Lean Girls
Chapter 1: Soon to be a Woman

Copyright© 2014 by fingerhut_john

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Soon to be a Woman - I make my daughter promise not to engage in sex until she turns sixteen. She abides by my request but makes me agree to let her do whatever she wants after that. When her sixteenth comes up, I find out that making her wait drives her to places I didn't know existed.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Ma/ft   ft/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Sister   Father   Daughter   FemaleDom   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Harem   Indian Female   First   Oral Sex   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Public Sex   Nudism  

: Soon to be a Woman

I thought I made all of the right decisions when it came to raising my daughter, Shaina. Her mother left us when she was little and it's been the two of us since and I raised her with rules—taught her to act proper. I thought that was what I was supposed to do.

Our biggest conflict, of course, was always boys. I told her she wasn't allowed to see a boy romantically until she turned sixteen. She agreed to abide by my rule on one condition. Her

For the life of me, I would have sworn this plan was perfect. I couldn't think of a single reason for Shaina to take advantage of my approach with this. She was a beautiful, intelligent girl with a perfect GPA, good sense, and she was popular at school. She was a well-rounded person.

Little did I know, she planned on taking full advantage of the freedom I was offering her when she turned sixteen. In my mind, I thought that treating her as an adult meant just that—viewing her as an adult and respecting her that way. I thought it meant loosening the leash a little. She had other plans.

Two weeks before her sixteenth birthday, I asked her what she wanted from me and for her birthday in general. I figured she'd want to throw a major party and celebrate it with a bang. She said she did want to have a few friends over, but she didn't want a big party. I didn't really mind not having to cover the expense of a big party so I didn't make a big deal about it. She asked, instead, to spend five hundred dollars on some new clothes. I didn't think that was too outrageous so I handed her my card and she disappeared into her room. An hour later she came back out, card in hand, and informed me that she went over the five hundred limit, but not too excessively. At the end of the day, she spent six. I still thought I was ahead of the game.

I wasn't. I had no idea what I was in for.

About a week later, deliverymen from UPS began making regular stops at the house. They delivered packages of all sizes, many of them very small, but a few of them big enough for a small television. Each of the boxes originated from different companies, most of which, I'd never heard of before. I assumed that these boxes contained Shaina's new wardrobe, but she was keeping the items within, a big secret. I let her have her privacy and didn't push.

Her birthday was July 11th. It fell on a Saturday and her plan was just to have six friends over (four guys and two girls) and she said all they were going to do was hang out all day. She was still in her room when her friends showed up and I was hanging out in the pool. I figured that if I wanted any pool time for myself, I should get it before her friends arrived. They all showed up at the same time, the boys coming to the back where the pool was, and the girls heading up to Shaina's room.

I didn't want to intrude on their fun so I started to collect the book I was reading, my drink, and towel, but Boxer (I don't know why they call him that), stopped me.

"You sure you don't want to hang out for a bit? The girl's are supposed to put on a bit of a show."

It's supposed to be the kids that are naïve, not the adults. When he said they were going to put on a show, I was figuring some kind of cutesy cheerleader routine—a little innocent fun. I know I'm not supposed to think this way, but both Autumn and Abha (Hindu name meaning lustrous beauty) were hot for their age, and a bit of a show from those two was enough to keep my ass planted on the lawn chair. I eased myself back down and waited.

All four of the guys were in high spirits as they waited for the girls to come down. They tore off their shirts and immediately dove into the pool.

Let the splashing begin, I thought. I missed being that young and full of energy.

I entertained myself by listening to the guys screw around in the pool for about ten minutes. Surprisingly, the girls came out onto the deck. All of them wearing long bathrobes. Shaina marched up to me, leaned down and whispered into my ear, "you can stay out here, but only if you promise not to embarrass me. No freaking out!"

That was my first clue that things weren't what I thought.

My head still wasn't in the game. Even though I promised to treat Shaina as an adult when she turned sixteen, I still didn't actually see her that way. She was still my innocent little girl.

I nodded and promised to be a 'good boy'.

The girls called the guys back onto the deck and instructed them to sit in the lawn chairs lined up along the edge. I still didn't quite get what was about to happen, but looking back, I'm glad I had a twelve foot privacy fence surrounding the back yard.

They seated all of the boys and still Shaina stood in front of us. The other two girls stood off to the side waiting.

"As you all know, my dad has made me wait until today to be treated like an adult," she began. She gave me a look I didn't quite understand as she talked. It wouldn't hit me until later what that look meant. Not exactly anyway. "Well, today is that day and I wanted for all of you to share in my coming of age party. I plan to start it with a bang!"

Everybody gave a 'woooooo" at that comment and I had a 'bachelorette' party flash go through my head. It was the first incident appropriate thought I had that day, and my eyes couldn't help but drift over to the twins, Abha and Autumn. The twins were both born in India, Abha choosing to keep the name she was born with, and also to follow her Hindu upbringing, Autumn, abandoning those, and adopting a more 'American lifestyle. They were both gorgeous young Indian women and the dirty part of my mind hoped the hoops and hollers were founded.

"Luckily for you guys, Autumn and Abha have agreed to participate with me and Abha has asked if she can go first." Shaina stepped aside, waving her hand toward Abha. Shaina quickly made her way over to the stereo and started a CD playing. I didn't know it, but she had put it in prior and had it set to play. Abha took position in front of us and waited for the music to begin. The music started playing. It was slow and seductive. I'm not sure, but it sounded like it could be belly dancing music. She was a gorgeous girl, born in India, and the music sounded like it could be something from where she came from. She began to peel away the bathrobe, revealing a two-piece outfit that did look like something a belly dancer would wear. She tossed her bathrobe around and began gyrating her stomach and hips, turning slowly as she caressed up and down her beautiful brown body. I have to admit that the dance was hot, and I never realized just how well proportioned and truly beautiful she was before that. Both her top and bottoms were covered with shiny gold sequins—not excessively skimpy, but enough to show that her breasts were larger than what I expected to see from her. I was used to seeing her dressed in her cultural garb and I could understand why her culture kept her covered. The thoughts that were running through my perverted brain were not fit for a girl that young.

She continued her seductive style of dancing, suggestively rubbing her hands up and down her body, and before I knew what was going on, she began reaching behind her. If I didn't know any better, she was going to remove her bikini style top? She fidgeted, her nervousness showing through, as she undid the clasp in the back. The answer to my question came as her top fell away. She had another bikini top underneath, if that's what you could call it. The top was lime green and the cups of the bra were no bigger than a pickle. Her nipples poked through like pointed arrows and my jaw rested on the base of my neck, with my eyes nailed to her chest as she continued to dance.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Abha was the epitome of proper, but there she was dancing like a stripper with less than a quarter of her breasts covered and she wasn't done. She hooked a thumb into her bottoms and began to pull them down as the boys cheered her on. I looked over at Shaina in awe and she greeted me with the most shit eating grins of all grins.

Abha wasn't just teasing. Her bottoms inched their way down her waist. Lower and lower, they went as more and more of her bottom half-breathed air. It wasn't until her panties were completely around her thighs that I realized she was wearing another piece below. I guess you could call it a string bikini. More-so the micro string bikini, because the front flap of it was nothing more than one single thumb and it DID NOT cover everything it should have. The lower part of her lips were completely out in the open and the boys gave a football style cheer, bringing her face to beat red as it appeared before us all.

Yet she continued to dance. Pulling her bottoms further down her waist, kicking them casually to the side as she kept dancing. At first, I thought the little thumb covering the top half of her twat was suspended in midair. The strings holding it in place were so fine they were barely visible at all, giving the front patch a floating in place look to it. She turned, facing away from us all, prompting yet another cheer from the boys, presenting her naked ass to us. She leaned forward, running her hands up and down the backs of her legs and showing us everything. I couldn't believe how easily she presented herself to us. Her pussy looked perfect and I couldn't help but to imagine myself tasting it. I couldn't find a single flaw along the backs of her legs, and the half-pear that stared me in the face, looked immaculate. As if our view of her wasn't good enough, she reached behind her with both hands, spreading her cheeks and opening herself up, giving us a view of her opening. The sunlight glistened off the wetness that dripped from it.

Autumn took the stage the moment that Abha sat down. The moment her butt hit the chair Abha started giggling with her hands covering her face. It took her almost a minute to calm herself down, but Autumn waited for her fit to end. As soon as Abha stopped laughing, she asked Autumn to wait for a minute. She got up from the chair, dragged it over until it was butted tight against mine, and then she signaled for Autumn to go ahead.

I couldn't help but to let my eyes wander to what could only be thought of as her bikini bottoms. The little green patch hugged against the lips of her slit, but beneath that, the folds of her pussy were completely out in the open. She saw where I was looking, blushed timidly, but made no move to cover herself. She smiled instead, and I could almost feel the butterflies flying from her stomach. She was letting me look at her, and she liked my attention. My dick ached as I tore my eyes from her crotch.

"You're all finished then?"

I was between a rock and a hard place. Abha's pussy was within arms-reach of me, and don't you think for a second; that I didn't want to reach for it. Again. I know I wasn't supposed to think that way, but how could I not? She was only sixteen, but she was so close to naked—so beyond beautiful—that half my mind locked onto her proximity to me.

Autumn's music had a faster pace to it. She started her little dance with each hand gripping the front of her robe, holding it closed, but the second her music started, she tore herself free from it, pitching it to the side, and revealing her cheerleader outfit. I knew right away that it wasn't her standard issue (at least not beneath) because there were two foreign straps extending from beneath, cutting across from under her shirt, to under her skirt. The first time that she spun fast, intentionally lifting her skirt and exposing her tight ass, she confirmed my suspicions. There was a bright blue string extending up from the crack of her ass.

She danced and gyrated in front of us for almost a full minute and I swear she was as provocative and suggestive as any stripper could ever be. On two different occasions she blatantly lifted her skirt, showing us just how scantily her mound was covered, and she slid her finger up and down her slit as she humped into her finger, finishing off by licking the finger clean. I wouldn't be surprised if she made a couple of the boys come in their pants.

Autumn spun around, lifted her cheerleader top over her head, and adjusted her kini top, before spinning back around. Once she was facing us again, I could see why she needed to adjust it. It was nothing more than two one-inch strips traveling down her front. Her breasts were virtually identical to Abha's and they were pretty much out in the open, her tanned Indian body glistened in the sun. I think they call the bikini she was wearing a slingshot bikini, and I could tell why. As fast as she was dancing, there was no way she was keeping herself covered and she quickly gave up trying. Once her nipples had popped out for the third time, prompting a roar from the boys, she quit putting them back in—electing instead, to keep them out in the open and using them to spur the boys on. Autumn pulled a lawn chair up next to Abha, and plopped into it, still choosing to leave her chest fully exposed.

I couldn't help but notice that the boy's attention locked onto the girls even though all of the boys had to look across me to see the girls. That part was expected. There were, at that point, two nearly naked girls sitting in those chairs. The part that made me smile inside was that the girls were each continually drawn to themselves as they sat there. It was as if they couldn't believe that they were sitting there, out in the open, with so much of their bodies exposed, and had to keep checking in order to verify that it was really them, sitting in those chairs, with everything hanging in the air.

Shaina took her position and waited for everyone's attention to turn back to her. She looked me dead in the eyes. "You know I'm going to torture the fuck out of you today—don't you?"

I almost fell out of my chair. It was the first time I could ever remember hearing Shaina use the word fuck.

She nodded her head yeah, as if she were a rock star about to give a rock star performance. "Yeah, pops! I'm going to make you regret forcing me to wait so long to express my inner self! And don't you dare think about looking at me with any less enthusiasm than you looked at them. I swear to God, if you do? You'll never live it down." She turned her attention to the other boys. "Now you four. I plan on dragging this out and enjoying every second. If I dance close to you, keep your hands to yourself, unless I tell you different. If you as much as brush against me without my express permission, you don't get laid today! Got it?"

They each nodded eagerly, but my mind was stuck like a needle on a record player.

You don't get laid today? You don't get laid today? YOU DON'T GET ... WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST SAY? LAID TO FUCKING DAY!!!

That's when the entire reality of every decision I'd ever made throughout my daughter's entire life slapped me right in the face. Had I gone about things in some kind of wrong way? My precious daughter was talking about her body as if it were some kind of hunk of meat, meant to lay boys with. She was going to lay some boys today. That's what this whole thing was about? Laying some boys, like Chinese people laid railroad ties back in the eighteen hundreds. She had herself a hammer. That hammer was her rocking body and she was gonna take out that hammer--lay some ties with it, daddy--but those ties weren't hunks of wood soaked in creosote; they were teenaged boys with hunks of wood in their pants, but that was hunky dory and fine and dandy, daddy, because Shaina wasn't going to let them boys suffer for too long. No sirree bob, she had everything set up. She was going to hammer them ties down—gonna lay some boys today, daddy.

Fuck me! I thought. Then I changed my terminology. Fucking was the last thing I wanted my daughter doing—me especially.

She made her demands and I dug my own hole. There was no way out for me. I was already neck deep, because even as these thoughts were drifting through my head about how I didn't want my daughter laying any boys today, I couldn't keep my rebellious eyeballs from drifting over to both Abha and her sexily full Indian body, nor Autumn's pert and still fully exposed nipples. I could see that both of them were starting to get wet and ready, which didn't help at all. I couldn't remember the last time I was with a woman, and my erection was begging me not to pass up any opportunities, no matter who the opportunity came from. There was no doubt in my mind that if either Abha, or Autumn showed themselves as available to me, I wouldn't be strong enough to say no to either of them.

So how could I not comply with my daughter's request?

Does she really want me to look at her that way?

She wanted more than that.

CHAPTER 2

The Dance of Becoming

Shaina's song was slow, a hummingbird captured with a still camera, wings beating in rhythmic time, methodic, pulsing like warm blood, as she shed her robe like a sexy snake shedding skin. I felt my heart pumping, but the feeling was distant, far removed, a cloud passing overhead casting a shadow on my temple as my eyes soaked her in, my daughter, my flesh and my blood. She wore shorts, cut high, hugging tight against her skin, the bottoms of her buttocks peeking out, offering a kind hello. Her thin stomach rippled like the waves in the pool, trim, sleek, and femininely muscled, her half shirt crept below her breast line, keeping her covered, but suggesting that more could be seen—a wrong movement, an unplanned gesture could disturb its placement, but I could see garments beneath. I should be safe from exposure. At least for now.

I watched as her fingers crawled from her neck, sliding down, brushing against her breasts, her eyes half open—balancing in this world, but teetering to another unseen world, a world existing behind the lids of her eyes, a room within her skull, framed in her mind. Those delicate fingers of hers, touched the place above her left nipple, circling it, bringing her breath to a new high as she inhaled deeply. She slid her hand down further, edging toward a new mountain, a mountain of hope and exploration, of discovery, and sweet pleasure, on the verge of sensual pain. Her fingers crept over the brow of her shorts, pressing firm as she continued her journey. Shaina uttered not a word, nor breathed a breath, as her finger moved downward, her hips thrust forward as her fingers touched against her mountain, the peak crested, her fingers tested. She massaged herself momentarily, legs standing a little wider, her hips pumping outward, her womanhood grew hungry—feeding time growing near. She knew it. The boys knew it and like it or not ... I knew it. Shaina was a woman now. I told her I would treat her that way, and sixteen was the date I gave her. She was getting herself ready for the dance that would come after her dance.

She began to lift her shirt, showing what she wore underneath, another bikini, but this one covered her like a bikini should. She tossed her shirt to the side, a casual throw, landing the garment into the pool. She danced her way so that her butt faced us all as she slowly unzipped her jean shorts, folding one flap to the side, using the other as leverage to lower them, pulling her shorts down. My daughter was undressing in front of us all. My daughter was taking off her clothes and I was letting her. My father would be so proud.

The truly sad part about the entire scenario was my utter disappointment as I realized, seeing Shaina continue to lower the ass end of her shorts, that she had bikini bottoms that covered most of her bottom. She turned her head toward me as her shorts dropped to her thighs and smiled, noticing where my gaze was, she dropped her shorts to the cement, and began to slowly gyrate again, pushing her hips toward her small crowd, who whistled and howled as she kept up her seduction. She kept her promise. She took her time. She was in no hurry, reveling in every cat-like movement, slinking toward me, dodging left, feigning indecision, but she knew what she wanted to do, where she wanted to go. She wanted to tease. She wanted to turn each of us on to the point of losing control and I couldn't help but wonder whether we would. It was possible. It was even possible for me. My blood was at a boil and I know she was my daughter but I could feel the need within my loins to have her pinned beneath me. She sensed that. She liked it. The smile on her face kept me informed.

She ended up pausing in front Trevor, hovering over him, casting her shadow across his chest before she kicked a single leg over him. Straddling his waist, she bucked her hips toward him, his eyes glazing over with anticipation. She leaned down, kissing him fully on the mouth, taking his hand and letting him get a taste of what she felt like. His eyes bulged slightly as she ran his hand up her thigh, stopping before the goodies.

She kicked her leg over to the other side of him, did a half turn, and stepped over the chair Todd Baker sat in. She shoved her butt to within an inch of his face, tempting him to break one of her rules. He wanted to. He wanted to lose the control that she was tempting him to lose. I could see it in his face, but that didn't happen.

The boys weren't the only ones turned on by Shaina's dance. I could see, from the corner of my eye, Abha's hand drifting toward her waist. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted release from the pressure she was feeling. She wanted closure. She would have to wait, just like the rest of us.

Autumn wasn't as patient. Her fingers were tweaking her nipples, toying with them. Her eyes were still nailed onto Shaina and her dance, but her fingers were following along like mice following a flute.

Shaina continued to work her little crowd, giving everyone the smallest little taste of what touching her soft skin would be like. Sometimes the touch went to a leg—sometimes her stomach, and once, the top line, just above her breast. Sometimes she let her crony use his hand, but sometimes she let him use a lip, his chest, or his leg. Her dance wasn't about satisfaction. The satisfaction would come later. They all knew that. We all knew that. My heart started in my chest when her eyes drew upon me again. She walked seductively toward me, and I wondered if she would include me in her game, but she passed me by. She went for Autumn, planting a deep and passionate kiss on her mouth, quickly moving her lips to one of Autumn's breasts, teasing her nipple, first with her tongue, then with a soft nibble. Autumn grunted and sucked a deep breath into her lungs.

She went to Abha, who stared at her intently, she, wanting the same treatment, a piece of affection like she gave the others, and Shaina delivered. She stood next to her, bending at her waist, sticking her tongue out, tracing it from the mound of one breast, to the mound beneath the finger that barely covered her monkey. Shaina lingered at that little finger of fabric, taking in an audible breath as if she were drawing in Abha's scent. I think, maybe she was.

She did come to me. She saved me for last. She gave me an intense look. It was a look that any man would kill to get from such a beautiful young woman. It was a look of desire—a look of unfettered hunger, a hunger so intense it could only be described as greed. I had never seen this look on her before. It was a stranger to her face, but she and the look had been introduced and they were friends now. It was a look I would see on her again. And again. And again.

I didn't understand how she could point that look at me. I'm her father. But it was there and I wasn't the only one seeing it in her eyes and on her face. Everyone saw it. She didn't care about that. She kicked her leg over the top of me and her shadow laid on my chest like a napping kitten. She lowered herself slowly onto me, her butt touching above my waist. Too close for my liking. Too far away for my desire. She leaned in close, placing her lips next to my ear.

"Today I become a woman, daddy. Today I earn my stripes," she whispered. She backed away from me, but only slightly. I could feel her breath puffing against my nose. She touched her lips against mine so softly that it couldn't be anything but erotic. She stuck her tongue out, pressing beyond the outer regions, licking the edge of my teeth, pushing further in. I couldn't help but enjoy the taste of her tongue in my mouth. I wanted more, but I was still afraid to admit it.

She brought her lips to my ear again. "I'm a naughty girl, daddy. I always have been. Making me wait didn't change anything, but I waited because you wanted me to. I love you so much, daddy. I'd do anything you told me too. The time for waiting is over now. Now I am unleashed. Now I do what my pussy wants me to."

She slid herself lower onto me and I could feel the heat from her box through my shorts. There was a fire down there. She felt so hot. Her eyes closed as she moaned out. That fire burned like a furnace, starting from her belly, and exiting through the hole she wanted filled.

Will I be her first?

I didn't know, but the thought, never crossing my mind before, was at the forefront of my consciousness. She stood again. Her dance wasn't complete. She still had more clothes to remove.

She retook her position at our feet, her body swaying slowly back and forth in time with her music as she reached behind her. She untied her bikini top, casting it aside as her much more revealing top came into view. It was bright yellow. The material covering each nipple no bigger than a half-dollar and so sheer that it left nothing to the imagination. You could see every nuance of the skin beneath, and I knew at that moment that I did want her. I wanted her like any man wants any woman. How could I not. She was the sexiest creature on the planet, born from my own loins. From those loins, she was created, and through them, I wanted her to attain her womanhood.

Shaina turned around again, her hands tracing down her sides as she went, toying briefly with the strings that held her bottoms in place. She pulled them. Her bottoms fell away easily, leaving only a tiny yellow string pointing at the ground. When she turned around my cock twitched in my shorts and I know she saw it because she smiled again. There was the tiniest patch of yellow, grabbing her monkey like a mouth chewing on a walnut, but I could see right through it.

Do women wear bikinis like this in public? I thought. I knew she ordered this with my card. She bought that garment from a retailer, but it was so revealing that wearing it was nearly pointless. It hid nothing.

Shaina made her rounds again. She stopped and gave everyone another little taste of her. She was sharing herself like a good girl and I couldn't wait to have her back on top of me. I wanted to feel her skin against mine again. She spoiled me with that first taste and I needed more. My cock needed more.

My time finally came again and having her positioned above me brought joy to every nuance of my being. The moment she was straddling me again, she grabbed my hands and began guiding them over her body. "Oh, God, Daddy. I've waited so long for this," she said. Her hips ground into me as she arched her back, pointing her chin to the sky as she moaned, stopping suddenly, pausing right in the middle of her movement. She hitched once—then again. Her arms raising higher as she held her breath in a quake and a shudder. Her eyes shot open, and she slammed both hands down onto my chest.

"Oh my God, Daddy. You just made me cum! Making you hard is so fucking hot!"

I couldn't believe her lack of shame on the subject. She was announcing to all of her friends that I, her daddy, just gave her an orgasm. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. She leaned forward again, this time laying her almost bare chest onto my bare chest. She gave me all of her weight and I accepted it. I wrapped my arms around her, caressing her silky smooth skin, casting away my shame at it. It felt so beautiful having her near naked body lying on top of me. I allowed my hands to explore her, starting with her back, but not satisfied with that, I cupped her small and firm ass.

"I'm such a naughty girl, daddy. My pussy is so bad. It wants to eat every dick around. I know my pussy is bad, daddy, but will you still love me if I do it. If I give her what she wants?"

"Of course I'll still love you sweetie. I'll always love you."

She pulled away far enough to look me in the eyes. "Do you mean it? You'll still love me?"

"Yes," I said.

She leaned forward again, touching her lips to the first fold of my ear. "Can I start with you? Please, please, please. I've wanted to for so long. I want you inside of me, daddy. I want you to fuck me."

"Here?" I whispered back. "Now?"

"Yes. I want everyone here to watch me make love to you. They're here because they already know I want to. They've known for a long time."

"Yes," I said simply. There was no need for a speech.

She sat up quickly. She clapped her hands eagerly, as if she were suddenly transported back ten years in time. "He said yes! He said he'd do it."

"Holy shit," one of the boys commented. I wasn't sure who it was, but it didn't matter. He obviously knew what she meant, which meant she planned this entire thing. By that point, I didn't care. All I cared about was finding out what the inside of my daughter felt like.

She stood up and removed the last remnants of clothing. She nodded for Abha and Autumn and I got the impression that they knew what she meant for them to do. They both got up from their chairs and came over to me. Before I knew what was happening they were removing my shorts and I was on the chair naked.

"Show my daddy how much of a good boy he's being," she said.

Autumn and Abha were on either side of me. But only Abha moved. She bent down and began licking my shaft, teasing me.

"Get him ready for me. Make him wet."

I didn't quite understand exactly what was going on. That epiphany wouldn't come for another day or two, but Abha took me into her mouth, and sucked me sloppily, leaving me wet.

Shaina climbed back onto me. She leaned all the way forward, spreading her legs wide. "Get him started."

I saw Abha bend forward and I could feel her grab me. She moved me around until I could feel my head threatening Shaina's entrance. She looked me straight in the eye. "I need you to forgive me, daddy."

"For what?"

She leaned back in and breathed softly into my ear. "Because I love this so much. Because I want this so bad. I know it makes me naughty but I don't care. I love the idea of having you as my first and I don't want to stop. I want to keep being naughty. I can't help it."

I didn't know what to say. I could only think of one thing.

"I forgive you."

It must have been the right thing, because she pushed herself onto me. I felt myself break through and she did feel amazing. I felt like I fit in there. I felt like I belonged. I reached down, placing one hand on each of her hips and I began to work myself in and out of her. I pumped myself into her and she humped back into me.

"Oh, God ... Yes, daddy. That feels so good," she moaned. The moan came deep within her like the purr of a cat. Every eye watched us with lust-filled envy as I fucked into my daughter. Yes, I wanted her, but so did everyone else.

She leaned forward again to deliver another of our secret messages. At least I hoped they were secret. "I am going to be so naughty, daddy. I want every boy here inside of me before they leave. My pussy wants to eat their cocks. I have such a naughty pussy, daddy. So naughty."

Admitting that to me must have really turned her on. I could feel her juices building up as if she had an ocean inside of her and saying those things caused a tidal wave.

"I want your come, daddy. I want it in me. Will you? Will you come in your naughty daughter?"

All she had to do was ask.

I could feel myself building up. I was ready long before we began, but hearing her beg for it brought me over the edge. I had to do it quick, but I wanted it different. I wanted her beneath me when I came. I lifted her up, causing her to squeal in surprise, flipping her over so she was on the bottom and I began fucking her with everything I had, causing her to scream out as she spread her legs wide for me, humping up with every downward thrust I gave her.

"Oh, God, daddy! I'm cummming!"

She said that one a little loud. The fence would block sights, but not sounds. There was nothing I could do there but hope.

After she came, her face got really serious. "That's it, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." She said it with gritted teeth, like an angry tiger. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck it!"

I realized right then and there that I had a lot to learn about my daughter. I knew her, but I obviously only knew what she wanted me to know. There were more layers to her that I had yet to discover, but I came into her naughty little pussy like she asked me to. I came long and I came hard. I squirted many ropes into her. I don't think I've ever come so hard before, or since. Her pussy was amazing. That was the first thing I learned. Immediately after, I learned something else.

The control she had over the rest of her group was beyond what I imagined. Not only did the girls lick her clean, but the guys did too.

Only Abha's mouth touched my body.

At the time, I didn't know that meant something. It was another revelation that wouldn't come until later. I had a lot of things to learn and the learning had just begun.

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