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“Just until I know I’m completely at ease and
comfortable.”

“Can daddy take off your panties?” he asked,
and before she answered he got between her legs and dipped his
hands under the side straps of her tiny briefs. After the amount
she begged, he knew the answer. Nevertheless, he tugged her panties
upward so the delicate fabric formed to her pussy, and revealed her
lips and clit. “I’d like to see how sexy your little pussy is all
waxed for me.”

She lifted her hips off the bed, and her
daddy skimmed them down her legs. He kept his eyes on her folds,
slipped off her panties, and then held the wadded up cotton against
his nose to take in a long deep breath. He smelt her, and finally
tore his eyes from her pussy to look up at her. “You smell so good,
Alisha. Can I keep these?”

She smiled. “If you want.”

“I do. I want them.” He breathed in her scent
again, and held onto them while he stroked her legs. With each
brush he parted her thighs wider, and returned to her panties like
it was an aphrodisiac. “I want you to unbutton your nightie for
daddy, too, baby.”

“You need to check for lumps?” she asked with
a grin. He clearly wasn’t giving her an exam, and he made damn sure
to never call it that, but she’d fantasized about him sleeping with
her all in the name of a checkup; she wasn’t going to let it
go.

“Only if you want daddy to kiss and lick them
all over.” After he took in her scent again swayed as if
intoxicated, she gripped his wrists as he caressed and moved it
toward her aching core.

“Will you lick my pussy, too?”

“You’re a virgin, baby. Daddy needs to. I
need to get your pussy relaxed and ready. I don’t want to hurt you.
So I’ll do anything that comes to mind. And if you want daddy to
keep going back to playing with your clit, I will as many times as
you need. Just tell daddy what feels good and what you want. I want
you to love this, okay?”

She answered by unbuttoning her nightie. He
watched her unfasten each one. The material lay over her chest and
flat stomach until the last was undone. Then he drew the cotton to
the sides when she set her hands on the bed, making it known she
wanted him to do the rest. To part the material, he slipped under
her gown and ran his hands up her stomach, over her breasts, and
then back down the way he came. On the second pass, he quietly
marveled over her petite body. He caressed up her flat tummy, and
then cupped her small, pert, hills. Alisha had yet to blossom into
a woman, but she doubted that she’d ever get curves if she hadn’t
already. Kevin cupped her puffy areolas and swells, and between his
thumbs and knuckle he lightly squeezed her nipple in delicious,
rhythmic pinches. He watched the tiny tips pale under the pressure
of his strain, and then glow pink again when he released. Alisha
arched skyward to press her mounds into his hands, wanting it
harder. All the while they pierced each other with searching gazes.
If he looked for signs she loved it, she gave him that with soft
moans. She imagined, though, that Kevin liked watching his adopted
daughter feel pleasure by his touch.

“I was afraid I’d do this,” he murmured to
himself, but instead of pulling away, he ran his hands down her
sides, pulled Alisha’s hips toward him, and freed her from her
nightie.

“Do what?” she asked as he undressed her.

He bowed to her tits, and set light lips
between her peaks. “Get hooked from the beginning.” He pinched her
tips again, and turned his head to nibble up toward her nipple.
“You’re so beautiful this body deserves to be worshiped.” He first
licked her compressed nub, and then let go and latched on with a
groan louder than her own. The heat of his mouth melted Alisha. She
locked her fingers together and held him on her tit. Kevin flicked
her, wagging his tongue quicker and quicker until the speed was
perfect.

“Right there!”

Now that he voiced what he thought of her
petite figure, Alisha relaxed and wrapped her legs around him. Her
daddy dropped his hips to hers, and as he licked he stiffened to a
powerful erection. With her feet locked around his waist, she used
the tight grip to roll her hips and rub his bulge on her folds.
Although he never added pressure of his own, he let her stroke his
cock with her pussy with light petting. She moved slow and took
lengthy swipes of his cock. But when his bent bulged provoked her
virgin entrance with annoying aching, she ground harder by
squeezing her daddy toward him.

“Will you help me, daddy?” she whimpered,
suddenly needing relief despite they’d only just begun. But Kevin
lapped her nipple with stirring thrill, and the new pleasure of
Alisha greedily using his rigid dick to play with her clit
instantly filled her with insatiable lust.

Her daddy understood and rubbed his girth
against her with firm thrusts. While aloft, he watched her sway as
he pinned her ass to the bed and crushed his cock against her. With
constant pumps, he hammered her into the bed. His pounding became
harder, and Alisha wetter. Everything he did made her cravings more
intense.

He dry fucked her, and because he didn’t have
to be gentle, he knocked his shaft into her pussy so hard her
entire body rocked and pleasure reverberated down to her toes. As
if he wanted to plow her for some time, he indulged in smacking his
erection against her. If it felt anything like sex, she’d cream in
a second and become addicted to screwing. She panted in
satisfaction, and met his pounding with an equally ravenous
thrust.

“Is that what you want, baby?”

“Yes. I’m getting so wet.”

“I’d like to taste that,” he said, and
instead of giving her what she wanted, her daddy suddenly stopped.
Instantly, she missed his cock whaling away at her tight, untouched
core.

Kevin crawled backward and started to kiss
her inner thighs, teaching her yet another amazing pleasure. To her
astonishment, she thought only his cock could antagonize her to
such frustration, but then his nibbling drove her wild with intense
need for tongue. All her yearning for sex, turned into squirming
need for a lick. Her body shivered and jolted as if it consciously
bucked to drive his wet tip near her slit.

He looked up at her, and asked with a
taunting smile, “Closer?” He knew that was what she craved. He
teased her, licking an inch up her leg for a sample, but then he
flashed his cocky grin like he knew how tortured he made her. She
watched his red tongue press into her creamy skin, and then skim to
a spot so intimate she shook.

She whimpered a long moan, excited by the
possibility of her daddy tasting the hot skin near her sex. He
pushed her legs open wider, and sure enough she felt the
vulnerability of a doctor spreading her wide. The exposure drove
her wild. Cool air licked her puffy clit as a reminder her daddy
parted her thighs, and it was her daddy who could lick her nub at
any second. He made sure she knew it, by asking, “Do you want your
daddy’s tongue right here?”

“Yes,” she whined. She needed his tongue
right now and then!

Kevin drew his tongue up the creases of her
legs, and then brushed his lips down—all the while he breathed in
slow and deep. She shivered and wanted him to lick her so badly she
kept trapping him between her thighs. Each time, he forced her legs
open for him, and the persistence was arousing. In her fantasies he
never pushed or insisted, but the dominance was unexpectedly
exhilarating. Eventually, he laid his arms over her to keep her
spread for him, and then opened his mouth wide to lick and
suck.

“Yes, daddy.”

His tongue was so close to her apex she
constantly trembled. Her daddy moved purposefully, taking mouthfuls
nearer and nearer. She whimpered while watching him take slow,
short licks. He had a smug glint in his eye as he teased her and
watched her squirm. He knew a virgin experiencing pleasure for the
first time had overwhelming effects. She had eighteen years pent up
frustration and the smallest toying made her pussy ache with
burning heat so intense her entire body flushed with warmth. She
shivered with fierce greed, and without trying to she kept jolting
toward his tongue. He let her body steal licks, and then he halted
when finding a perfect place to accidently taste her between
licks.

He crossed side to side, denying her what she
really wanted beyond a brief graze. He made wet streaks from her
mound down legs, licked up along the peaks of her folds, and even
lapped her clit with his tongue so lightly she sometimes wondered
she imagined it, but he never caved to her desires. It was
cruel—maddeningly, excitingly, cruel.

“Daddy, please!”

“Closer?” he asked again.

“Yes,” she whined in torture.

He bit her leg again, this time pressing his
cheek to her folds. The pressure of her folds weighing down on her
clit made her throb unbearably. She couldn’t take the teasing
anymore. She wanted him to turn his chin, stick out his tongue, and
lick her pulsating nub, but he drew his tongue lightly up the slit
of her labia with no intention of dipping inside.

“Please!”

“What? Do you want daddy to lick your pussy
and make it feel good?”

“Yes!”

He carefully spread her slick divide, and
brushed a thrilling stroke over her clit with his thumb. “Fuck,” he
whispered as he marveled, and then exhaled through his nose. He
licked his lips, and without looking away, he said, “You have the
smallest, little petals, Alisha. It’s swollen pink, and so sexy.
It’s perfect. I want to kiss it.”

“You can.”

“Your opening is so tiny, too. Fuck. Your
little cherry is right here, begging to be stretched. I want to
deflower it with my tongue. I want to eat you all night.”

He was lost in his passion. Without a doubt,
he enjoyed the sight of the most feminine part of a woman; it
provoked him. He slipped deeper into lust. She could see his love
for pussy. And if his confessions weren’t proof of his passion,
choosing to work with the hidden sanctuary by profession was
testimony alone. And like a man obsessed, he said to it, “You want
me to make you feel good and discover what makes you wet, don’t
you?”

He caressed her clit, but nothing was more
thrilling than what he said next. “I’m guessing your daddy makes
you wet.” She loudly moaned and lifted off the bed to meet her
daddy’s finger or mouth, but he moved out of the way.

He was right. She was impossibly turned on by
their relationship. He was her authority figure, a symbol of love,
and the taboo nature did it for her; all three made for nights and
nights of orgasms. Now that Kevin actually touched her, Alisha was
so into it.

Turned on by their forbidden caressing, she
whimpered, “Yes, touch your baby girl, daddy.”

He was so lost in worshiping his little
girl’s pussy. He spoke over her like he didn’t hear a word she
said. “Daddy can play with you right here, and you’d love it.” He
finally leaned down and tasted her juice with a single lick to her
clit. She pushed against his tongue hard, and whimpered when his
hot meat left as quickly as it came. Then he sucked his own finger
to wet her tip before swiping her opening with a damp end as he
added, “And he can finger you in here.”

“Yes, I want my daddy to touch me.”

“But I’m guessing you won’t be truly happy
until you have daddy’s dick.” She shook at the possibility he’d
fuck her. He leaned in and pressed his tongue to her clit again. He
finally gave her hot, wet licks—many of them—and the sensation was
so enthralling she creamed instantly.

“Yeah, squeeze that out,” he instructed, and
licked from her soaked hole to her sweet spot as she clinched for
him to let him taste. He lightly sucked her nub, giving it kisses.
With a flat tongue he made long slow licks, lapping up her proof of
pleasure.

“Let daddy taste his sweet, little girl,” he
hummed and savored. Again and again he drew his warm tip up her
sex, passing over her pulsating bud with much needed attention.

“Daddy, I need to cum.” It baffled her how
soon euphoria compiled toward a climax, and yet she was so
frustrated she whimpered, near tears.

“Wait for daddy, Alisha. I want to be the
first person to touch your little cherry.” He went back to grinding
his tongue on her nub, bringing her closer to a peak. She was so
wet and ready. He penetrated his wet finger into her core, and she
instantly begged him to work it in deeper.

“I can take more, daddy!” she cried, and in
little thrusts he pumped into her virgin, little pussy. The sting
was overlooked by the pleasure of his tip working in deeper. Once
he was two knuckles in, he watched himself plunge into her tight,
pink tunnel. Juice wet his creamy skin to a shine. Maybe she was
too tight, she didn’t know, but she pushed more and more
milky-syrup down with each thrust.

“Do you want daddy to show you where your
g-spot is?” As he asked, he dipped in deeper, and curled his finger
to search.

“Anything! Make me feel good. I need it. I
need to cum while my daddy touches me!”

He quickly found a hidden place that when
stroked, her pleasure quickly mounted. “Yes! Do that till I cream!”
she begged, sure she’d peak in seconds.

He firmly caressed inside. Crooking his
finger, he used such strength her entire body swayed. “YES!” He
returned to her clit, and licked her nub with all the intensity she
needed. In an instant all her excitement came to a peak. She
writhed on his finger and tongue. With all the energy it took to
stretch a virgin, he worked her sweet spot. He flicked her
throbbing nub so hard she felt the pleasure shoot down to her toes.
She screamed loud, telling him she was cumming. “FUCK! DADDY, YOU
MAKE ME CUM BETTER THAN I CAN!” She finished hard and fast, cried
out the entire time, “MY DADDY MAKES ME CUM SO FUCKING HARD!” He
met her lust with stern swipes of his finger and tongue, and he
kept the vigor up for almost a full minute as her orgasm lasted and
lasted.