My Daughter’s School Uniform

Literotic asexstories – My Daughter’s School Uniform by chris99999,chris99999 School uniforms are a turn on for a lot of men, as they are for me. And that’s the premise of this story. I hope you enjoy it.

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When I saw her I did a double take. I was then instantly transported back in time to my youth. Helen, like always, looked gorgeous, good enough to eat. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

“Daddy, why are you staring at me?”

It was a couple of seconds before I answered her, but despite being caught off guard, I was composed enough to calmly answer her with, “I am allowed to look at my clever Daughter for as long as I want to.”

That got me a smile from her that was so radiant, that it lit up the room.

Of course, it wasn’t Helen standing in front of me. How could it be? I haven’t seen her for over thirty years. And in the very unlikely scenario of her being here, she definitely wouldn’t be wearing a school uniform!

She only stayed with me for a short time, and that was a relief because of the way that she’d made me feel. I was confused, not understanding what had just happened. She’d excited me in ways that a Daughter shouldn’t. I see her every day, and that has never happened before, so why now?

I have an important job, so important, that I have my own office. I like that, it makes me feel special, and it also means that I can work without being disturbed. But today I wasn’t getting much work done. I was deep in thought, and it was nothing to do with the management report that had to be completed by the end of the week, that I was struggling with. I was thinking about Ella, my Daughter.

She had a passing resemblance to Helen, my first serious girlfriend from all those years ago, but that in itself couldn’t explain the effect that she’d had on me this morning. It took me until midday before I’d managed to figure it out. I now knew the reason for my strong emotions, and it should have been obvious to me. It was her school uniform, that was almost identical to the one that Helen used to wear. While she’d been wearing it I’d had my first sexual experiences. So, seeing my Daughter dressed as Helen had been on those occasions, hadn’t just brought back wonderful memories, it had also excited me. That was understandable, but worryingly, I’d found myself wanting to do with Ella all the sexual things that I’d done with Helen. And that had shocked me.

We were both eighteen when we dated, the same age as Ella is now. She was a woman but I was still a child. Her, a beauty, full of confidence, and me, a spotty teenager that wouldn’t say boo to a goose. She was popular. Boys wanted to go out with her and girls wanted to be her. I was crazy about her, imagining that one day Helen would be my girlfriend, but knowing that it would never happen. However, she must have seen something in me, some quality that I wasn’t aware of, because it was her that asked me out!

School had ended, and I was at my locker. She was near to me, getting something out of hers. When I looked at her she smiled.

“If you want to you can walk me home.”

She’d surprised me, and that was probably why I’d been able to say yes, and then speak to her without being nervous.

That was the start of it. We went from holding hands and kissing, to more than that within a week. Even after all these years, I can still remember how good it was when she let me touch her breasts for the first time. They weren’t massive, average at best, but to me, a shy virgin, they were mountains. And when she unbuttoned her blouse so that I could get my hand inside it, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

But that was nothing compared to how it was when she took her panties off for me!

It was when we were in her bedroom and her parents were out. She was still in her school uniform. We were kissing and my hands were all over her tits. When one of my hands went between her legs, I was expecting her to do what she always did. Close them. However, this time was different. They didn’t instantly snap shut, trapping my hand, instead they stayed open.

I’d managed to get to her panties, but now that I had, I had no idea what I should be doing. But she did.

“Rub my clit.”

“What’s that?”

My ignorance made her chuckle.

“It’s a little lump. I’ll tell you when you’ve found it.”

I was a blind man stumbling about in unfamiliar surroundings. Every part of her pussy that I touched was exciting me, making my cock so hard that it was aching. Unfortunately though, it wasn’t doing a lot for her. Then she moaned.

“That’s it!”

It was such a small thing. I was amazed at how much pleasure she was getting from it. Just rubbing it through her panties, with a single finger, was enough to make her go wild. When she suddenly grabbed my hand, I thought that I’d done something wrong.

“Stop. I need to take my panties off.”

I watched her while she did it, but I still couldn’t believe it. But it had actually happened. This was definitely my lucky day. As my hand went back under her school skirt, she gave me some instructions.

“Finger me, and rub my clit as well.”

And then, because she was worried that I might be overambitious, she said more.

“Only put two fingers into my little pussy.”

I was smiling when I pushed them into her. She was so wet, and so hot. When they were deep in her she purred with pleasure.

“Fuck me with them.”

With more guidance from her, and a large helping of beginner’s luck, I eventually managed to make her climax. But what about me? I did get one. It was powerful and intense, up there with my best ones ever, but unfortunately, it was a lot earlier than hers, and before I’d been able to get my cock out of my trousers!

When I got home Ella was still in her school uniform. That made me feel uncomfortable, but not as much as seeing her in it for the first time had.

“How was your new school?”

While she told me, in great detail, I listened attentively. But I was also taking a good look at her.

In my opinion, her blouse was a size too small, because her ample breasts were straining against it. And her skirt was way too short. In my day, they had to be below the knee. Hers was several inches above it. There was no denying that she looked good in it, but was it what she should be wearing to school? I was going to talk to her Mother about it.

I did, later that day, when we were in bed together. But I didn’t get the response that I’d been hoping for.

“There’s nothing wrong with her uniform.”

“Her blouse is too tight and her skirt is a mini.”

“You haven’t seen what some of the other girls wear. Trust me, compared to them she’s overdressed.”

That hadn’t convinced me, and she could see that, so she said more.

“When I dropped her off this morning I had to go into the school with her to give them the documents that they’d asked for. So I saw a lot of the girls. Blouses aren’t just tight, some are showing a lot of cleavage because their top buttons are undone. And as for skirt length, I didn’t see many that were longer than Ella’s. One that I saw, could only have been at the most, a couple of inches below her panties.”

I gave a deep sigh, and then I said, “It wasn’t like that when we were at school.”

“Richard, times have changed. It’s different now.”

Of course, she was right. However, had they changed for the better? Perhaps I’m just a grouch, but in my opinion, for a lot of things the answer has to be a no.

She had no problem getting to sleep, but I did. That was because I had a lot on my mind, and all of it was to do with my Daughter. It was her school uniform, and the effect it was having on me. That was ridiculous. I should, aged fifty two, have control of my emotions. However, that was easier said than done. So what could I do about it? If she was to return to her previous school, that didn’t have a uniform, I was convinced that it would be over. How though, was I going to be able to get Mary to agree to it? Telling her that seeing Ella in her school uniform was sexually arousing me, was a recipe for disaster. I could imagine her response to hearing that. She would be horrified.

“So what you are saying is that you want to fuck your Daughter?”

The next day I was in a better frame of mind, convinced that I was making a mountain out of a molehill. In a few days, seeing her in her school uniform wouldn’t excite me in any way because by then I’d be used to it.

But I was wrong!

Two weeks have now passed, and it wasn’t getting better, it was actually getting worse. And it seemed to me that Ella was wearing her school uniform at home more than she should. Quite often, when she returned home, she wouldn’t change out of it straight away. And on one occasion she’d even worn it all evening. Only taking it off when she went to bed.

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I noticed it straight away, and she could tell that I had.

“I did it myself. Do you like it?”

She’d shortened her skirt, not by an inch or two, but to its absolute limit. I was appalled and excited in equal measures. It left little to the imagination. Her slender legs, and womanly thighs, were there for all to see. I was finding it difficult to take my eyes off them.

“I’m waiting for you to say something.”

I looked up, she was grinning, and there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. That sent even more blood into my cock. I needed to end this, and quickly, before it got out of hand.

“You’re so talented, your Mother couldn’t have done a better job of it. Now shouldn’t you be leaving for school?”

“But do you like it?”

I did, as would all red-blooded males. However, because she was my Daughter, I was going to have to disapprove of it.

“Yes, but isn’t it too short?”

That made her laugh, and it wasn’t because I’d said something funny, it was because, as far as she was concerned, I’d said something that was stupid. Then, when she’d finished laughing, she did something that left me speechless. With her hands by her side, holding the hem of her skirt, she slowly raised them!

I watched, open mouthed, as her skirt inched upwards. At first, more thigh was displayed. Then I got a glimpse of her panties. That made me gasp. She only stopped when her skirt was around her waist. That’s when she spoke again.

“Daddy, you’re so old fashioned. At my new school this is what we mean by too short. Anything less than that is OK.”

Her skirt had gone up slowly, almost in slow motion, but when she let go of it, it dropped like a stone. It was the curtains coming down at the end of a show. A show that deserved a five star rating.

I was ahead with my work, which was just as well, because for the last two hours I haven’t done anything. Anybody coming into my office would instantly see that I was deep in thought, and assume it was to do with my current project. However, they’d be wrong. The only thing I could think about was my time with Ella this morning. It had been strange, almost surreal. And worryingly, highly erotic.

It had been a lot more than a quick look at her panties. She’d held her skirt up long enough for me to have a good look at them. And because I was sitting down, and she was standing in front of me with her legs wider apart than they really needed to be, I’d seen everything.

The panties that Helen wore with her school uniform were functional rather than sexy. Loose fitting, a lot like men’s boxers, and they were always dark blue. However, because of what they were covering, just seeing her in them was enough to make me hard.

Ella’s were different, as different as they could be. They were white, with a little pink bow. Describing them as small wouldn’t do them justice. They were stretched tight over her pussy, creating a nice bulge. I could see all the contours of it. All the lumps and bumps of her most private place. I’d only had a few seconds, but it had been long enough for me to take it all in.

Especially that little damp patch at her opening!

After lunch it was better, and for a couple of hours, even though my heart wasn’t in it, I still managed to do some good work. However, at four o’clock I called it a day.

Because I was home early, I did the cooking. We all ate together. Ella was still in her school uniform. That was a distraction that I could have done without. I couldn’t resist the occasional furtive look at her skirt, and each time wishing that I could see those white panties again. However, I doubted that I ever would. It must have been a one-off moment of madness from her that had only happened because of her excitement at starting a new school. What else could it be? And because she was so innocent, she wouldn’t have realised how it had made me feel.

We were in bed at nine, and both of us were reading. Her, something on her phone, and me, a paperback. But I couldn’t concentrate on it. I couldn’t get that damned skirt out of my mind. It might help if I could talk about it.

“Have you seen what Ella has done to her school skirt?”

Without looking up from her phone, I got a yes from her.

“And you don’t have a problem with it?”

That got a sigh from her, and then she put her phone down.

“She’s only doing what all the girls do at her age. They wear clothes that show off their tits and legs. It’s what I did. It’s completely normal.”

I could understand that. But weren’t there limits to it? Wasn’t there such a thing as a top that was too revealing, or a skirt that was too short? Apparently not.

“I don’t like it, it’s too easy for a boy to …”

She finished it off for me.

“Put their hand up her skirt.”

“Yes, so finally, you understand my concern.”

“No I don’t. She’s not a child, she is eighteen years old, an adult. If she wants a boy to get into her panties then she’ll let him, even if her skirt is down to her ankles. And a long skirt is never going to be a difficult challenge for an eager teenage boy.”

I thought that was it, but then she said more.

“Did I ever tell you about the first time that I was fingered?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely.”

That would be something that I’d never forget.

“I’d just turned eighteen and I was at a party. You should have seen the dress that I was wearing. I say dress, but really it was a ball gown. It billowed out from my waist, and it was so long, that it was sweeping the floor. But that didn’t stop Tommy Lee from getting to my pussy while I was still wearing it.”

My hand was on her thigh when I said, “Tell me more.”

“He didn’t just put his hand inside it, he lifted it up so that one side of it was resting on his shoulder. That made it easier for him.”

“And was this what he did?”

I’d pushed her panties to the side, and now my fingers were heading towards her clit. She gasped when I found it.

“No. After getting into my panties he pushed two fingers deep into me. It took my breath away. Then he was fucking me with them. There was a lot of slurping and sucking sounds coming from my pussy because it was so wet. I was mortified, that was until he told me that he liked it, and that it excited him.”

I wanted her to say more, to tell me everything that she could remember, but she was now finding it difficult to speak. Her breathing was laboured and she was moaning almost continuously. When she did eventually manage to utter something it wasn’t about her time with Tommy Lee. However, I wasn’t disappointed.

“Fuck me.”

As soon as her panties were off, my cock was in her faster than you can say Jack Robinson!

The expert attention that I’d given her clit with my fingers, had taken her to the edge, so it only took a few strokes to make her topple over. As her orgasm surged through her body, I continued ploughing into her like a man possessed. When I climaxed, hers was ending.

As I was drifting off to sleep I was smiling. What had started off as an awkward conversation about the clothes that my Daughter wears to school, had ended up being an epic fuck.

The next day I was more relaxed. I was able to see Ella in her school uniform and only be mildly stimulated by it. However, I knew that it wasn’t going to last. The sex with Mary had been good, and it had completely satisfied me. That was the reason why I wasn’t lusting after my Daughter. The effect of that was going to quickly wear off, unless we fucked again in the next day or so. That was possible, but unlikely. We’d got into a routine that was almost written in stone, that there’d be at least ten days between our sex sessions.

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“Daddy, I have a question for you. Two or three?”

That meant nothing to me, and she must know that, so I waited patiently for her to say more about her cryptic question. But it soon became apparent that she wasn’t going to do that.

“OK I give in.”

While smiling, she said, “So my clever Daddy couldn’t work it out.”

With more information I might have been able to, but not from the little that she’d said. I was good at solving puzzles, but there was a limit to my ability.

“I’ll give you a clue.”

She then pointed to her blouse. I was still none the wiser. Then I suddenly remembered something that her Mother had said after seeing some of the girls from Ella’s new school. Now that I’d understood what she’d meant I could answer her question.

“Zero!”

That made her giggle.

“You’re so silly. It has to be two or three.”

I shook my head. It wasn’t going to happen, because I wasn’t going to allow it. But I should have known that my headstrong Daughter was going to do it anyway, despite any objections from me.

After quickly unbuttoning two buttons she stopped.

“A lot of girls have the top two buttons of their school blouse undone.”

I was about to say something, to tell her that she didn’t need to be one of them, but before I could, she’d released another one. Now I didn’t want to speak, I just wanted to look at her.

After unbuttoning the third one, with a hand holding each side of her blouse, she’d pulled it open, as far as it would go. She was displaying a lot of cleavage and the tops of her bra cups. It had been a week since I’d had sex. If it had been more recent then I might have been able to tell her to stop, or better still, leave the room. However, with my balls full, I was never going to do either of those two options.

“You should see Alison. Her top three buttons are never fastened. Her massive tits look as if they’re going to spill out. The boys can’t take their eyes off them.”

That might be so, but Ella’s ample breasts were more than enough for me.

“Would four be too much?”

That was a question that she didn’t need to ask, because the answer was obvious. It wouldn’t just be too much, it would be outrageous.

“Daddy, I’ll let you decide.”

From how she’d said it, and the look she’d given me while she was saying it, I knew what was coming next.

While I waited for her to do it, my excitement went up a level. The butterflies that had been in my stomach from when that first button was popped, were now as excited as I was. My cock, that had been stiff for a while, had somehow gained another inch. And why was it suddenly hot in here?

It was just a button, nothing special, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Wishing that she would undo it. I knew that she would, but only after she’d made me wait for a few seconds.

“What do you think?”

I couldn’t speak. My mouth had suddenly gone dry. And my blood pressure must be sky-high. She then did something that I wouldn’t have thought possible, she made it even more erotic!

Unbuttoning the fourth one had exposed even more of her breasts. I could see almost all of her bra, and through it, the outline of her plump nipples. However, that wasn’t enough for her, she had to take it a step further. With her right hand she was caressing her left breast, sensually, like a lover would do. That’s when I suddenly came to my senses.

“I think that you should button up your blouse.”

I then left the room without saying another word.

For the rest of the day we didn’t see each other, and that was for the best. I needed time away from her to come to terms with what had happened, and worryingly, what might have happened if I hadn’t left when I had. The occasion when she’d lifted up her skirt to reveal her panties, shouldn’t have happened. However, I could believe that her motive for doing it was mischief rather than sexual. Done to shock me rather than to excite me. This time it was different. It was definitely a sexual act. Its meaning was clear.

Daddy, I want you to play with my tits.

And she must know, even at her tender age, that it would quickly become much more than that. My fingers would explore her sweet pussy, and it would only end after we’d fucked!

The next day I was up late. Mary had already left for work, but Ella was still at home. When I joined her in the kitchen I was anxious, but just from looking at me you wouldn’t know that because of my calm exterior. Inside though, I was anything but calm.

She greeted me with a nice smile, and I gave her one back. So far so good.

“Daddy sit down at the table. I’m going to make your breakfast.”

By the time it was ready I was more relaxed. And I even managed a wry smile when I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone. It felt like a new start. I was going to banish all the sexual thoughts that I’d been having about her, and hopefully she was going to behave herself.

However, the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry!

For a week, ours didn’t. During that time our relationship was as it should be. We were simply Father and Daughter. Enjoying each other’s company in the way that we should. Nothing more than that. And it might have stayed like that if she’d remembered to lock the bathroom door.

I didn’t need the toilet, I was looking for my electric razor. It had gone missing. When I entered the bathroom what I saw left me dumbfounded. Ella was sitting on the floor, her school skirt around her waist, and her legs closed. Her panties were in one hand and my razor in the other. So it wasn’t Mary that had taken it, it was my Daughter.

I quickly handed her a towel, and after placing it on her lap, she said, “I’m sorry Daddy, I should have asked you if I could use it.”

I could see that she was worried that I might be annoyed with her. I needed to reassure her that I wasn’t.

“You don’t need to. You are my princess, I’ll never say no to you.”

It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Gone was that worried look, replaced by a nice smile.

“Do you really mean that?”

Why would she doubt me? I loved her dearly, and she must know that.

“Just ask, and I shall give it to you. Just ask, and I will do it.”

I’d said it loudly, while waving my hands about in a theatrical manner. As expected, it made her laugh. When she’d finished, her face became serious.

“There is something that you can do for me.”

I was about to do my ‘Just ask’ routine again, when she said more.

“I want you to use the razor on me.”

I looked at her hair, I couldn’t see anything wrong with it. It wasn’t that long since it had been cut professionally. However, if she wanted me to trim it, then I would.

“OK, how much do you want me to take off?”

“All of it.”

I laughed, because of course she was joking. But when, after removing the towel and throwing it onto the floor, she opened her legs, I realised that she wasn’t!

They say that it’s rude to stare, but I couldn’t help it. I’d seen her pussy once before, covered by her panties. This time it was naked. While I was enjoying the view, my heart was going like the clappers, and my senses were heightened. There was also an impressive bulge in my trousers that she couldn’t fail to notice.

“Are we doing it here or in my bedroom?”

That’s when I stopped staring at it.

“I thought you meant the hair on your head.”

That made her chuckle.

“I do love you, but I would never trust you to cut that hair.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it. You’ll have to do it yourself, or ask your Mother to do it.”

“I want you to do it. You said you would.”

But that was when I hadn’t realised that she was talking about her pubic hair. Then I had a sudden thought, and it nearly made me laugh. This was surreal. I was having a conversation with my Daughter while she was sitting on the floor with her pussy exposed. As if that was a normal thing to do.

“The girls at school tease me about it when they see me in the shower after PE classes. They all shave down there. I want to be like them.”

As much as I wanted to do it, I knew that I shouldn’t. It was time to leave before the temptation was too much for me. And I might have done, if it wasn’t for the unhappiness on her face, and the single tear that was on her cheek. If it meant that much to her, then I was going to do it. And of course, I’d convinced myself that nothing inappropriate was going to happen!

We went to her bedroom because it would be more comfortable for her there. She was now

lying on the bed, with a towel underneath her to catch the hair. Her legs were wide apart and her knees high up. The perfect position for what I was about to do, and also the perfect position for what I would be doing if she wasn’t my Daughter. I’d love to bury my head between her thighs. To nibble on her labia and slurp up her womanly juices. And her clit would get the expert attention of my tongue for long as was needed to give her a shuddering climax. But I needed to put all that to one side and concentrate on the job I had to do.

I was surprised at how much self-control I had while I was shaving her. Yes, my cock was still hard, and I did keep gazing longingly at her pussy, but I wasn’t touching her where I shouldn’t.

“I’ve nearly finished, just a few strands of hair left.”

When I moved her labia so that I could get to them she chuckled.

“That tickles.”

So I did it again, and she responded as before. The third time was different. While doing it I’d accidentally brushed my little finger over the edge of her clit. Just briefly, and with not much force, but it was enough to make her moan. Hearing that gave me a sudden surge of excitement. It was decision time. Pretend it hadn’t happened, or go for it?

“That was nice. If you want to you can do it again.”

In an instance, all the consequences of doing it again flashed through my mind. And none of them were good. However, that didn’t deter me from crossing that line!

It was done with love, and with all the experience that I had. It got another moan from her, but this time more soulful and for longer. And that was just the start of it.

It didn’t take me long to find its sweet spot.

“Daddy, that’s making me wet.”

And making me so hard. When I teased her opening with a finger she squirmed with pleasure. Then I pushed it into her young pussy. She was right, it was wet, and so hot. I liked that, but it was its tightness that excited me the most. When I added a second finger she gasped. Was that too much for her?

“Are you OK?”

“Yes, but that’s enough for me. I only have a little pussy.”

I was fifty two years old, an experienced lover, but what happened next still took me by surprise.

“I’m going to come!”

She then did, with a bang rather than a whimper. Just two minutes of rubbing her clit and fingering her, had been enough to make her climax. I would have liked it to last longer, but I wasn’t disappointed because it was now my turn. I wanted a blow job. Then I smiled. No, I wanted to fuck her.

When she saw me unzipping my trousers, her face suddenly changed. She looked horrified.

“Sorry Daddy, I can’t do that. Please don’t make me.”

While hugging her tightly, I said. “It’s OK, I’ll never do anything to you that you don’t want me to.”

I then left her. When I got to my room my cock was almost limp. And I knew that if I was going to masturbate, then it would be challenging to get it hard again, so I didn’t bother. I’d set my heart on my Daughter making me come, so anything other than that would just be a disappointment.

It was an hour later on when I saw her again. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and she looked radiant. That wasn’t surprising, because that’s what a good climax can do to you.

We needed to talk, but before we could, Mary came home. And it was obvious to her as well that Ella looked joyful.

“You look like the cat that got the cream.”

“It’s because Daddy has made me so happy.”

I winced, and then I stared at the floor while I waited for her to drop me in it. I knew that there was no way I’d be able to talk my way out of this. When she was to tell her Mother what it was that I’d done to put her in such a good mood, I’d be a dead man walking.

“He’s going to buy me that top that I want.”

When I looked at her she was smiling. I was as well, but mine was forced. She’d done it deliberately. Her idea of a joke. But I hadn’t found it funny, and the next time that I was alone with her I was going to tell her off. After we’d eaten our evening meal, Mary left us to take a bath.

“What on earth are you playing at?”

Her cheeky grin told me that she knew what I was talking about, and that she wasn’t taking it seriously. That annoyed me.

“I should put you across my knee and smack your bottom.”

“Yes please. But before you do it let me take my panties off.”

I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh.

We then talked about what had happened earlier on. It was an open and frank discussion, and it needed to be. It ended with both of us agreeing that it shouldn’t be repeated.

–

I wasn’t in the best of moods, and I’d been like that for most of the week. Sometimes I’d been so irritable, that Mary had started calling me Mr. Grumpy.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you need to sort yourself out.”

“Sorry, it’s work. I have too much to do. But in a few days I should be OK.”

I got a look from her that said, I’ll believe it when I see it, but thankfully she left it at that. She then turned her attention towards Ella.

While pointing a finger at her, she said, “And you madam, are not much better.”

Since our heart-to-heart talk we’d behaved towards each other as we’d said we would. And without exception. But we had a problem, and it was getting bigger by the day. There was sexual tension between us. We wanted each other, and we were only refraining from acting upon it because that was the right thing to do. That longing to be more than just Father and Daughter was strong. Not being able to do anything about it was the real reason for our sullen behaviour.

–

I’d shouted at her, even though it was just an accident. She’d dropped a plate and it had shattered into a million pieces. It was a cheap plate, easily replaced, but I’d reacted as if it was a precious family heirloom. She’d left the kitchen in tears, and that’s when I realised that I’d acted like an asshole. I knew why I’d done it, it was because of my frustration. But even so, my behaviour towards her was inexcusable.

She ignored the first knock, so I did it again.

“Go away.”

The next one got me, “Go fuck yourself.”

Like all men, I would if I could!

“Please can I come in? I’m sorry, I should never have shouted at you.”

I was about to ask again, when she said yes. I entered her bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat down next to her. With my hand I wiped away the tears from her cheeks. I then held her hand, and that’s when I got a smile from her.

Being so close together was dangerous, we were powder kegs of sexual frustration. All it needed was one spark and they would go off. It was Ella that provided that spark by suddenly kissing me on the lips.

I didn’t hesitate, I kissed her back. Then my tongue was in her mouth. She greedily sucked on it. While I was frantically trying to unbutton her school blouse, her hand was pulling my zip down. Then I remembered what Mary had said before going out. We had plenty of time, so this didn’t need to be a quickie.

“We don’t need to rush, your Mother isn’t going to be home until late”

This was better, more civilised. I was taking my time with those pesky buttons, and she was easing my cock out of my trousers rather than, as before, trying to yank it out.

With my cock out, and her squeezing it, I

popped the last button. That was the difficult part done. Within seconds I’d easily removed her blouse and bra. My Daughter, that sweet little child, was now topless. And her impressive breasts, that I was admiring, were going to give both of us a lot of pleasure.

Her Mother’s tits, understandably because of her age, were past their best. Still nice, but not as firm as they once were. Ella’s however, were perfect. I couldn’t believe my luck. A man my age getting the opportunity to enjoy breasts like these.

Every time I sucked on her plump nipple, it got a moan from her. Tweaking the other one didn’t get any sound, but it always showed on her face. An expression that was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. And while I was doing all of that, she was slowly stroking my cock. It felt wonderful. I wanted this, exactly as it was, to go on forever. That was until she spoke!

“Finger me, no, lick me instead.”

Suddenly, her tits didn’t seem that important because there was a bigger prize to be had. Her sweet pussy.

In my enthusiasm to get her panties off, I ripped them. That made her giggle. Her short skirt wouldn’t get in the way so it was staying on. Taking it off would waste valuable seconds.

My head was now between her slender thighs, enjoying her juicy pussy with my mouth and tongue. I was relishing its pungent aroma and sharp taste. And she was enjoying the attention that her labia were getting, especially when I was sucking on them. Then, when I concentrated on her clit she started to squirm.

“Oh Daddy, whatever you do don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping, I was here for the duration.

Her breathing was now laboured, soon she would climax. But my cock, eager to join in, was getting impatient. Demanding that I do whatever it takes to speed it up. And there was something that I could do.

With my tongue continuing to caress her precious jewel, I slid two fingers into her up to the knuckles. That made her gasp, and before it had ended I was fucking her with them. She managed to last another minute before coming. When she did, I raised my head so that I could watch it as it surged through her body.

At first she was rigid, then she burst into life. Arms and legs jerking about. At its peak she screamed out a single word. It was Daddy. That sent a shiver down my spine.

It didn’t take her long to recover, and when she had, the first thing she did was to look at my cock in a way that showed how eager she was to have it. That made it twitch.

“In what position does my Daddy want to fuck his little girl?”

She’d said it as if she was actually a little girl, and that was almost too much for me.

“In every position.”

She laughed, and I joined in.

Eventually, we might fuck in every position, but for out first time it was going to be missionary. While I undressed she just lay their, watching me do it.

My cock was now at her opening. Despite the inevitable consequences of what I was about to do, without even the slightest hesitation, I was pushing into her. She was tight, so it wasn’t easy to get it in. And when it was fully in she gasped. My cock was in seventh heaven, because this hot wet pussy had exceeded its expectations. It was as excited as it had ever been. It was in for a treat!

The first stroke got a grimace from her, but I didn’t stop. It took a few more before she was comfortable with it. Then shortly after it became pleasurable.

This was how sex should always be. An expression of the love that two people have for each other. Two bodies moving in unison, that would eventually climax together.

But we had more than that. We were wild animals. What had started off gentle, was now savage. Every stroke was a long one, and with as much force as I could manage. Both of us were revelling in it. However, as they say, sometimes you can have too much of a good thing!

“I can’t take much more of this, I need to come.”

She wasn’t the only one. The pleasure I was getting was immense, but it was hard work. When I was younger I could fuck for hours, but not anymore. However, for a short time I’d still be able to give her more, and that should be enough to finish both of us off.

Thankfully, it was.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. My Daddy has made my cunt come!”

I certainly had, and it was as if she was possessed. She was so animated, it nearly put me off my stroke. But I managed another two, and that was enough. I grunted when I started to spurt into her. Wave after wave of hot cum flooding my Daughter’s gorgeous pussy. It didn’t take long for my balls to empty, but it felt as if it had.

We’d crossed a line, a big one. One that society says you should never cross. We’d committed incest. So now that we’d finished, we should have a serious conversation about it. But we didn’t, that was a conversation for another day. Instead we cuddled, as we basked in the afterglow of good sex.

–

“I don’t know why both of you are so happy, but I’m pleased that you are.”

in just four days, we’d managed to fuck two more times, so it wasn’t surprising that we were in a good mood. Mary wasn’t stupid, so I needed to say something before she got suspicious.

“I’m not under the same pressure that I was at work. Those aggressive deadlines have been making me irritable. My workload is now manageable, and hopefully, it will stay like that for at least a few more months.”

Ella followed my lead, by giving her Mother a plausible explanation as well.

“And Tyson has been messing me about. Now that I’ve finished with him I’m a lot calmer. I don’t know why I stayed with him for so long.”

I waited until we were alone before going to see her in her bedroom. I wanted to talk about Tyson.

“I thought he was just a friend.”

“He is, but he’s desperate to get into my panties.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. What was in her panties should just be for me.

“Are you going to let him?”

“If you stop fucking me, then I might.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

From the look she gave me, I could tell it was what she wanted to hear. Then, when I kissed her, she responded as I hoped she would, she opened her mouth so that she could accept my tongue. We french kissed until our juices were flowing, and then we stopped.

“Suck my cock, and then I’ll go down on you.”

She just nodded, but that was enough to make me smile.

I made myself comfortable, and then she started. After worshipping the head of my cock with her tongue for a satisfying amount of time, she took my manhood into her mouth. Then she started bobbing her head. It wasn’t long before I felt the sap rising. When I reached for her tits she slapped my hand down. So this was just for me. I was OK with that. I could now lie back and enjoy it. When I was almost there, I spoke for the first time since I’d asked her to suck my cock.

“I’m ready to come, finish me off.”

When she suddenly speeded up I gasped. After only a few more seconds, I was gushing into her mouth. Bucket loads of hot cum going down her throat. When I’d finished spurting I closed my eyes. If she was to now leave the room, so as not to disturb me, then I’d almost certainly fall asleep. But of course, that was never going to happen.

When she woke me I was disoriented. Taking a few seconds to realise where I was.

“You need to get dressed and leave my room. I would have let you sleep for longer, but Mother is due back any time now.”

She must love me a lot, because she had let me sleep. After quickly dressing, I gave her a tender kiss, and then I thanked her for what she’d done.

“You’re welcome, but don’t forget. You now owe me big time.”

Two days later, she was asking me to repay the debt.

“We can’t do it, your Mother is downstairs.”

“She’s cooking, we have plenty of time.”

That was wishful thinking. Yes, she was in the kitchen, and she would probably be there for a while, but it was possible, that within the time we needed, she would come upstairs for some reason.

“It will have to be later when we’re alone in the house.”

“I can’t wait, I’m so horny. My pussy is soaking wet.”

That was tempting me, but it was still no.

“You’ll just have to play with yourself.”

“I want more than that, I want your head between my legs while you feast on my pussy.”

I wanted that as well, but not now.

“I’ll settle for a quick fuck. We don’t undress. I only take my panties off and you just get your cock out.”

I didn’t see why that was any less risky than me going down on her.

“It’s still no. I’m going to go.”

I’d taken a step towards the door, when she spoke again.

“I’ll let you do it.”

That stopped me in my tracks, because I knew what she was referring to. It was something that, earlier in the week, I’d wanted to introduce into our lovemaking, but despite my best efforts, I’d been unable to persuade her to agree to it. When I turned to look at her there was a triumphant look on her face because she knew that she’d won. We were going to fuck. I just hope that we aren’t going to regret it.

But she’d have to wait a little while longer, because I needed to go and get the butt plug that I occasionally use on her Mother!

She was on all fours, and I was behind her, ready to enter her. On another day, I would have taken some time to admire the view. To enjoy what I was seeing, her pussy. Today was different, we were up against the clock, so there was no delay.

First into her pussy was the butt plug, so that her womanly juices would lubricate it. I then took it out, placing it at the correct opening. Then, at the same time as my cock was entering her, I pushed it in. That two-pronged attack took her breath away.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s giving me a strange sensation, but it’s not unpleasant.”

That wasn’t the ringing endorsement of it that I’d been hoping for, but it was better than her asking me to take it out. And don’t forget, the main reason for using it on her was for my benefit. Seeing it sticking out of her arse was adding to my excitement.

The time for talking was over, it was time to act.

From the first stroke it was frantic, and it needed to be. That was because, In order to reduce the possibility of us being caught fucking, it had to be a sprint rather than a marathon.

Within a minute we were well on our way, by the end of the second minute we were close.

Before the next one had ended, I was spurting into her. And it was that, that made her come. Mine was OK, but nothing special. However, hers was a big one. It seems to me that she’s like her Mother. Every time they come it’s impressive.

We’d timed it to perfection. I was putting my cock away, and she was pulling her panties up, when we were called for our evening meal.

While we were eating, Mary asked me, “What were you doing while I was cooking?”

Fortunately, I had a mouthful of food, and it was stopping me from speaking, so that gave me some time to come up with a convincing lie.

“Helping Ella with her homework.”

–

I was in bed with Mary, and we’d just had sex. It was the perfect ending to what had been a good day. Then she spoiled it, by telling me something about our Daughter that I wished she hadn’t. As they say, ignorance is bliss.

“Did you know that Ella has a boyfriend?”

That was like a dagger to my heart. It felt like a betrayal. Wasn’t I enough for her? And why hadn’t she told me? It would have been better coming from her.

“No I didn’t.”

“She’s been talking to me about him.”

As painful as hearing it was going to be, I wanted all the details.

“What’s she been saying?”

She told me, and when she had, she said, “He seems like a nice boy. I’d like to meet him.”

I would as well. In a dark alleyway while I was carrying a baseball bat!

The next day, while I was at work, it was all I could think about. From what Mary had said about him, I’d have to agree with her that he was a suitable boyfriend. When it was time to go home I’d come to terms with it.

That evening, while Mary was preparing our evening meal, I went upstairs to speak to Ella.

“I’m not angry with you, but why didn’t you tell me about Jackson?”

“I wanted to, but it never seemed the right time to do it.”

I could understand that. It was easier to say nothing.

“What does this mean for us?”

“Sorry Daddy.”

That was all she needed to say. It was over.

–

Jackson is now one of the family. And despite him taking my place, I’m always pleased to see him. He has a Sister that’s two years younger than him. She’s in the same class at school as Ella, and because they have become good friends, we also see a lot of her as well.

Anna is a cute little thing, especially when she’s wearing her school uniform. She’s the same age as Ella, but more vivacious. And it seems that she’s taken a fancy to me, because when we’re alone she’s flirtatious.

–

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Anna, you can ask me anything.”

“Would you like to fuck me?”

Of course, without any hesitation, she got a quick yes from me. Then I said more.

“But It has to be while you’re wearing your school uniform. And you must call me Daddy while we’re doing it!”

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