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How Did It Happen? - 1
by Naughtydj (naughtydj69@gmail.com)
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Dad comforts daughter. (M/F-teen, inc, voy)
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PART 1: The Beginning
I can't tell you exactly when it started to happen, or
even how. Certainly not why.
Abby was 18 when I first noticed it. I'd never even
thought about my daughter in a sexual way before then.
Yes I'd seen her wearing shorter and shorter skirts as
she became older, even telling her to get changed on a
few occasions, the way most fathers will.
I think the first time I became truly aware was one
time where we were horsing around. Abby can be a bit
of a tomboy from time to time, even though she's
actually very girly, and dresses girly too. I forget
how it started but I started to tickle her one
afternoon, she dissolved into fits of laughter and
slid to the floor, I went down with her tickling more,
but I stopped for a brief moment, in which time she
managed to wrap her long legs around my waist and
rolled me over. She then placed both of her knees on
my outstretched arms, trapping me on my back. She had
on a thigh length skirt which had ridden up to crotch
level and I could do nothing but speechlessly look up
at her knickers stretched tight against her mound, no
more than 6 inches from my face.
She was breathing deeply from the exertion and the
tickling that I had given her, and she looked down on
me pleased that she had turned the tables on her old
dad with a little smirk on her face. Feeling a little
uncomfortable about it I told her that I surrender, at
which point she gave a light laugh and said not so
easy. She pushed her knees forward a little sending
jolts of pain through my arms and I grunted. As she
did this her crotch closed the distance to my face
until it was only a couple of inches away. She was so
close that I even though I could smell her scent. The
only thing I could really now see, in extreme close
up, was her thin knickers, no wait, thong and strong
toned thighs.
Abby was obviously getting off on the power she had
over me, her dad, but I didn't realise how much until
I thought I saw a small damp patch appear in her
panties.
It was too much for me and I called a halt sternly.
Abby knew where to draw the line and got off me, but
she laughed lightly again and play punched me on the
arm, telling me that I was getting old. She ran off,
leaving me a little bewildered as to what had just
happened.
But as the days wore on I couldn't get the image out
of my head, Abby showed no signs that it was anything
other than a little bit of innocent fun, not realising
that she had nearly ground her damp pussy against her
father's face. But from then on I did start to notice
that she was less careful when she was sitting or
bending down. It seemed that I would always look up,
only to be able to see straight up her skirt. Or she
would bend in front of me and I would get an eyeful of
deep cleavage. Abby had taken after her mother and had
developed a larger bust. I guess at 18 she was already
a C cup, my wife was a Double D. But Abby never gave
any hint that it was anything other than an accident.
I on the other hand began to feel tortured. I began to
have dreams about my own daughter, sometimes strange
dreams, other times full blown explicit dreams.
Although I had no intentions of ever acting these
dreams out, and I even resolved to never consciously
had these fantasies. But the dreams persisted, and
after a while I even found myself drifting off during
sex with my wife, catching myself fantasising about
fucking Abby, as they were both very similar.
Apart from regular flashes of her panties and one time
where I walked in on her in the shower (she was slow
to cover herself, but she did, without making it
obvious), nothing happened. That was until however one
summer about 3 months after her 19th birthday.
My wife had been taken into hospital, thankfully it
wasn't anything serious, but they wanted to keep her
in for a few days. Abby is one of those people that
worries and she was a bit fraught. The first night
that my wife was in hospital Abby came to my bedroom
after I had gotten into bed. She was dressed in a
short nightly, not really a negligee, but it was still
fairly sexy, only just covering her bum. I normally
sleep naked and I could feel my cock stir. Abby asked
if she could sit with me for a while as she couldn't
sleep thinking about her mum in hospital.
As she climbed onto the bed I got a flash of her
knickers, which sent a rush of blood to my penis. But
I put those thoughts aside and I calmed and soothed
her, giving her a hug telling her it would be alright
and going over everything again.
Abby looked at me and asked if she could sleep in with
me. As parents both my wife and I had discouraged that
sort of thing when she was younger, but she pleaded
with me and I told her to climb in, joking that she
had better not snore, as I had enough of that from her
mum. That raised a smile from her as she turned her
back to me and started to spoon me for comfort. As she
snuggled back into me I realsied that my cock was
still hard, but before I could do anything about it,
it slid between the crease of her bottom and nuzzled
against her mound.
She gasped and in a quiet voice she asked me what that
was. I jerked back embarrassed, stammering an apology
and some half-baked excuse, I threw the covers off and
grabbed a pair of shorts, my back to her. As I was
struggling to put them on I felt her hand on my back,
she laughed a little and told me it was OK. I slid
back into bed and she grabbed my arm and wrapped it
around her, once again turning her back to me spooning
up to me. I could tell she had a smile on her face as
her voice had laughter in it as she said let's just go
to sleep.
Soon she was breathing deep, but I took me longer to
get to sleep. Eventually I did and I started to have
an extremely explicit dream about my not so little
anymore Abby. I don't know what time I woke up, but I
was very groggy. I'd kicked my covers off and I was
lying flat on my back. My cock was rigid and half out
of the top of my shorts, I was about to snatch the
covers back over myself when I heard the heavily
breathing next to me.
I stole a glance slowly still pretending to be asleep
(I don't know why I did this). Abby was on her side
facing me, her eyes were wide open and they were
fixated on my shaft. She was biting one hand, and the
other was wedged between her thighs. I could just make
out small movements from the hand, and as my eyes
became more accustomed to the gloom I could see that
her fingers were inside her knickers.
My cock instantly jerked, and I heard a low gasp or a
groan, I'm not sure which. She looked up at my face
and saw me looking back. It was her turn to be
embarrassed now and she paled and jerked her hand from
between her thighs. She looked mortified that I'd
caught her masturbating, and she began to cry. I
soothed her and brought her to me, hugging her close.
After she had calmed down we talked about the whole
thing and the night just got a whole load weirder. She
told me that she'd never seen one before, not a real
one anyway. She said she'd found my porn stash years
ago on my computer. She told me that she was seeing a
boy at college, she liked him a lot, but that he was
getting pressure from his mates and she was getting
pressure from her friends to have sex. She blurted out
that she was scared and didn't know how and what to
do.
I felt my cock getting hard again, and it pressed
against her thigh. She looked up at me, I shrugged an
apology, but rather than sending her back to her own
bed I said she could look at mine for a while if she
wanted, given that she'd seen it before I didn't see
much sense in being shy now.
She reached her hand down and pushed my shorts out of
the way, whilst doing so her hand brushed my shaft
making it twitch. "I'm sorry," she gasped, thinking
that she'd hurt me or something, I soothed her again
and told her it was OK, I said that it normally feels
very good when someone else touches it. I didn't
necessarily mean that she should, but she took it as a
green light and bushed her fingers against it again,
making me moan.
Abby started to relax and started to ask loads of
questions about sex, does it hurt? Is it as good as
they say it is? I gave it to her straight and told her
that the first time will probably hurt, but it will
get much better the second, third and it could be
great, but only if it's right.
All the while her eyes were fixed to my cock as her
fingers brushed up and down the shaft. Suddenly she
asked, "What turns a man on dad?"
I laughed a little and told her that everyone was
different, but most men were very visual, they liked
to see leg and cleavage. I told her that personally I
loved to see up a girls skirt, seeing that flash of
panties was a massive turn on for me and that I was an
'arse man', loving it when a girl bent over. Abby
giggles and shot up back to me and got on all fours
next to me, her arse pointing at me, "Like this!?" she
asked innocently looking back over her shoulder at me.
A little grunt involuntarily came from my lips as I
got a perfect view of her arse up close. The material
of her full cut panties stretched taught. I could make
out the shape of her pussy perfectly, and I could see
a large wet spot the material becoming slightly
translucent.
My cock seemed to grow, I'm not sure why (thinking
back anyway) but I felt lust taking over and I grasped
my cock, pushing a bead of pre-cum from the tip. Abby
gasped deeply and whispered "Shit dad that really does
turn you on!" She watched me playing with my cock and
wiggled her arse at me and I started to wank my cock
openly now.
She watched open mouthed and breathed "Is that how
boys do it daddy?" "Uh huh" I could only reply. "Can I
try?" she asked still watching me.
By this point I was so damn horny that I really didn't
care that this was my daughter asking to wank me off,
I didn't answer immediately however but she reached
across and put her hand over mine getting the rhythm
and I removed my hand, hers immediately took over
copying what I had done. It felt amazing, her hands
her so soft and gentle as she stroked my shaft getting
a feel for it.
I noticed that her legs had parted a little and the
damp spot on her panties was much larger. The material
was nearing transparent and I could make out her pussy
more clearly now, my eyes having fully adjusted to the
darkened room. Seeing this a groan escaped from my
lips, and Abby looked back at me, her lips slightly
parted and her eyes heavy with lust.
"Dad, will you teach me how to do it? Will you teach
me how to please a man?" Her hand continued to stroke
up and down lightly and my mind was blurred, "What do
you want to know?" I heard myself say. "Everything,"
she breathed.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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