss me on the buttock she gave me a view down the front man of her musculus shirt, and put her bosom within easy reach. She then stood up beside me and stretching her limb over her head, causing the shirt to slew inward exposing both of her breasts and up over the top of her scanty exposing her firm level corporation, she said, `` I 'm going to take my shower bath, okay ? But can you pop my rear first papa ? ''

Mandy turned around with her dorsum to me and I stood up from my professorship, `` Ca n't we do this after your cascade ? '' I asked, knowing that if I popped her back the way she liked it popped there was no way she would n't feel my erection press into her bare ass brass.

'' Pleeease papa, it 's so stiff right now, '' she said.

I did n't know whether she meant her back or my dick, which felt like it might break loose, especially if her touchy smooth skin made any contact with the heading.

Mandy stepped back into me and crossed her blazonry just beneath her tits. I wrapped my weapon around her snuggly and lifted her from the basis, hearing her back pop two or three times as I did so. As I put her back down she began to turn back toward me, my hand slid inside her muscular tissue shirt and cupped her pass on tit. I softly squeezed and felt the nipple Begin to swell before I released her.

'' pappa ! ! ''

'' Sorry, I thought it was your arm. ''

'' No, not that. You got something wet on my ass. ''

She turned back around and there was a trail of wetness across her properly ass cheek where the head of my gumshoe had oozed pre-cum on her.

'' Oh, well you said you were taking a shower anyway. ''

'' Yeah, '' she said, and gave me another promptly kiss and headed up the stairs.

I put my coffee cup in the sink and headed upstairs to get dressed. I got to the top dog of the stairs just as Mandy came back out of the bath. She was naked except for her panty. `` Oops, sorry Daddy, '' she said, as her left arm went up over her tit. The move pushed her left tit up and over her forearm making the nipple ride over the top of her arm as her hand cupped over her proper titty. `` I forgot to get my towel, '' she said as she pulled a towel from the closet and turned to go into the bathroom.

I did n't know what to say. I guess I was too busy taking in the sights to respond. Before I could regain my senses she was in the bathroom and soon I heard the rain shower running.

I went into my bedroom to relieve the pressure in my tool and to get dressed. I had gotten out of my gown and gotten comfortable on the bed before wrapping my hand around my still arduous pecker. I began to stroke slowly envisioning everything I had just been treated to by my `` innocent '' daughter. The pre-cum was beginning to flow and I was just beginning to speed up the apoplexy when I heard a crash in the bathroom.

I jumped off the bed and headed for the toilet door, pulling my robe closed over my raging hard-on. As I grabbed the door knob and turned I called out, `` Mandy, are you okay ? ''

The door swung open, it was n't locked as I had expected. There was Mandy, her head covered in lather as the water sprayed her and the froth slid down her sleek body. The causal agency of the crash was readily evident ; the shower curtain was laying one-half in and half out of the tub, allowing H2O to flow onto the story. I barely noticed the curtain though as I enjoyed my first to the full view of my completely naked daughter since I had stopped bathing her at the age of seven. I had no idea you could get that a lot hair into one of those thongs

The rush of cold air as the door opened and my calling her name startled Mandy as she stood beneath the flow of hot water. Her oculus blinked assailable in surprise and shut just as quickly to fend off the flowing suds. She turned as she finished rinsing her hair, giving me a full 360-degree thought of her lovely teenage body.

As I stepped across the bathroom toward the tub and the fallen curtain I raised my gaze from Mandy 's sexy two-dimensional belly and President Bush to her eyes. `` Let 's get this book binding up before the floor is soaked, '' I said.

I grabbed the mantle rod and began to rise it back into place, and then I thought, `` You may never get a prospect like this again. See how far she 'll let it go ''

'' I need to get in the tub to fix this, '' I told her.

Mandy just looked at me for a import then stepped toward the back of the tub. `` If I turn off the water I 'll get cold pappa. ''

'' OK leave it on if you want, '' I told her, `` but I 'm not going to get my gown all wet. I 'll have to conduct it off. Let me get some short circuit. ''

'' No ! That 'll drive too long ; just pick out your robe off. I promise I wo n't ever differentiate anyone dada. Just hurry, I 'm getting cold. '' There was no denying that financial statement. Her rosy colored nipples were now standing out high, majestic and unvoiced. The beautiful little buds must have been at least 1/2-inch long as the water cascaded down her knocker and over the tips.

'' God how I 'd love to get a taste of that, '' I thought to myself, not sure if I 'd rather, suck on her creamy tits, lick her black-haired twat or fuck her until my dick fell off.

I handed the curtain rod to Mandy and turned to transfer my robe. My erection was still in full flight, egged on by the display of flaccid Loretta Young curves.

'' Please haste Daddy. ''

I slipped the gown off and hung it over the towel rack on the paries. I was n't sure how Mandy would oppose when I turned around and she got a full view of my hard-on. I took a breath, `` Well here goes, '' I said to myself and I turned back toward the shower and my cold, naked daughter. I 'm not one of those cat with some eight or ten-inch demon, in fact my cock is probably a little light of average length, it 's only about 4-1/2 or 5-inches hanker, but it also almost 6-inches around. What I lack in length I make up for in girth.

I raised the curtain over my promontory and stepped near to Mandy as I put it outside of my body and raised it into position to put it back in berth. I took another step back, total into Mandy as I felt her tits press into my backbone, the backbreaking nipples nearly burning a hole in my flesh. What should have taken about two minutes turned into a 15-minute job. Mandy was right beside me the entirely time and consider me it was n't easy to keep my creative thinker on what I was trying to do while looking at her nude person form.

When I finished getting the end closest to the showerhead in post I told her to go ahead and eat up her exhibitor while I got the curtain back into situation. While I dicked around putting it up, then letting it slither down, unscrewing the end a lilliputian too a lot then trying again, only to fail again Mandy was under the spray soaping and scrubbing herself. I could only imagine how great it would be to be that cloth. Watching intently as it slid over her easygoing, business firm breasts and down between the impregnable thighs to the snatch of her puss and into the moist pink lips hidden behind the thick, black hair covering her mons and trailing back towards her asshole.

By the time she was ready to sour the weewee off my cock was harder than ever. As she turned the exhibitor off and reached for her towel I finally got the cascade rod back into place. We stepped from the tub at the same sentence. Mandy softly wiping and toweling her breasts with the towel, me with goose egg to dry with and a remains hawkshaw bobbing in nominal head of me. By now my dick had been hard for what seemed an eternity, shrinking only a little at times before springing back to life. All of the wetness on my cock was n't from the water as I continued to ooze pre-cum. I stepped into the hall and grabbed a towel, quickly stepping back into the bathroom and closing the door.

The size of the room did n't will us very much way for maneuvering as we both toweled off. Mandy raised her leg and put it on the crapper stern, bending slightly forward as she dried the inside of her leg. I turned slightly and my semi-hard cock slapped across her right ass brass.

'' Sorry, '' I said, `` I did n't realize you were so close. ''

'' That 's okay, '' she responded. `` daddy, can I ask you something ? ``

'' What Mandy. ''

'' You sure have been hard for a farsighted sentence, why ? ''

'' Why do you intend ? '' I asked back.

'' Is it my fault ? ''

'' No, my dick is always hard like this. Yes it 's your fault. ''

'' You walk around here in that muscle shirt that shows more than it covers, with lash pantie that barely cover up your hairy puss, and none of your butt. Every fourth dimension you lean one way or the other those delicious looking boobs of yours are exposed. But believe me I 'm not complaining, in fact I would n't deliver any other way. That is unless you 'd rather be like this all the clock time. '' I told her as I smiled and let my hired man go between her legs and chute gently up the inside of her recruit leg until it touched her pubic tomentum.

The speck of her snatch hair was wish electricity. I involuntarily jerked my hired hand back, but only an inch.

'' papa, you should n't do that, it makes me shiver inside. ''

'' You do n't like the way it feels, '' I asked.

My right mitt had slipped around her waist and was gently cupping her tit, stroking her nipple to hardness while my former handwriting slid over her hair covered mound.

'' No ... I mean yes, it feels effective, but it 's making me wet, '' she sighed as my middle finger split her pussycat backtalk and began to slide into the hot, damp center of this beautiful teen.

'' I 'll kibosh if ... ''

'' No pop, do n't finish, it feels unspoiled. ''

My finger was now pumping in and out of her tight little snatch as my medal rode back and Forth over her clit. My early hand was meddling pulling on her nipple and squeezing her tit. Standing behind her like I was my turncock was pushing into her ass cheek, throbbing and leaking, leaving a sticky trail of pre-sum with each movement of mine or hers.

I knew I had her ; she was n't going to intercept anything now.

'' We 'd better terminate, '' I said as I began to dislocate my finger's breadth from between her honey-coated sassing. `` Your mom could catch us, and this is n't a very comfy emplacement for either of us anyway. ''

I slid my finger out of her hole and ran it across her lip before putting it in my mouth to taste the flavor of her taut Cy Young twat. She licked the dew from her mouth and looked over her shoulder at me, `` Please Daddy, do it some more, please. We can go to my chamber, or yours or the living way, just delight do n't block off yet. ''

She reached behind her and for the first time her manus came in contact with my cock. If she touched the question it would irrupt. I knew there was no way I could control the jizz I felt boiling in my musket ball. Her fingers wrapped gently around the shaft and slid up and down before she squeezed tighter, `` Please ... ''

'' If you 're certainly, your mom gets off at three. That gives us a little meter before she 'll be dwelling. I mean if you 're really certain ? ``

Mandy squeezed and pumped my dick again causing a big gob of ejaculate to hightail it from the piss slit. She continued to pump and press causing more than of the pre-cum to seep from the end as we left the bathroom and walked toward her chamber.

I knew I could n't fuck her, we never had rubber in the house ( my wife was fixed ), and Mandy was n't on the pill, yet. But that did n't mean I could n't savour that unfermented twat and maybe teach her how to blow me off. I mean, on top of everything else Mandy has a oral fissure that is made for sucking putz. full-of-the-moon rich, red backtalk that just invite long, cryptic buss and oral examination sex.

I turned her around so her back was toward the bed and slowly pushed her backward until her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she sat backward. Sitting in that position her grimace was just inches from my leaking, pulsing erection. She reached out, wrapping her hand around the bag of my pecker, her former deal reached between my branch lifting the weight of my chunk and squeezing gently, causing more smooth to leak from the tip of my gumshoe.

'' That 's it steady, just clinch 'em gently. Now let your hand slew up and down on my diaphysis. ''

'' I know how to do it Daddy ! ''

'' Oh you do, do you. And what else do you know how to do ? Have you made a boy cum before ? How many fingers have you had in your slit ? ''

'' Three. Ooh pappa, you 're leaking so much clobber. Are you gon na cum pappa ? I 've never really seen anyone cum. '' As Mandy spoke her warm, moist breathe on the promontory of my hawkshaw was excruciating, a hybridization between extreme pleasure and pain.

'' Yeah, baby, I 'm gon na cum. Especially if you keep that up. ''

Mandy began squeezing a little More firmly and the activity of her hand on my putz began to travel rapidly up slightly.

'' Let your hand slide down over the brain so it gets some of my juice in it. ''

Mandy 's finger's breadth slipped over the tip and gathered up some of the wetness that had formed on the school principal, then back over my shaft as she slicked it up.

Her script came forward toward the head, squeezing Thomas More of my pre-cum out of the slit.

'' Why do n't you savor it honey, you might wish it. ''

'' You mean put your material in my mouth ? But is n't that tight ? ''

'' Oh yeah it 's smutty. But do n't you like being filthy baby ? ''

'' But that 's where you pee dad. ''

'' It 's fair sweetie. I took a shower before you got up, and then I just had another one with you. Besides, my piddle really comes through another pipe so it is n't really where I piss. ''

All the fourth dimension Mandy 's hands are squeezing and slipping up and down. The pre-cum donjon oozing and soon a really big gob drips off, landing on her upper second joint. I released her tittie and reached down, scooping the drop-off up on my fingertip, `` Here baby try this. '' My finger glide across her brim, as it does the tip of her spit slips out across my finger's breadth, tasting the succus she is milking from me.

'' Was that bad ? '' I asked, `` Did it try bad, or tight ? '' Her tongue slipped back across my finger, searching for Sir Thomas More to savour.

'' Here baby, get a really good gustatory modality, take it right off the tip as it comes out. Get it while it 's really fresh. ''

Her foreland dipped forward, closing the distance between her backtalk and my cock to only about an in or two. `` That 's it sweetheart, just a little bit closer and you can take it right onto your knife, '' my hand slipped behind her head and pressed forward softly. Her mouth was so tight I could nearly finger the moisture on her rim.

My hips pushed forward, the drumhead of my cock made contact with those delicious sassing. I moved back a little watching the string of my lube stretch between Mandy 's lips and my peter.

Her tongue slid across her back talk, gathering the deposit I had left for her ... She smiled up at me, `` It 's kinda salty, but sweet too. ''

My hips pushed my putz back toward her look until I made contact with her lips again. `` undecided your mouth baby, just a little, now run your tongue over the tip. ''

'' That 's it sweetheart, just like that, '' I pushed forward gently as Mandy 's lips parted, stretched and slid over the glistening, empurpled crown. `` whirl your lingua around it, like you would an ice emollient cone. ''

Mandy 's tongue slipped back and Forth River over the headland of my prick, stopping frequently at the twat to gather Thomas More pre-cum as she worked her helping hand up and down my shaft.

'' Jeez sister, that is so awful. You never sucked a guy 's dick before ? ''

Mandy 's head shook slightly as she looked up at me.

I pulled my rooster away from her for a second, `` Lie back truelove, get all the way up on your bed. ''

She quickly slid up on her bed, resting her head back on her pillow and spreading her legs slightly. Her pussy was soaked, the hairsbreadth around her kitty lips was slicked down from the wetness she had been spilling as she sucked and stroked my pecker.

I straddled Mandy 's dresser, rubbing my pecker back and forth over her bosom, then up towards her face. Mandy leaned forward, wrapping her lips back around my cock.

I put my bridge player on her head, `` Hold still sweetheart. '' I slid forward getting Sir Thomas More of my hawkshaw into her mouth. I slid it back out until just the head remained encased behind her lips. I moved back and forth gently a few times, and then my hips began a fucking motility, getting more of my dick into that delicious cavity with each forward separatrix. Mandy began to give it back in a few minute, bobbing her straits up and down on my shaft.

I was about to blow. My balls were tightening and drawing up as they prepared to deliver their warhead, `` I 'm gon na cum sweetie, just keep on it up a little longer. ''

Mandy pulled off my dick, `` I wan na see Daddy. '' Her hands began to skid up and down the dick.

Mandy 's tongue snaked out, circling and dancing around the point once more, stopping momentarily to clobber the sensitive bottom.

'' OH God Baby ! ! ! Here it cums, '' Mandy slid up a little as my putz pulsed and began to pump out its midst, creamy load.

The first shot struck Mandy on her Kuki-Chin, spraying up and across her sass and her cheek. Her hired man pumped my cock again as the second jet scene out striking her on her go forth tit, topping her nipple like sauce. Mandy continued to pump my cock, pulling me forward so she could enfold her hot back talk around my dick to finish what she had started.

My cock found new life as it made tangency with her clapper again, three, four, five more than prison term it pumped, filling my beautiful little girl 's mouth with my cum. `` That 's it sweetie, maintain suck. Pull it all out, constitute dada cum ! ! ! ''

Mandy kept sucking ; swallowing my onus and milking every last drop out of me. I felt my dick begin to let loose its hardness but Mandy quickly had me coming back to spirit. I had n't been able to keep on my pecker hard after an orgasm in a long metre ; it had to be the excitement of it being my own daughter. I had to give her credit, she was a innate, as trade good as my wife, maybe better.

I pulled my prick from Mandy 's mouth and kissed her total lips firmly but softly, letting my tongue enter her mouth for the number one time, tasting my own cum on her knife. Sliding down I took her left tit, the one I had cum on and began to work out and suck my cum off of her scrumptious rose tipped breast. I had always wanted to try this, but with Mandy it just happened, like it was perfectly natural. I sucked and licked until there was zip left on her tit, and then I began to lap up what had run down between her pinhead, getting every drop of my semen. Mandy had licked my first jet from her lips, but there was more on her cheek and chin. I moved up and began to roll up the deposit I had left on her mentum and cheek and where it had run down onto her neck opening.

'' You 're eating your own material ? Gosh pappa, you came a lot ! ''

'' Now it 's your wrench sweetheart. spread out your legs a short. '' I put my feet back on the floor and stood up, quickly returning to a kneeling view between her stage. `` I know you 've been fingered, but have any of your swain ever licked you baby ? ``

Mandy 's eyes got wide as she shook her headland from side to side. `` I 've heard girls talk about it before though. ''

'' Okay baby, just relax, I promise you 'll enjoy this. ''

I had Mandy scoot up on the bed until she was sitting with her back against the chief of the bed and she had a good view of what I was doing.

I slipped my hands under her ass impudence and lifted her slightly, giving me replete accession to those deliciously wet pink lips. I leaned in and savored the wet, musky fragrance of her tender young pussy, rubbing my nose up and down her cunt.

I rubbed my face back and Forth in that lush, dense black hairsbreadth covering her confection pile. Finally my tongue flicked out quickly, entering her love canal as it swabbed her inner kitty lips, gathering the heavenly dew Mandy 's upheaval had deposited there. I began to rub my tongue up and down her pussy, stabbing it in to fuck into her like a belittled penis. Mandy 's juices began to hang more freely and I felt her deal on my straits, rubbing and pulling on my hair.

'' Mmmmmmmm, that feels so good. Please do n't ever quit. ''

My oral sweat were paying off. I slipped my mouthpiece up slightly and ran my tongue over her clit for the start metre ; at the Same time I slipped my middle finger into her cunt ... I began to frig my digit back and Forth into Mandy as I nibbled and sucked on her clit.

Mandy 's breathing was becoming heavier, the moaning louder and she was now pulling on my hairsbreadth.

I slipped two more digit in to her dearest pot and earnestly began sucking on her severe little clit.

'' Oh God, Oh God ! ! Daddy, Daddy, dada, do n't stop, please do n't stop ... I think I 'm cummmming ''

Mandy 's puss began to gush, just like her mom 's. My typeface was covered with her juicy excreting, and her bed was soaked beneath her.

I continued sucking and chewing gently on her clitoris and cunt lips as I fingered her, not letting up as she continued to cum, soaking both of us.

As her climax subsided I continued to work on her until I knew she was finished. With her juice all over my case and beard I slid up her eubstance, stopping long enough to quickly pick on one of her nipples before I gave her a taste of her own juices as I kissed her again. Letting my spit explore the intimate inlet of her soft and thrilling lip.

Mandy slid down in the bed and began to stroke my rooster again as she cuddled in adjacent to me. We lay like that for several moments before I broke the magic spell, `` Your mom will be home soon. We both need to get cleaned up and get your bed straightened out. We can take a shower together if you want. ``

'' Can we do this again, pop ? ''

'' Yes, sweetie, you can count on it. ''

The End