8years old As usual I was sitting in the lounge room reading my newspaper, while the TV news was on. I only did this when my wife was out, because she didn’t believe I could read and listen to the TV at the same time and she would turn the TV off. I was lost in my own thoughts when I felt the breeze of our daughter as she half skipped - half run into the lounge, and took up a position at the far end. Out of the corner of my eye I could see fast movement from Stacy and flicked my eyes up. She was dancing; nothing unusual about that from our eight year old, except every few seconds she would flip her little dress up and show her panties.

I couldn’t help but look. I saw she was wearing what I would always see in the washing basket, but now they took on such an arousing form. Yet, there was something about them that was out of place they were baggy. I continued to watch my little daughter as she twirled and pranced, all the time flipping her dress as she watched me watching her. I could see this was giving her enjoyment, the fact her father was watching her show her panties.

I looked out of the corner of my eye at Stacy, not wanting her to feel embarrassed because her dad was watching. Why couldn’t her mother be more like her’, I thought. Stacy was a typical eight year old girl who loved her dad; she was warm, and affectionate that bordered on obsession at times. She loved a cuddle couldn’t get enough, and she loved to sit with me and watch TV, especially in my lap.

Suddenly, Stacy saw me looking and stopped her twirling dance. She looked nervous.

“Dad I have to do that with my dress because it’s part of the dance. Ok, you’re not angry are you? she told me nervously kneading her fingers together.

I could see she was worried I would tell her off for showing her panties. Yet, to my surprise I wasn’t angry, because there was a part of me that wanted to look. This really did surprise me because I had never thought this way toward our daughter before.

“No I’m not angry sweetie, in fact I like your dance and especially the dress lifting part, but what would mum say?”

Now Stacy looked scared and I thought she might burst out crying.

“You can’t tell mum, please don’t tell her, she pleaded leaning forward and doing little jumps on the spot, and now her tears did begin to flow.

I was shocked at her response, so I put my paper down and held out my arms to her. All I wanted to do was calm her, stop her tears and show her I was on her side. Stacy raced into my arms and lap, and sobbed into my shoulder. I could feel her little, young, lithe body heave with her sobs. I smoothed her hair and shooshed her quietly. She hung on to me tightly, and I wondered where all this was coming from. As I smoothed her hair, I allowed my hand to slowly run down her back and then back up to her neck, which I massaged gently. Finally, Stacy’s sobs subsided.

“Why were you so upset sweetie? I asked, concerned for my daughter.

Stacy remained silent for a little while and then said in a little voice.

“You have to promise not to tell mum.”

“Of course sweetie, now what’s the matter?”

Stacy slowly pushed herself away from my shoulder and looked into my eyes, as only a loving daughter can. Then she began to play with the buttons on my shirt as she plucked up the courage to tell me. Finally, she began to speak and man was I surprised at what she had to tell me.

“Dad I really like to dance like that and do other stuff, by mum always tells me off. She said I shouldn’t be doing it and says I’m not a nice girl when I do that.”

Her tears were threatening to burst forth again, which told me just how much this meant to her. I hadn’t known she liked to do anything like this. How blind had I been?

“I haven’t seen you dance like this before?”

“Because I’ve been practicing my dance in my room, but mum came in and asked what I was doing and told me I couldn’t dance like this. She said a little girl shouldn’t do that sort of stuff. She was really angry.”

There were tears in my daughter’s eyes again as she remembered her mother’s chastisement. Kath must have really got stuck into Stacy for her to still be this upset, I told myself, but why would Kath have got so up-tight about it?’

“So why don’t you just keep dancing in your room when mums not around? I suggested and Stacy looked into my eyes again, but didn’t answer.

“Come on sweetie, how can I help if you don’t tell me? Besides, I will never tell your mum never, ever, I promise, I assured my little girl.

Stacy regarded me for a few seconds and then decided I could be trusted. I had a sneaking suspicion she really wanted to tell me anyway. She gave me a little smile and leaned into me with her tummy and hips, which I found rather enticing. I suddenly felt a little turned on by the way she was leaning into me.

“Ok, but you can’t tell ok? she asked for confirmation of my promise.

I gave her my best serious, I won’t tell face and nodded. Stacy looked down at my buttons again and began to play with them.

“Well, I don’t want to dance in my room because you won’t see me if I did, and I really want you to see me. My daughter looked up at me for my reaction. I was taken aback.

“You want me to see you dance?”

Stacy nodded and I could see she needed to know how I felt about that.

“Why do you want me to see you? I asked looking for time to process all these new stirrings in me.

Her desire to have me watch her, as she flipped up her dress in her dance had made my heart quicken and my dick stir. I wasn’t sure how I should respond to these feelings my little daughter was bringing out of me. Stacy didn’t wait to answer this question, she knew exactly why.

“Because I like it when you look at me dad, and it makes me feel really nice, I like it. She smiled at me, and I could see she wanted a response; she wanted to know how I thought about this.

My mind was suddenly clear. If Stacy liked me looking at her, then it was ok, because I liked what I saw a few minutes ago.

“I like it too. So I tell you what, when mums out you can dance like that for me all you like.”

Stacy’s eyes lit up, as did her little face, and she hugged me tight around the neck and then released me, jumped off my lap and took her position at the end of the lounge room once more.

“I’m going to dance for you now dad, and I’m gunna dance the best dance for you, she beamed at me and then was suddenly serious, but you have to watch, ok?”

“Oh I’ll watch, but you have to come closer so I can see you more clearly, I told her and she nodded enthusiastically, walking to me and stopped very close to my chair.

I sat back and waited with pure excitement. I hadn’t been this sexually excited for some time. I knew it was wrong, but it was as if a door had been opened by Stacy saying she wanted me to look at her, and now the door could not be shut.

Stacy stood with her feet together and began to sway her hips, which I found only heightened my sexual arousal. She smiled as she saw the affect she was having on me; my face told the whole story. Stacy suddenly began to twirl a couple of times, flipping her dress as she circled, showing her panties.

I noted again that Stacy had panties on that were a little too big for her, and again I wondered why. Had Kath bought them like that for our little girl? Stacy watched me as she danced and it suddenly dawned on me just how much she wanted her dad to watch her, and just how much me sitting there watching her meant to her. I smiled back at her big grin of delight. She really did like her dad watching her. After a few minutes of the dance Stacy had started with, she changed it and man what a change. Her moves were slower and suddenly sensual.

Stacy was watching me more intently now, and it was not lost on me that she was very curious about how I would respond to her new dance. So I pursed my lips with ohs and ahs and although I frowned, Stacy could see it didn’t mean I thought badly of her dance quite the opposite. I had an idea; a wicked idea.

“Aren’t you tired and hot yet sweetie? I asked expectantly. She smiled at me and continued to dance as she had been.

“No, not yet. Was her breathless reply, but I knew differently.

“Because when you are, you can come and sit on my lap, I told her, and immediately her expression changed. She stopped mid dance and looked at me. No smile or grin, but a little red and her eyes wide.

“Well I suppose I am a little tired, and I am hot and wet. I’ll just change first, she informed me and ran off to her bedroom. Stacy was gone mere seconds it seemed when she returned. As she ran into the lounge room she flipped her dress once more for me, showing me she had changed her panties. Had she been that type of wet’, I wondered with a wave of excitement. Stacy came straight over and sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and felt her body, which was hot from the dance. I could have sworn she gave a little shudder at my touch.

“Comfy? I asked. Stacy nodded, as I again took in how lovely my daughter was, or at least I thought so.

Stacy snuggled into me and we had just settled together when we heard Kath’s car pull in the drive. Stacy turned and looked at me, her face very close to mine. We both knew that this special time together was at an end. I saw the disappointment in her eyes. I don’t know what possessed me, but I leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips and held it. Her mouth quivered, but she didn’t pull away and I could feel her kissing me back. We held out kiss until we heard her mother unlocking the front door which was some length of time.

As the front door began to open we broke and Stacy lifted herself onto the arm of my chair and winked at me.

“It’s not over, I whispered to her as her mother came through the front door and Stacy giggled in delight.

Kath is a school teacher, who couldn’t leave the classroom at school, but brought it home with her. The rest of the afternoon went as usual, as did the evening. Stacy and I stole looks and smiles at each other behind Kath’s back, because we had a secret from mum and Stacy was pleased she was sharing it with me. I had no idea of what was happening, and I was sure Stacy had no plans either, but we both loved our little secret.

The next day when I picked Stacy up from school, she gave me a naughty little smile and then a giggle as she climbed into the passenger seat next to me. I pulled away from her school and as I did so Stacy asked,

“Dad, what time is mum coming home tonight?”

I wasn’t sure why she was asking, but I had to think and realized that Kath was home earlier tonight. She would be home about half an hour after us.

“No long after we get home, I said as I looked at my little daughter and she smiled at me.

“But she’s got parent-teacher night tonight, Stacy informed me with a big smile.

That was right! Kath had parent-teacher night, and she always stayed very late sucking up to her more senior colleagues. She wouldn’t be home until about eleven, Stacy and I had many hours together. But what was my little girl thinking, as it was apparent she had been planning something.

When we got home, Stacy didn’t race to her room to prepare to dance for me as I thought she would, but she stood near my chair as if waiting for something.

“What’s up sweetie? I asked as I headed to my chair with the paper.

“Dad can I talk to you? she asked as if she were in trouble.

“Of course you can. I sat in my chair and Stacy immediately sat in my lap. I waited.

“Dad, she began as she played with the buttons on my shirt.

“Yes.”

“Can I talk to you about something private?”

“Of course, sweetie.”

“Just you and me, you can’t tell anyone, especially mum, she gave me my ground rules.

“Of course, I told her solemnly.

“Dad, she began again. I knew this would be a slow process.

“I’m listening. I had to be patient.

“Dad is it ok to do things? That could mean anything. Time to ask the questions.

“What sort of things?”

“Well things that some people say you shouldn’t do.”

“That depends on what things, I had an idea where she might be going.

“You see, sometimes some people like to do things other people say they shouldn’t, but it’s none of their business. See what I mean, I really hoped I hadn’t confused her.

“Is there something you like to do but some people told you it’s wrong?”

Stacy nodded her head, the whole time focused on my buttons. Time for more questions.

“Is it something you like to do by yourself? She nodded again.

“Does it make you feel good? Nodding again.

“Do you like touching yourself? I asked softly and Stacy nodded slowly.

“Well that’s ok then, isn’t it? Everyone does it, I tried to sound as if it was no big deal.

Stacy looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

“But Mrs Kellow said it was a very bad thing, she blurted on the verge of a full breakdown.

“Ha, I bet Mrs Kellow does it. Anyway why did she say it was a bad thing?”

Stacy stared at me hard.

“You’re not going to get mad at me are you dad?”

“No sweetheart, I’m not. I had a feeling I knew what had happened. Stacy hesitated and then spoke, staring, imploring me with her eyes.

“Mrs Kellow saw me doing it today and said I was a very naughty girl, she blurted again and this time she did dissolve into a sobbing mess.

“That bitch, I said with such venom it made Stacy look up at me. She needed to hear the truth.

“Listen sweetie, touching yourself is the most normal thing; everyone does it trust me on this. And if Mrs Kellow said that to you then she’s a bloody hypocrite. But, did you do it in the classroom? Stacy nodded.

“Ah, well you should do it in the privacy of your room, or with people you love and trust. I had no idea why I said the last bit.

“Do you do it dad? Stacy asked whipping her tears away.

“Yes, I told her bluntly.

“Can I do it at home?”

“Of course you can, but don’t let your mother see though, I warned her.

“It wouldn’t upset you if I did it?”

“Of course not. Besides if you want to do it, then do it.”

“Really? she smiled as she asked.

“Really, I assured her.

I could see she wanted to ask me something else.

“What is it? Stacy looked at my buttons again.

“Can I do it now? she whispered and my heart raced as my dick became harder than I could remember. My mouth went dry and I had difficulty talking.

“Of course, you can do it when I’m around whenever you like.”

Stacy didn’t move for a few seconds and then her hands left my buttons, and moved to her school dress. She lifted it and opened her panties with her left hand, as her right hand snaked into them. I was mesmerized. I watched as her hand moved up and down in her panties.

Stacy looked up at me.

“Oh dad, she moaned to me and spread her legs wide.

However, she didn’t remove her panties or pull them open far enough for me to look into them at what she was doing, but rather she snuggled into me and had a really good time by herself. I think she didn’t feel comfortable about going anything further this first time. I held her as lovingly as I know how and listened as she brought herself to a sort of a climax. Yet, just before she did Stacy looked up into my eyes and I could see the absolute pleasure that only sexual fulfilment can bring, etched all over her face. Her eyes were half closed and had a dreamy quality to them.

“Oh dad, she whispered as she hit her little climax and it only held a second or two, and she collapsed into me.

With her hand still in her panties, Stacy slowly regained normal breathing, the whole time looking down. Then she raised her head and smiled the most wonderful smile I have ever received. It conveyed her deep love for me at that time.

“Thanks dad, she said in a little voice.

“Nice? I asked.

“The best yet, she answered.

“How come?”

“Because I was with you, silly, she giggled.



So It Begins That’s pretty much how things went from then on for the next few months. We would come home, sometimes Stacy would dance and sometimes she wouldn’t, but she always sat on my lap and fingered her pussy in her over size panties until she came. Each time seemed better than the previous one. Then out of the blue, one day Stacy pulled her panties all the way off, and I watched totally fascinated as my eight year old daughter fingered herself to a climax. This time she came very hard, for her. The added ingredient of my watching her little fingers sliding up and down her hairless slit and furiously rubbing her young clit had brought her climaxes to a higher level. During this time Stacy would make little sounds, soft sighs and light panting.

I can’t tell you how frustrating it was for me, and yet at the same time so satisfying. To just sit and watch without participating was so hard, all I wanted to do was reach out and touch her little pussy through her white cotton panties; or slide my hand into her panties and feel her soft, smooth pussy. The control I had to employ was nearly eroded on more than one occasion. Yet, on the other hand, it was so good to sit and watch my own little daughter masturbating, while sitting on my lap, right there in front of me because she wanted me to watch. How good was that? What a dichotomy.

However, I have heard other fathers talk about how when around the same age as Stacy, their daughters exposed themselves to their dads, or deliberately fingered themselves in front of their dads for their dads to watch them. Of course each one I had heard this from, they told their daughters off, telling them it was not the right thing to do’; and the more I think about it the more I realize how many had such stories. Now I was wondering what the dads had missed out on, and just how prevalent this sort of daughter to father behaviour was?

But now, I just couldn’t believe my eyes when my little girl pulled her panties off to allow her father to watch her most intimate act. Hairless and not yet bulging very much, her smooth skinned pussy was the most wonderful thing I had seen. The whole time Stacy fingered herself she didn’t look at me, with her eyes closed concentrating on the task at hand. I have to admit, I came as I watched my daughter. I felt like she had just given me the greatest gift I had ever had. From that day on it would be the same, although there were little changes now and then, as Stacy became more and more comfortable with my presence. Her sexual noises were more intense and louder, as she was becoming more comfortable with me being there.

The first change came when Stacy looked into my eyes for the first time as she fingered herself. Man! I have never, never felt such love directed toward me. Not even my wife Kath had looked at me like that. Not that I can’t get my wife off not at all. The odd thing about Kath was that when I did bring her to a great climax, she seemed to think I had stolen something from her, or had just expressed some sort of control over her. Subsequently, we only have sex about two to three times a week if I’m lucky. But as Stacy looked deep into my soul and I into hers that first time, I knew I was falling in love with my own little daughter or was it just falling in lust? Odd thing I did know, she had already fallen for me, in the way little girls do. Now Stacy allowed herself full expression and voice to her sexual pleasure, and I could also hear the sounds of her pussy as she fingered herself. Nothing is sexier then the sucking sounds of a pussy.

That became our thing for a few months. Stacy stopped her dancing, she didn’t need a ruse now, and she would take her panties off and stare into my eyes. Each time was not always an earth shattering success for Stacy, but she seemed to know that that was not how life was and neither was sex. I just loved to hold her and watch; ever so thankful my daughter loved me that much. Then when she was ready, Stacy introduced the next little change. But it was not so little for me; it was major in a big way. Stacy asked me to pull down her panties and take them off her. I felt I have been given an honoured task, reserved for the very privileged. I did as she requested and could see she loved it as much as I did. I had told myself from the beginning that I would follow her lead, wherever it took us.

Stacy asked me to take her panties off from that first time on, and each time I did, I did it slowly. I could tell Stacy loved now I took my time, like someone savouring the pure delight of opening a present. I would take each side of her little girl, cotton panties, sometimes they were white and other times they could be pink or yellow, sometimes plain and sometimes with typical little girl prints, and inch then down. I just loved to slowly pull her panties down bit by bit expose that beautiful pussy. I would often feel Stacy shudder as she felt my heavy breathing on her hairless pussy skin.

This went on for only a few day; me taking her panties off her, before Stacy was ready for the next level. She was coming up nine, and I was such the proud father in many ways. Kath and I hadn’t had sex for many months now, and although she had quizzed me on it once or twice, I just told her I had lost interest. Man, did she take that in her stride. But no woman could compare to my little girl. But I digress. On this particular day, Stacy asked me to pull down her panties and take them off, and she sat on my lap and spread her legs wide. I waited, but she hesitated. Then she looked deep into my eyes, took a deep breath and spoke. I nearly came.

“Dad, will you do it? I would really like you to do it today.”

Her simply put request struck me deep. The pure desire for me to be the one to touch her was overwhelming. I whispered my wholehearted yes’, and reached down between my daughter’s little, thin legs with a very shaky hand. My first touch of the smooth soft skin of her pussy is something I will take to my grave. It was more than wonderful, it was magnificent. She wasn’t spongy like a woman, but then she was only a girl. Stacy was already wet. As I had watched her over the past months, I had come to know what she liked and how hard. I quickly decided to follow her lead, but to add something of my own.

I ran a finger lightly down each pussy lip for about ten seconds, and then I used my middle finger to glide up and down her very wet slit. Her pussy lips hadn’t opened to me yet, but I was prepared to spend the time Stacy needed. From the time I first touched her pussy Stacy mewed little sounds and moans of appreciation. As time went on her body joined in and she arched her back and moved her thin hips from side to side. I held on as she went into full bucking. Her pussy opened slightly to my finger and I slid it in easily because she was so wet, and her body was so eager for me.

I eased my middle finger to just past the first knuckle and then rotated it in her little love tunnel. Her pussy was tight even on my single finger. Stacy was becoming loud now and she didn’t seem to care one bit, and neither did I. I just love making a woman cum, and if it meant that the only female I could make cum now was my little daughter, then I couldn’t have wished for anything more. I was so intent on giving Stacy the best possible time as our first, I had no thought for myself.

Stacy was bucking hard and her noises were loud when she suddenly stiffened and held it as her climax rocked her world, and it seemed forever. Finally, Stacy’s body softened and then went limp as she seemed to melt into me, panting for all she was worth. Her little hands, which had been beside her now grabbed my hand and held it tight to her pussy, and I could feel her heat and her pussy lips were a little fuller now. Then slowly, ever so slowly Stacy turned into me, and she was crying softly, but I understood why. Her first orgasm at the hands of someone other than herself had given her far more than she had expected, and now she was emotionally drained.

I held my little girl as she held me while she cried her little tears of sexual fulfilment. When her tears subsided she spoke in a whisper.

“I love you dad, she said simply.

“I love you too sweetheart, I said back.

“No dad, I love you, and Stacy said it with such feeling I knew it to be true.

My little nine year old daughter believed herself to be in love with her father. I sure wasn’t going to question just how serious a nine year girl could be.

So this began out routine for nearly a year, until Stacy was ten. In the meantime we stole every moment we could. Stacy would find all sorts of excuses to be alone with me, and I swear the girl was nearly insatiable. Even when her mother was in the house or even in the same room, Stacy would find a way for me to fondle her. Oh, and I asked Stacy why the baggy panties, and she said it was her mother’s idea. Kath believed that if Stacy’s dress or skirt blew up or whatever, then the boys would see her panties and Kath didn’t want them to see her daughter’s contours. However, soon after Stacy and I began she started wearing close fitting panties, and oh my how beautiful she looked in them.

But to tell you how inventive my little girl was around her mother, such as when we would sit at the kitchen table for meals. I always sat at the head of the table with Stacy on my right and Kath on my left. So Stacy would sit back just enough for me to see her lap, and then she would slowly pull her skirt or dress up for me; sometimes with panties on and sometimes without. If she felt really adventurous or daring, Stacy would touch her pussy. Then when we were all in the lounge room, Stacy was able to sit in such a way that I could see up her dress or skirt, but her mother couldn’t; again with or without panties. I loved my daughter.

All during our time up till then, I would either cum as Stacy did in my jeans or whatever else I was wearing, or I would have to jack off straight after in the bathroom. Therefore, I would wrap my dick up in a face cloth in my clothing before we began. But as I say, just as Stacy turned ten we had another major change in our sexual relationship. She came home full of questions one afternoon, and although I’m sure Stacy meant them to be random at least I think that’s what she wanted me to believe, I could see she was heading somewhere with them. Right from her first question, they were of a very sexual nature.

As usual Stacy was sitting in my lap, but right from the get-go rather than asking me to pull her panties down; she looked me in the face and asked her stream of questions.

“Dad?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“You can climax can’t you? I had explained after our very first time that what she had just experienced was and orgasm or climax’.

“Of course I can climax.”

“Well, I never see you, she told me in all innocence.

So it went on. Stacy wanted to see my dick and see me climax. My little girl was growing up. I had never suggested any of it to her, because it would always be at her pace. She obviously felt ready for this step. But her questions didn’t end there.

“Dad?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“What’s a head job’?”

So I explained oral sex to her for both men and women, and rather than think it disgusting, which I though someone her age would Stacy just nodded her understanding.

“Why don’t you do it to me, dad?”

“I didn’t want you to be grossed out, because many girls and women are when they first hear of it, and many won’t do it.”

“What about men and boys, are they grossed out?”

“Hell no, I said enthusiastically and Stacy looked at me quizzically.

“I love it, I replied keeping my enthusiasm.

Stacy looked at me like a naughty girl and turned her head to look sideways at me, as she does when scrutinizing me or something I had said.

“Then why didn’t you do it? she scolded.

“I wasn’t sure you’d think it was ok you know you might have been grossed out, I tried to explain.

“You could have asked me, she continued to scold, and I was more than pleased.

“So would you like me to do it today?”

“Yeahhh, she chided me.

“Ok, but just one proviso, you have to wash your pussy first.”

Stacy looked at me quizzically again for a second and then her face brightened.

“Oh yeah, I know why, she smiled at me.

As usual Stacy was more laying on me rather than sitting, as if she had melted into me, with her young body spread and open to me. He little school dress had hiked up so I could see her close fitting white panties, snug against her young pussy and pubic mound. She looked beautiful.

“Dad?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“Is fucking nice, and again Stacy asked me in all innocence, as if asking if chocolate ice-cream is nice.

“Better than my finger, I told her with a smile.

“Better than your finger! she grinned.

“If done right, you know how the finger doesn’t always give you a great one, well it’s the same with fucking, but when it is good, it’s the best.”

Stacy looked at me for a while and thought about what I had just said.

“But Bethany Taylor said fucking isn’t as good a people say, she finally told me.

I was taken back a bit by this.

“How does Bethany know?”

“She said that’s what her mother reckons, Stacy clarified.

“Oh I see. Well sometimes men are not considerate toward their women. Do you know what I mean? Stacy frowned and shook her head.

“Well some men only care if they climax and don’t worry about their women. So for some women sex is not that enjoyable. So maybe Bethany’s father is not considerate to Bethany’s mother.”

I let Stacy think about this, and after a little while she looked up at me with a frown.

“But you always look after me, and I don’t do anything for you. Am I bad at sex for you, dad? Stacy was full of concern now.

“No sweetheart, you’re not bad at sex, you’re still learning. Besides I climaxed quite a few times when I’m finger fucking you just doing that with you is fantastic.”

Stacy thought about this new piece of information from the mysterious world of adults. As she thought things over she took my hand and placed it on the front of her snug fitting panties. This had always been her unspoken signal for me to caress her softly and gently, as her mind was focused on other things. When she was ready for greater action and her mind was solely on that, she would get me to pull her panties down. This type of fondling was more casual, more just being friendly and familiar. As I stroked Stacy’s pussy through her thin panties Stacy was buying them now and not her mother, I could feel her pussy lips were beginning to fill out and become puffier and softer. Man my little girl was a turn-on. We sat like this for many minutes, which we sometimes did, just enjoying the closeness of the other.

“Dad?”

“Yes Sweetheart.”

“Can we just stay like this and talk?”

“Of course we can.”

“You won’t get upset because we won’t do anything else?”

“No.”

Silence again for a few minutes, and I continued my slow fondling of Stacy’s pussy through her cotton panties.

“Dad?”

“Yes.”

“Can we fuck?”

I had waited for more than a year to her my little daughter ask me this.

“Of course, if you want to. I wanted to play it cool. It had to be at her pace.

“Bethany says it hurts, Stacy looked up at me, and as she did she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, giving me full access to her bald pussy. Just what I wanted I swear the girl could read my mind.

“The first time if hurts, I went on to explain why and Stacy nodded her understanding.

“Then after that, if the boy is considerate to the girl there’s that word again, then it shouldn’t hurt. However, if he isn’t considerate and the girl’s not ready it can hurt.”

“What do you mean if the girl’s not ready’? Stacy had that look of concentration she gets at times. My fingers were lightly gliding over her thickening pussy lips, and she spread herself wider. That was her unspoken signal for me to go further. Evidently, she had changed her mind, which she did about this very often.

“Well, you know how your pussy is wet right now? she nodded, that means you’re ready to fuck. You see a girl’s pussy gets wet when she wants to have sex and that wetness helps a boy’s dick to slide into her, but if she’s not wet then it hurts.”

We continued like this for a few more minutes as I explained further, and when her questions dried up we concentrated on me finger fucking her pussy. Stacy had a great orgasm as did I and we held each other afterward.

The next day her questions began again, based on what her friends at school had told her, and as usual there was a mixture of truth and myth. This was becoming the sex talk her mother should have had with her, but had now been left to me, and I was glad it was me. I could tell her things I know her mother would never have told her. I could answer all her questions regardless of how intimate they were.

Stacy asked me what I had experienced of sex in my life, and I pulled no punches. I told her the failures and the successes, because I wanted her to know that life was not what some people tell us it is. She asked me what I liked and disliked, and then she told me what she wanted to do and how much she liked what we had done so far. Stacy left me in no doubt that she wanted me as her lover, and felt that I had always been considerate to her.

I need to make something quite clear here. I fully believe my wife is not more of a sexual being, because of her up-bringing. Her mother would tell her that sex was, men doing their business’; I hate that expression, as if we’re having a crap or something. Subsequently, my wife, although I could bring her to earth shattering orgasms not all the time, but quite often, she still saw sex as something women had to in some way endure from men. Oh yes, Kath would admit that there were time she really enjoyed her orgasms, but her mother’s words not only echoed through her, but coloured her attitude to sex. You can see why I was so glad I had the sex talk with our daughter. I didn’t want her tainted by her mother’s and grandmother’s ill-informed position on sex.

When Stacy finally seemed to end her questions she asked me in a most serious and functionary way to perform oral sex on her. She stood for me to remove her panties, and then led me by the hand to her bedroom. I felt like she was the adult and I the child. Stacy lay down on her bed and spread her legs, and I felt more like a doctor about to give an examination rather than a lover, it was so sterile. I worked as gently and as thoughtfully with my daughter as I could, even though this had been a strong reoccurring fantasy of mine and my body screamed out to look after its desires. Slowly, as I licked her inner thighs close to her pussy that beckoned me so enticingly, Stacy began to become aroused and her hips moved slowly. I held her hips as I moved closer to her beautiful hairless, young pussy lips and licked them gently.

Stacy reacted immediately. She moaned long and slowly, as she moved her hips toward me, pushing her pussy closer to my mouth. Her arms were splayed out above her head, her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Stacy had surrendered herself to me as I had only seen in my fantasies. Looking up at my little daughter, seeing her completely at my discretion while I licked the very smooth skin of her outer pussy lips, I almost came. Has a man ever been as fortunate as I was at that time? Stacy had her legs as wide as they would go, until she seemed to instinctively reach for her knees and lifted them. Now my little girl was spread eagle.

“Ohhh, ahhh, was all she could say as my tongue gently lapped at her soft, young girl pussy.

I crept my fingers toward her beautiful slit. Stacy has a long slit between her pussy lips, and I hoped that this meant when she was fully developed she would have a big pussy. Man! Life doesn’t get any better than this. When my fingers reached Stacy’s slit, I gently pulled her pussy lips apart; as I did she arched her back slowly, and exhaled a long soft sigh. I licked inside her slit, but only just inside.

“Ahhh, yeah dad, oh that’s so nice, lick me dad, lick me.”

I love it when a woman, or in this case a girl verbally responds in sex.

I was making my way slowly, ever so slowly to her little girl clit, and I could feel Stacy knew exactly where I was going. I could hear her rising sexual anticipation, as her moans and soft groans escalated into loud guttural noises that are only heard during sex. I could feel her pussy really getting wet now, so much so her pussy juices were oozing onto my fingers. I reached her clit and as my tongue gently explored it for the first time, Stacy exploded. She bucked her hips hard and quickly and held the arch, as she drew her breath very quickly in and out between clenched teeth. Her mouth was pulled back as her face reflected to sexual high she was experiencing.

I continued to hold her hips and buried my face into her pussy, and now I unleashed my tongue on her virgin clit. Stacy couldn’t take it much longer as she was screaming her orgasm and impending climax. Suddenly, her whole body stoped moving, her noises ceased and time seemed to stand still. I went into overdrive with my tongue to help propel my little girl to her first orgasm by stimulation of her clit by me. Stacy collapsed and I ceased my tongue work. She panted like an Olympic sprinter after the final for gold.

However, within seconds, Stacy lifted herself up and virtually launched herself at me and clung with strength I didn’t know she had. She sobbed into my shoulder as she spoke of her undying love for me.

“Oh dad that was so good, so good. I want that again and again please. Please tell me you’ll do it again, please dad.”

“Of course sweetie, any time you want me to use my finger or tongue, you just tell me.”

She hugged me harder. I loved it. This was what I had been searching for all my adult life. This was what I had hoped Kath would be able to do for me once we were married, but had never found. I had found the love of my life in my daughter. But then a chilling thought hit me like a fully loaded Kenworth truck. What if Stacy didn’t want me some time in the future? She must have felt my body react, as she pulled back from me with a quizzical look.

“What dad? she asked in a scared voice. I had always been totally honest with Stacy since we had begun our sexual relationship, and I wasn’t about to stop now.

“I’m worried that one day you’ll leave me for a nice young man.”

Stacy’s reaction was immediate. She burst into tears and once again clung onto me so tightly. I thought I would choke.

“No dad, no. Never, I’ll never leave you, I only want you. Oh please dad, don’t say stuff like that, please. Don’t ever say it again, please. She pleaded with me.

“Ok sweetie, I won’t think it or say it again, ok.”

But this had shaken my little girl, and her response had shaken me. I had no real appreciation for the depth of her love and desire for me.

The following day, Stacy asked me for a licked clit orgasm as she had begun to call what we had done the day before. This now became our norm. However, a few weeks later, I introduced a dual action to great response from my little girl, the tongue on her clit and the finger on her G spot. Stacy was more in love with me then I ever thought possible.

Then came her next inevitable request; she wanted my dick now. I’m not like most men, who seem to focus so heavily on getting a blow job from their women. I have always preferred to touch and lick my sex partner. I just love to see what I could do for my women. I just love to see them get off. But back to Stacy’s request. I of course complied. I undid my jeans and pulled out my semi-hard dick for my daughter to look at and hold for the first time. Stacy looked in wonder.

“Wow dad, it’s bigger than I thought, she praised as she reached for my manhood.

“I’m about average from what I read. Oh, and don’t believe all you hear about men with nine inch dicks, because most men are my size.”

Stacy nodded her understanding and then turned her attention back to my dick. She had a strange look on her face.

“What sweetie? She looked up at me with that odd look.

“This is mine. Like my pussy is yours, your dick is mine.”

Stacy said this with such confidence, that even if I hadn’t wanted her to say it with all my being, I still would have been glad she said it. Then without further comment she wrapped her mouth around my dick, and suck it in and out between her little girl lips. It was magnificent. Within seconds I knew I was going to cum and warned my daughter. Just as I was about to blow, Stacy pulled me out of her mouth and brought my face cloth to my dick, so I spurted into it. Once I finished, and Stacy heard my orgasm she looked up at me.

“Nice?”

“Oh what do you think? I panted, looking into her loving eyes.

“Yeah, you liked it, but now it’s my turn. But whenever you want me to do that, just tell me, ok dad? I nodded as she stood to have me pull her panties down.

Now and then I would have Stacy give me a blow job, but most of the time I came purely from what I was doing to her. We both seemed to prefer this.



A Few Years Later Out of the blue one afternoon just after my daughter had turned 14, Stacy asked me to fuck her. Man, was she determined. I had been gently playing with her blossoming breasts and nipples since they had began to develop two years ago, but I’m a pussy man and Stacy said on many occasions that she got more from her pussy too. I think her nipples were a little too tender for my rough fingers; I play bass and that gives you calluses on the index and middle fingers of both hands. Subsequently, I didn’t have the sensitivity Stacy needed, and too often I applied too much pressure. But Stacy and I prefer me on her pussy anyway. Maybe when she’s had a baby or two her nipples will be less sensitive.

However, this does not mean I didn’t indulge Stacy and myself on her little breasts. I would use my mouth and tongue whenever she wanted me too. This was very infrequent, because as I said, we both love me to spend my time on her pussy.

“Dad, you said I could set the pace, and when I thought I was ready we could do it. She challenged me. I simply smiled.

“If you think you’re ready, then ok, let’s do it.”

Stacy smiled and threw her arms around me. At 14 she was tall and slim, with small breasts, but oh how beautiful. We held each other and Stacy spoke to me as my lover, a real skill she had developed over the past few years. She understood just how potent her words were for me, and she loved to do it anywhere and anytime, especially when her mother was around.

As we always did, we went into her bedroom. I had had time to think about this moment and had a plan. I got my daughter to give me e blow job first, so I would go longer later. Then I used my tongue and finger on her as always, but well before she would have hit her climax, I got her to help me to full erection. Stacy then lay on her back, spread eagle herself, which was now her favourite position. He pussy was wide open from my attentions, and I guided the head of my dick to her opening. Stacy was sexually highly charged now and I could see her desire for me in her eyes. As the head of my dick first pushed against her shaved pussy lips, she sighed and closed her eyes. I could see the anticipation on her face.

I felt my dick slide somewhat easily into my daughter. Man was she ready. Even though Stacy felt tight, my dick slid all the way into her. She was warm and wet, and it just the most magnificent feeling I had ever had. I lay between my daughters wide spread thighs, and waited. I wanted to feel this moment for a life time. I looked down at Stacy as I propped myself up with my arms locked out, and she opened her eyes to look deep into my soul. For a 14 year old girl, she had an old soul. I waited, but I could also see the need for fulfilment in her eyes. I knew what she wanted the same as I wanted; the thrill of being joined and cumming together.

“Oh yeah dad you feel so right and good in me.

Stacy wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, in the most loving and sensual embrace I had every experienced up to then. That was all I was waiting for. I began to slow pump my daughter’s beautiful plump pussy. Stacy had developed just as I had hoped. Her pussy was very full and long, and she had kept herself shaved for both our pleasures. Now, as I pumped into her, I couldn’t help but look down between us, and Stacy looked too. It was a beautiful sight. Her pussy seemed to firstly slowly suck in my dick, then just as slowly push it back out; her large pussy lips moving in and out with my dick.

“Oh dad, it’s beautiful, I love it, fuck me forever. Promise me you will.”

“Sweetie, as often as you want. I promised my daughter.

We both watched as a father and a daughter fucking each other. Stacy’s breathing quickened, as she had been more than ready for this, and I couldn’t hold out much longer, even though I had cum a little earlier this moment was just so sensual, and all my fantasises were coming true. Like I’ve said before, man, am I lucky.

I tried to savour the feeling, and I could see Stacy was too.

“Sweetie, we have all our lives for this, not just today, I told my daughter and her eyes filled with tears.

Stacy pulled me back into her and sobbing and climaxing at the same times.

“OH DAD, OH DAD. YEAH, YEAH, IT’S SO GOOD, OH YEAH. DAD I WANT YOU FOREVER. FUCK ME FOREVER, she screamed as she came.

We seemed to cum together. It wasn’t brilliant; it was nice and loving and intimate. We lay together, and I stayed inside my daughter as she played with the hair on the back of my head. I finally had to move, as my arms couldn’t support me any longer I couldn’t have all my weight on my lover now could I? I slipped out of Stacy and looked into her beautiful face.

“You know that’s it now dad, don’t you?”

I knew exactly what she meant. From now on nothing would suffice except sex, fucking, and plenty of it. From that afternoon on we would fuck whenever we could, which was at least once a day. The only pause we had was when Stacy was in quarantine as she put it. Oh, and after our first time, Stacy went on the pill. We couldn’t have a pregnancy now could we? Too much to explain.

Lovers Somewhere before this Stacy and I changed from a young daughter and dad loving each other, to being just lovers who happened to be father and daughter. It seemed to happen in Stacy’s early teens, but the result was that she loved me unconditionally as I did her. Or maybe looking back it happened the moment we joined totally as lovers; on that afternoon when we fucked for the first time. Yeah, I think that’s when our relationship changed, although it was still a father-daughter thing between us, which is hard to explain. On one level we are father and daughter, like all fathers and daughters, but on another other level we are lovers. Such a simple word lovers’, but for us it means so much. I had never experienced such love from other girls or women, and especially not Stacy’s mother.

Her mother and I had grown well apart to the extent that I moved out of the master bedroom and into the third bedroom, which was the second biggest in out house. I bought a king size bed and felt my life was good. Some may wonder how Kath never twigged. I think she had her suspicions, but decided never to go there just in case she discovered it to be true. Besides, Kath had a habit of burying her head in the sand sometimes, especially if the problem is tied to her in some way. She would just pretend it didn’t exist, rather that admit she may be at fault in some way. Kath certainly knew Stacy and I were close, it was hard to hide. I’m sure she had seen little things that would have indicated that my daughter and I were lovers. But still, Kath remained silent.

When Stacy was about 16 years old, she began to ask a series of tough questions again. As usual she was sitting next to me on the couch with her school dress pulled up the way I liked it, as I held her and fondled her pussy through her panties. Stacy had begun wear those close fitting panties I love on her so much when she was about 12. We were just enjoying each others closeness and intimacy. Nothing too erotic had started yet.

“Dad?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

“What’s anal’?”

“You mean anal sex?”

“Yeah, why is there some other type of anal’?”

“Yeah, the other type is a characteristic,

“Ok, so what’s anal sex’?”

I described to her as much as I knew, gleaned from reading, magazines and videos. Stacy screwed her face up and asked why people did that. I explained how we’re all different, and that some people need different stimulation. I could see immediately that this was one thing Stacy didn’t want to try.

“Bethany reckons she does anal.”

“Is this the same Bethany whose mother gave her a bad rap on sex in general?”

“Yeah, but Bethany and her mother are full of sit. Bethany reckons the only orgasm to have is by anal.”

“Are you looking for something more than what we do?”

I wanted my Stacy to experience whatever I could give her. She laughed.

“I knew you were going to ask that, and the answer is HELL NO. I just love what we do, except

I knew what was on her mind. Stacy wanted to sleep with me in my bed, all through the night. She pined for us to be like a regular fucking couple. Yet, with her mother in the house, this was just not possible. My hand snaked into her panties and down to her hairless big pussy.

“We’ve been through this heaps of times. We can’t while your mother is here. I was firm. She giggled.

“Not tonight she isn’t, Stacy said in a sing-song voice.

“WHAT?”

“Mum didn’t tell you did she? Tonight she isn’t coming home. Tonight she and her friends are driving to The Lakes (Lakes Entrance), and they’re spending the long weekend there.”

It was the Labour Day long weekend in Victoria.

“FUCKING FANTASTIC, I shouted.

“So tonight mister, it’s you and me in your big bed.”

We sat for a while as we both thought about this new situation. Stacy cooed as my fingers moved lovingly over her pussy lips, and along her very wet slit. That’s one thing I still can’t get over, how wet my daughter can get over me. We only have to be in the same room, and she tells me she gets wet.

Evidently, Stacy fantasizes over me as much as I do her. She had even told me that at times she can’t study, because she’s thinking of what she wants to do with me, right there and then. Man I love this girl! We made love on the couch. The foreplay was virtually non-existent as we were both more than ready, which we always seem to be. Stacy just spread herself for me, and I ploughed my hard dick into her waiting, open pussy. We watched, as usual, as I thrust in and out of her. We changed positions a few times; once to her favourite, where she pulls her knees up and spreads herself, and then once I’m in again she closes her knees together. Man she loves to do that! But we were both sort of saving ourselves for the bed.

We knew we didn’t have to hurry our first full night together and went to bed as we usually would, at 10.30. We both wore what we would to bed, nothing special; I in my boxers and Stacy in a tee-shirt and panties. I felt like we were an old married couple. However, bubbling just below the surface was our burning desire for each other. We slipped into my big bed and moved toward one another. We held each other and kissed, taking our time. Suddenly, Stacy broke our kiss.

“Oh bugger this, she said and threw the bed covers off and laid on me.

“I’m gunna fuck you until you have no more cum dad, she told me.

That started our first passionate night together.

Stacy spread herself wide so they hung on either side of my hips, and then ground her panty covered pussy into my hardening dick. She squirmed her hips as she ground and it was one of the most erotic things that’s ever happened to me. But then again, my Stacy was full of invention. As she did this I remained still and allowed her to take the lead. Then her whole body was moving and squirming against mine.

“Oh yeah, this is good, she whispered to me, as if confirming a fact.

“Got the idea from someone else? I asked her.

“Yeah, Jackie, but that’s another story for another time. Damn you feel good, oh fuck it’s so nice on my pussy, she was really getting into it now.

Stacy ground harder and varied her pace. I could have done it all night; it was just so good for both of us.

“Dad takes your boxes off now, my daughter instructed, and I immediately obliged.

WOW, did that feel good. My daughter’s panty covered pussy grinding on my naked dick. The she quickly pulled her panties off and placed my rock hard dick between her soaked pussy lips, and then slid up and down as she grounded into me. This allowed my dick to slide up and down her slit until it popped out at the top, dragging against her clit. This position allowed Stacy to control the speed, movement and pressure.

“Oh fuck dad, this is sooo good. Oh yeah, don’t do anything, just lie there, I want to do this. Oh dad we are so good together, so good.”

Man! I just had to agree. Stacy kept this up for some time, and I could feel her pussy juices slowly running down the inside of both my thighs, and this was very fortunate for both of us or Stacy would have rubbed the skin off both of us. We ere both soaked in her pussy juices, and I couldn’t believe se was so turned on for so long. Stacy kept up her pace and I could tell she was building to a huge climax. As if to confirm this, she leaned forward into my arms so I could hold her, and she grabbed handfuls of my pillow.

“Oh, uh, this is so good dad. Hang on dad, just a little longer, she pleaded.

“Hurry sweetie, I’m close, real close, I replied, and I was very close.

“Hang on dad, hang on. Oh yeah, nearly there, nearly there, oh dad, dad, she whimpered into my neck.

I concentrated like I never had before, on two things. Firstly, not to cum myself; and secondly, but more importantly, not to plunge my dick into my daughter’s pussy. Man, I wanted to fuck her!

“Sweetie, hurry, I moaned.

Then Stacy launched her upper body away from mine while pushing her clit hard onto my dick, with her teeth clenched and eyes closed. He body stiffened.

“AAAHHH, yeah, she screamed.

Stacy held her position as her orgasm rocked her world, while I lay concentrating. After what seemed like an eternity, she moved her hips and my dick slipped passed from the top of her pussy and slid straight into her warm, wet and magnificent pussy. No sooner had my dick entered, then her love tunnel clamped down on my dick as Stacy continued her orgasm, although it was starting to subside. As soon as I felt her pussy clamp on me, I exploded in an orgasm that nearly caused me to loose consciousness. Well, when I say loose consciousness, I mean my orgasm sucked so much energy out of me I was totally spent. Stacy collapsed too, on top of me, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Once we had recovered, after laying in each other’s arms for some time, we spoke of our undying love for each other, and Stacy promised that one day she would find a way for us to be together. We both wanted that, as father and daughter and as lovers. The years that followed were a bit like hide-and-seek for Stacy and I, as my wife, her mother flittered in and out of the house. I had the feeling that at some point Kath must have caught on to Stacy and me, at least to some degree anyway. Because she seemed to move from wanting nothing to do with us, to virtually haunting us.

The times Stacy and I could spend by ourselves became few and far between. However, we always had after school until Stacy began uni, and then everything changed. But until then, I savoured every moment with my beautiful daughter. It was also during this time I profoundly felt Stacy had fallen deeply in love with me, as I had with her, and her mother’s antics only served to frustrate Stacy all the more because of her change in feelings for me.

Last Night Stacy turned 22 years of age three months ago and lives in her own house, as she’s now a nurse and earning good money. I spend far more time at her place that at the family home with Kath. However, last night all that changed. As usual I was visiting her, but she had a very special surprise for me. Since she moved out and into her own house, she has become a very independent young woman, but as such she has blossomed as my lover. Last night Stacy told me she wanted me to leave her mother and move in with her.

“But Sweetie I can’t, what would the neighbors think?”

I can’t tell you how much I wanted to live with my daughter, my lover, but I was far too afraid of the gossip and the law. Stacy just smiled at me and handed me a brochure. It was from an architectural firm, about their new development. The company’s name was James and Deni Ivy, and associates.

“But love, they will soon twig to who we are, I protested.

“Dad, at this place I can call you dad and lover at the same time. You can tell me how much you enjoyed our night together in bed, in front of the other tenants.”

I was totally confused.

“Come on dad, I have something to show you.”

With that she led me like my lover, out of her house, into her car and down her road.

Now we stand outside a place she calls The Club, and were to meet the architect inside.