Chapter 2

Julie sat back a bit to catch her breath and looked down at our crotches, smiled, and said, “Oh Daddy! Look at my panties! You’ve got me so wet! My panties are soaked!” They were so wet in fact, I could see her swollen pussy lips through the lacy soaked-through fabric. I couldn’t help but stare, taking in the sight. The wet black panties, clinging to her pussy like a second skin, made my cock throb eagerly.

She got up off my painfully erect cock and stepped forward, straddling me until the crotch of her underwear was directly in front of my nose. “See how wet you’ve made me?” She pushed her hips a bit closer.

As she got up off me I had a brief moment to think about the seriousness and implications of what we were doing. It was a chance for me to stop this before it got any more involved and we went someplace we might not be able to return from.

But that moment of semi-clarity ended when she pushed her hips a bit closer, her dampness rubbing the tip of my nose. The musky scent of an impassioned woman filled my nostrils clouding my brain once again.

“You like my wet panties, Daddy?” she asked. “You like the way I smell?”

Any thought of the wickedness of sex with my own daughter was wiped away and my mind returned to the intense pleasure my body craved. All I wanted was to smell her, taste her, fuck her.

I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and pressing my face into the wet lacy panties. I drew a deep breath savoring the sweet musky scent of my girl then moaned with lust as I rubbed my nose back and forth across the saturated clothing. I stuck out my tongue and licked up some of the sweet juice that permeated her panties, but that only drove me deeper into my lustful stupor.

I started to pull down her panties to get at what was causing such a delightful aroma, but Julie suddenly stopped me. Confused and a little bit angry, I looked up at her.

“Before we fuck – and we are going to fuck – I want you to promise me two things Daddy,” she said smiling down at me.

“What’s that, babygirl?” I asked, desperate to move on with things.

“Well, first I want you to promise me that when we are in bed you will call me babygirl. I love that name and I want to be your babygirl in bed.

“Second, I want you to cum in me. I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to feel your cum splash against my pussy walls so I know you enjoyed yourself completely. A woman wants to know she has satisfied her man and, Daddy, you are my man,” she said.

“But honey, I don’t want you getting pregnant! How would we explain that to people?” I said.

She giggled, “Oh Daddy, I’ve been on the pill for a year and a half now. I won’t get pregnant.”

“But how? I’ve never bought them for you and you never asked for them.”

“Daddy, I lost my cherry about a month after I turned sixteen. It was to a boy at school that I liked at that time. Sorry ... I actually wanted you to be my first, but you wouldn’t have done it back then. Anyway, after that I went to my school counselor and explained that we didn’t have a lot of money. She said I should go to the free clinic downtown and talk to them. I did and ever since then every couple of months I get a two month supply of birth control free. I just told them I lived on my own and I didn’t have a job. It was a teeny lie, but we couldn’t afford the pills back then anyway.”

“I see. So you’ve been on the pill for almost two years, is that what you said?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Well then maybe we should take this little party into the bedroom – what do you say, babygirl?”

Julie got a grin a mile wide at my suggestion and as I stood up, she threw her arms around my neck. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist and I put my hands under her, supporting her under her tight apple ass as I carried her, reverse piggyback style, to the bedroom.

I walked us over to the edge of the bed and set her down beside it. “Now then let’s open that present shall we?” Her babydoll was already untied and opened in the front so I slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it onto the end of the bed. Then I turned my attention to her wet panties. I took hold of the ribbon ties at her hips and slowly pulled as I watched Julie bite her bottom lip in anxious excitement.

Her mother used to do the same thing and it meant that she was looking for some kind of acknowledgement, some kind of validation. And I knew it was this same need in my daughter now. She needed me to tell her she was beautiful ... desirable as a woman and as a sex partner.

As the ties on her panties came undone and the scant garment fell to the floor I saw my girl in all her womanly splendor. The sight took my knees away and I sat down on the bed in awe.

“Oh my God, Julie, you’re...” I said dumbstruck.

“What? You don’t like me?” she asked, starting to get nervous.

“No! No, you are fucking beautiful, babygirl!” I said quickly “Just like your mother!”

Growning up, Julie would always ask me if she was as pretty as her mother and of course, I would always tell her yes. But now I wasn’t being an encouraging father ... now I was a completely captivated man!

“Aww, thank you Daddy,” she said smiling that trademark smile. Then with her eyes locked on mine she cupped her tits, “So what kind of things do you like to do, Daddy. What did you and Mom do?”

Rather than answer her in words I stood up and spun my little girl around pushing her gently backward until the edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she sat back on the bed where I was just sitting.

I immediately knelt in front of her and pushed her knees apart, scooting forward between them.

“Oh, you want to kiss your babygirl’s wet little pussy, don’t you Daddy!” she said teasingly.

She wouldn’t be mocking for long as I pressed my face into the moist cleft of her neatly-trimmed pussy. My tongue went forward on the search for the precious pearls of sweetness it knew were hiding in the soft folds and wrinkles inside her tunnel.

“Oh God, Daddy! Your tongue feels so good” she said, thrusting her hips upward and spreading her legs further apart, allowing my tongue to push deeper into the soft, wet folds of her young womanhood.

Holding my head in her hands, she smeared her honey all over my nose, cheeks and chin, groaning each time I plunged my tongue up inside her. “Taste me, Daddy! Eat your little girl!” she cried as passion boiled over in her.

I grabbed her around the legs and took her hood-covered clit in my mouth, sucking it hard until I could get my teeth behind the nub and hold it in place. I licked and rubbed my tongue across the morsel while my fingers found the entrance to her sweet, dripping pussy.

I licked her sensitive clit with my tongue while stabbing my fingers into her pussy, my fingertips grazing her g-spot and wriggled and twisted inside her.

“Ohh fuck, Daddy. Oh, that feels so good! You’re gonna make me cum!” she cried as her legs quivered and she fought the increasing urge to let go.

“That’s the point!” I said between clit licks and finger thrusts. “I want you to cum. I want my babygirl to cum all over Daddy’s face.”

With one hand on my head, the other gripping a wad of the pillow under her head, she humped her hips, trying to maintain contact with my tongue. Her moans got louder and more urgent as I kept working on her drooling pussy.

She had reached the edge of her abyss and stared into the sweet blackness of her orgasm. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, fuck that feels so good! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, Daddy! Yes! Yess! Ohhh fuck!” Then I felt her pussy walls collapse and grip my fingers as she let out a long, loud wail. A fresh flood of her honey soaked my hand as it poured from within her sweet hole.

Her thighs instinctively clamped down on my head as I continued to torment her orgasming pussy, not backing off and making her agony last as long as I could. She bucked and pitched as wave after wave of orgasmic convulsions washed over her like the giant waves surfers love. But she wasn’t riding these waves – she was being tumbled around like a towel in a washing machine! Her mind was reeling she had no sense of reality ... she was completely unprepared for such a powerful force.

I’m sure that Julie felt her orgasm would go on forever, but in reality it only lasted a few minutes. When the orgasm began subside and it released her body, she collapsed onto the bed moaning and panting heavily, her sweat-matted hair plastered to her forehead and beads of sweat running down her face messing up her makeup. She looked even more beautiful and I moved up her still shaking body to kiss her.