Sally by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton Mf inc It had been a heavy day, ending with dinner with a client. He'd had a shower, and was lounging back in his dressing-gown. Sally stopped outside the door and pulled her pyjama bottoms up so that they cut into her crotch, showing clearly the line of her cuntlips. She ran her finger down the slot, ensuring the satin was tight and even . She reached up under her vest and teased both nipples so they stood erect, showing through the cotton. Then she went in. 'I thought you'd gone to bed,' he said. 'I had, but Mummy phoned while you were in the bath. Since you've had dinner she's staying on for another couple of rubbers of bridge. She'll be back in a couple of hours. What are you watching, Daddy?' She really was becoming a lovely girl, he thought. She had a loose, sloppy grey t-shirt and shining white satin pyjama trousers on, for bed. The satin was tight over her belly and bottom. And , yes! He could see it tight over her pouting little cunt-lips. He caught himself in this guilty thought as she was talking. But even so couldn't help noticing how her nipples showed through the t-shirt. Her breasts had really come on in the last year, her fifteenth. She walked towards him with a happy lightness and grace. 'Just channel-surfing, Sally. Rubbish so far.' She sat heavily beside him on the sofa. Close enough for their thighs to touch. She leaned over him and took the remote from him. Momentarily her weight was across his lap. She switched the tv off. Her arm round his shoulders she gave him a hug, which could have been called chaste were it not for her breast pressed against the side of his chest as she cuddled him and her hand, still holding the remote, resting on his thigh. 'This is nice, Daddy. I love a cuddle!' She stuck the remote down the side of the sofa, and her hand returned to his thigh, but higher up it this time, and open, with her fingers on the inside of his thigh. 'Let's have a cuddle.' He was only too aware of her breast firm against him. He imagined he could feel the little nut of an erect nipple even through her cotton shirt and his silk robe. Worse, her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulder and down onto his chest. He could smell the faint, delightful perfume of her bathing. He stroked her hair and said, musingly, 'I never understood how your mummy and I got a child like you...I mean so blonde and light skinned.' He, of course, was black- haired and with almost North African complexion, at least when suntanned, while Laura, his wife, had sultry Spanish looks, all rounded, soft-shaped, and full lips, with her long, glossy black hair. And yet their daughter was light- limbed, slender, and with the white, clear skin of a natural blonde. 'Perhaps Mummy was a bit naughty once!' She giggled. Her hand was kneading the muscles of his thigh. 'You're a bad girl, Sally. I should spank you!' He playfully slapped the buttock cheek that was available to him as she sat leaning towards and over him. It was only a light tap, but the satin gave it a sharp sound. He laughed nervously. She laughed, teasing. 'But perhaps I'd like that!' He allowed his hand to rest where it had landed, on the dazzling white satin of her pyjama bottom. She cuddled even closer, and now he could see down into her t-shirt. Down to the cleavage of her bosom, and the rounded shape of her left breast. He could see her nipple as she moved against him. It was rosy-pink, and pertly upright. He felt his cock hardening and would have broken away from her, but she was murmuring in his ear now. 'Mmmmm this is so nice, Daddy.' He knew he should stop, but he couldn't. His hand, almost as if it had a will of its own, was caressing her hips and thigh, and her rounded buttock, still through the satin, though. He had to! He just had to! And he did! He allowed his other hand to feel her breast, cupped over it, through the light cotton. She cuddled up even closer, and her leg raised till it was laying over his, his hand now completely round her, holding her onto him. She kissed his neck her tongue making little circles. Her hand, too, was openly caressing his thigh, but still through his robe. It was too late to stop now. He reached up under her shirt, and found the naked flesh of her breast, stroking it, cupping it, feeling it, allowing the nipple to press into the palm of his hand. He pushed the cloth up over her breasts till they were uncovered, the shirt crumpled under her chin. Her hand slipped into the top of his dressing gown, and she felt the mat of his hairy torso, Wordless they sat, he caressing her breast, she caressing his chest. For so long he had wanted to feel that rounded firmness. For so long she had wanted to feel that muscular chest, and especially the forest of black hair. So different from the wimpish , bare-chested youths she had caressed before. No! This was what she wanted , a real man, her Daddy. She could feel her clit awake now, and would have loved to reach down to stimulate it with her fingers. He, too, was aware of the strength of his erection, still just about disguised by his clothes. And at last they kissed. Which of them made the first movement? Neither of them ever knew. One moment they were apart, the next they were lips-to-lips, tongue-to-tongue, kissing passionately. As she kissed, she pulled the gown from his shoulders, and pressed her whole body against him, white, naked breasts against the thick , black hair. They writhed together now, wriggling and caressing, till after minutes the kiss ended. 'Oh, Daddy!' 'Sally!' 'Oh I want! I want so much, Daddy.....' She couldn't say what she wanted. But it included what he now did. He lowered his mouth to her bosom and licked her nipples. Then sucked at them in turn. Then, as he felt her firmness with his tongue and lips, he rested his hand on her crotch, feeling her through the satin. He grasped her, and her legs opened wider for him. He could feel her hot and damp under the thin, shiny fabric. He could feel the shape of her lips, and ,yes! her clit. He stroked her, and again grasped her whole in his hand. He bent over, and nuzzled her there, scenting her arousal, feeling the warmth and dampness. It was lovely! Through the cloth, he nibbled at a lip, and then at her clit. The cloth was really wet now, and he could see the pinkness of her lips as it became transparant. She wriggled, and he returned to the delights of her breast, feeling and kissing. He slipped his hand down under the elastic waistband and rubbed her belly round and round. Down now, and his hand near her naked cunt. He felt the fine fuzz of hair, and then slipped his finger between her cunt lips to find her clit. She was hot and moist, and her clit was a hard little nub. He felt his cock twitch as she sighed, and her legs opened more to make it easier for him.'Oh, Daddy, you do it so well. No, don't stop. Just like that!' She was panting now, and would have cried out, but he stopped her mouth with a kiss, still fondling and tweaking her clit with one hand and nipples with the other. She suddenly moved a leg further over him, and felt for the first time the hardness of his cock, pressing into her satin-clad thigh. She reached between them and into his dressing gown. Her hand found it....hot, strong, and almost too big for her to grasp. It was too much for her, and hugging him even more tightly, she came, his finger easing her passion for the moment. Stillness. Silence. Her eyes were glazed, dreamy. He was in a world of delights....skin, flesh, hair.....And finally, 'That was lovely , Daddy! Now let me see properly. ' She pulled at the bow on his dressing gown and it fell away from him. The cock was, to her inexperienced eyes, huge and magnificent. Straight. Hard. Rising from the matted, dark hair of his belly. And its angry red helmet. She looked at it , awed, amazed. So different from the little boys' cocks when they'd played 'mothers and fathers' or 'doctors and nurses' in the summer bushes behind the football field. She felt her excitement rising again as she grasped the engine of pleasure with both hands. 'It's lovely, Daddy. So proud....' She wanted to kiss that flaming knob, but he didn't give her time. He was pulling the t-shirt up over her blonde head, and throwing it behind the sofa. Now he pulled the pyjama bottoms slowly over her tanned belly till the light, blonde fuzz of her pubic hair showed. She was blonde there, not ginger....he'd wondered and now he knew. How lovely the blonde fluff was, and the pink lips, swollen with their little glinting pearl. She raised her bottom to help, and they were side-by-side, naked. He sat back. And looked. She was lovely. Golden hair, firm tits, flat belly, blonde cunt-hair, plump lips with a little , peeping clit, and long, long sun-tanned legs. He knew it was a risk. A terrible risk. But he looked at her and knew it was worth it. It gave value and meaning to his whole life. This lovely body. She lay sprawled on the settee, legs wide spread. He knelt between her legs and reached up with both hands for her breasts. His cock touched her thigh as he twisted her nipples between fingers and thumbs, and again their tongues touched as they kissed. She was wriggling and squirming beneath him. He drew back and parted her cunt lips, using both hands. The light hair hid nothing of the plump pink outer lips, and the scarlet inside was like a target for him. He bent down and gently, oh-so-lightly kissed her clit. She started as if stung, and as he kissed it again lifted her hips to meet him. But this was for later. He knew she wanted him, fully. Kneeling , his cock touched her cunt, and he pressed towards her, still fondling her tits and murmuring endearments. Her eyes were closed now. His cock was pressed hard against her cunt, and he could feel the knob slip into her. He pushed and felt it engulfed in warmth. She suddenly opened her eyes......'No. Daddy. We shouldn't......' But her hips rose to meet him, and she pulled him down to her in an embrace. 'No, Daddy we.......' But now she was fucking too, her body rising and falling and wriggling beneath him. She knew her father had been 'fixed' and she was in no danger. She'd heard her mummy telling a friend at one of their coffee mornings. And she wanted him so much. But she knew he needed her to protest, if only a tiny, little protest. He needed her to be innocent, seduced. That would add to his pleasure, his excitement But now she entered fully into the game, and felt herself on the edge of coming. He had forgotten how a young, vigorous cunt could grip and tease a cock. Laura, his wife, was still beautiful, and was sexually adventurous like himself. But he now realised how her vagina had lost its strength and young elasticity over the twenty years of marriage; fucked him and too many men too many times. This smooth, warm cunt moved around his prick, nipping and gripping, and he remembered Laura at fifteen.....and other teenage girls he'd had so many years before. You certainly couldn't get two cocks in this cunt at the same time, and he knew you could with Laura! His daughter was making little sqeaking sounds, panting, and her fingers almost tearing at the hairs on his shoulders and back. He covered her mouth with his, and felt her coming. He raised himself just a tiny bit, so his cock really scraped against her clit as it plunged in and out. And this did it. She came with all the energy of a young girl . It had taken a huge effort of self control not to come when she did, not to pump his cum into her as her vagina contracted on his cock. But the moment of danger had passed and he was able to move it slowly and gently in and out till he felt her building to another climax. He had a sudden thought...he hoped there wasn't blood all over the sofa cushion. He looked. A small damp patch, but no blood. 'Have you done that before, Sally?' 'No. Never. I've never had a cock in me. Oh, that's nice, Daddy like that! No. ' She hesitated, but went on. 'But with Heather, and Mary, and sometimes Delia....well we play around a bit. And well, you know, candles and bananas and things....' Well, he thought that explained the (welcome) absence of blood. And what a world of girlish sexuality he had a glimpse of. He'd have to explore that a bit. But later! This was too good . He started to work his cock in her a bit harder and faster. 'Daddy will have to get you something a bit better than a candle for when you play with your friends. I know just the things for you. Better than a banana. Now let's try this way.' Without removing his cock, he half-pulled half-lifted her (she was so light!) and sank backwards on his heels. Then with a thud, and plenty of giggles as the impact made his cock ram extra hard into her, he was on his back on the carpet and his daughter astride him. Her clit was jammed hard against his belly, his cock deep inside her, and she found she could stimulate herself delightfully by moving side-to-side an inch or two. She clenched her muscles and was rewarded by a groan of pleasure each time she contracted her cunt round his cock. He wondered how long he'd be able to hold out, delay coming, with this exciting milking movement. He reached up and fondled her breasts. She giggled and lifted herself up until only his knob was embedded. He could see the length of his shaft, glistening, and her plump lips hiding his knob. Sally looked down at him and suddenly realised why her mummy had put sliding mirror drawers on her wardrobe. How good it would be to fuck and watch at the same time. She must get Daddy to take her to his bed. As these promising thoughts ran through her young head she was beginning to fuck him properly, raising herself off him, and then dropping with her full weight onto him. Each crashing impact gave her clit a jolt, while her vagina still gripped and released his cock as it slid through. She was surprised to feel his nipples hard under her palms, erect just as hers did. She didn't know men felt anything there too. She bent over and sucked at them, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. They were almost still a moment while they kissed, breast to chest. Then she sat up again. Her cunt demanded she shag, and shag hard. She raised herself up, almost off the cock, and then thumped down. She laughed. 'Bouncy, bouncy!' He was moving as well, now, to her rhythm. As she went faster and harder, he could see little drops of sweat between her tits. He watched as one drop started to run down her body. She was panting, now, and uttering words he was surprised a fifteen year old would know. He was worried how long he could hold out. He did so want them to come together. It was all right! He felt her coming, and as she collapsed again onto his chest, he bucked up and down , pumping into her. Minutes later, they were lying together still. He was still in her, but could feel his cock had gone limp. Well, he still wanted to suck that plump little cunt, and to have his knob in her mouth. 'I'd like a drink. Shall I get you a coke?' She nodded, and watched him as he crossed the room to the door. He had lovely broad shoulders, she thought, and she loved the hair on his shoulders and back. and even on the muscular cheeks of his arse. When he came back in , grasping a couple of bottles of coke, she almost giggled when she saw how reduced that proud, huge cock had become, a tiny, shrivelled thing. He sat on the carpet close beside her and they quickly drank. 'Now this,' he said. He lay beside her , his head by her belly, his belly by her face, pulled her half over on top of him, and buried his face in her crotch. As he caressed her bottom with both hands, his tongue went to work on her. 'Like Heather,' she thought. 'He sucks like Heather....nibbling my clit and then every so often sticking his tongue right in me.' 'That's lovely, Daddy. Just there. Just like that....' Her blonde hair lay golden over his belly and thighs as she nuzzled him, rubbing her cheek on his cock and hairy balls. The cock twitched, and she closed her lips round the knob. He groaned, and she felt his tongue work faster and harder . The whole cock in her mouth now, folded in two, nearly, but not quite limp. And she felt it growing in her mouth, straightening, swelling, getting longer. It was thrilling! Now it was too big, and she had her lips round the middle of the shaft....even like this it was in danger of touching her throat and making her gag. She knew what to do instinctively, and as he sucked and licked so she grasped the root of his prick with one hand, tickled his balls with the other, and moved her soft mouth up and down on him. He could feel her coming. Her young muscles clenched under his palms as she drove her clit and cunt across his mouth. And she sucked. How she sucked. She didn't stop even as her body spasmed under him, and she didn't gag when he pumped his cum into her mouth along with the last twitches of her orgasm....................... She was laying beside him, her right breast pressed against him, just as she had an hour before. His hand rested on the smoothness of her white hips. Only difference was they were naked now...and father and daughter now had an even closer bond. 'Your Daddy's a lucky man. ' He stretched his legs out , luxuriating. 'Many men would give a lot for an hour with you.' She giggled. She was playfully twining the black hairs on his belly into little coils like spinning wool. 'A lot?' 'Oh , hundreds. I bet you.' 'What sort of men, Daddy?' His belly was a mass of spikes, like a hairbrush, She had finished her almost-worshipping spinning and was now lightly holding his prick. 'Well.' He thought a moment. 'You remember John Richardson?' 'Your boss?' He had visited the summer before and stayed over. She remembered him as an immaculately groomed gentleman . Hand-made suit and shoes. Manicure. Good haircut, greying at the temples. Nice! He had complemented her on her dress at dinner. And on the beach next day he stripped down well. Tanned. Obviously worked-out a lot. And masses of lovely body-hair. Black, like Daddy's. He had complemented her on her bikini. Well...her tits were even nicer now! She knew he wanted her , even then when she was only fourteen and a bit green about men, by the way he kept looking at her tits and belly! And he had a nice bulge in his own swimming trunks! She absent-mindedly felt her breast, the one that wasn't pressed up against Daddy. Her other hand cradled his balls as if weighing them. Her Daddy laughed, and covered her hand with his own so it pressed her breast. 'Yes! You noticed too that he fancied you! And especially your breasts. What do you think of him?' 'He's a lovely man!' 'Well. If you'd like to have him....and get a nice big present off him, I'll tell you what we'll do.' She said nothing, but her consent was expressed by squeezing herself even closer to him, their legs touching along their full lengths. 'I'll invite him to dinner, and to stay over the weekend, like last year. When your Mother clears the main course, I'll go out to the kitchen with her. That's your chance to tell him you are desperate to get some skates and skating gear, but your mean Daddy won't buy you the blades. Tell him I won't, because I say all you want to do is to show your body off along the esplanade like the other girls. Say to him, and why shouldn't I show my body off? I'm fifteen, and I've got a good body. That should get him going! Then tell him you'd do anything to get those blades. Anything. Really anything!' Sally was giggling now. Partly at the idea of seducing her Daddy's distinguished boss, and partly because as he explained the scenario, her Daddy's cock was growing hard, almost at it's full, exciting size. She rubbed it lightly up and down, encouraging it to grow as she watched it in awe. The hand cradling his balls tickled them with finger-tips. 'You think he'll offer to buy me them?' 'I'm sure. But tell him you'd rather have the money. Two hundred' He caressed his daughter's lovely breast and reconsidered. 'Three hundred!' 'He'll never pay that!' 'He will! Tell him you'll come to his room when everything's quiet. I'm sure you'll enjoy it with him. He's very experienced, and especially with teenage girls!' 'You're hard again Daddy!.' 'Mmmmm. And there's one other little thing you should learn before Mr Richardson. I'm sure he'll want it sometime during your love-night. Here. Kneel on this cushion with your bosom on the sofa.' He knelt behind her and thought to himself that this was her best position, where she was her most beautiful. He liked nice tits, but really was a legs and bum man. He parted the rounded cheeks, one hand on each buttock, to show the secret rose within. Smooth, pink, unwrinkled. He loved arses...almost any.....(like Laura he went both ways)....but this one was so....... . Words couldn't descibe! He pressed his mouth to her and kissed. Then his tongue, licking first, and then penetrating. She giggled . 'That tickles , Daddy. But don't stop!' As he sucked and licked, and entered her with his pointed tongue, he found himself thinking of other teenage girls, when he was at school and college. He'd not done this with them. All those lovely arses he'd missed! 'Don't move! Don't go away.' But he laughed. She watched as he went to the door, his great weapon waving in front of him as he walked. He was soon back, with a bottle in his hand. She recognised the olive oil from the dining table. He was kneeling behind her again, and she felt the oil drip between her cheeks and down over where he had been kissing. Now his finger rubbing it into her, and the tip of his finger going into her , where his tongue had relaxed and opened her. She wriggled her bottom, unthinking. He knew when she did this that this would be good, that she wanted what he was to do. As she moved back to meet it, he allowed his oily index finger to enter her to the second knuckle, and then completely in. He reached under her with his left hand and held her cunt while he slipped the finger in and out. Now two fingers, and stimulating her clit at the same time. As he slipped in and out, he sought her hand , and pulled it under her, onto her cunt. 'Wank yourself, Sally, so I can feel you with both hands. As she rubbed up and down, he withdrew his fingers, and placed his knob. He worked it gently in a half inch, and then pushed harder. He was there! She gave a squeak, but was still moving under him, and still masturbating. Both hands on her shoulders, kneading the muscles, he shoved till his own hair touched her smooth bottom. She was tight and gripping, but he could move smoothly and easily in and out as he matched his passion to her own. As he sensed her excitement rising, so he increased the power and speed of his pumping. Sweat dripped from him onto her back. The moment was coming, he knew, and he collapsed on her back, both arms reaching under her to clutch at her tits. She was coming, shouting her pleasure, and the hands on her breasts tipped her over into ecstacy. He, too, having held back for minutes, allowed his orgasm to build, until he pumped his cum into her, catching the last moments of her orgasm. They lay like this for minutes...she kneeling, he kneeling, collapsed over her back, sweat running between their two bodies. Finally his cock went limp, and her strong arse expelled it. He looked down, and saw the hole gaping open, and seeming to throb. As he watched, wiping his sweat from her back with his robe, and the cum from both their bodies, he watched it contract and close. He lay on his back on the carpet, looking at his daughter's arse as she still knelt in front of the sofa. What a lovely arse, he thought. Rounded but firm...pretty pouting lips! She got up and knelt over him, her weight on his belly. He could feel the wetness of her cunt lips on his skin. Her eyes were shining as she looked down at him, smiling and happy. 'I knew people did that....I mean in the bottom, Daddy. But I couldn't believe it could be so good!' She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. 'Mummy's going shopping with her friend Amy Thursday afternoon. Shall we....I mean can we when I come home from school? Please take some time off, and come home early, Daddy. Please!' She leaned down and kissed him on his lips. 'In your bedroom, then, Sally. I'll get home early. Four o'clock.' 'In your bed, Daddy. In your lovely, big bed.' He hesitated. That somehow seemed a betrayal. But what the hell! And he'd enjoy watching her in Laura's mirrors! 'Mm. In my big bed.' 'Oh, and Daddy. I'll need a nice nightie for Mr Richardson. A sexy one. Can you give me some money for it. Fifty should do.' 'OK, Sally. Satin and lace and see-through bits. But only if you wear it for me Thursday , first.' She kissed him again. 'You're so sexy, Daddy.' She giggled and got up from him. He watched her as she crossed the room and went towards the door. He knew he should be feeling that mixture of guilt and sadness that follows, inevitably, straying from the marriage bed, but was surprised to register nothing but contentment....yes and probably he could manage it again. Her arse was moving so sexily as she walked...suddenly he thought of the blessed Marilyn and her wiggle. How that arse would move in high-heels. Perhaps he should get her some heels as well as a nightie for Thursday? Yes! He looked at her lovely back and bottom, and was certain he could do it again! His cock was alive and twitching. He hadn't been this randy, he knew, since he too was fifteen. She had seen his cock readying again for action and was laughing as she spoke over her shoulder, 'And you'd better shower again before Mummy gets home. I'm going to have mine now....let's shower together.' End Do you, like me, wonder how Sally fared with Mr Richardson, and how her Daddy enjoyed it too? )