Author's note: All characters depicted in this story are of legal age. If you choose to imagine otherwise... the moral responsibility for that choice rests on you, as the one doing the imagining in contravention of what I've clearly written, not on me, as the author.
I yawned as I walked upstairs, rolling my head on my neck. It had been a long week at work, and I really wasn't feeling up to cooking; I didn't care what we ordered, so I was going to let my daughter choose.
“Abby?” I knocked on her door, giving her a moment in case she was in the middle of getting dressed, but when she didn't respond I opened it. The room was empty, her backpack sitting next to her desk. Had she gone out to a friend's? I pulled my cell from my pocket to check, she knew to always let me know if she was going out, but I had no new texts. I frowned, composing a quick one to her as I continued on to my room. I was still looking down at my phone as I opened the door and stepped inside, the feminine squeal of surprise from the vicinity of my closet jerking my eyes upwards.
“Abby?” I gasped, my eyes going wide at what I saw. My baby girl, my little teenage daughter... all dressed up in her mother's tiny, lacy, see-through white lingerie, and matching, thigh-high stockings.
“I, uhh...” she stammered, a huge pink blush rising rapidly in her soft, pale cheeks, her long, wavy blonde hair draped negligently around her shoulders, one arm held horizontally across her chest, her other hand in front of her crotch. I understood the instinct... but she sure wasn't hiding much! As much as I still thought of her as my little baby girl, I couldn't deny that my sweet little Abigail had grown into an absolutely stunning young woman, just like her mother had been. If anything, I think Abby was even more skinny and stacked than Piper had been at that age; her amazing, soft double-Ds were about one deep breath away from popping right out of her cups!
“It's okay, sweetie...” I gulped, fighting against the sudden tightness in my throat, carefully keeping my gaze on her beautiful, bright blue eyes. “You know you're always welcome to wear any of your mother's things. They, uhh... they look really good on you.”
“Really, Daddy? You think so?” she asked, biting her lip and looking down at herself self-consciously. “You don't think the white makes me look too pale, and washed-out?”
“I think girls are always obsessing over things that boys couldn't care less about, is what I think,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You look gorgeous, baby... wearing that, no boy is ever going to be thinking anything about your skin, except for how much he wants to see more of it! Honestly... you're kinda giving me flashbacks to your mother's and my wedding night right now.”
“Mom wore this for you on your wedding night?” she gasped, her eyes going wide. Then she giggled, smiling naughtily. “And just what exactly did she let you do to her, that you're still having flashbacks of it so long after the fact?”
“Never you mind, you little brat!” I laughed, shaking my head. “But I think she probably has her wedding garter tucked away in one of those boxes up there on the shelf, if you want to complete the look. And she had white heels, too, somewhere. Those probably found their way into one of the boxes down in the basement, but I have no idea which, so it might be a bit of a hunt.”
“Maybe later, Daddy,” she smiled shyly, slowly, hesitantly dropping her arms to her sides. I gulped, trying not to let myself stare, and failing miserably; her bright pink, firmly erect nipples were poking out proudly against the transparent sections of her cups, the flowery lacy bits only accentuating them, not hiding them at all. And her little white thong... I shook my head, quickly forcing my eyes back up to hers, but it was no use; even after only the barest of glimpses, I just couldn't get the image of that completely shaved, pinkly aroused little teenage pussy out of my mind!
She started walking over to me, and I could do nothing but stare at the exaggerated swaying of her hips, and the way every step jiggled the tops of her soft, flawless breasts above her too-small cups. She stepped in close, hugging me tight, tucking her head under my chin and nuzzling against me, her huge, soft breasts squishing warmly against my chest. I wrapped her in my arms, tossing my cellphone onto my bed, reflexively stroking my hands over the soft, smooth skin of her slender, naked little back.
“It could be more than just flashbacks, Daddy... if you want it to be,” she murmured, so quietly I wasn't sure I'd really heard her at first. She couldn't really mean... But then she leaned back a little, staring up at me, nervously chewing her lip, and I saw the truth of it in her eyes.
“Baby, I...” I gasped, shaking my head in denial, at a complete loss for words.
“It's okay, Daddy... you don't have to pretend anymore,” she smiled bashfully. “I... I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not paying attention. I... I've felt you, when you let me cuddle in your lap, watching movies on the couch.”
“Baby—”
“Shhh...” she cut me off with a soft, delicate finger across my lips. “It's okay, Daddy. I told you. It's okay. You don't have to pretend. You don't have to explain. I... I want it, too, Daddy.”
“You... you do?” I gulped.
“You have no idea!” she laughed, the release of so much nervous energy bubbling up outside of her control. “I've been dreaming about this for so, so long, Daddy... but I knew you wouldn't, not while I was still little. But... I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm ready, now. I'm ready for you to take me... I want you to make me yours, Daddy! The same as you did with Mom!”
“You don't know what you're saying, baby...” I shook my head. “You don't even know what those words mean! You may think that you do... but you don't. You can't! Not really.”
“Maybe not completely, Daddy,” she reluctantly allowed, shrugging slowly, the movement doing extremely interesting things to her breasts, as I couldn't help but stare down past her eyes, and into that phenomenal cleavage. “But... I think I've got a pretty good idea, from the things Mom wrote in her journal.”
“Her—” I gasped, my eyes going wide. In all these years, I'd never even considered that Abby might someday find it and read it herself. I never had, though I knew Piper wouldn't have minded. It had been hard enough already, learning to cope with her loss... I'd been afraid that reading it, seeing her words unfiltered by the passage of time and memory, would open up the scars too much.
“So... it's not like I'm going into this completely blind, or anything,” she continued as if I hadn't spoken. “I know... I know the kind of things she liked letting you do to her. And... I want that too, Daddy,” she murmured, lowering her eyes to my chest, her blush rising to truly epic proportions now.
She took a deep, steadying breath. “But more important than that... I know that I love you, Daddy. I know I'm in love with you! And you can't even try to say you don't love me too! I want to be yours, Daddy! Just like Mom was! And... if you're right, and I don't really understand yet... then I guess you're just going to have to teach me, Daddy! The same as you did with her!”
“Baby, I—”
“Please, Daddy,” she stopped me with her finger again, slowly forcing herself to lift her chin again, staring seriously up into my eyes. “I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you, for longer than you know! Name one other boy on earth who you would ever trust to love me, and take care of me, better than you will!”
I couldn't respond, and she knew it.
“Did you really think I didn't know this was her wedding lingerie?” she asked, smiling impishly, her voice soft, sweet, and slow, like I was some skittish wild animal she was trying not to frighten away. “That out of all her skimpy little outfits, out of all the bright, pretty colours and styles, I just picked these simple, lacy white ones, completely by accident? That I just lost track of time while trying them on, and didn't know exactly when you'd be coming home, to catch me wearing them?” She stretched up to softly, slowly kiss my cheek, the very corner of her mouth just barely touching mine, murmuring against my skin. “This is our wedding night, Daddy! We may not be able to get the piece of paper... but I swear to you, I'll be your wife in every way that matters, just like she was! I'm old enough now... and I'm ready to give myself to you, Daddy! Mind, body, and soul! All you have to do is take me! Please, Daddy... I want you, I need you, to make me yours!”
And God help me... I kissed her. Fully, firmly, passionately. She moaned, trembling, flicking the tip of her tongue against my lips, running her fingers through my hair. I opened my mouth, welcoming her, swirling my tongue with hers. I slid my hands down from her back, grabbing her firm, hot little ass, her pert young flesh naked in my hands on either side of her sexy little thong, making her gasp as I pulled her roughly against me, lifting her up onto her cute little toes. She threw her arms around my neck, pulling herself deeper into our kiss... but then one hand trailed down, slowly tracing its way down the side of my chest, slipping in between us as she found her way to my crotch.
“God, Daddy!” she purred happily against my lips, trembling adorably in my arms, slowly starting to explore, and squeeze, and stroke. I moaned into her lips at her touch. I wanted to throw her down on my bed! I wanted to take her, and make her mine, just like she'd asked! But... she deserved so much better than that. She deserved everything I could give her, and more! And that meant waiting, and going slow. Giving her time to explore, and play. I knew she was still a virgin... with a body like hers she'd never had any shortage of boys asking her out, but she'd never liked any of them enough to accept them as an actual 'boyfriend'. If this was really going to happen, if I was really going to be her first... her only... then I needed to make sure her first memory of sex together was as perfect as it could be!
My hands travelled her body, up and down her back, her sides, and up onto her full, spectacular breasts. She moaned and gasped into my mouth as I touched her there, trembling as I gently started to squeeze, gradually tightening my grip, her eyes rolling back into her head as my large, strong fingers dug deep furrows into the softly yielding flesh of her perky teenage tits. She squeezed too, a death-like grip around the thickness of my shaft, but she was so caught up in what I was doing to her breasts, I doubt she even realized she was doing it.
I gentled my grip on her, lifting and kneading more than simply squeezing, and that seemed to break her stupor; she let go of my cock, her other hand quickly sliding down from my neck, as she blindly started attacking the buttons of my shirt. She was struggling mightily, barely making any progress at all... but I just grinned into our kiss, continuing to play, refusing to help. She managed to figure it out eventually, parting the sides of my shirt, sliding her hands greedily up and down my abs and chest, giggling sweetly as she ran her fingers through my thick forest of hair, squeezing my pecs in her tiny little hands. She pulled my shirt from my shoulders—and then I did have to help her, since she'd completely forgotten that cuffs have buttons, too. She blushed sweetly in her embarrassment, and I just chuckled, pulling her deeper into our kiss as I tossed my shirt in the vague direction of my hamper. It took her a moment... but soon enough, she started giggling too, and moved on to start working at my belt, and the fastenings of my slacks.
My pants fell easily to my ankles, still weighed down by my wallet and keys. I stepped out of them, flicking them away, leaving me in nothing but my obviously tented boxers and socks. Abby finally withdrew from our kiss, backing away just a little, as she slipped her delicate little fingers in under the band. She cutely, nervously bit her lip, staring up into my eyes. Then looked down, at the same time she pulled downwards with her hands.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, her eyes going wide as she watched me springing free.
“Language!” I teased, giving her a playful little spank on her ass, making her squeal in surprise.
“Sorry, Daddy!” she giggled, biting her lip again and shaking her head, her gaze bouncing rapidly back and forth between my eyes and my cock, as she took me tentatively into her hands, and started to explore. “It just slipped out! Even after reading Mom's descr*ption, actually seeing it for myself... You're huge, Daddy! And my kitty's so tiny... how is that ever going to fit?”
“Oh, it'll fit baby, trust me!” I chuckled, lovingly, reassuringly stroking my fingers through her hair. “You're built just like your mom was. I'm not going to claim it won't be a bit of a struggle at first, especially for your first time... but we're in no rush, we can go as slowly as you need.”
“I do trust you, Daddy,” she smiled shyly. “Of course I do! I'm just... a little bit scared, is all, seeing for myself how big it really is!”
“Perfectly natural, sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with that at all!” I slipped my hand deeper into her long, soft blonde hair, pulling her closer by the back of her head, kissing her again. She was tense, and nervous... but she couldn't resist my kiss forever, and slowly began to relax. “Your Mom was scared too, you know,” I murmured against her lips. “It took her two whole weeks for her to work up enough courage to let me try actually putting it inside her, instead of just sucking me off.”
“It did?” she gasped, pulling away from our kiss to look me in my eyes again. “She never wrote that! I know she just gave you blowjobs the first few times... but I thought she was just waiting, until she got to know you better first! She never said it was because she was scared!”
“I'm not surprised,” I chuckled, stroking my fingers through her hair. “For her to write that, would have meant having to admit it to herself, first. And for all your mom's many amazing qualities, she could never bring herself to admit that she was scared, of anything! But trust me, baby... I saw the look in her eyes, the first time she saw it. You have nothing at all to be ashamed of, if you're feeling a little scared, too. And we don't even have to try tonight, if you need some time to work up your courage first, the way she did.”
“No! I...” she gulped, lowering her eyes and smiling shyly. “I want to, Daddy! I really, really want to!”
“In that case, baby...” I said, softly sliding my hand down to her chin, and gently raising her eyes back up to mine. “How about you start out by giving it a little kiss? You can take some time to get properly acquainted first, until you decide you're ready to try.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she giggled shyly. She kissed me on my lips again first, deeply and passionately, pressing her amazing, huge titties tightly against my chest, as I squeezed and fondled her adorable little ass. Then she started lowering herself down, kissing her way through my chest hair as she went, nuzzling against me with her cute little button of a nose, breathing deeply to take in the smell of my skin.
She settled herself down to her knees, taking me timorously into her hands, one above the other on my shaft, as those bright, beautiful blue eyes of hers stared straight up into my own. She leaned in slowly, carefully, her gaze remaining locked to mine as she delivered her first shy, tentative kiss, right to the tip of my head. I moaned happily, stroking my fingers approvingly through her hair. She giggled sweetly, preening at my wordless praise, and kissed me again, more intently this time.
She started stroking, squeezing... sometimes while kissing, sometimes while sitting back onto her heels, so she could just watch. My balls seemed to be a particular focus of curiosity; she lifted them, bounced them, rolled them in her fingers. She poked them, setting them to swinging, giggling uproariously! And as she slowly grew more familiar, and more confident, her kisses grew deeper, and more intense. It wasn't long before she took my head fully into her mouth, and started to suck! She tried to go deeper, like I was sure she must have seen on the internet... but unsurprisingly, that was a complete non-starter, only making her gag when she tried.
“It's okay, sweetie,” I had to tell her, backing her off of me to give her a chance to recover, and breathe. “You don't have to try doing that.”
“I'm sorry, Daddy...” she lowered her eyes, collapsing in on herself in shame, tears welling in her eyes. “I promise I'll get better at it... I just need time to practice, first!”
“Hey, now...” I said, lifting her under her arms, pulling her back to my chest and holding her tight. “None of that! You were doing amazing, baby! Really!”
“But...”
“Shhh...” I hushed her, stroking my fingers through her hair, snuggling her against me. “Honestly, baby... you were doing great! The head is the most sensitive part anyways, by far! Trying to deep-throat, like I imagine you've seen online, or heard about from your school friends... that's more because it looks good, on camera, than because it actually feels good, for the guy you're doing it to!”
“Really?” she sniffled piteously against my chest.
“Really,” I confirmed, softly kissing her in her hair. “You're always welcome to try, of course, if it's something that you really want to do... but as far as I'm concerned, when you're sucking me off I'd much prefer it if you use your mouth to just concentrate on my head, while using your hands on the rest. The whole purpose of a blowjob is to provide sensations that you can't, when actually having intercourse; using suction with your mouth, and swirling around the most sensitive parts of the head with your slippery, squirmy little tongue!” I playfully tightened my grip on her ass, giving her a firm little shake in my hands to accentuate my words, making her giggle and squirm. “When it's time to get me all the way inside of you... that's what that beautiful little pussy of yours is for! Not your mouth! Trying to deep-throat, as nice as it may look, on film... is really just a less-enjoyable version of sex inside a pussy!”
“You really think it's beautiful, Daddy?” she asked, shyly nuzzling against me. I smiled, trying not to laugh; of course, out of everything I'd just said, it would be that that she'd choose to focus on.
“Definitely!” I confirmed, sliding my arms up her back again, squeezing and cuddling her tighter in my arms. “I cannot even describe to you how much I'm looking forward to getting a proper look at it, instead of just the little glimpse I was able to steal through those see-through little panties of yours!” I kissed her softly in her hair, as she purred happily against my chest. “Do you think... maybe you'd be ready to let me pay you back, a little? And let me give you a kiss, this time?”
“You... you don't have to, Daddy,” she murmured, tucking her face deeper down into my chest. “I kissed you there because I wanted to... not because I expected you to pay me back.”
“Baby...” I chided, leaning back, and lifting her chin to make her look me in my eyes. “I want to! I want to very, very much!”
“But, what if...” she chewed nervously on her lip, shyly averting her eyes despite my fingers holding her chin. “What if I taste... bad?”
“Not possible, baby!” I vigorously shook my head. “Pussy tastes like pussy... I'm not saying I want to bottle it, and pour it on my breakfast cereal, or anything!” I grinned, making her giggle shyly. “But I assume you're not on your period, and that you don't have a yeast infection, or anything else like that you haven't told me about?”
“Eww!” she screwed up her face in disgust, vigorously shaking her head. “No, of course not!”
“Well then, I'm sure you're going to taste exactly the way you're supposed to!” I smiled reassuringly, gently stroking her hair again. “And because it's you, baby... that means I'm going to think it's absolutely delicious, no matter what!”
“You promise?” she asked, chewing her lip again.
“I promise, sweetheart!” I smiled gently... then allowed the corners of my lips to quirk into a wicked grin. “So what do you say, baby? Ready to give me a taste of that beautiful little teenage pussy?”
“In a little bit, Daddy,” she giggled, smiling shyly. “But... I want to try sucking on you some more, first!”
I laughed, and pulled her into another kiss, hard! She giggled into my lips, reaching down to start playing with me again. I was in no hurry, and made sure to communicate that to her by the way I was playing with her ass and tits! But she was obviously anxious to get back to what she'd been doing; she slipped eagerly back down to her knees again, slipping me straight back into her mouth. And this time, she followed my advice, concentrating on all the things she couldn't do with her pussy; sucking hard, flicking against me and swirling around my head with her tongue. She even popped off my cock entirely, and tried sucking on my balls! That certainly came as a surprise! Though maybe it shouldn't have, knowing how much Piper had loved doing it, too, and that she'd probably written about how much I enjoyed it in that journal of hers. Abby really seemed to like it too, staring happily up at me as she continued jerking me in her hand, sucking and slurping for all she was worth, going back and forth between one ball and the next.
“You keep that up much longer, baby, and you're going to end up taking my load all over that pretty little face of yours, instead of inside that sweet little pussy where it belongs!” I playfully warned, making her giggle. She dropped my ball out of her mouth with a resounding 'pop', and lifted her arms up to me. I grabbed her underneath them again, and hauled her quickly back up to her feet, where she plastered herself against my chest, and kissed me firmly on my lips.
“Your turn, Daddy?” she purred nervously into my lips, her cheeks bursting into a beautiful pink blush in her embarrassment to be asking for that.
“You better believe it!” I grinned, pinching her ass again, making her yelp. “But first... I cannot wait even one more minute to get you out of this bra, and get a proper look at these amazing teenage tits!”
She giggled sweetly, her cheeks flushing an even brighter pink, as I reached around behind her and undid her clasp, sliding the straps down off her shoulders, and letting it fall to the ground at our feet.
“Let me take a look at you, beautiful!” I demanded, taking her by her hand as I stepped slightly away, guiding her into a slow, three-hundred-sixty degree spin for me.
“Do you really like them, Daddy?” she asked, nervously chewing her lip. “They're not as firm as they used to be... they started to sag a little, once they got this big...”
“They are absolutely incredible, baby!” I purred, stepping forward again and taking them into a tight, double-handed grip, making her gasp as I started to squeeze. “Did you really mean what you said? That you want me to do all those things to you, that I used to do to your mom?”
“Everything!” she gasped, trembling as I tightened my grip even more. “I want you to do everything, Daddy! I want you to make me yours! Just like you did to her!”
I paused, looking deeply into her eyes, evaluating carefully what I saw there. But in the end... there was really no question. I saw nervousness, shyness, self-consciousness... but what I didn't see was doubt. Love, desire, devotion... but not even the tiniest shimmer of indecision. She'd wanted this, had been planning this, for who even knew how long? And now...
Now, God help me... I wanted it, too!
I dropped my hands from her tits, grabbing her ass instead, yanking her up into the air. She squealed in surprise, wrapping her arms around my neck to steady herself, as I brought her erect, suckable nipples into range of my mouth. I sealed my lips around the first, sucking hard, and deep. She gasped, trembling, her arms tightening around the back of my neck, her legs wrapping sinuously around my waist.
“Oh, yes Daddy! Yes!” she moaned and shook, pulling herself tighter, forcing the flesh of her huge, soft breast to squish against my face, nearly cutting off my ability to breathe. “That feels so good, Daddy! Please, don't stop! Never stop! I love the way you're sucking on my titty! Please, keep doing it, just like that! Do you like it too, Daddy? Do you like sucking on your own daughter's big, heavy teenage titties?” she giggled wickedly, lovingly stroking her fingers through my hair. “I bet you do, Daddy! I made me feel so naughty, sucking on your big, thick cock... pleasuring my own Daddy like that! But I loved it! I loved it so, so much! I bet you love it too, Daddy, just like I did! You're making me feel so, so good, Daddy! You're the only boy I've ever let touch me like this, Daddy... the only boy I've ever let do anything to me! I want you to know that. I've been saving myself for you... and now you can do anything you want to me! Anything at all, Daddy! Just promise me you will never, ever stop!”
I did stop then... but only long enough to drop her down a little, to collect a desperate, passionate kiss from her lips, before lifting her right back up again, and applying my lips to her other breast. She squealed, gasped, and laughed, writhing in my embrace, rubbing her hot, wet little pussy against my abs through her mother's tiny, see-through little thong panties.
She was so incredible, so eager and enthusiastic! I tilted my head, looking up into those beautiful, bright blue eyes... and I nipped her nipple with my teeth, making her gasp, her eyes going wide. She bit her lip, staring straight back down into my gaze...
“Do it, Daddy!” she moaned, trembling almost uncontrollably in my arms as she spoke. “Bite me! I want you to put your marks on me, just like you did to Mom! I want proof that you own me, Daddy! Secret proof, that no one else will ever, ever see... but proof that I will always, always be yours!”
That was the final test; the test to know whether she really did understand what she was getting herself in for, when she asked me to make her mine. I stared deeply into those beautiful blue eyes, softly, lovingly kissing her nipple. Then I opened my mouth wide, taking as much of her as I could into my mouth, pausing with just the barest bit of pressure behind my teeth. She swallowed nervously... and nodded that she was ready. I started to bite, gently at first, then harder, and harder. She gasped. Then, she started to whimper. And still I tightened my bite. The tears came next, welling in her eyes, then tumbling down her cheeks. But never once didn't ask me to stop. I finally released her, admiring the lovely, reddish-purple tooth marks entirely surrounding her soft pink areola. She was staring down at herself, chewing her lip again...
“This one now, Daddy...” she asked, wiping away her tears, and twisting in my arms to present her other breast.
I grinned, and started the same way I had last time, with soft, gentle kisses. And once again, I went as slowly as I could. I could have done it quickly, gotten it over with in a flash... but Piper had enjoyed the pain. She always said it meant more, the more I took my time, the more I made it hurt. And that, more than anything, I was certain she would have included in that little journal of hers. If that was really what Abby had decided she wanted... how could I possibly cheat her of that?
I pulled away when I was done, admiring my work. Again Abby wiped away her tears, smiling happily, proudly down at herself, at seeing the proof of what she'd just let me do to her.
“I... I think I'm ready now, Daddy,” she smiled shyly. “I'm ready for you to put it inside me.”
“Is that so?” I chuckled, suddenly dropping her in my arms, making her squeak, and catching her again when she was in range for a proper kiss. She giggled into my lips, squirming, trying to rub herself on my cock. I gave her a few minutes to enjoy herself, temporarily losing myself in our kiss... before I threw her down onto my bed!
She squealed adorably as she fell and bounced, my eyes devouring her amazing, jiggling, bite-bruised tits as she did. Even laying flat on her back, they were still so perky and firm with youth... they flattened and spread only slightly under the effect of gravity. I was still just enjoying watching her... but then she was squirming, rolling to her side and reaching behind herself—she came out with my cellphone, which I'd completely forgotten having tossed onto the bed earlier. She rolled further to her side, stretching to lay it on my bedside table, a movement which gave me an entirely new appreciation for the concept of 'side-boob'! Then she was on her back again, anxiously, eagerly biting her lip as she waited for me to join her, her arms wrapped nervously around her waist, her upper arms squashing against the sides of her breasts, forcing them upwards into amazing, perfect cleavage once more.
I had a moment of indecision... then grabbed her behind her knees, yanking her down the bed with a squeal, until that amazing, pert little ass of hers was hanging just barely off the edge. I lifted her legs, resting her heels on my shoulders, turning my head to softly kiss her cute little ankle through her tight, thigh-high white stocking, making her giggle and squirm on the bed. I reached down, and began slowly, seductively peeling her stocking up her slender little thigh, up her smooth, shapely little calf, off her delicate, adorable little foot. She was breathing quickly, almost panting, her amazing tits heaving heavily on her chest. I started on the other stocking, going even slower than the last one. Only then, once her phenomenal legs were completely bare, did I finally slip my fingers under the band of her panties. Again I took my time, pulling them slowly up, and off... then flicking them down at her face. She huffed in amused exasperation, balling them up and throwing them right back at me; I ducked aside, and they missed, sailing over my shoulder somewhere, as we both laughed. I turned back and forth, kissing her ankles, her insteps, her adorable little toes... she squealed and squirmed, her cute little feet, and her toes especially, just as sensitive and ticklish as she'd always been, ever since she'd been a little girl. But she didn't ask me to stop, not this time. I finally, slowly dropped to my knees, keeping her legs raised high in the air together, kissing my way down the backs of her calves, and thighs. Only once I was all the way down did I finally allow her to open her legs, my hands resting on the soft, firm backs of her thighs, holding her open for me to reveal what she'd never shown to any other guy.
“Is it okay, Daddy?” she asked, nervously chewing her lip again.
“Even better than I imagined, baby!” I moaned, my voice unintentionally turning gruff and growly, meaning every word of it! She was an incredible, luscious pink, shaved as smooth as the day she'd been born, her outer lips slightly puffy, her inner ones tiny and trim, already glistening wetly with undeniable arousal. I bent down, pausing just a fraction of an inch from my goal, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. She smelled so fresh and clean, like a brisk spring breeze rushing in off the ocean! I kissed her, soft and slow, listening to her moan as I gently ran the very tip of my tongue along her sealed, virgin little lips.
“Delicious, baby!” I purred before she could ask, the vibration of my lips against her delicate little folds making her gasp. She tasted just like she smelled, only more so! I bent eagerly to my task, licking and kissing, softly exploring her with my lips and tongue. Her clit was such an adorable, cute little bump at the top of her cleft, just the tiniest little thing, hiding bashfully under her hood. I licked and kissed, gradually coaxing it out into full and firm arousal to say hello.
I could already tell, from her reactions above me on the bed, exactly what I would need to do to finish her off. But it wasn't time for that, not yet! I worked my kisses downwards, ignoring her clitty for the moment, to begin easing my tongue between her tight little lips. They were reluctant at first... so much so that I honestly wondered if she'd ever even tried fingering herself before, or if she'd only ever gotten off by rubbing her clit. But I would not be deterred! And after continued licking, and a little bit of additional force, I was finally able to get her to open for me, and allow me inside. Her taste intensified as I pushed my way in, so fresh and delicious! She was moaning much louder now, her fingers running desperately through my hair, pulling me tighter and tighter against her lips as a slowly fucked her with my tongue. I finally opened my eyes again, staring up at her through the spread vee of her thighs, over squished-together mounds of her breasts, into the wide, loving desperation of those big, beautiful blue eyes. She was panting, moaning, the uncontrollable shuddering of random muscles sending tremors shaking through the soft, jiggling flesh of her huge, incredible tits! I licked, and kissed... I even nipped her with my teeth, making her squeal! I could have finished her in a tenth the time, with no effort at all... but I was enjoying myself so much, drawing it out, and making her wait!
“Please, Daddy!” she finally whimpered. “Please, no more teasing! Just make me cum, Daddy! I can't take it anymore!”
“Well, why didn't you just say so, baby? All you had to do was ask!” I grinned up at her, and she rolled her eyes in frustration. But she'd been such a good sport about it, letting me play however I liked, I wasn't going to tease her anymore. I moved my attention right back up to her adorable little clitty, still proudly erect and standing out from under her hood where I'd left it earlier. I closed it gently, softly between my lips, making her moan. But this time... I didn't restrain myself to just a kiss. I started sucking, pulsing, harder and softer, harder and softer, like a baby suckling for milk. And suddenly, Abby was no longer pulling me against her lips; now, she was pushing me away, writhing and kicking her legs, desperate to escape the sudden, unbelievable intensity of what I was doing to her! But I'd been expecting that, and I tightened my grip on the backs of her thighs, pinning her down to the bed, ensuring she couldn't get away. I sucked harder, pulling that delicious, delicate little nubbin further into my mouth, sealing it hard between my lips... and I began lashing it with the tip of my tongue.
“Daddyyyy!” Abby screamed as she came, loud and long, her entire body going into convulsions unlike anything I'd seen from her thus far. She squealed until she ran completely out of air, her eyes wide and panicked as she shook her head back and forth, as if her orgasm was so unbelievably intense her body had completely forgotten how to breathe. She shook and kicked, her cute little toes curling reflexively, her hands alternately trying to push me away, and clawing desperately at the blanket beneath her. And through it all, I didn't let up one single fraction of an inch. I carried her through it, on and on, seemingly endlessly, her amazing, tight little kitty spasming beneath my kisses on her clit, forcing waves of hot, sticky white girl-cream out onto her lips, oozing slowly down to her adorable, virgin little asshole, coating herself completely.
Finally, finally the crest seemed to break. She took in a huge, shuddering breath, letting it out the same way.
“Daddy... Daddy, please!” she whimpered. I smiled up at her from between her thighs, and began gradually backing down. I slowed and eventually stopped the tongue-lashing, easing down off the suction, until in the end I was giving her nothing but soft, comforting little kisses to ease her way down through the aftershocks. And once even those seemed to fade, that was when I pulled away for real, standing and quickly toeing off my socks, climbing into the bed with her and up to her side. I slipped my arms under her shoulders and thighs, lifting her and sliding her up the bed, resting her head softly on my pillow, lovingly caressing her cheek, and kissing her softly on her lips, before backing away to stare into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Now, baby... now, you're ready to take Daddy's cock!”
Her eyes went wide and panicked again, as she started vigorously, breathlessly shaking her head. I didn't let that stop me. I spun around on top of her, pinning her knees back to her shoulders, as I notched myself into place between her soft, hot, slippery little lips. God, she was tight! She whimpered and winced, and I was careful not to do it too hard, or too fast. Some pain was inevitable, there was no avoiding that. And the endorphins of her just-finished orgasm would help more than any other trick I knew. But I still needed to be careful with her, especially for her first time.
I eased myself carefully down on top of her, her legs pinned up over my shoulders, as I started to kiss her. That was the second-best trick I knew, giving her a distraction to focus on, anything other than the pain. It was only partially effective—the tears were still welling in her eyes, trailing slowly down her soft, beautiful cheeks. I wanted more than almost anything to kiss them away, to comfort her... but that would mean drawing attention to them, which was the last thing I dared do. So instead I just kept kissing her, murmuring soft words of praise; telling her how much I loved her, how good she was doing... how incredibly, unbelievably sexy she was, and how absolutely amazing she felt! And slowly, little by little, she was able to accept me deeper inside.
It slowly got easier for her... and then got harder again, as we began approaching her end. I slowed again, taking my time, giving her soft, gentle thrusts, closely aware for any shift in her expression that might indicate a change from painful-but-tolerable stretching, to the outright agony of actual tearing. But Abby was Piper's daughter, and I'd never been more grateful for that fact; we got it done, right down to my base, as I ground tightly down against her soft, puffy little outer lips.
“Oh my God, Daddy...” Abby moaned, as she glanced meaningfully down between us. “Did you really...?”
“The entire thing, baby!” I confirmed with a wide, happy grin, lifting myself up from her enough that she could see for herself. “God, I am so fucking proud of you, sweetheart! Taking Daddy's entire fucking cock, and on your very first try, too!”
“Oh, God Daddy!” she squealed, her eyes going wide as she once again started to shake.
“Good girl, baby!” I cooed, lowering myself back down and resuming our kiss, thrusting just a little bit harder, making sure she was feeling every last inch. “Cum for Daddy! Cum on Daddy's cock!” It was obvious this one was more mental than it was physical, triggered by the knowledge she'd managed to get me all the way inside her like that. But... I figured a little bit of extra force to my thrusting, reinforcing the idea that she was taking the entire thing, certainly couldn't hurt.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” she squealed, having managed to hold onto a bit more air this time than she had the last. “You're making me cum, Daddy! You're making me cum for you! You're making your baby girl's tiny little virgin teenage pussy cum all over your huge, thick, incestuous Daddy cock!”
“You like that, baby?” I groaned, thrusting harder, faster. I couldn't stop myself! Something about hearing her using that word, saying that what we were doing was 'incest'... it was ramping up my own arousal faster than I'd thought was possible! “You like getting fucked by your own Daddy's big, thick, incestuous cock?”
“I love it Daddy! I love it!” she wailed, still in the throes of orgasm, and apparently having no intention of stopping anytime soon. “Do you like it too, Daddy? Do you like your daughter's tiny little teenage pussy, wrapped around your big, hard Daddy cock?”
“I love it, baby!” I groaned. “I fucking love my baby girl's tiny little teenage cunt!”
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” she squealed, higher and louder, her eyes going wider than I'd ever seen them at hearing me using such a dirty, filthy word in front of her. “Use me, Daddy! Use me to pleasure your cock! Use your baby girl's tiny, creamy little teenage cunt!”
“Oh, fuck!” I grunted, slamming in hard, the orgasm coming completely out of nowhere, taking me utterly by surprise.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” she screamed again, her pitch and volume climbing about three more notches up the scale as she felt me pulsing inside her, filling her up, flooding her unprotected, fertile teenage womb with my hot, incestuous seed! “Cum in me, Daddy! Cum in me! I love it, Daddy! I love feeling your cum in me!”
I collapsed atop her, every muscle trembling, barely able to keep from crushing her. Abby was still going, and I desperately forced myself to keep moving, every thrust sending indescribable shivers of pleasure racing through my cock. She finally slowed and finished, and I carefully disentangled my arms from around the backs of her knees, letting her drop her legs back down before rolling us over, so she was on top and no longer at risk of being squished. I stroked my hands up and down her slender, sweat-slickened back and ass, Abby purring and nuzzling happily against my chest as we both tried to recover.
“Was I okay, Daddy?” she finally asked, nervously chewing her lip. She pushed herself up a little, until she was able to look me in my eyes. “'Cause you can tell me, if there's anything I can do better! I want you to tell me! Otherwise, how will I ever know how to get better for you?”
“Baby... you were incredible!” I moaned, shaking my head in disbelief that she possibly could have thought otherwise. “Absolutely unbelievable! I'm the one who needs to improve, not you! I came much, much too quickly this time!”
“Seriously?” she gasped, her mouth hanging open as she quickly shook her head. “That was perfect, Daddy! Perfect! If you'd taken any longer... I think it honestly might have killed me, if you hadn't cum when you did!”
“Is that so?” I chuckled. She nodded seriously, and I pulled her back down to my chest, snuggling her tightly in my arms and kissing her softly in her beautiful, sweat-dampened hair. “Well... I guess you're just going to have to work on your tolerance, baby, because cumming so quickly tonight was definitely an aberration for me! It was all that incest talk! It took me totally be surprise, and turned me on much more than I was expecting it to!”
“Yeah?” she asked, twisting to look hopefully up into my eyes.
“You have no idea!” I confirmed, making her giggle.
“I'm glad, Daddy,” she smiled, nuzzling down against my chest again. “It really turns me on, too! I'd want you to do me anyways, just because of how sexy, and amazing you are! But the fact that you're my Daddy, and that it's so forbidden, and naughty, and wrong...” she trembled adorably in my arms. “That just makes it even better, Daddy! So, so much!”
“Dirty little girl!” I teased, reaching down to pinch her ass, making her yelp.
“I'm your dirty little girl, Daddy!” she corrected, giggling sweetly.
“Yes you are, baby!” I murmured, squeezing her tight and kissing her hair again. “Yes you absolutely are! Speaking of which... if your mom really wrote about everything in that journal of hers, I assume that means you know what I want you to do next?”
“Uh hunh!” she giggled, blushing adorably. She pulled herself upwards off my cock, kissing me slowly, passionately on my lips for a moment, before sliding her way down the bed. She tossed her long, soft hair over her shoulder to get it out of her way, then began slowly kissing and licking my cock, cleaning me of her cum just like her mother always used to do.
It was so completely insane, what we were doing... But God help me, I didn't care about that. Not anymore. Abby was my precious, beautiful little baby girl. That much was never going to change. And if our love for each other had expanded now, into something I'd never seen coming... Well, fuck it! That was never going to change, either.
I would spend the rest of my life, making sure of it!
