A Beautiful Summer with Daddy

I tilt my face into the shower stream, eyes closed, unable to stop smiling at the memory still fresh in my mind. The hot water feels delicious running across my bare skin. Still in a state of arousal, my body is acutely aware of every water bead and droplet rolling down, caressing my curves, gliding over my nipples, and running through my curly pubes. Water trails downward, merging into a gentle confluence between my cheeks. Steam billows up and over the dark blue, seashell-printed shower curtain, curling toward the ceiling and fogging the mirror.

My hands are lightly rubbing my neck, massaging the hot water into my muscles. Slowly making their way down my butterfly-soft nipples, fingers outlining the shapely curvature of my succulent breasts. I take a deep breath, letting my chest expand, enjoying the way my body feels in the moment.

My breasts have grown so much over the past couple years making my young skin feel taut and overstretched, to accommodate my relentless blossoming into womanhood.They're already so swollen, almost bursting at the seams. How much bigger would they get if filled with milk?My breath hitches at that thought alone. Still in a love-struck haze, I squeeze and lift them, their weight warm and solid in my hands.

Without even realizing, my hand found its way between my legs. I slip a finger past my soft lips. His thick, sticky cream suspended inside of me, clinging to the inner walls of my vagina. I push his semen deeper towards my cervix, keeping it away from the running water. I'm so head over heels in love with him, and hope his hot cum is planted deep in my fertile garden. I steady myself against the tile wall, the thought of being impregnated by my father makes me dizzy and weak in the knees.

The water splashing against porcelain drowned out everything. I didn't hear the bathroom door open -- or the curtain being pulled back. My eyes snap wide open when I feel two massive hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into a warm body.

"Hey baby girl," my jaw relaxes the instant I hear my daddy's voice. "I could get used to hopping in the shower with a sexy, young woman." His lips feel incredible on the back of my neck.

I cradle his hands sliding under my massive tits. He slowly massages my breasts and swirls my nipples with his fingertips. I lean back into him, resting my head on his shoulder, giving him a better view. His soft chest hair tickles my back. I feel his thick cock press into my ass and get instant goosebumps.

"Daddy wants to help get you cleaned up," he licks the soft spot behind my ear.

"Oh yeah?" I wiggle my ass in anticipation, "Have I been a dirty girl today?"

"You've been a very naughty girl," the suckle on my ear is felt in my clit. "Interrupting daddy's early morning reading time. Tsk tsk."

"Oh no daddy, how inconsiderate of me," I feign remorse. "How ever will I make up for it?" My hands grip his ass cheeks, pushing my ass harder into him.

"I can think of a few ways that can get you back into my good graces," he whispers into my ear, wrapping his lips around my exposed neck, tongue flicking, suckling against my sensitive skin. The way he's sucking my neck makes me feel like I'm the main course for a starving vampire. My nipples harden despite the hot water and my pussy immediately gets wet -- his cum slips out, swirling down the drain.Hopefully they had enough time to find their way.

The way my dad is ravaging me is driving me wild.Am I ok? I feel possessed!Something has unlocked deep inside of me, making me want to relinquish all control. My imagination conjures up all sorts of crazy scenarios to express that surrender. I was never into Twilight, but I kind of get the appeal now. Daddy could do anything with my body and I would only beg for more.

I let out a soft moan "Mmmmm, yes daddy, I'll do anything for you."

Our bodies enmeshed, kissing, sucking, groping, getting to explore the other for the first time, wrapped in a swirl of heated haze. Our earlier jaunt was frantic, rushed by our pent up desires. With the initial heady rush now over, we could slow down a bit and really get to know each other's bodies. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to jump my dad's bones again, but right now, I'm enjoying our delicious exploratory session.

Daddy breaks contact first, but only to grab the body wash and my Korean scrub mit. He knows this is the secret to me and my mom's soft skin. He squeezes the soap onto the mit and begins scrubbing the tops of my shoulders, neck and upper back. He makes his way down to my ass, one hand holding my waist, and the mitted hand scrubbing hard all around my cheeks. Daddy scrubbed every last inch of my body before slipping the mitt off. Standing behind me, he takes a final squirt of soap to lather up his bare hands. I feel thick fingers slip between my ass cheeks and his other hand massages soap into my soft bush. One fat finger is pulsating against my asshole, asking permission to go further. His other hand tenderly rubbing my clit, pressing my hips back just a little and the tip of his finger pushes through my tight butthole.

"Oh daddy! I was not expecting that!" I relax into his finger and allow it to explore just a little more. Afraid he'll push soap too far inside me, I say "Let's save that for later, I think I'm ready to be rinsed off."

Confident that my naughty bits got the attention they deserve, daddy reaches up to unhook the shower wand and rinses all the soap off my body, making sure to get in all my nooks and crannies. His little rub-down reignited the furnace burning deep in my center and got me all hot and bothered again

"That should do it, baby girl," emphasizing each word with a few pats on my butt.

"You've been taking such good care of me all summer. How did I get so lucky to have you as my daddy?" I turn around and throw my arms around his neck pulling him down into a deep kiss, tongue snaking inside his mouth. He meets mine with equal vigor, our tongues dancing together, growing more and more familiar with one another. My father is such an amazing kisser that it's hard to break contact, but I force myself to pull back and return the favor.

"Your turn to get you all soapy and washed up." I drag my finger nails down his chest and give him a mischievous smile.

I'm having so much fun lathering soap all over my father's body. His skin is surprisingly soft for his age, and weirdly, the guy has very little body hair except his chest. I don't know who in his Scottish lineage lacked hair, but that gene was passed down directly to him. I make sure to scrub every last inch of his body, knowing he probably hasn't been touched like this in years, maybe over a decade. Taking every chance I could to brush my tits and nipples against his body just so I could watch him quiver. I turn him back around to face me so I can finish up his front. I lather up my hands and take his cock in my hands. I gently rub the tip of the head, rubbing soap up and down his shaft, lifting it out of the way to finish under his sac. After a quick rinse, I drop to my knees and suck his soft organ into my mouth.

"Gentle, baby girl. Daddy is very sensitive and I won't be able to get hard for a while." I continue to gently suck his dick, just for the pure pleasure of having him in my mouth. "But I sure do love seeing you on your knees for me."

I stand back up and run my fingers through the hairs on his chest. I lean in and bring one of his nipples into my mouth to see his reaction.

"Oh god, Kaylee, well that's a pleasant surprise," he gasped. "No one has ever sucked onMYnipples before, Jesus, that feels amazing."

I continue to explore his very manly chest, my tongue lapping up little beads of water from his white and grey hairs. My dad is so fucking hot! His bear-like body is fucking sexy. I want to be Wilma to his Fred Flinstone. "Daddy, I love your body! I can't keep my hands off you," my hands rubbing all around his belly and around to squeeze his butt.

"Did I do a good job getting you all cleaned up?" My eyes plead to hear his words of praise.

"Perfection sweetie, I've never felt better," he shows his appreciation by kissing me softly. "Let's get out of here and go grab some breakfast."

My smile turns into a frown and I pout, "I don't want to go anywhere, I want to stay like this forever." I stand up on my tiptoes and purse my lips for a kiss but get nothing in return.

"Pumpkin, our little escapade this morning left me feeling starved and drained," his voice was more stern than I was expecting. "I have a feeling I'm gonna need a lot more calories to keep up with your...um... vivacious cravings." He looks down at my chest and licks his lips.

"My cravings? Daddy, look at the way you're ogling my body right now!" I take a step back to give him a better view.

"But fine, let's feed you. You're right, I am craving a whole lot more of you," licking my lips, my eyes gaze up at him. "I can't wait to try everything with you." I bite his lower lip then lick the tip of his nose before pulling the shower curtain back and stepping out of the tub.

I felt my father's gaze fall to my perfectly shaped ass while I began to dry just the front of my body, allowing him a long, hard look at my backside. I bend over, flipping my hair forward to towel dry, jiggling my cheeks while spreading my legs so daddy could get a view of my pretty pink kitty peeking between my thighs.

I swear I heard a little "Dear god," come from his corner of the bathroom. I took his towel off the rack and tossed it his way. "Take a picture daddy, it'll last longer," giving him a quick wink then blew him a kiss. "I'm gonna get dressed now, which should give you enough time to cool off." I walked out of the bathroom smiling to myself, confident I'd just blown daddy's mind and fully enjoying the game between us.

We walk out to my dad's car, and as we buckle up, he hesitates before sharing a few concerns. "Baby girl, I know we've crossed into new territory, a territory that...you know... isn't well received by today's society. I never want to hurt you and I think it best to keep everything under wraps whenever we're out in public. Let's figure this out together. How are you feeling?"

"Daddy, I love how considerate you are of my feelings. It's the biggest reason I'm falling so deeply in love with you." His cheeks go crimson at my admission. "I don't really care what anybody thinks, but you're not wrong. We should keep this just between us. Our little secret?" I gesture between us with a soft smile.

"I'm not going to stop holding your hand or hugging you in public, though. You're my daddy and I'm allowed to do those things." I squeeze his hand softly, letting my thumb brush over his knuckles. "To be honest though, because I'm Asian, a lot of folks might assume I'm your wife and won't even think twice about how young I look compared to you." I joshingly elbow him to try and lighten the mood. "There are loads of older white guys with young Asian women hanging on their arms and no one bats an eye. But I also want to be respectful of your feelings and don't want to cross any lines that might make you uncomfortable in public. Well, cross any new lines." I giggle, giving him a quick wink.

"When did you get to be so grown up, Kaylee? You're so well spoken and emotionally aware. I remember when you were a little girl, running around screaming at the top of your lungs just to get my attention. And now look at you -- handling this with so much honesty."

"Now look at me, falling in love with you as a woman." I lean over and kiss my father deeply. Everything felt like it was moving too fast, and still, I want every second of it.

The drive to the diner felt like our first step into the real world as lovers. My arm rests over his shoulders as he drives, fingers lazily grazing the nape of his neck. His hand felt warm caressing my knee and thigh.

"Growing up, we used to call this the fifth gear slip, when a boy would shift into fifth gear and slip his hand around a girl's knee," he sounds so smug with himself.

"Is this when everyone wore poodle skirts and hung out at the soda fountain?" I teas, spreading my legs a little farther, letting him know I was enjoying his reminiscing. By now, daddy's fingers found themselves under the hem of my jersey knit mini-skirt, lightly stroking the soft fabric of my panties.

"Bingo, you really do get your old man. And when we get back home, I'll make sure you're the cherry on top of this banana split." He glances down at his lap, seductively wiggling his eyebrows.

"Daadddy, you are so silly sometimes!" I groan, "It's going to be soo hard keeping my hands off you at breakfast. We should have just stayed home and had pancakes," full blown whining now.

"Baby girl, maybe I did this just to watch you squirm. Did you ever think of that? You're not the only one with dirty thoughts swirling around your brain. If you really think about it, this is kind of your fault."

"Ugh, what are you even -- my fault?! How is this my fault?!" I huff, crossing my arms.

"You've been teasing me from almost day one. Relentlessly teasing me." I jump when he slams both hands on the steering wheel in frustration. "You don't think I didn't notice, did you? Or did you think I was too dense to catch on to your little games?" I never heard this kind of sternness in his voice before. Something about it sent a shiver through me, and I couldn't explain why.

My cheeks were on fire and I choked "I'm sorry daddy, I didn't know what else to do. You were so handsome the day you picked me up from the airport, and my heart started fluttering on our first day at the beach, do you remember? At the tidepools?"

"Ohh yes, baby girl, boy do I remember. My cock lurched the moment your shorts fell off, revealing your pink polka-dotted bikini bottom. I thought God was going to smite me right then and there."

"Damn, I missed that! Those shorts did frame your package nicely," my fingers lightly rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. "Only when you started rubbing sunscreen on my back did it dawn on me that I might be attracted to you...sexually. Feeling your big, soft hands caress me, made my clit throb and I was wet for the rest of the day." My legs were spread far apart now, and daddy's exploring fingers stroked and tugged my thong to the side.

"Somebody's panties are very, very wet. What's got you all hot and bothered, little pumpkin?"

"YOU, daddy!! Don't be a dumb dumb. I almost didn't wear panties but knew my pussy would just be a hot mess in your presence. Pussy juice running down my legs would definitely blow our cover."

I arch my back as soon as his finger finds my clit, "Fuck daddy," I gasp, "I thought we weren't going to do this in public?" His finger sliding across my aching clit sends a shiver down my spine, "But...please...don't stop." I open my legs a little wider, inviting him into my little bonfire.

"No one can see us pumpkin. Be a good girl, lean back and let daddy play with your pussy."

I lean my seat back in obedience, resting my knee against the center console. I pull my skirt up so daddy can see how soaking wet my panties are.

"Do you remember that night you pretended to fall asleep on my lap?" Eyes still on the road, his fingers delve deeper between my slippery lips. "I could tell you were faking it, I knew you weren't asleep. When my cock sprang to life, you snuggled your cheek against me and moaned softly."

"Mmmhhhmmm...of course I remember," his middle finger slips inside my pussy, "oh fuck daddy....right there," finding it difficult to concentrate on his questions, I finally manage, "I loved feeling the heat radiate through your pants."

I don't know how much more I can take, but the words come out anyway, "There were so many nights I wanted to feel you in..." I gasp, "...my...mouth." My breath catches, then quickens. "Oh fuck, daddy. You're going to make me cum." I pant as my hips move with his rhythm, my nails dragging down his arm.

Driving down Main street in broad daylight, downtown whizzing by, is too much to take in. My eyes slam shut as daddy continues to finger fuck me. The thought of getting caught pushes me over the edge. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Fuck daddy...don't stop!!" I scream as my pussy explodes like fireworks on the fourth of July. Hot liquid erupts in a pulsating stream, soaking my daddy's fingers and hand. My pussy continues to spasm in little squirts, between shivers and leg twitches.

HONK. HONK. HONK.

"Hot damn little lady!!"

I look up -- and freeze. I lock eyes with a young man in the driver's seat of a giant pickup truck.

"Get it, girly!! Who's your daddy?" He flashes a crude gesture in front of his mouth, tonguing the air between his fingers before throwing his head back in laughter with someone beside him I can't see.

My cheeks burn, and I grab daddy's hand from under my skirt, dropping them back into his lap.

"What, what are you doing baby girl? Is everything okay?"

In one motion, I push my seat upright, turn toward the driver's side, cross my legs, and tug my skirt back down. "No, daddy, I am not OK. The man in that truck right there saw the whole thing." My hands fly to cover my face. My body is still coming down, pleasure fading while shame and fear settle heavy in my stomach.

"Oh no, sweetie, fuck, I'm so sorry. I had no idea he was right there. I was... um... a little distracted. Here, I'll turn as soon as the light goes green."

"I hope we never see that guy again, because we just gave him an amazing show, and I wouldn't be able to look him in the face." My stomach flips, and all I want is to disappear.

He laughs softly. "Ahh, baby girl, that guy's lucky. You probably made his whole day. Or month. No -- his whole year."

As promised, my dad turns in the opposite direction as soon as the light changes, even cutting off oncoming traffic to get out of there. God, I love my daddy.

We pull into the diner parking lot, and he waits for a car to back out of its spot. Daddy is such a fucking tease! We didn't have to go out for breakfast, we could have eaten at home. This is his power move, and I revel in it. Old expectations resurface as I think back to Sunday sermons growing up. If I stepped out of line, he would remind me there would be consequences when we got home. And he always followed through. My little tush felt the sting of his belt too many times to count.

Thinking back on it...I wonder what the belt would feel like now.The echo of a belt cracking derailed me from memory lane.

"Kaylee? Earth to Kaylee. Are you ready to get out of the car?"

"Huh, what? Oh...yeah, are we here?" I had completely left this plane of existence thinking only of -- belt.

Sitting at a corner booth, torturing daddy from under the table without being seen became my new game. We sat on the same side of the booth, facing out the window, onto the ocean. Looking over our menus, I started playing footsie with him and gently rubbing his inner thigh.

"Daddy, I want a stack of banana pancakes with whipped cream, scrambled eggs, bacon and a glass of orange juice."

"You sure you don't want anything else, sugar plum, like the kitchen sink too?" playfully poking my little belly and planting a soft kiss on my forehead. I place my menu at the end of the table and lift my daddy's arm up and over my head, resting it on my shoulders as I snuggle into his side.

"Baby girl, what are you doing? I thought we said to keep things chill."

"Calm down, nothing about this screams..." I pause, squinting my eyes, looking around to make sure no one is in ear shot, and whisper, "I rode my daddy's dick into oblivion this morning." His jaw drops, all blood drains from his face. Giving him a quick wink, I lean back and resume in a normal volume, "I've always felt comfortable snuggling up close with you," my hand brushing his sensitive crotch before giving his big belly a rub.