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 Title: My Daughter's Garter Belt


Summary: Dad's snooping leads to sex.


Keywords: fic,inc





   I'm a realtor, a job I never imagined myself having when I was young but
which has turned into something that I really enjoy.  I get to meet lots of
different people and set my own hours.  I make plenty of money, which seems
to mostly get spent on my wife Judy and my daughter Andrea.  Not that I
mind, because I love them both dearly.

   One of my responsibilities as a realtor is to take videos of my clients'
homes.  We post them on our website so that potential customers can take a
virtual tour of the house they are considering buying.  I also keep stills
from the videos on my laptop so that I can show those off, too.

   I own a fancy digital video camera, one with all of the bells and
whistles.  It was pretty expensive, but if it helps me sell houses I'm all
for it.  It uses several different batteries, and I was on the way out the
door to meet a new client when I discovered that one of them was bad.

   At this point, I figured that I had two choices.  I could stop by the
store on the way to my appointment and pick up a new battery.  But I'd be a
few minutes late to meet my client, and that wasn't exactly the first
impression I liked to give.

   My other choice was to run upstairs and see if I could find the spare
battery in Andrea's room.  My daughter has an MP3 player that uses the same
battery, and I knew that she had one because I'd bought it for her just
last week.  I thought I was doing her a favor, but when I gave it to her
she said, "Hey, I don't need this but thanks anyway." I said, "Keep it. 
You'll need it someday." I didn't know that I was going to need it before
she did.

   If I could find the battery in her room quickly enough than I wouldn't
be late for my appointment.  I decided that I'd gamble on looking in her
room rather than the certain delay of running to the store.

   I looked in the obvious place first - her desk.  I was kind of
uncomfortable going through it.  She's almost grown, and I felt that at her
age she deserved her privacy.  On the other hand, I was her father.  I
compromised by making as quick a search as I could.  But I didn't find the
battery.

   I moved my search over to her shelves.  I looked under her colorful
Beanie Babies and by her stereo.  Behind her collection of pictures of
herself and her friends through the years.  I went through her assortment
of costume jewelry.  After a minute or two I concluded that the battery was
not on her shelves.

   The only place left was her dresser.  I figured that it was unlikely
that the battery was in with her clothes and I was jout going to skip it
and run to the store.  But then I remembered that I kept a drawer full of
junk in my dresser.  Maybe my daughter did too.

   I went through her dresser quickly, just giving the clothes in each
drawer a quick toss to look underneath.  Of course the battery was in the
last drawer I looked in.  It was in a pile of assorted junk in the bottom
left drawer, along with her underwear.  I couldn't help myself as I glanced
at her panty collection.  She had panties with bunnies, panties in silk and
cotton, thong panties and satin panties.  Panties in pinks and blues and
lavenders.  I drew my eyes away and grabbed the battery.  I was about to
close the drawer when I noticed it.

   Almost hidden under a pair of silky cream colored panties was a
garterbelt.  It was black and lacy, and when I moved the panties to see it
better I also saw a pair of shiny nylon stockings in a dark smoke color. 
Even though my eyes were drawn to it in a kind of "isn't that sexy" way I
really didn't give it much thought.  I mean, Andrea had always been a jeans
and t-shirt kind of girl.

   My daughter had never been one to dress up at all.  She didn't wear
makeup and it seemed like she hardly ever even combed her short dark hair.
Last Christmas it was like pulling teeth to get her to wear a dress to our
family party.  When she'd reluctantly put it on, Judy and I had
complimented her on how pretty she looked, but our opinion must not have
counted for much because she wouldn't wear one again.  But I guess that
since she was an almost grown woman I assumed that she'd come to own some
of that kind of stuff, even if she never wore it.

   I took the battery and got to my appointment on time.  We made a
walkthrough video and I was on my way to another sale.  Afterwards I
stopped by the camera store and picked up another battery.  By the time I
got back it was almost time for Andrea to be home from school.  My wife had
rush hour to contend with and wouldn't be home for a little bit yet.  I sat
down at my desk to work on editing my video into the perfect sales pitch.

   Andrea came in a little later.  She had on her usual pair of faded
jeans, torn sneakers and a t-shirt.  Her book laden backpack was slung over
her shoulder.  "Hey Dad." That was her usual greeting as she bounced up the
stairs to her room.  I was working on my presentation and I figured that I
could tell her about borrowing her battery and give her the new one when
she came back down.

   I was trying to make my clients' hopeless backyard look a little greener
when Andrea waltzed through the living room again, obviously on her way
out. She was still dressed in her jeans and t-shirt and her ever present
backpack was still on her shoulder.

   "Gotta split," she said, bending over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

   "Where're you going?"

   "Keith's taking me to see the new Mandy Moore movie.  It's a sequel to
that other one.  It's called `Night to Remember.' It's supposed to be
really good, and I told you and Mom I was going last week."

   I vaguely remembered that conversation.  I punched a key on my computer,
saving my newly created video.  By the time I looked up, Andrea was walking
out the door, tossing a "Bye Dad," over her shoulder.

   She was already gone, and I hadn't had the chance to give her her
battery back.  Oh well, I thought.  If I put it back now she'd never know
I'd been in there at all.  I fetched the battery and went upstairs and
tossed it into her dresser drawer.  I had it almost closed when something
struck me amiss.  I still don't know exactly why, but I pulled the drawer
back open to take a look.

   It took me a moment to realize what I'd seen.  The garterbelt and nylons
were gone.  I took a quick shuffle through the panties in the drawer, but
the sexy black underthings were definitely not there.

   Now that was interesting.  I mean, Andrea still had on her jeans and
t-shirt when she left.  She looked just like she always did.  And she
certainly hadn't had time to put them on under her other clothes.  My
curiosity got the better of me and I took a quick look through the rest of
her room like I had earlier, but this time looking for the missing
underthings.  They were nowhere to be found.

   The nagging little question of what she might have done with the
garterbelt tickled my curiosity as I went back downstairs to watch the
news. The best explanation I could come up with was that maybe one of her
girlfriends had left it here after a sleepover and Andrea was going to take
it back.  But that didn't exactly make sense.  Andrea had said that she was
going to a movie with Keith.  I may not know everything about my daughter,
but I do know one thing - she never lies to me.  Oh, she may stretch the
truth here and there.  And she's not above leaving something out of an
explanation if she thinks I shouldn't know about it.  But she's never
actually told me a lie.

   I was contemplating my possible choices of action, and had settled on
casually sharing my discovery with my wife.  But I didn't get the chance. I
met her at the door when she got home, and I took her in my arms and gave
her an appreciative hug and a warm kiss.  Thoughts of Andrea's garterbelt
flew from my head as I held Judy.  She looked delicious in her work
clothes, and I didn't get to take her out of them too often.  As we kissed
I was starting to think that maybe I was going to get my chance tonight. 
Andrea wasn't home and we had the place to ourselves, at least for a couple
of hours.

   I leaned back as I held her and started to unbutton her blouse.

   "Oh no you don't," she murmured.

   "Why not?"

   "Tonight's girl's night out." She said this with that long suffering
patient voice that all women seem to develop towards their husbands.  She
went out with a bunch of her friends once a month or so, and apparently it
was tonight.  "I told you about it last week."

   "Mmm," I said, nuzzling her neck.  "Sure you won't change your mind?"

   "Not this time, tiger.  But hold on to those thoughts until I get home.
I only stopped by `cause it's on the way and to bring you a kiss."

   Judy delivered her kiss, and my head swam.  "And to remind you that
Andrea's going to the movie tonight.  You didn't forget, did you?"

   "Of course not!  She's already come and gone.  `Night to Remember,' with
Mandy Moore, right?"

   "Right." She said this with a curious mixture of disbelief and
confirmation.  "But now I'm late and I have to get going.  Looks like you
get the house all to yourself for a change.  Hope you enjoy it!" Judy
pushed my hand away, buttoned her blouse, gave me a quick peck on the lips
and left.

   I don't know why my wife thought I'd look forward to an evening alone.
Fact is, I love both of the girls in my life, and I'm happiest when they're
around.  I opened a can of beef stew for dinner and settled into the living
room to try and watch some TV.  I tried not to think about my daughter's
garterbelt.

   But it was difficult.  I found myself wondering if my daughter had some
kind of secret sex life going on.  What was she doing with that stuff
anyhow?  Where did she get it?  I realized with a start that my dick was
starting to get hard as I pondered my daughter's garterbelt.  Now I'm a leg
guy from way back, and nothing can get me going faster than a pair of
shapely legs in shiny nylon, even if it's only in my imagination.  But I
felt more than a little guilty this time, because I was imagining my
daughter's legs.

   Why on earth would she take stockings with her when she was going to the
movies dressed in jeans?  If she just liked to dress up and imagine her
future sex life, why would she take them with her to the movies?  I tried
to ignore the image of Andrea in stockings, but I couldn't do it.  What
could she be doing?  In the end I convinced myself that it was my fatherly
duty to try and figure out what was going on.  For her own protection.

   I got on my computer and looked up the local movie times to find out
where the movies was showing.  If it was nearby, then I probably had a good
chance of catching them there.  I found that it was playing at a movieplex
about a mile away.  That had to be the one they were going to.  The movie
was going to be over in just a little bit.

   I got into my car and drove to the movie theatre, which was built into
the corner of the parking lot of a large shopping mall.  I drove around
until I found a parking spot where I could see the front door of the
theatre as the people came out, but wasn't too visible.  If I was going to
play detective and follow my little girl around, it wouldn't do to have her
spot me.

   I didn't have long to wait.  A couple of minutes after the movie ended a
gush of people came out of the theatre.  I almost didn't see them, and a
kind of shock went through me when I realized that I'd spotted my daughter.
Andrea and Keith came out, giggling and with their arms wrapped around each
other.  But I'd never seen Andrea like this before.

   My daughter was wearing the dark nylon stockings from her drawer and a
pair of black high heeled sandals that just screamed "fuck me." She had on
a short skirt that hugged her girlish hips but flowed looser as it went
down her legs.  Her sexy blouse was unbuttoned enough to see her cleavage,
and her tits were obviously unencumbered with a bra.  I noticed a little
stirring in my cock as I watched this vivacious girl bounce and giggle down
the sidewalk.  I wished that I was a teenager again with a girl like that
on my arm.

   I was in stunned.  Where was my little girl?  What had happened to my
blue-jeaned daughter who didn't care about how she looked?  Who was this
effervescent fox who was attracting the eye of every guy outside the
theatre?  Most of all, why had she kept this part of her life a secret?  I
made my mind up right then to follow her.  As every parent knows, if your
child has something she doesn't want you to know about, than that's the one
thing you need to know about.  And there was obviously some secret-keeping
going on.

   Andrea and Keith got into his car and started to drive home.  I started
my car and followed them as they drove through the mall parking lot.  But
at the bottom of the hill they turned left instead of right and drove to
Montbello City Park.  It's is a pretty large grassy park with curvy roads,
lots of trees and secluded places to pull over and neck, so it was pretty
popular with the teenage crowd.  I'd even taken Judy there a few times.

   There weren't many cars there, and I kept quite a ways back so that they
wouldn't see me as I followed them down the winding road.  Keith parked the
car under some trees at a sheltered curve in the street and turned it off.
I figured that they were going to do some necking, and I parked where I was
and turned my car off too.

   From my position I could see the passenger window pretty clearly, and I
watched as Andrea leaned over and started kissing Keith.  They were
obviously practiced, and I was about to fire up my car and go home.  I
didn't know what I was going to do about Andrea.  Maybe even nothing.  My
daughter obviously just liked to dress up sexy for her dates and for some
reason didn't want her mother and me to know about it.  I figured that I'd
better get home before she did so that I wouldn't have to come up with an
explanation about where I'd been if Andrea got home before me.

   I was actually reaching for the key when Andrea's head disappeared down
into Keith's lap.  I couldn't believe it.  I sat there stunned, hoping that
her head would reappear.  This couldn't be.  Not my little girl.  When her
head came back up I relaxed a little, but my relief was very short lived. I
watched as the top of her head began bobbing up and down.  Obviously my
daughter was giving her boyfriend a blowjob.

   Keith's head dropped back and he closed his eyes in ecstasy.  I was
filled with an immediate rage that this asshole was getting a blowjob from
my little girl.  As I sat there trying to decide whether or not to go over
and yank him from the car and pound his face in I suddenly realized that
another emotion was burbling up from my subconscious.  I was jealous.  Now
where did that thought come from?  I'd never had those kind of thoughts
about my little girl before, but I was sure having them now.  I felt guilty
and aroused all at the same time.

   As I sat there and watched a thousand emotions went through me before
one surfaced and took hold.  And I finally had to admit it to myself.  I
wanted to see.  There's no excuse.  It was just plain lust on my part. 
There was a gorgeous little girl with long legs in dark stockings and a
fuck-me outfit giving a blowjob to some lucky guy just a little ways from
me, and I wanted a better look.  Even if it was my daughter.

   I got out of my car, not shutting the door so that I wouldn't make any
noise.  Keeping some of the trees between me and Keith's car, I approached
the lovers as quietly as I could.  When I go to the tree nearest them, I
peered around.  I was in for an even bigger erotic shock than I'd imagined.
While I'd been out of sight Andrea had gotten up on her knees on the
passenger seat, and her head was still bobbing up and down on Keith's dick.
I watched as his hand wandered familiarly over my daughter's ass, and then
began to lift her skirt out of the way.  I wasn't surprised to see the
garterbelt holding up the dark stockings.  But when I saw that she wasn't
wearing any panties I had to adjust my pants to allow room for growing
dick.

   My daughter's bare buns were plainly visible through the window of the
car as she blew her boyfriend.  Her ass was taut and bouncing against the
glass with the rhythm of her efforts.  I'd never realized just what a
wonderful ass she had.  After all, I'd never seen it in anything but baggy
jeans.  I could see the pale pink rosebud of her asshole, and she spread
her legs a little bit to allow Keith's wandering hand better access to her
pussy.  She was obviously wet, and I thought I could hear her moan when he
rubbed her clit.

   Keith began sliding her cum around her bottom, making it all shiny and
wet.  He fondled her butt, occasionally sliding his hand to her slit to
gather more of her cum.  Once when his hand was out of the way and she
arched her back I thought I caught a glimpse of her pussy.  I couldn't tell
for sure but it looked like maybe it had been shaved.  I guess that I'd
always assumed that she had dark thick hair between her legs that matched
the hair on her head.

   I was debating grabbing my own cock and doing myself in the bushes.  I
hadn't been this aroused in years.  That tight little ass and wet pussy
were every man's wet dream.  My cock was actually aching.  Then Andrea's
bobbing slowed and became more deliberate.  I knew that Keith was about to
cum when his hand froze on her naked butt and he moaned loudly enough that
I could hear it.  His back arched as he thrust himself into my daughter's
mouth.  Andrea didn't withdraw her head.  It dropped down even further into
his lap, and I was sure that she was swallowing his load as he thrust and
spasmed into her.

   They were done, and it was time for me to go if I didn't want to get
caught.  I went back the way I'd come, keeping the trees between me and
Keith's car.  I got back into my car and kind of hunched down just in case
one of them looked my way.  I peered over the top of my dashboard,
watching. After a minute or two the car started up and they began to drive
away.  I started my car and followed them.

   This time they drove to our house.  I parked unseen a few houses down,
curious about what their routine was.  I mean, Andie had never come back
from a date dressed like this before.

   Andrea got out of the car, backpack in hand.  She leaned in the open
door, obviously saying goodbye.  Then she turned to walk up to the house, a
kind of satisfied wiggle in her walk.  Keith started up his car and drove
away.  Andie didn't go to the front door, but walked around to the side of
the house.  There's a large lilac bush there next to a maple tree, and if
she was in the right spot she couldn't be seen from either our windows or
the neighbors.  I figured that she was going to hide there and change back
into her jeans, and I wanted to catch her in the act.  A `Night to
Remember?' I'd give her a night to remember.

   I got out of my car and hurried to surprise her.  When I came up behind
her, Andrea had already removed her high heels.  She held them in one hand
while she rummaged with the other in her backpack, pulling out her jeans.
When I grabbed her arm she was so startled that she almost pulled free. 
Then she saw it was me.

   "Daddy!"

   I didn't answer.  I walked towards the front door, half shoving and half
pulling my daughter along.  She'd always been a little small for her age,
and I had no trouble pushing her around.  "Daddy!  What are you doing! 
Stop it!" Andrea got madder as we went along, but she had no idea how much
I knew about her activities or she would have been more frightened and less
angry.

   When I got her inside I let her jerk away from me.  She dropped her
backpack on the floor, but she still held her black high heels in her hand.
Andie knew she was in trouble.  She just didn't know how big it was.  She
looked so fetching as she waited for my inquisition that I almost decided
to just let it go.  But no parent worth his salt backs away from a
confrontation just because it's going to be uncomfortable.  I folded my
arms as I stood in front of my daughter, using my `mad daddy' pose.

   "Well?"

   "Well, what?" Andie used her free hand to push her hair back behind her
ear.  "I was just changing my clothes.  Is that a crime?"

   "Don't take that tone with me, young lady." I tried my best to sound
firm and in control.  Deliberate, not angry.  "I'm a lot less concerned
about your clothing than I am about the other stuff."

   That got her.  A flicker of fear flashed over her face.  Since she
didn't know just what I knew, she took refuge in silence, waiting for me to
show my hand.  I spoke slowly, trying to sound calm and stern.

   "Since your mother is out, and you were gone, I decided to take a
drive." No point in telling her how I really found her.  Parents get to
keep secrets too, you know.  "I was going through the park, and I spotted
what I thought might be Keith's car.  When I got near enough to it, I saw
my daughter's bare ass hanging out the window as she had sex in a car with
a boy."

   Andrea's face colored as I spoke, and she turned redder and redder as I
went on, obviously embarrassed beyond belief.  She was more humiliated than
I'd ever seen anybody.  I suspected that it was every girl's nightmare to
have her dad seeing her have sex.  Her eyes couldn't meet mine, and she
took a sudden interest in staring at the floor.

   "What I want to know is this - do you always have sex with your dates,
or was this your first time?"

   "Daddy!" A tiny flash of anger at my misunderstanding.  But she still
refused to look up as she went on in a quiet voice, "I don't have sex with
them.  I've never had sex with them.  You just wouldn't understand."

   "Try me."

   She gathered her thoughts for a minute, still blushing furiously.  No
girl wants to have a conversation like this with her dad.  Andie spoke
softly, ashamed and still so embarrassed that I could watch as waves of red
washed over her.  The flush spread from her face down between her tits, and
I briefly wondered just how far it would go.  She still couldn't bring
herself to look at me, and she almost whispered her answer.  "The boys in
school just expect it.  If you want to have any dates at all then you have
to do it.  If you don't, then everybody ignores you.  You don't get to go
out, you don't have any friends.  It doesn't mean anything."

   "So you just have sex with every boy who asks you out?"

   "No, Daddy.  I've never had sex with any of them.  I mean, some of the
girls do, but you can get by with a blowjob for most of the boys.  It's
just something you just have to do."

   "So you've never had sex with any of them?  You understand that any
girl's daddy would find that a little hard to believe after he's seen what
I've seen."

   Still humiliated and unable to look me in the eye, Andie went on in a
monotone that clearly indicated that this was common knowledge and that she
shouldn't have to be explaining it to me.  "Well, it's true.  They're just
boys, Daddy.  All they care about is getting off.  They don't care about
the girls at all.  As long as they can get a blowjob, that's all that
matters to them."

   I was contemplating what to say next when I suddenly remembered the
flash of her pussy that I'd seen through the car window.  I said, "Lift up
your skirt," gesturing at it with my hand.

   "What?"

   "You heard me.  Lift up your skirt."

   "No, Daddy!"

   "I want to know if I saw what I thought I saw.  You don't want me any
angrier than I am now." I let a little anger show, and I made my voice more
demanding and louder, speaking one word at a time.  "Lift.  Up.  Your. 
Skirt."

   Ashamed, Andrea's eyes took on a distant focus as she turned her head
away and stared at the wall over her shoulder.  She still held her high
heels in her left hand, and she had to use her right to obey me.  Her
delicate fingers dropped to the hem of her skirt and she lifted it slowly,
revealing herself to me.  Her hand held her skirt up, her pussy just
visible below her fingers.  The stockings ended below her crotch, and the
contrast between the dark hose and her creamy thighs was surely the most
erotic thing I'd ever seen.

   My earlier glimpse of her pussy was confirmed - her slit was completely
shaved.  Not a hair on it.  I couldn't help but think that there hadn't
been any more hair on her the last time I saw between her legs, which must
have been about the time she learned to dress herself.  Since I'd had a
peek in the park I wasn't too shocked at the sight of her hairless slit. 
What did surprise me was that Andrea had the tiniest pussy I've ever seen.
It didn't look like it belonged to a full grown woman at all.  She was
still slick with her own cum, the tiny lips of her tiny pussy were barely
visible under her bald pudendum.  God, she looked sexy!

   As I said, I've always been a leg man, and the sight of her standing
there in those dark stockings and garterbelt was almost more than I could
bear.  Her delicate hand poised over her bare pussy, her shoeless feet in
those sheer stockings, those beautiful legs, and her high heels dangling
from her fingers.  She looked helpless and tiny and sexy all a once.  A
little girl on the cusp of becoming a woman.  I wished that my dick was big
enough to touch every part of her all at once and to drown those gorgeous
legs in cum.

   Finally I was able to control my reverie.  I said, "You can put it
down." Still unable to look at me and still blushing with embarrassment,
Andrea let her hem drop.

   "You mean to tell me that you did that to yourself, but you haven't
actually used it?"

   "I just like the way it feels, Daddy." She still whispered, embarrassed
but sincere.  "I've never let a boy do anything but touch me there, and
they're so inexperienced that it never does anything for me.  I'd never do
that for a boy.  I just did it for me."

   Like I said, Andrea never lies to me.  She may have been sneaking out
and giving blowjobs, but she had never told me that she wasn't.  She was
telling me that she was still a virgin, and I had to believe her.  Should I
punish her?  Or would that just make thing worse?  I knew that I couldn't
keep this from her mother, but that didn't help me decide what to do right
this minute.

   I shook my head and said, almost to myself, "I don't know what I'm going
to do with you."

   If possible, Andie started blushing even harder.  She bent at the knees
so that she could put her shoes down on the floor.  She stood back up
straight and took a sudden interest in the bottom button of her blouse,
toying with it with both hands.  She couldn't look at me as she mumbled
something under her breath that I didn't quite catch.

   "What did you say?"

   Still blushing and staring at her button, Andrea said softly, "You could
make me give you a blowjob."

   I can't begin to describe my shock.  I won't say that the picture of her
lips around my dick didn't pop into my head, but I was determined to not
get flustered by my daughter's sexuality.  "I was thinking more along the
lines of how long to ground you.  You know, I'm not one of your teenage
boyfriends.  You can't get me on your side by offering me sex."

   "I just thought.........  Well, you know you want me to." Andie gestured
towards my crotch.  I glanced down and was kind of surprised to see that my
dick was so swollen that it was clearly visible through my pants.  I
suddenly realized that it had been hard and straining since I'd brought her
in.  God, it was no wonder that she thought I wanted her.  Part of me did.

   "Never mind that." I wasn't going to allow this conversation to be
sidetracked by my dick.  "It's just that you're my little girl, and I want
the best for you.  I don't think you're going to get what you want by
behaving this way."

   Andrea padded over to me in her stockings.  She reached up and put her
arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder while she hugged me
close.  "I know you just want what's best for me, Daddy.  But I've never
had sex with any of them.  They're just too immature.  I mean they've
tried, but I've always wanted something else." I relaxed a little.  She was
right.  She was still my little girl, and I did just want what was best for
her, my own lust notwithstanding.  She was going to get laid someday,
right? I suddenly realized that she was holding me closely enough that she
could feel my dick straining against her belly.  I pulled my hips back a
little bit and looked down at her.

   "Well, I guess I've always know that it would happen sooner or later.  I
was just shocked.  Daddys don't like to think about their daughters having
sex.  What you were doing was just normal, even if I don't like to think
about it.  Besides, I guess a girl's first time should be in the backseat
of a car with a boy she thinks she's in love with.

   Andrea leaned back, her arms still around my neck.  I could feel her
trembling as if she was afraid.  She looked me in the eye for the first
time since I'd caught her, searching for something.  She must have found
what she was looking for, because I could sense her resolve harden.  She
was still blushing furiously when she spoke softly, but there was no
mistaking what she said this time.  "But I've always had this dream that
you'd be my first time."

   I felt my eyes widen and my dick harden.  My little girl was serious -
she wanted me to have sex with her.  She'd wanted it for a long time.  Not
just a blowjob to buy me off, but sex.  Suddenly the things she'd been
saying tonight made more sense.  She'd wanted somebody more mature, the
high school boys didn't know how to treat a girl, boys just wanted to get
off.  She'd been leading up to this all along, and I hadn't caught on.  I
was like a deer in the headlights, transfixed by what was rushing at me.  I
couldn't speak, I couldn't move.  I just stared back into her dark eyes, a
new understanding of my daughter emerging.

   "See, Daddy?" Still staring into my eyes, Andrea reached for my hand. 
She took it in hers and lifted her skirt out of the way.  She spread her
legs a little so that she could place my palm on her slippery bald pussy.
She held my hand against her as she wiggled her hips so that my unmoving
hand caressed her puffy lips.  She closed her eyes and moaned a little as
she shuddered from the pleasure of my palm cupping her tiny slit.

   "See how wet I am?" she whispered.  "Doesn't that give you a clue?  I've
wanted you so bad for so long.  And now I know that you want me too.  You
might not have realized it in your head, but your dick isn't lying to us.
And neither's my pussy."

   Andrea opened her eyes so that she could look into mine.  "Fuck me,
Daddy.  I know you want to.  Please?"

   I guess that I didn't object quite quickly enough, because Andrea jumped
on my few seconds of stunned silence as if it was approval.  She took my
cummy hand in both of hers and began walking backwards, pulling me along.
Her words came quickly, falling over each other in her rush to get them
out.

   "Come on Daddy.  It'll be great.  I've dreamed of this for so long.  I
won't tell Mom.  I promise.  I won't tell anybody.  It'll just be our
secret.  You want to.  I know you do.  You can have me whenever you want
me."

   Andrea continued her litany of pleadings as she backed up the stairs. 
Stunned, I found myself following along, allowing myself to be pulled after
her.  There was no doubt in my mind that she was the sexiest thing I'd ever
seen, and she was begging me, her own father, to fuck her.  "I'll be your
little girl.  It's what every girl wants.  I promise I won't tell Mom.  I
promise, I promise, I promise.  You'll have two pussies in the house.  I
know you want to.  Every man wants a teenage girl, and I'm yours.  I'm
yours Daddy.  Please, Daddy?"

   She stopped talking when she got us into her room.  She backed up, still
drawing me along, and fell on the bed, pulling me down on top of her. 
Somehow she managed to get her stockinged legs wrapped around me, and I
could feel her heels hook around my back as she began grinding her pussy
against my bulge.  Andie immediately began gasping for air, and I realized
that she was close to cumming.  She'd worked herself into such a state that
her pussy wasn't going to wait for a fucking.

   Andrea buried her head in my shoulder and began whispering
"Oh-daddy-oh-daddy-oh-daddy" over and over as she dry humped me and neared
her orgasm.  She pushed her hand down between her legs and began rubbing
herself through her skirt as she fucked my dick through our clothes. 
Suddenly she gasped and caught her breath.  My daughter wrapped her arms
around my neck and held on for dear life as the orgasm she'd been waiting
for finally arrived.  Her legs squeezed me tightly as she thrust herself
against me in time to the contractions which were wracking her body.  Over
and over my daughter came in my arms.  If there's anything that's as
thrilling as holding your cumming daughter, I don't know what it could be.

   When she finally was able to relax, she squirmed herself into a more
comfortable position.  She to put her head back so that she could look me
in the eye.  I saw many things there.  Lust.  Satisfaction.  Chagrin. 
Desire.  Love.  There was a little ghost of a smile on her lips, and there
was no need to speak.  We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew that
we wanted it right now.

   Andrea slid down to the end of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge
and began to undress.  I stood up at the foot of the bed and began to take
off my clothes as fast as I could.  We watched each other rip our clothes
off in anticipation that could not be denied.  In a moment I was naked, my
bare dick as swollen and red as I'd seen it in years.  Meanwhile Andrea had
practically ripped of her shirt and then slid off her little skirt, letting
it drop in a puddle between my feet.  As I said before, I'm a leg man, and
the sight of my little girl laying there in nothing but her stockings and
garterbelt was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

   I got on my knees on the floor between her legs and wished again that my
dick was big enough to drown them in cum.  I caressed them, running my hand
slowly up and down the sexy stockings and briefly touching the soaking wet
place between her legs.  Finally I took hold of the soles of her tiny
stockinged feet, one in each hand.  I pushed her legs back and she fell
onto the bed, bending her legs at the knees so that she was in the
missionary position.  Her bare slit and tiny ass were hanging just over the
foot of her bed.

   I gazed at her bald cunt for a minute, entranced by the sight of it.  I
was right - Andie had the tiniest pussy I'd ever seen.  It was wet and
pink, and I could easily see her tiny inner lips puffing out in
anticipation.  I even fancied that I could see it tremble with desire for
her daddy was about to do.  I couldn't even imagine trying to fit myself
into it.  Andrea was gasping above me, working herself up towards another
orgasm before I'd even touched her.

   I lowered my face to her dripping pussy as I held her tiny feet in my
hands.  Andrea moaned as my tongue slathered her cum all over her slippery
slit.  I wanted to show her that her faith in her father as a lover wasn't
misplaced, but I didn't think I was going to get much of a chance.  She was
so close to cumming again that I wasn't going to have time for any fancy
loving.

   After washing her pussy all over with my tongue for a minute, I began
giving her long strokes, sliding from her tiny asshole to her tiny slit to
her tiny clit.  Over and over.  Slowly at first, but then going a little
faster and harder as Andie neared another orgasm.  At the top of each
stroke when my tongue brushed her swollen clit she'd gasp out loud, and I
knew that she was almost there when the gasping turned into panting and the
panting turned into whimpering.

   "Oh-daddy-oh-daddy-oh-daddy................" Andrea clasped her legs
around my face and ground her pussy into my mouth as she came.  She reached
down between her legs and grabbed my hair, pulling my face even harder
against her cumming slit.  I kept up a gentle sucking, flicking her clit
with my tongue in time to the waves of pleasure that were going through
her. Between waves I inserted my tongue into her tiny hole, drinking the
cum that drooled from her like parched man in the desert.  I was amazed at
how good she tasted.  I'd always thought that that junk about younger pussy
tasting sweeter was just urban myth, but now I wasn't so sure.

   Finally her spasms settled, and she relaxed the hold her thighs had on
the sides of my head.  She cupped my face in her hand, and I gave her
little palm a cummy wet kiss.

   "Oh, Daddy."

   I stood up between her spread legs, and Andrea started to scoot back in
the bed.  "Wait a minute, Daddy.  I want to watch you put it in me."

   Andie slid up until the back of her head was propped up on her pillows
and she could look down between her legs.  She spread them wide so that I
could crawl up between them, my dick only inches from her young cherry
pussy.  The picture of my sexy young daughter with her young legs spread
wide and wearing nothing but her garterbelt and stockings is one that I'll
take to my grave.

   "Oh God, Daddy!  I can hardly stand it!"

   I took one of her ankles in each hand and pushed them back towards her
head.  Her ass lifted from the bed and her tiny slit grazed the bottom of
my rod.  She whimpered as a dick touched her slit for the first time.

   "Oh God, Daddy!" We both looked as I lined up the tip of my dick with
her little hole.  I gave a tentative little push and felt her pussy squeeze
the top of my rod.  When I made love to her mother I always just slid right
in.  She'd never been this tight, even before she'd had Andrea.  But there
was no way that this was going to be that easy.  Her pussy was just too
tiny.

   As I held her there by her ankles, my dick pressing lightly into her
hole, Andie began gasping for air and making that whimpering sound that I
was learning meant that she was getting ready to cum.

   "Oh-daddy-oh-daddy-oh-daddy," she panted as the waves approached.

   I began to push myself inside my daughter.  It was the slowest entry I'd
ever made into a girl, never mind a girl who was so excited that she was
cumming almost constantly and dripping her nectar all over.  Andrea's eyes
never left my dick as she watched her pussy reluctantly spread just wide
enough to let me in.  She moaned and squirmed, urging the penetration as
best she could while flat on her back.

   I have never in all my life felt a pussy like this one.  It gripped
every centimeter of my dick, and I realized that I'd never been touched
like this before.  There was always a little room in my wife's mouth, and
even in a pussy you're not being touched everywhere all the time.  And I
love fucking my wife's asshole, but it's more of a ring gripping me than
anything else.  Even a handjob wasn't as all encompassing as this.  I
watched as I held her ankles apart and slowly worked into her, my dick
being pressed on all sides by warm wet pussy.  Andie wiggled her pussy,
trying to help me fit it into her.  It was incredible.

   Andrea's gasping suddenly got deeper as she tried to catch enough air to
get her through her orgasm.  A high sustained whimper escaped her lips and
she began to cum again.  Suddenly I slipped all of the way in, my dick
actually touching the bottom of her pussy and unable to penetrate any
further.  I'd never been that far inside a woman before.  I couldn't help
it, and I began to cum too.

   We both watched our squirming union as Andrea impaled herself on me and
I held myself inside her.  The first jet of hot cum surged out of me and
into my hungry daughter.  She was so tight that there was no room inside
her for my sperm, and it squirted out of her pussy.  We watched as it
seeped out of her and slid down between the cheeks of her ass.  The next
spurt did the same, and the one after that, and the one after that.  The
cum was spilling out of Andrea just as fast as I was squirting into her.  I
strained to throw my fuck into her, not even able to slide in and out
because the feelings were just too intense.

   Finally I had shot almost all I had into her.  The last few squirts were
coming out, and I was able to draw myself out and then thrust myself back
in for each one of them.  I slammed into her hard, feeling the bottom of
her insides as her pussy gripped me and milked me of the rest of my cum. 
My back started throbbing from trying to hurl myself into my little girl,
and she took every stroke with a little gasp of pleasure and a wiggle of
her little ass.

   Exhausted, I let go of my baby's tiny feet, and she immediately wrapped
her stockinged legs around me as she was able to relax her ass back down
into the bed.  Still inside her, I settled onto my daughter, and she held
me close as we both waited for our breathing to return to normal.  I could
feel those marvelous stockings on my legs as she wrapped them around me,
and I was in heaven.

   Finally we could both breathe again, and Andrea took my face in her
hands.  She turned me so that we were facing each other, and she slowly
brought her lips to mine and gave me a long, wet kiss.  When we came up for
air, Andie looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you Daddy."



   Next: Part II Dad finds different ways of exploring his daughter's
nubile body


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