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 Title: My Daughter's Xmas Present


Summary: Daddy gets a special Xmas present from his daughter.   


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex





   I'm a horrible snoop. 

   Especially around the holidays. 

   There are a lot excuses for invading the privacy of a teenage daughter,
especially as a father.  I could say (especially after) that I was
concerned about the content of her gift to her boyfriend.  I might have
said (before I found the pictures) that I felt she should be saving money
for college instead of throwing it away on a man who only seemed interested
in one thing. 

   But my real excuse, lame as it may sound, was that there was a Christmas
gift on my daughter's bed, and I thought it might be for me. 

   I'm horrible at gifts.  The kid shaking the presents to find out what
they were beforehand never really grew up.  When my wife was alive, hiding
Christmas gifts from me became half of the fun.  She would place them in
these elaborate hiding spots, sometimes even storing them in her office. 
If I found them before Christmas, we celebrated together that night when
she got home.  Love has this way of turning our faults into something
celebrated together as a harmless idiosyncrasy that only one person really
knows intimately.

   This time of year makes me really miss her. 

   Even after 18 years. 

   Kaylee never knew her.  She died a few days after childbirth.  I...  try
not to think about it, because sometimes it almost seems like a trade. 
Because as much as I still love Karen, as a single father, I started to
feel like Dad became my entire identity.  And at first, when she needed me
for everything, that seemed like enough.  I don't want to say it was a fair
trade; nothing about it ever seemed fair, most of all that Karen never got
to see our baby girl become the beautiful woman she is today.  But at least
Karen passed on something special. 

   But now Kaylee has pulled away.  A healthy amount.  Right now, even
though it's Christmas Eve, she's out with a few friends. 

   Of course we are still close.  Closer than most fathers and daughters. I
guess it's only natural that Kaylee needs someone other than her dad. 
Friends, boys, all part of growing up.  It has been a gradual thing.  From
playdates to sleepovers to now weekends when I practically don't see her. 

   And all along there were moments when I could see that my little girl
was no longer so little.  There have been so many times when I've done my
best to avoid seeing her growing breasts as she parades around the house,
oblivious at first that the same kinds of clothes she wore when she was
younger drew too much of the wrong interest with 34C cups. 

   How to have that conversation? 

   How to have the conversation about sex, about periods, about birth
control? 

   Because no one else, no one with more experience could help me out with
anything.  My parents were Puritanical, and I'd rather not see my princess
pregnant because she thought praying would work as well as a condom.  So I
just did my best.  I couldn't lie, use the popular euphemisms, or skate
over things.  I had to always tell the truth and know when to ask for
help. 

   It's meant figuring out exactly how tampons, pads, and every other
feminine product works.  It's meant awkwardly taking my daughter to
Victoria's Secret for a fitting.  And it's meant sitting with the doctor to
discuss birth control options and reminding the damn kid to take her birth
control pill.

   But it hasn't been all bad.  It's made us very close, because Kaylee
knows that she can ask me anything.  And while there's thing I never would
have wanted to know, there's things I've needed to know and needed to say.
Better me explain a blowjob than some teenager as he tries to get one in
the backseat of his pick-up. 

   It's meant that I have gotten the chance to know her as a young woman.
Yeah...  she's had her bratty tempers tantrums, her hormones, and her real
grief at the loss of a mother she never knew.  But I have always been there
for her with answer to any question no matter how uncomfortable. 

   And while at times it's certainly felt icky, maybe it's selfish to pass
on an unconscious squeamishness about sex.  Maybe that's a bullet more
parents need to bite, because that keeps teenagers from having sex too
soon, or having the wrong idea about birth control and safety.  It also
teaches them the importance of communication with their partner, and that
the difficult and awkward conversations are sometimes the ones we need to
have the most. 

   Everything else-- friends, college, and dating-- we impart wisdom from
the many fuck-ups of our lives hoping to spare our most important someone
in the world a little more pain.  But with sex we treat our kids like the
subject is Voldemort, and we aren't allowed to even speak the name.  I
wouldn't have been any different, not realizing that my own hang-ups get
passed down by each generation.  But I didn't really get the choice with
Kaylee.  I realized the first time I saw most of her breasts because I
hadn't bought her so much as a training bra that not saying anything was
not an option. 

   So Kaylee knows what I know and considers sex completely natural, not
some mysterious thing too fun and forbidden to talk about openly.  I've
said over and over again: I don't want to know the details.  But she's 18,
and even if she's living at home, she certainly has the autonomy to make
her own decisions about her body.  And at some point, I have to trust her,
even with this new boyfriend who I can hear dirty talking over the sound of
Parks and Rec in her bedroom.  You want your daughter to grow up...  but
it's always too soon, and it's selfish to not think of her as a person who
is finally beyond my complete protection and control. 

   And while I think that's perfectly natural in my head, I also think it's
a pang that hits every parent hard.  Just when I had finally gotten used to
devoting my entire life to this other person, she decides that there are
now these other people she wants to spend her life with...  and they are
jackass teenagers. 

   But so were most of my friends, so was I, and so is Kaylee. 

   Did I get enough "wisdom" through? 

   I hope so. 

   I also hope that her present isn't what I think it is. 

   I've had plenty of experience opening and resealing presents.  My late
wife always made meticulous use of the correct Christmas wrapping and paid
pristine attention to the corners.  I had to be sneaky.  But Kayle wrapped
presents with all the concern of a rabid raccoon.  I didn't see how she
could notice if I saw what was inside.  And of course, my girl couldn't be
bothered with things like a tag or bows.

   Inside was a shoe box, too light to contain actual footwear.  I opened
the lid and saw a bunch of photos.  And then I saw what was portrayed in
the picture on top.  I slammed the lid shut to the box. 

   I was sure I just saw my daughter's breasts!

   And I couldn't help myself.  I had seen most of her already, in bras,
towels, and volleyball shorts.  It's one of those things I can't help but
notice, even along with that natural sense of shame.  Because deep down, of
course part of me wanted to see more, even though it's wrong...  especially
because it's wrong... 

   And fuck if she didn't look so much like Karen!

   Long, very dark, almost black hair, wide eyes, an intoxicating smile,
the kind that makes a man aspire to do whatever it takes to see it again.
Her breasts never seemed as big as Karen's, but more than enough to draw a
man's attention.  And I had seen enough of her ass, bent over the
volleyball court, that perfect bubble butt ready to burst out from the thin
spandex. 

   And there were more than one picture in the box...

   I began rationalizing.  I knew I was going to look from the start.  Yes,
I'd had a steady diet of porn, but it's different seeing someone in your
real life.  That it was my daughter didn't much matter.  I hadn't known
many women recently.  I told myself there just wasn't time, but I never
could move from Karen.  That I wanted to see, to look but not touch, well
it didn't seem so bad really.  Besides, I might need to talk to her about
this.  I had addressed sexting, but I kind of thought we were past the
polaroid days. 

   I had to know what she was showing this boyfriend...I slowly reopened
the box. 

   The first picture was taken from a downward angle, probably with her
iPhone in a mirror.  I could make out each of her nipples, small little
dots on her large breasts, and the curve of her ass.  I took it in for a
second.  Her face wasn't visible, and I couldn't quite make out all of her
body.  The next shot was far more graphic. 

   Again with the iPhone, though not in her hand.  She was spread down
doggy style, her face buried in her bed, her hair tied back into pig tails.
Kaylee used both hands to spread her cheeks, showing off her tight, smooth
little butthole and the lips of her pussy.  My cock stirred against my
jeans, and I moved uncomfortably, making it worse. 

   I had an erection looking at my own daughter! 

   But it wasn't like she was here.  It wasn't like she needed to ever
know. And so what?  She was a hottie like her mother.  Nothing was going to
come of it. 

   I turned to the last picture.  This one was something else.  She faced
the camera, and it looked like it had been almost professionally done.  I
could see her face in this one, a finger pulling down on a pouty lip.  She
looked so innocent, and yet so knowing.  Her eyes were wide with pleasure.
Finally I could see those breasts fully.  She had small, perky areolas
compared to the rest of her.  She sat up a little, so as to accommodate the
pink vibrator (which I had bought her) deep inside her hairless pussy,
though the toy was only about five inches long. 

   I remember picking that out for her a long time ago.  I've learned a lot
about a woman's body, but I wanted Kaylee to figure out her own sexuality.
I had heard a lot of a stories from my wife, who grew up in a very
religious home, about experimenting with things like hair brushes and other
dangerous things.  So one day I just left it on her bed and never said a
word.  Seeing her use it...  well I was glad I did the right thing. 

   She looked so beautiful.  I took in every inch of her body.  Without
even realizing it, my hand moved to my penis.  I fished it out and moved to
my daughter's bed.  I spread out the present so I could see each part of
her body-- her ass, the curves of her body, and that toy...  the toy that I
got her.  I imagined seeing it move in and out of her as I moved my cock
back and forth, rubbing it against the rough fabric of my jeans. 

   I knew I was going to cum.  I had to cum.  And I found myself aiming my
cock towards Kaylee's picture, trying to aim my semen for her pouty little
face.  I wanted her covered in my cum and didn't care about the
consequences in the moment.  I was getting close, right on the edge, my
head started to twitch in anticipation... 

   "Daddy?" 

   I froze. 

   Then recovered enough to shove my penis back into my pants.  I had been
facing away from the door, still it was kind of clear what I was doing.  I
couldn't say for certain that my daughter saw my dick, but she certainly
saw the photos. 

   I turned around.  My cock straining noticeably against my jeans.  Her
brown eyes looked down at it, then up at me, her eyes widen with shock. 
Then she let out a nervous laugh.  I blushed and tried to double down on my
role as a parent. 

   "Look, honey," I started.  "You take a great picture.  But you haven't
been seeing this guy more than a few months."

   "His name is David and we-"

   "Look, I know.  And I guess this is somewhat better than sexting.  If
you want to give him the pictures without your face in it, that's fine.  I
can't stop you from taking nudes with your face in it, but you are too
young to know what you want out of life.  A teacher, a judge, whatever...
If those pictures get out..." 

   "Dad..."

   "I've shown you the stories on revenge porn..."

   "Dad!"

   "And I don't know David, but this stuff can get out and-"

   "Dad, it's not for David!" 

   "What?" I blinked a few times, trying to figure this out.

   "No...  we broke up over a week ago."

   "Why didn't you say-"

   "I just needed some time," Kaylee said.  "Besides, you like always hated
him.  I felt stupid enough without the I told you so."

   "You know I'm trying," I said.

   I said this a million times over these 18 years.  Every time I fucked
something up.  Every time she felt the least bit mad at me, I told her I
was trying.  Our own version of "as you wish" from The Princess Bride. 
Just my special way of saying I love you and I wish your mother was here to
help me. 

   "I know, and I also know I shouldn't have left a gift out this close to
Christmas," Kaylee said. 

   "Well..."

   "And what were you doing in my room?"

   "Snooping," I admitted, spreading my hands wide.  "And I am
retroactively justified.  Sorry hun, I'm in the clear.  Part of the job."

   "Come on...  I'm 18!"

   "And still in high school," I countered. 

   "One more semester."

   "Is that an argument?  Because it really seems more like random words
masquerading as an argument.  I found naked pictures of you!"

   "I'm 18!"

   "I know, I know," I said softly, deescalating the situation.  "I just
want to ask how well you know this guy?"

   "Oh, like really well..."

   "Yeah?"

   "Long as I can remember," She said coyly. 

   "So you can trust him."

   "I hope so!"

   "This is serious."

   "The gift was for you!" She blurted out. 

   And then every functional part of my body just stopped working as my
brain struggled to react.  The idea that these pictures were actually for
me, that my daughter took her vibrator and played with herself for me....
Well I couldn't think of anything to say. 

   "Oh come on, Daddy," She teased.  "I can see your hard on right now.  I
knew you'd find it.  It's Christmas Eve.  Like you wouldn't try and catch a
present before I put it under the tree."

   "But, honey," I stammered.  "You're my..."

   "So what?" Kayle said.  "Daddy we've never had quite the normal
relationship."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean most dads don't give their daughter a vibrator.  Most dads don't
make sure their teenager has the right bras and knows how to make sure
something fits.  Most dads don't make sure their daughter takes their birth
control pill every night." 

   "Well I mean without your mother-"

   "And I know I look like her," Kayle whispered. 

   I didn't know what to say.

   "It's okay.  I'm glad.  She was so beautiful, Dad in the all the photos
and videos.  And you weren't weird about it."

   "Weird about what?" I asked. 

   "The looks, Daddy," She said.  "It's how I knew you would like this. 
And I've been encouraging it a little ever since you first saw me in a
towel a few months ago.  I've been teasing you.  I notice how you look at
me in my volleyball shorts or yoga pants, even if it's not obvious.  It's
how you looked at those photos.  It's okay.  I love that I can do that for
you, Daddy. 

   I still didn't know what to say. 

   "It's just pictures.  If you don't like them, it's okay.  I got you
other Christmas gifts..." 

   She sounded so forlorn; I knew I had to say something. 

   "I...  I...  liked the pictures.  I just think it might be wrong..." 

   "I've thought that too," She said, her hands playing with her ponytail
before moving down her tight brown locks and to her tight tank top, playing
absently with one of the straps. 

   "But a lot of people think sex is wrong," She finished.

   "This is different..."

   "Because we are family?" She snorted.  "Only if we were planning to make
babies.  I'm on the pill.  And besides...."

   She paused for a second to collect her thoughts. 

   "I don't really see the harm in pictures.  Especially since they remind
you of mom.  I don't imagine she left you many nudes.  And it's been a long
time for you."

   That awkward silence seem to hang all around the air, as if we could
reach out and touch it.  Each of us struggled with what to say.

   "How long?" She asked timidly. 

   "What?"

   "How long has it been since you've had sex, Daddy?"

   "I'm not going to talk about that with you."

   "Oh my god!  Not since...  not since Mom?"

   I nodded, embarrassed. 

   "Okay, literally...  for fuck's sake, enjoy the pictures, Daddy."

   "I'm not going to..."

   "Oh, like you weren't already.  Come on Dad, I saw your shove your dick
in your pants."

   She reached over me slowly, her white tank top revealing nearly all the
top of her cleavage as she picked up the photos.  She held the first one
over her chest, standing a foot or less away from me, giving me a full view
of her nude on her side.

   "I didn't really like how this one came out.  I mean...  it's okay.  You
can see my left nipple, so that's kind of a tease, and it doesn't show my
face, so I don't mind spreading it around, but it's just not my best
angle."

   "I think...  you look good..." I stammered. 

   "Aww thanks, Daddy.  You look good too!  It's why this is so easy to
share." 

   She winked at me. 

   "Now this one's a lot better.  I always liked the spread view, where you
can see both holes.  Not a lot of attention gets paid to the butthole, but
I think for girls it's really almost better than a pussy.  I had to take it
like a dozen or so times, lining up the phone just right, but it was worth
it, don't'cha think?"

   I nodded. 

   "Take it out, Daddy...  come on..."

   I couldn't bring myself to do it.  So Kaylee surprised me by bending
down on her knees, setting the pictures at her feet, and working slowly at
unbuckling my belt. 

   "It's not like I haven't seen it.  It's not like you weren't stroking
yourself looking at me naked.  Go ahead...  it's your Christmas gift. 
What's that they say, it's only cum once a year?"

   She worked at my belt slowly before unbuckling it.  Then she unbuttoned
my jeans and unzipped them until they parted enough for the head of my cock
to poke through.  I am circumcised, a little over seven inches, and wide
enough to be noticed.  But as hard as I was, at this angle it didn't look
like anything too special. 

   Still she cooed. 

   "It's so big."

   "No..."

   "I can tell...  let me see more."

   I worked out the rest of it as she bent down, again almost flashing her
tits in that tight fitting tank top.  I moved the skin up and down my
shaft, faster and faster, stroking myself inches away from my daughter as
she leaned over and picked up the last picture. 

   It was then I realized in a moment of clarity that I wasn't even looking
at the pictures really, just my daughter.  And even as she showed me the
photo with her playing with that pink vibrator in her pussy, her breasts on
full display, I could only think about the girl in front of me, watching as
her father jerked himself off in front of her, acting as if nothing unusual
was happening. 

   "I couldn't quite decide on a pose here.  I hope pouty wasn't too much.
But then again, you aren't really looking at this for my face," She
purred. 

   She was right.  I wasn't even looking at the photo against her chest.  I
was looking straight into my daughter's eyes, lost in lust.  Imagining
taking my only daughter and shoving my cock into each of the holes she'd
shown me. 

   "I'm going to suck your cock, Daddy."

   God it felt good. 

   "And Daddy....  You can cum wherever you like."

   Jesus Christ...  my baby girl....

   "I'll swallow every drop if you like.  Or you can cum on my face.  I'll
let you fuck my tits if you want."

   She got down on her knees and started to jiggle her tits, the tank top
not really holding them in.  Kaylee reached up near the straps and slid the
white fabric down, showing me her nipples as she pulled part of her breasts
out for a split second. 

   "Is that what you like, Daddy?  You like that I have these big tits now
don't you?  Because I'm still Daddy's girl."

   Oh God...  I was close. 

   Then she pushed my hand away and grabbed my dick, which seemed to dwarf
her hand.

   "I'm only going to suck your cock tonight, Daddy.  But I want you to
know that I'm good at it.  I've been practicing for you, Daddy."

   She beamed as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, never
breaking eye contact, as if looking to me for some hint of resistance.  I
couldn't offer it.  I was past the point of saying no.  And how could I? 
My daugher kissed the tip of my head first, letting her lips slowly tease
me as she moved slowly forward.  She didn't even take the entire head in at
first.  Instead she stroked me with the other hand before spitting on my
shaft.

   She swallowed the length of me quickly then gagged and came back
coughing for a second before moving my head into her mouth.  Gradually, she
recovered and took more and more of my dick inside of her mouth, until all
but the base fit inside her mouth.  I didn't hold onto her head.  I
couldn't do anything but let my daughter use her mouth to fuck my cock. 
She bobbed up and down going faster then used her hand here and there to
take a breath. 

   She finally came up gasping. 

   "Tell me how you want to cum, Daddy...  please...  I want to make you
cum soooo bad.." 

   She rubbed the head of my dick against her cheek as she looked up at
me. 

   "Please, Daddy...  wherever you want.."

   I started to pull away from her but then changed my mind.  She felt too
good. 

   "Make me cum with your mouth, Kaylee.  Swallow it all..."

   She moved back to my cock, taking me deeper and deeper, faster and
faster, only stopping to tell me...

   "You know I've always wanted to suck this cock, Daddy."

   Her mouth felt so wet and perfect.

   "Cum for me, Daddy...  and I won't waste a single drop of your cum.  I
want it so bad.  Please, Daddy, I'll be... 

   And as she stroked me, my first shot started, hitting her across the
right cheek and chin.  Another hit her forehead, and ran down her nose as
she pulled me towards her mouth.  I shot a few more loads into her mouth as
she deep throated me all at once, taking every one of my seven inches
without gagging as she gulped greedily at my cum.  I felt the head of my
cock twitch a few more times before I was finished.  I softened in my
daughter's mouth as she looked up at me wide-eyed and through a long stream
of cum in her right eye. 

   She looked perfect. 

   Cum was on her forehead and covered most of the right side of her face,
running down onto her chin.  And as I pulled out, a long strand of saliva
stuck between the head of my cock and her lips for a few seconds. 

   Perfect. 

   My daughter covered in my cum, looking up at me with nothing but love. 

   "Daddy, I really needed to go to the bathroom now and clean up.  But
I'll have another present for you tomorrow."

   "Okay...  "

   "Thank you, Daddy," She said smiling. 

   "Thank you, honey," I said.  "I hope it's okay...  I mean since your-"

   "OK fuck, Dad, it feels like battery acid is in my eye.  I love you, but
I'm going to go take a shower."

   She got up and started to take off down the hall, her ass shaking in
those tight shorts as she made her way to the hallway bathroom. 

   "I love you too," I said. 

   I tried to peek in the shower. 

   All I could see was her blurred outline behind the glass, a sexy
silhouette of her naked body under the steam. 

   Then her face popped out from behind the curtain.

   "Good night, Daddy!  You'll get another present tomorrow, one you won't
find tonight.  Go to your room until I wake you up."

   *****

   I've never waited for a Christmas like this.  Not even when I was a
kid. 

   I couldn't sleep.  My mind raced as I lay in bed, every now and then
checking the clock to see that only a few minutes had gone by.  I looked at
her pictures again more than a few times, stroking myself almost to orgasm,
but I couldn't bring myself to finish.  Not while the image of my daughter
wearing my cum on her face flickered in my brain. 

   My hard on kept me up through the night.  She must have known how eager
I was, either that or she couldn't wait herself, because I heard the loud
knock on my door at six in the morning and my daughter's bubbly voice. 

   "Merry Christmas, Daddy!  Your present is under the tree!"

   I put on my boxers, my cock still standing at attention as I walked.  I
put on a pair of sweatpants and still could see the outline of an erection.
I didn't think there was much of a point in trying to hide it.  As wrong as
it was, I wanted her to give me that beautiful pussy I had been looking at
all night for Christmas. 

   My cock softened a little as I walked into the hallways and living room.
And there she was, basking in the glow of the Christmas tree, all wrapped
up for me.  Her nipples were covered with two red bows, showing nearly
every inch of her breasts.  She had taped a large piece of red and green
wrapping paper around her waist like a skirt.  She smiled at me, her hand
holding her head as she propped herself up. 

   "Do you want to unwrapped your gift, Daddy?"

   I moved her on her back and ripped off the the wrapping paper, looking
down at her bare teenage pussy.  She looked so tight and small, even as I
spread her legs apart. 

   "It's exactly what I wanted."

   I put my mouth down on her clit, using my lips to gently kiss my
daughter in her most intimate area.  She squealed a little bit, and I
wrapped my arms around her legs, keeping them apart as her hips bucked up
against my tongue.  I licked in small little circles all around the top of
her pussy, just the way her mother loved it.  It was impossible not to
compare the two, though it had been so long. 

   "Oh God!  Daddy, you're so good at licking my pussy."

   I varied my technique, tasting every inch of her before moving one of my
finger inside of her.  I parted her lips with my index finger and watched
as my daughter started fucking herself on my hand.  I kept my tongue
moving, and she began moaning louder and louder. 

   "Please, Daddy, don't stop..."

   I didn't. 

   "Oh God...  I'm close, I'm close so close...  Daddy, can I cum?"

   I looked up at her, Kaylee's eyes closed in ecstasy 

   "Cum for me, baby girl."

   "Oh God....  Daddy, I'm cumming!"

   Her whole body shook underneath me.  Her legs and pussy spasmed, and I
kept my mouth on her clit, my lips tugging gently on her as she came. 

   "Jesus, just fuck me, Daddy."

   I tugged down my underwear and sweatpants, my dick literally springing
out of my pants.  I adjusted her small body, my eyes looking down into my
daughter's, as if asking permission to do this, to cross this line all the
way.  I wanted her so bad.  I needed to be inside my daughter. 

   "Please, Daddy, I need to cum again.  I need to be fucked."

   She looked so desperate. 

   I gripped my head, positioning it right where it could slide into
Kaylee. I couldn't quite get the right angle at first and just rubbed
myself all over her dripping cunt.  I moved her legs back a little, my
hands holding her thighs as I adjusted her on the carpet.  I moved my hand
to my cock and pushed it forward, hearing her give a gasp as the mushroom
head spread her apart. 

   "Oh wow...  It's so big..."

   I moved deeper inside her, slowly stretching her pussy as I held her
against me.  I looked into her eyes, and then down at her nipples, still
with those red wrapping bows stuck to them.  I squeezed her breasts with
one hand, moving in closer to kiss her.  Our lips met for the first time,
connecting us together in a some small way somehow even more important than
being inside her. 

   "Is it your first time?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

   "No, Daddy...  " She looked away.

   "It's okay, baby."

   "No, Daddy, it's just your penis is so much bigger than his."

   "Oh God...  you feel good."

   "I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to be such a slut."

   I could feel myself all the way inside her.

   "It's okay, baby."

   "I always wanted you though.  I called him Daddy every time.  I just
didn't know if you would want me..."

   "Oh honey..."

   "I wanted this so bad, Daddy.  Oh God I need it.  I need your big Daddy
dick.  I need your cum.  Use me, Daddy, use my hole."

   I pumped faster into her, trying to hold on as long as possible.  I knew
that I would need to have Kaylee again and again, but that wasn't what
mattered right now.  I wanted her to have an orgasm.  I wanted her to enjoy
sex in every way possible.  I wanted to take care of all her needs. 

   I held her legs apart as I drove my cock into her,pushing up against
her, moving forward slowly and taking my time so as to hear every moan of
pleasure as I pounded into my daughter.  She moved back against me, and I
moved my hands down her legs to grip the sides of her ass.  I went faster
and faster, spurred on by her moans. 

   "Oh fuck, Daddy, I'm about to cum."

   "Ask me," I said. 

   "What?" She said. 

   "Ask me if you can cum, like you did before. 

   "Can I cum, Daddy?"

   "It's so hot, honey.  It makes it sound like you've really given me your
pussy."

   "You do own my pussy, Daddy.  You made it, so you can decide when you
want to make it cum."

   "Oh God, Kaylee..."

   "Daddy, please can I cum?  Oh God...  Daddy I'm so close...  PLEASE,
DADDY!?"

   "Cum for me, Kaylee.."

   She gasped for breath. 

   I had to slow down to stop from cumming right then.  Still I couldn't
help but keep every one of my seven inches all the way inside of her as she
clawed at my back.  I could feel her convulse around my cock, nearly
screaming with pleasure as the orgasm overcame her. 

   "I'M CUMMING, DADDY!" She yelled. 

   "I know, baby.  Cum for Daddy."

   Her eyes closed as her neck arched. 

   "Look at me, look at Daddy."

   She had almost a frightened expression, her eyes fluttering and filled
with an intense look of pleasure, her mouth open wide as she let out a
moan. She was breathing heavily as her body settled a little bit, then she
kissed me again. 

   "Thank you, Daddy,"

   "Come here," I said as I pulled out of her. 

   I positioned Kaylee on her hands and knees, facing the real presents
under the tree.  I moved my hands over her tight little bubble butt, giving
each cheek a small little slap as I moved closer to her.  One of the bows
fell over her nipple as she arched her back, letting me see the bottom of
her nipple as I pressed her down into doggie style.  I didn't need to feel
to know that each of her tiny nipples was rock hard, but I did anyways,
moving my left hand under her breasts. 

   I moved my cock against her ass, for a second fucking between her
cheeks. I lowered my body a little bit, finding the angle a little
uncomfortable, before spreading her lips again with the head of my cock. 

   "Go slow please, Daddy..."

   "Tell me how it feels, baby."

   "It's sooo big, Daddy...  so much bigger than my boyfriend's."

   "Is he the only one to fuck you?"

   "No, Daddy..."

   "You've been such a slut." 

   "Yes, Daddy."

   "Are you going to be my slut now?"

   "Yes, Daddy."

   "You aren't going to let other boys see these titties."

   I grabbed both her tits now, knocking off the last bow, pinching her
nipples and pulling on her breasts, using them to fuck her. 

   Kaylee cried out in pleasure. 

   "It's soo deep, Daddy..."

   "Are these Daddy's now?" I asked again, squeezing hard on her breasts. 

   "Yes...  Daddy...  " She said, almost out of breath.  "I...  can... 
barely...  take it..."

   "Does it feel good?"

   "Yes, Daddy....  Keep fucking me, keep fucking your little girl.  OH
FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD!"

   I pulled her closer, getting as deep as I could inside of her.  I moved
my hands to her ass, grabbing both cheeks for a second before turning my
hands around and gripping her silky thighs.  I saw my daughter turn around
and look at me.

   "Harder, Daddy...  please."

   I started to sweat, trying to keep up the momentum. 

   "Harder, Daddy...  treat me like a slut.  Fuck me hard."

   I slapped her ass.  I couldn't believe the things coming out of my baby
girl's mouth. 

   "HARDER, DADDY!  Pull my hair!  Fuck me rough!"

   I grabbed her ponytail in my right arm and gave it a gentle tug. 

   "Harder, Daddy!  Fuck me like the slut I am."

   I pulled a little harder, using her hair to yank her neck back.

   "HARDER, DADDY!  Punish me.  I've been a naughty slut, teach me who's
slut I am now.  I was such a bad girl." 

   I yanked her hair hard. 

   "Oh yes, Daddy, fuck your slut."

   "You're mine now, honey."

   "I'll be your good girl, Daddy.  I'll only fuck you.  It's your pussy. 

   She paused, looking back at me over her shoulders as we stopped for a
second..

   "But I need it rough.  I want to just be taken by you.  I've fantasized
about this for so long.  I just want you, Daddy.  Do me however you want."

   I grabbed her shoulders and pumped faster and faster.  I could hear the
sound of my body against her, the loud slap as my ass connected with her
pelvis.  She seemed to fuck me as much as I fucked her.  I couldn't believe
how well she took it, how my daughter wanted more and more of me inside of
her.  She was so wet and still so tight.  At points, I felt I could barely
fit inside my little girl, and still she threw herself back onto me.

   "Oh yes!  Use me, Daddy!"

   I grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face down onto the carpet.  She
adjusted so that her her check was resting comfortably as I moved inside of
her. 

   "Please....  Can I cum, Daddy?"

   "No." I said. 

   "Please, Daddy...  I'm so turned on."

   "No." 

   She gasped as I pulled out of her. 

   "Please no, Daddy!  Please fuck me more, Daddy!" 

   "Come here." I said, sitting on the couch.

   I started her out riding me, sliding inside of her easily now.  I had
her wrap her arms around my shoulders and then slowly started to stand up.

   "What are you doing, Daddy?"

   "I'm going to pick you up and hold my baby girl."

   Her legs wrapped around me as I worked to my feet, my cock almost
sliding out as I picked her up.  She couldn't have weighed much, and I was
in good enough shape to easily hold her up, my hands squeezing her tight
little ass and spreading her cheeks apart.  Her arms hugged tight around my
neck, and I could feel her nipples pressed against my chest.

   "Oh God, no one has ever fucked me like this!" 

   Kaylee started bouncing up and down on my cock, using my shoulders to
piston herself up and down.  Once, I slide out, but she was able to grab my
cock and put it back inside of herself almost instantly.  I couldn't really
speak.  Keeping a grip proved to be a challenge.  As I found my footing
again, kicking a few wrapped presents out of the way, I ended up using the
tree as sort of leverage.  It pressed up against the wall of the living
room, the ornaments all clinking against each other as I moved my daughter
against the branches.  The whole Christmas tree threatened to topple over
for a second before stabilizing, helping me gain a little balance. 

   As she rode my dick, I could feel Kaylee's fingers moving up my chest.
Her hair had started to come undone, strands of it in her face, but still I
could made eye contact with my daughter.  Then Kaylee moved down and bit
into my neck hard. 

   It felt amazing!

   I fucked her even harder then, hearing the sound of the tree against the
wall as I pounded into her. 

   "FUCK!  Daddy, can I cum?"

   I nodded but either she didn't see it, or she wanted explicit
permission. 

   "Please!  Daddy, this feels so good..."

   "Yes...  " I barely whispered.  "Cum..".

   I would have lost her but for the Christmas tree.  She moved both her
hands to my back and pushed harder into me.  She was riding my cock,
suspended in midair, barely holding on as she shook with pleasure.  I could
feel her pussy quiver and her body writhe against me, making my cock twitch
with excitement. 

   "I'm cumming..." She said almost as an afterthought long after the
pleasure had subsided. 

   I was close now and knew my orgasm needed to follow my daughter's.  She
was mine now, to do with what I wanted, to take care of her in every way. 

   "I need to cum..." I said.

   "Cum inside me, Daddy."

   "You sure?"

   "You know I'm on birth control."

   I did. 

   "I saved this for you, Daddy.  I needed you to be the first to cum
inside my pussy.  I've always wanted to feel a man's cum inside of me.  I
just wanted you to be first."

   I gave a few more thrusts, each a little bit faster before feeling the
point of no return.  As the semen moved up inside of my baby girl, I
stopped moving, overcome with pleasure as I finally let go.  Instead of
shooting out like earlier, my cum seemed to slowly flow out and into my
daughter's wet pussy.  I held her close, giving one last stroke inside
Kaylee as my penis slowly shrunk inside of her. 

   As I put her down, I looked at her bare pussy while she found a place to
put her feet.  My cum was running down my daughter's legs, and a little had
splashed on one of the presents.  We both noticed together, then Kaylee
looked up and away from me, a little embarrassed. 

   "Well Merry Christmas, Daddy."

   And we both laughed. 

   "It's okay," I said.  "I don't want to open any other presents today.  I
already got exactly what I wanted."



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