Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

Slipping through the thick brush, Judy fought off the vines and branches that tore at her bare skin. Finally, when she judged she was well clear, Judy got back on the path and began to run. At long last she caught sight of her back fence and heaved a sigh of relief. Now she could only hope that no one was home. Her mother had said she would be gone all day, but her father might be home, and Judy didn't want to have to explain her, lack of clothing. Peeking over the fence, Judy was relieved to see that the garage was empty and scrambled over the fence.

She was about to bolt into the house when she caught sight of her clothes, knotted into a tight ball, lying close to the edge of the pool. Evidently Karen had passed by and tossed them over the fence. Picking the bundle up, Judy went into the house. She was hot, sweaty, dirty and hungry. The cool shade of the house was a welcome relief after her total exposure. Sprinting upstairs to her room, Judy slammed the door behind her and collapsed on the bed with a tremendous wave of relief. As she lay there, she felt, deep in her belly, a twinge of need and desire. Her tender channel cried out for something to fill it, and nothing was available. Fighting the urge to jam her finger up in her pussy-knowing that her own hands could never answer her need-Judy crawled off the bed and looked in the mirror. The only traces of her ordeal were a coating of dust, a few scratches in odd places, and a faint sunburn on those areas not normally exposed to the sun. Feeling dirty and itchy, Judy decided she had to take a shower. How she would explain taking one without being ordered to, Judy didn't know, but somehow she would.

As she soaped down, the ball of desire in her tummy grew to a raging hunger.

The touch of her hands on her body increased the need she felt. Desperately, she tried to think of some sort of outlet for her desires. The idea of calling Johnny and meeting him flickered through her mind, then vanished when she realized that it was impossible. Even if she did meet him, he would not know what was needed. Judy wished she hadn't run from the man in the pool as the itch in her crotch grew and grew, dominating everything.

Then, as she shut the shower off, Judy had an idea that made her flush. Her feminine intuition told her it would work, and guided her as she dug down into the bottom drawer of her bureau. Her seeking fingers found last year's bikini, and she held it up, gauging its size and fit. It would be perfect. She slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror. It was several sizes too small in every dimension. Humming to herself, Judy skipped downstairs and made herself a peanut-butter sandwich. Strolling out to the pool, she sat down on one of the chaises and stretched out to wait for her father to get home.

As she lay on the chaise, relishing the feeling of the sun seeping deep into her body, Judy let her mind roam back over the happenings of the day. She felt the little ball of desire deep in her belly and cherished the delicious sensation. The tight, too-small bra of her suit mashed her breasts down, making the soft flesh bulge out over the top of the small, flat cups. Her nipples were sensitive little knots of desire, so tender she could feel the weave of the fabric against them as her chest heaved slightly as she breathed.

Judy's mouth watered with desire as she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Her thighs, with a mind of their own, rubbed against each other, thrilling her with the silky, soft feel. The bottom of her suit was too small also, the waistband cutting into her flesh low on her hips. From behind she knew the top of the crack separating her buttocks could be seen, a suggestive cleavage, while in the front the top edge was far below her navel, just above her little pussy.

The delicate lines where her thighs joined her body were bared, pointing straight to the heart of Judy's pleasure. There, in that special place, the tight fabric of the suit pressed against her pussy. Spreading her thighs, Judy maneuvered a fold of the material into her tender little slit. As the fold cut upward into her, Judy rubbed her thighs together again, rubbing the fold of doth through her slit, triggering a new flood of juices that dampened the cloth, making a dark stain she didn't need to see to know was there.

Thinking of what she was about to do, Judy felt her muscles knot with anticipation and fought down a tense, nervous shiver of excitement. The only thing in Judy's mind was a burning desire that she could neither deny nor control. There was no question in her mind that she would succeed. Her inborn feminine intuition told her that she, would succeed. The female animal in Judy made her confident of her power to get exactly what she wanted from her father.

She licked her lips in anticipation of what she had planned.

The sound of the front door slamming made Judy jerk nervously. Biting her lip, she fought the urge to get up from the lounge and go in to find her father.

"Hey, anybody home?" her father called inside the house.

"Out by the pool, Daddy. I'm waiting for you so we can go swimming. Hurry up and get your suit on." Judy was astonished that her voice was steady and sounded totally normal, since her throat was knotted with tension. She shivered again, making the chaise creak under her.

"I'll be out in a few minutes."

Judy heaved a sigh of relief. So far it was working just the way she wanted it to. She glanced down the length of her subtly curved body, pleased with its lean trimness and sensuous curves. The top of her suit barely covered her nipples, while the bottom left little to the imagination. Studying the effect carefully, Judy pointed her toes and bent one knee slightly. Then she fought to release her tense grip on the arms of the chaise and relax, to appear natural.

"Hi, how was your d-day?" her father asked, coming out by the pool.

"Just fine, Daddy," Judy answered, again astonished at the normality of her tone. She had not missed her father's slight stutter and smiled to herself.

Without looking at him, she could feel his eyes raking over her and flushed with pleasure. Then, her mouth watering, she turned to gaze at him with steady blue eyes, studying him boldly as he stood by her. He was tanned and lean and trim. He wore a neat, trim swimsuit, and under it was a noticeable, wonderful-looking swelling that grew as Judy watched it.

He tossed his towel on a nearby lounge and sat down, clearly fighting to be casual. His eyes were riveted to Judy's breasts. "You did something educational, I trust."

"Very educational, Daddy. Jimmy was back from his trip and he had some Indian stuff. He and Billy and I played cowboys and Indians," Judy answered. She stared at the bulge in her father's suit and her mouth watered.

"What did you learn?" her father asked, crossing his hands nervously over his erection. His eyes went to Judy's crotch, then he wrenched them back upward to her breasts.

"Do you really want to know?" Judy asked, sure that he would. He always wanted to know what she had learned.

"Of course." He shifted restlessly, obviously debating about stretching out on the lounge chair, then deciding against it because of the rise in his swimsuit.

Judy got up from her lounge with a tense, catlike grace. Her skin was tingling with excitement, and she fought to control the little tremors in her muscles.

"Stand up, Daddy, and I'll show you," she said, her voice husky.

Awkwardly, her father got up and stood self-consciously in front of his daughter. He started to hold his hands over the bulge in his crotch, then evidently decided this only drew more attention to his condition and dropped them to his sides.

Judy gauged her moves carefully, going slowly over to him, her body moving with sexy grace. She linked her hands behind his neck and looked up at him, the message in her eyes plain for him to read. Gently, but firmly, she pulled his head down and kissed him. It was a gentle, chaste, feathery kiss. Her lips were pursed and closed, the way she always kissed him. Then she let her lips soften and move against his. Keeping her body a fraction of an inch away from his, Judy let the tip of her tongue press his lips, pry them open, touch his teeth and taste his strong, masculine flavor. Then Judy let her body sag inward against his. She brushed him first with the peaks of her breasts, then her thighs touched the muscular, hairy columns of his legs, then her belly pressed his and she felt the hard mass of his penis pressing into her tummy. Then she pressed the full length of her body against his. She felt his arms stir and almost involuntarily go around her. Then his hands were on her back, pulling her against him. His mouth opened further and his tongue met hers. The kiss seemed to go on forever as they explored each other's mouths. Judy let her instincts take over and let her body writhe gently against his, let her thighs capture one of his between them, let her pelvis press against the muscles there.