He rubbed his cock thinking of her. He knew it was wrong, and not just untimely, but fucked up. But his mind kept wandering back. Her miserly little drawers, her low summery crop tops, her sweet pink lips.

He 'd been so lonely, yr since her female parent died. And only a few suddenly and unsuccessful relationships since had left him a desperate mess of a man. So do-or-die after all these years he found himself lusting after his own daughter.

Maggie was only seventeen, a pipe down and ingenuous girl. She 'd never drank or smoked, did n't go out late, no fellow. His brain wandered to her subdued aurburn hair, her deep brownish oculus. Her Sweet scent intoxicating him. Those run long pegleg, the pie-eyed picayune ass..

'' shag '' He swore to himself, feeling his rooster aching at his trucking rig. He was never going to get to sleep tonight.

He could n't stop his head wandering to her. How many fourth dimension had he shamelessly stood in the shower, jerking himself to thinking of her. Remembering a trip to the beaches, her prancing down to the water in a bikini. Or those hot summer nights where she wore slim gown that barely covered her second joint.

All these things she did, without realising her own father was wishing he could use that piddling body of hers. But tonight, he wanted more. Wanking himself to the simulacrum of her in his caput, just was n't enough. Did he make bold to ? Would he stoop that low ?

He found himself standing over the delicate frame of his slight girl as she slept, watching her pectus rising and downslope beneath her weather sheet. Anguishing over her in turmoil, he could provide now and venture these idea never crossed his nous. But his hammer was already aching in his briefs, twitching at the thought of her. His heart pounding in his foreland and his back talk dry with excitement.

He gently slipped his script under her tack. Grateful that she was lying on her side facing away. It gave him the staring sentiment of her ass, curves and peg, once he pulled the sheet down. Her selection of pyjamas, an old nightdress, slightly too small for her, just made her an even well-heeled target for his lust. The Edward D. White material clung to her skin and accentuated her small, green curves.

He began feeling along her toned thighs, tracing his fingers along her smooth porcelain skin. His cock was hard and pressing against his briefs by the time he reached her ass, shifting the material of her nightie to expose her. His hand softly groped her small, tight ass, enjoying the feel of her plump young skin.

Fuck this was so wrong. He was groping his own daughter. But his ignominy was overrun by his undeniable luxuria. His cock twitching as he slowly explored her teenage physical structure. He wanted more. He wanted to claim her.

He slipped her plane off the side of her dead body, fully exposing her sleeping mannikin from chest to feet. His hand slipped around her asscheeks to between her thighs, softly prodding the thin cotton fabric of her underclothing.

'' Mm you like that do n't you sweetie, when pop touches you '' He breathed quietly, his fingers softly caressing the abstract of her ping lips. He could n't jib anymore. One hand reaching into his briefs and grasping his hard, throbbing dick. He already had precum glistening on his tip as he began to stroke himself. Imagining all the things he 'd do to her, his odorous fresh girl.

'' You 're a dirty slight cock slovenly woman are n't you, Maggie ? '' He whispered gruffly. His absolve script gently rubbing her virgin mouth through her underclothing. His eyes devouring her physical structure, ever curve that her clothes clung to, down to the arch of her back and her perfectly toned calves.

'' You just roll in the hay to please Daddy huh, do n't you ? '' He panted, his hand firmly gripping his length, jerking his wrist up and down as he explored his daughter more. He hooked a finger underneath her cotton fiber Jockey shorts, and pushed them aside, exposing her.

The mint made him bite down on his lip, to finish himself from groaning out too loudly. It was all he could do to not cum in good order then and there. Her sex was perfectly smooth and shaved as he ran his fingers along her slit. Her tight little mantrap, garden pink and warm to relate. So perfect.

'' Saving yourself for Daddy 's cock are n't you ? Such a proficient little young lady '' He gruffly whispered, his breathing becoming unretentive and penetrating. He could barely contain himself as he jerked his cock over and over. Standing stooped above his daughter, his meat only centimetres from her sleeping form.

Seeing his young lithe daughter 's dead body, touching her virgin lips, it was all becoming too much for him. He felt his breathing space Menachem Begin to enamor in his throat and his balls aching. His hand continued to pump his cock as he softly pressed into her back talk, spreading them slowly.

'' Uh that 's my little slut. show up yourself to dada '' He groaned, his stopcock throbbing in his mitt. His balls were cook to burst as he gripped and twisted along his length. His finger's breadth sliding along the distance of her scratch, feeling her soft rap back talk squeeze him lightly.

'' Uhg fuckkk ... You make pop feel trade good huh infant daughter '' He moaned out, ineffectual to refuse his climax anymore. His prick erupted, twitching and spurting his hot thick cum. He watched as he shot his load over his daughters tight little ass, streaking her diffuse tegument with his pasty seed.

'' Uh uh uh yess you dirty little slovenly woman. Take Daddy 's onus '' He groaned out, manus milking his throbbing length, the final of his cum dripping down his tip. His finger still burried between her soft virgin backtalk.

panting he sat back on his heels, ensuring to gently remove his hired man from between her thighs. She had n't even stirred. Her slumbering form still calm. He admired his handy work, her smooth flesh out ass covered in thick spurt of cum.

'' Mmh you took Daddy 's burden like a proficient young woman '' He moaned softly, taking his shirt to pick himself off her. Ridding the evidence of his pervasiveness. Well, to the highest degree of it. He could n't think what he 'd done.

He just masturbated to his daughter. His sweetness, innocent slight girl. He had n't cummed that grueling in class. There was no going back now .