Bob Wallace: Daughter_s pet peeve

"Aaaaa," she sighed, tingling as she tried to carry the feeling higher, needing more than what was given. "Aaaaah!"

Melissa's frenzied hand on Claudius' cock and the humping of her wet pussy on his back caused his balls to explode. He yelped, fucking at her hand with frantic humps as a thick glob of doggie jism blasted from his piss-slot.

"Cummmm," she purred, her own gentle orgasm gone, abandoning her on a plane of passion that kept her constantly dizzy. "Cummmm, Claud! Cum all over!" She felt his throbbing cock expanding and retracting inside her jerking hand as his cum squirted out. She swooned, dying to see it happen, dreaming about the feeling it would cause inside her virgin pussy.

Claudius yelped skittishly and jerked, then lifted his head, squirming to be free of the little girl's pinning body. He snapped away and jumped off the bed, running to a corner to tend to his red spent cock.

Melissa, still hot, still boiling in her own passion, pouted, her body coiled tight for the tremendous orgasm that had eluded her. She blinked, the light shining in from the hall finally penetrating her mind. She rolled over on her back and gasped. "DADDY!" She scrambled under the covers, trying to hide her naked body, wishing she could disappear. "How? How… long…"

Neil came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He rested his hand on his daughter's leg, petting her, attempting to soothe and relax her. "Long enough to know that my daughter has grown into a woman."

"Daddy!" she sobbed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself!"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, baby," he soothed, stroking her leg. "Sex is natural." His cock, from him watching his daughter hump the dog, was throbbing wildly. His own passion had gotten the best of him, his long-neglected urges gripping him in their clutches.

Melissa, seeing he wasn't mad or ashamed of her, looked up at him. His hand rubbing her thigh was soothing, calming the emotions that churned inside her body. "I don't know what to do!" she explained between sobs. "I get so hot, I can't think straight."

Neil gulped back his heart. In so many ways, she reminded him of his ex-wife, Marge. His hand caressed her thigh, smoothing over her belly. He was in a trance, staring at his beautiful daughter. "Everything's all right," he assured her. "Are you still a virgin?"

"Yes, Daddy. I've never done anything with a boy." She saw a strange look in his eye. She felt the same turmoil in her body that she knew her father was experiencing now. She bit her lip and asked the question she had been dying to ask since her mother left them over a year ago. "Why did mommy leave?"

"It's not important." The passion he had neglected since Marge left rose to the surface. It was directed at his child, her naked body hidden by the covers. "What is important, is us… only us."

"Yes, Daddy." She tried to sort out and understand all of the sensations and thoughts that were bombarding her young impressionable mind. If I'm going crazy, always thinking about boys and doing things with them, then daddy must be in worse shape than me, she thought. She nestled into his arms, hugging him, the covers falling away, her young blossoming tits pressing against his chest.

"It must be terrible for you, Daddy!" she gasped, feeling safe in his arms. "Sooo terrible!"

"It hasn't been that bad, baby," he moaned, caressing her smooth bare back, the contact with his daughter's naked flesh was electrifying. His head was reeling with indecision. He wanted his own child, wanted her as he would want a woman.

Melissa, holding him tight, sensed his tension, his desires. In the dark of night she felt, knew, she was a woman, with a woman's passion. She wanted him, wanted him with all her heart. It was not the image of a boy that haunted her mind while she played with herself and gave her pussy to the dog. It was her father she wanted! She had finally faced up to it, admitted the truth that had plagued her since she had charged headlong into puberty. Facing it seemed to lift a cumbersome burden off her shoulders.

"Touch me, Daddy," she purred softly, coming out of his arms, her young burgeoning tits displayed unashamedly for her father's appraisal and pleasure. "Touch them."

He was captivated by the raw innocent sexuality of his daughter. The image of her naked body twisting on the dog inflamed his mind as he feasted his eyes on her tits.

Melissa lay back on the bed. She felt like a woman, wanted to be a woman to her father. Her pussy burned like never before. Trembling, she waited, feeling, sensing the momentous decision her father was making. She only hoped he would choose the right one, the one that would satisfy them both.

Neil stared at his beautiful daughter, his heart clogging his throat, making it impossible to swallow. He wanted her badly, the painful ache in his groin was testimony to that. He slid the covers away, exposing the rest of his child's naked body to his glaring eyes.

Melissa shivered, her pussy bared to her father's hungry gaze. She parted her legs, wanting to lose her virginity to her father. He was the one she wanted all along.

"You're very beautiful," he groaned, his hand stroking her bare thigh and smooth belly. He caressed her as he spoke, his voice low, hypnotic. "Did you like doing it with the dog?"

She wanted to lie and say no, but believing the truth would bring them closer and a lie would drive a wedge between them, she admitted the truth. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "I don't know why, but I did. Are you mad?"

"No, baby." He smiled. "Nothing you do to please yourself or the ones you love is bad," he explained, using all of his willpower to keep from touching his hot daughter's pussy.

Something in his voice triggered Melissa's next question. "Is that why mommy left?" she asked, her innocence cutting through the layers of adult guilt and deception.

"Yes, baby," Neil openly admitted. "She thought dogs were disgusting and would never consider doing anything with them. It eventually came between us." He shrugged. "It was nobody's fault."

"I like doing things with dogs, Daddy," she said, her heart thumping wildly in her breast.

"I could tell," he said. "I was watching for a long time."

Melissa reached down and gently took her father's hand, guiding it to her tits. "Squeeze them, Daddy. I belong to you and I'll do anything you want."

"I know that, baby," he groaned, his hand massaging the soft pliant flesh of his daughter's tit. Touching her was blowing his mind. He had to give her a chance, a chance to see things in the light of day, a chance to change her mind when the passion of the night was erased by day. "Think about it. We have plenty of time." He started to get up.

"Noooo!" she cried, clutching his hand against her tit. "Don't leave yet. Please!"

"You're too hot to make this decision. I'm too hot to refuse. I must go." He tried to pull his hand away, but in her passion she was powerful and held him as if her very life depended on it. "It'll be for the best."

"I will let you go, if you help me first," she purred, her voice like a baby's. "I can't sleep like this. I'll go crazy." She pushed his hand down to her belly. "Touch me between my legs. I'm burning up."

The attraction was too overwhelming. He touched her tender virgin cunt. She was soaked with fuck juice. He could feel her clit. It was hard, filled with blood.

"Make me cum, Daddy. I couldn't cum on the dog. It only got me hotter." She was pleading, begging for relief to help her through the rest of the night. "I… can't… sleep without it!"

He saw the strain on her face and her voice was heavily laced with passion. The heat from her cunt was like a furnace. He couldn't bring himself to get off the bed without relieving his daughter of the lust that engulfed her. He began stroking her pussy, gently, almost imperceptibly at first.