A Daughter Growing Up - Ch.1

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A DAUGHTER GROWING UP- Chapter 3

Introduction: (Tags as at beginning Ch. 1 apply here equally)

My now 9y.o. Daughter, Ellie, was a stunning model-like young woman, fit and trim and slim,

thanks in part to Dad`s insistence on a minimum of junk-food, fried food, sweets and sugar, and

on the sports activities she enjoyed to do, but which depleted the bank account.

She also enjoyed the activities she and Daddy continued to do, though sucking my cock had

progressed to 3 times a week – if her Homework was done properly and on time, and if her

School reports continued to reflect Excellence academically.

My finger had also become 2, and one night when she became over-excited, we broke her

hymen, way too young, but it happened, and with a squeak, and a glance at the blood as I

grabbed tissues, she shrugged it off: her sex education, from me principally, had already told her

this would happen one day, but I hadn`t expected, nor intended, to have it so early.

The following night, her vagina not sore she told me, Ellie said “Daddy, do you remember 1 or 2

years ago, I told you `I know where it should go` about your penis, your cock, Daddy” using the

word she preferred these days.

“Yes, Ellie, you really started sucking it that time” but she was shaking her head; “I didn`t mean

my mouth, Daddy…”

It didn`t take a genius to know where else she was referring to my cock going, but I wasn`t going

there in conversation.

“Ellie, we can`t talk about that, ok” and my voice was in its serious tone.

“Ok, Daddy, not tonight – but we will do, one day…soon” she finished, mumbling, but loud

enough for me to hear.

“I`m going downstairs to watch the News, Ellie; you go to sleep and I`ll be back later to sleep”

and I leaned down for our goodnight kiss.

Part 1

No ordinary kisses these main `good night` ones; neither, perhaps, the last, but always the most

intense of the day, as Ellie opened her mouth to mine, and her tongue waited to do her best to

fuck in my mouth and excite my cock to the point she knew I`d give in to her and let her have it

for her hands and mouth.

She coaxed my body to lie down this night, my shorts-clad one, with the ever-growing prick

inside, against her naked one – pyjamas having finally been refused quite some time ago, and

she slept naked every night, under the duvet, if we had the A/C on, or just on the bed top if she

wanted only the fan, until I covered her, when asleep, with a sheet.

Her mouth sought mine; mine gave itself freely every night now, no resistance, and my arm

went around her body to cuddle her to me.

Her hand brushed over my cock`s head, causing it to jump, but she knew this wasn`t the time

Daddy wanted to do more, so she also put her arm around me and her nails and fingers grazed

and stroked and caressed my shirtless back.

She lay more prone, more on to her back, and my hand had to come from behind her, sliding

across her arm and on to her chest, and tonight, this very first night, there were hard tiny nipples,

about as big as a (large) pin head, and I groaned as my hand came to her right one, and then to

check her left one, and I had no control over myself but to twirl them and twiddle them in my

fingers, ever so gently.

“Oh Daddy” she said, breaking the kiss, pushing my head away, but then pulling that head to her

non-existent breasts, but to her now clearly feeling tingly, maturing nipples.

I put my lips to her closest, left nipple, hardly able to close over it, but I sucked where her mound

of breast would be one day, and had enough skin and her nipple for my lips to clasp and suck

on.

Ellie groaned and moaned; her hand in my hair – which only she was ever allowed to ruffle and

mess with – and she was excited and almost writhing under my tiny sucking motions of this

newly-formed part of her body.

When I put fingers back to her right nipple too, she collapsed down, still, and groaned even

louder, “Oh Daddy, that is so wonderful!”

My teeth gripped her nipple, and I mumbled “yes, it is, baby” and kept hold as my tongue tickled

her.

“Daddy, put your fingers in me, please – I need to feel them now, together with your mouth;

please, Daddy!”

She couldn`t reach my cock, but she tried.

I could reach her vagina, however, and I was aroused even more tonight, with the discovery of

her nipples, and I acceded to her wishes – to mine also – and I slipped a finger in my mouth,

rubbing her nipple while wetting my finger, and she lifted her torso off the bed, so newly-aroused

tonight my daughter was, and her Father the same.

Sliding my wet finger up and down her slit, it opened the petals of her young womanhood, and I

slipped inside, waiting for the excretions even Ellie could make now to ease the insertion, and

when that finger was slippery, my second finger joined it, and probed her very gently.

I put my thumb at the top of her slit and fussed around to find what would grow into her mature

clit, but it already knew its job was arousal, and it stimulated her tonight more than usual, and my

daughter was on her path to new discoveries tonight: her nipples were sensitive, and loved

Daddy`s mouth on them; her clit was sensitive and loved Daddy`s thumb on it at the same time

as her nipples were being sucked, and Daddy`s fingers were making her wetter than ever when

all this was combined.

 

“Daddy, I need your cock in me!”

 

I stopped everything.

My mouth off her nipple, I said “No, Ellie; I know what you mean, and the answer is absolutely

not!”

She thought I was angry; I wasn`t, but I was aroused to the point I would have done what she told

me, probably if she hadn`t said the words, and I was mentally hitting myself to get some sense

into my entire being.

I kissed her mouth gently; “I love you, Ellie, more than anything, but at 9y.o. we can`t go there.

You need to sleep, and I am going to watch the last 5 minutes of the News; sleep, my beautiful

young Lady, Daddy loves you.”

I left her, quiet, perhaps teary-eyes, but I had to leave her and take my aching cock away from

the temptation which was growing day by day, and even more, night by night.

 

As it transpired, my wife was downstairs watching Thai TV, a series.

She saw me while I was deep in thought, and at the bottom of the stairs, my cock was pushing

my shorts out front, and they were covered in a very large wet patch.

“Well, Ellie must be growing up if she can do that to you, husband, her Daddy” and I came to my

senses, somewhat, and realised what she was talking about.

“Come here” she said/commanded, “Before the neighbour wives rush in when they see you!”

She was lying on my bed, using my pillow; I headed for my lounge chair, but she patted the bed

beside her.

“Sit here; let`s talk” and that was so unusual for us, I was dumbfounded and sat beside her,

noting she was in one of  the night-dress she used until she too went to bed naked, as she had

learned from me early in our many years of marriage.

This night-dress was crocheted, loose and with very large armpits, and a deep cleavage `V`; her

breasts were hardly concealed `any which way but loose`, and my cock did not

deflate…remembering our earlier years of passion and multiple bouts of sex, and the arousal so

recently from Ellie.

She caressed my cock through the material of my shorts; “It`s been a long time, hasn`t it

husband, and a long time since I have seen this so very big.”

I put my brain into gear; “Yes, a long time – since about the same time as you started getting

your sex from another man, or woman, I don`t know, and didn`t need me, my wife; only needing

my money.”

It was the brutal truth, to be sure, and time it was said, and though I lusted for her breasts, that

was all I wanted.

My wife threw the TV remote beside her on the bed, and went upstairs, but at least she said

“Yes, I know” which was quite an admission from her.

But the thoughts about her breasts took me back to Ellie`s new nipples, and I knew I would wait

for her breasts…..

Part 2

(Fast forward…)

 

At 11y.o. my Ellie was a handful, in my hands and in my mouth – and I mean her breasts, or

`tits` as she wanted me to call them: matching the different words she now used for my penis.

We never went to sleep without me sucking on them, even if she was asleep, but her nipples,

now small button-sized, always woke and hardened.

I had to stay up later and later, until she was asleep, or I had a battle to escape her most devious

attempts to get my cock inside her vagina, forbidding her, and myself, from doing that.

She had some hairs around her pubic area, asked me if I liked them or should she use Mum`s

razor, do like Mum.

I was aghast at the thought of her cutting herself, and told her to let it grow for now, and decide in

the future.

Truth was, also, I loved nipping on them when I put my mouth to her `cunt`, as she now liked me

to call her vagina, and, yes, I now ate her cunt, and she was now able to truly orgasm, with my

tongue, or my fingers, inside her.

It was all heading one way: she knew that, and I tried to ignore it.

 

She was in Secondary School now, a year younger than most pupils, but as `Excellent` as

always.

Friends came around at times, girls only, and I allowed her freedom to go to the Mall some

Saturdays, when her Mother was working, but there was a strict curfew, and a prohibition on the

movies with a boy.

It never fazed Ellie; she was always home well in advance of 21.00 curfews, and she always

seemed happiest at home with Dad, according to her friends (who told me).

She and I often went out for dinner, just the 2 of us.

Ellie always looked magnificent, years older than she was, and made me proud every time: her

manners, her language eloquence, her choices of food for us, her talk about this and that, and

her attention to taking care of me – and the compliments paid to me about my `companion`.

We always sat with me at one end of a table, and Ellie swapped between being on my left or

right – why she did that, I never asked, and she never said, but perhaps it was to change the

hand which was always seeking to rub my cock through, or in, whatever shorts I was wearing,

while I restricted myself to caresses of her glorious, satin-smooth legs.

She was satisfied and smirking when my cock was so hard I couldn`t get up and away from the

table – perhaps her way of prolonging our nights out: she certainly always accomplished that!

 

Tonight, however, I was tired and Ellie made some food for herself; workers across the road,

renovating a house, prevented me from my usual 1 hour afternoon nap, all I needed to be

rejuvenated then for the rest of the day.

And that missed nap seemed to tire me today more than usual.

When Ellie went upstairs for her shower, using the hot-water bathroom of her Mother on this

cooler night, I vaguely saw a little BBC News, but gave up and locked the front door – my wife

would open herself, naturally with her own keys, as she was out, somewhere – cleaned my teeth

and gargled with Listerine, and turned off the lights and went upstairs to our bed.

I shed my shorts, spread the duvet out, though only the fan was on, and picked up my

book…and fell asleep.

 

I didn`t wake; I stirred, as Ellie`s mouth came to mine and her body was leaning, climbing on

mine.

She kissed me with passion, and I responded, but I didn`t open my eyes – couldn`t seem to open

them – though my arms stretched around her, I thought, and clasped her budding breasts to my

chest, and was vaguely aware of her legs clambering over me.

When Ellie eased up from the kiss, I mumbled “night, my daughter” and turned my head to the

pillow, expecting both of us to fall back to, or to, sleep.

 

Clearly not Ellie`s idea at all, as I woke slowly, thinking she had taken advantage of my

sleepiness to wrap her lips around my cock.

But it wasn`t her mouth`s lips I realised after some moments, as she raised her cunt and

swallowed most of my length as she came down with it, her body astride me.

She was fucking me very slowly, moaning softly “Daddy, Daddy” but trying not to wake me I

concluded.

I debated: I could be angry and throw her off; or I could let her do that which she clearly had

decided to do, stay `asleep` and let her finish herself; or I could make this first time more

memorable, wake up, and make real love with my Daughter Lover.

I put my hands up to her hips and slid them up to her young mounded breasts and pinched her

nipples into their full hardness.

She looked at me; I smiled, “it`s rape if you don`t ask someone first, Ellie; it`s Love, such as we

have, if you do ask.”

“I thought you would say `No`, Daddy, and I wanted this so bad, Daddy, and your cock got hard

just at a little touch, and you were asleep, and it was a gift, Daddy: that`s how it seemed to me,

and I accepted it, thank you.”

I might suggest she become a lawyer, the way she just twisted the whole thing around – from

fear of my refusal, to my offer of a gift!

“You might also enjoy this first time the most you can, if I am a party to the love-making, Ellie.”

I slid back to her hips, helped her rise, and waited with my cock at her entrance, throbbing there,

and then I suddenly pulled her/let her drop, but putting my hands under her buttocks quickly to

prevent her being pierced by the whole length of the spear she was impaling herself on.

She squealed a little, then moaned, and I lifted my hips to move around inside her cunt, her

juices well flowing, the path slippery and easy to negotiate.

Ellie laid closer down to prone on me, and she found, for herself, my pubic bones could rub

against her small, budding clit, and stimulate her still further.

She had her first real orgasm from fucking then, and she roughly pulled my arms and hands to

her side, my hands back to her breasts and she bounced and settled her cunt down the whole

length of my shaft, and she wailed out, “Oh Daddy, fuck me!”

So I rolled her over on the bed, never uncoupling our bodies, and I lightly put myself on top of

her.

I did my best to take her to the heights of ecstasy, with a long, varied making of love with her,

strokes changing, keeping her expectant but unknowing of what I might do next.

Sometimes, I gave her some hard, few plunges, and she thrashed; sometimes, just diddled at

her entrance, rubbing my head on her clit, and she grabbed for my hips in frustration, and I

smiled down at her, kissing her lips, but not letting her thrust her tongue in me.

Slowly, at times, the whole length of her very tight tunnel, feeling its wrinkles and bumps, until I

reached the ends of her being without hurting her, and I slowly eased back again; sometimes

repeating it, sometimes faster, sometimes resting, letting her breathing come easier for her, but

only slightly and I resumed, and at these times her body shook with emotions and feelings, and

that`s when I might pound her a little, knowing an orgasm was climbing to a climax.

That is also when my hands pulled at her nipples, or my mouth nibbled at them, or I did let her

tongue enter my mouth, and we hungrily swallowed each other from the inside out.

But it was when I moved from her lips to her throat and around to her earlobes and sucked them

in, biting on the soft flesh, that Ellie really threw her hips up at my cock, and let out a huge

growling purr, and her cunt became wetter still as a fresh wave of climax overtook her and

released a wave of passion as well as orgasmic juices – and I knew I had found a highly

erogenous spot of my Daughter.

I joined her in this thrilling finale, and let my cock have its head, so to speak, and ride in and out

of her newly-fucked cunt like a serpent coiling back and darting forward repeatedly for new bites

at its prey, and Ellie writhed and groaned and growled and scratched now at my back and hips,

digging in for more purchase, more intense feelings, and it brought me to my own pent-up

release, and as the semen began flooding through my cock, my own voice growled, and I bit her

earlobe tighter, and felt the battering waves of my offering ramming at her gates, ignoring its own

sterility, but wanting entrance, and the serenity enveloped me, us, then, and the floating clouds

were below us, with only the Mountain of Pure Love before my consciousness, surely before my

eyes too, and it was surreal, yet it  was so real.

We were in those moments of total bliss, reaching what the ancients call the `Clouds and the

Rain` when the body`s release of its joyous fluids transport the lovers to a mythical realm of

Perfection.

Part 3

Ellie had clearly collapsed, when I regained common senses a few seconds, or a few hours later,

but I could see by the night sky through the window, a glow to her face and, surely, a smile on it.

I lightly kissed her lips, gently slid myself out and off her and to the side, finally checking the

bedside clock: 02.55.

Assuming my wife was home, though I hadn`t heard anything to become aware of her in the

house – I had been rather occupied pleasing, and being pleased by, Ellie.

She did sometimes pop her head in our door to say good night, if she saw the light still on, but I

guess Ellie had turned it off before she began her one-woman love-making to me.

I rose from our bed, needing to urinate, and quietly left the room, creeping down the stairs

without turning on the light, not touching the squeaky banister, but being very careful as I

counted off the steps.

Using my own bathroom, I went to the front door, and outside for a cigarette, which I smoked

while sitting on the shadowed stone seat outside, my nakedness normal for me, and the prospect

of being seen virtually nil.

I only smoked half and stubbed it out, as I had decided on something; inside for Listerine, and

back up the stairs, but before I could enter our room, my wife opened her door, peering out at

me, at my body and, rather unusually at my cock it seemed, as she came then to use her

bathroom.

“Don`t you think Ellie might be getting a little too old to sleep with her naked Dad?”

I stared at her now, at her breasts mostly, remembering them with pleasure, and she shifted and

they bobbed just a fraction: perhaps to show me they are still firm and big.

I shrugged, “Perhaps if you and I had slept together, naked or otherwise, for a longer time, we

might have got Ellie to accept sleeping by herself. I don`t know the answer, but you can try

telling Ellie that; good luck, and good night, my wife” and I actually leaned to kiss her lips lightly,

before I quietly went inside, to a naked Ellie.

She was astir; “that was Mum, I guess; what did she say, Daddy” but I climbed in with her under

the duvet and kissed her, before answering “she thinks you are too old to sleep with your naked

Dad”.

“Ha” she guffawed, “I will never stop that!”

“Can we do that again now, Daddy – have sex, I mean. That was incredible, just like I knew it

would be, but I went to some Fantasy Land, and…oh, it was unbelievable, Daddy!”

“It was for me too, my baby girl – my Lover, but it might not always be as perfect as that was:

that is the nature of making love, so don`t think it will be as your Fantasy Land every time, or you

will be disappointed, and throw me away for a new lover probably.”

“Daddy” and she had a stern voice on, pouting, “don`t ever say stupid things like that, Daddy: I

love you, and I will always want it to be you.”

“Ok, my Daughter, I apologise, it was a stupid thing to say.”

“Now, to answer your question: no, we aren`t doing it again now; I went downstairs and I made a

decision: School nights are `no-sex` nights; that way, we`ll both be rested for the weekends!

Now, get some rest…before School, please, my Lover-Daughter, and let your Daddy get some

too; good night, honey, I love you” and I kissed her hungrily but chastely, and didn`t let her start

things all over again.

She hadn`t replied to my decision; that meant she was scheming, I was sure.

 

I woke hearing my wife start her shower, but I needed the toilet very fast – always – and I rose,

no time to get downstairs, and said to my wife, through the closed door of her bathroom –

something I had asked her to do so as not to wake us up so early – “Can I come in, please!”

A mumbled “ok” and I pushed the door open, took the 3 steps and opened the lid of the toilet to

piss very hard and very quickly!

My wife was busy wetting her hair to wash it, the spray of the shower nozzle, held in her hand,

going everywhere, including over much of me.

Her arms were above her head, lifting her torso and breasts high, her nipples taut and erect from

the cool, though hot, water….

I don`t know why I did it, but when I had finished, and was about to flush and make a noise, I

didn`t, just closed the toilet lid quietly.

Turning closer, ignoring the spray, my 2 hands reached for her breasts and nipples, and closed

on them both/all, lightly, gently, fondly.

She had been about to turn off the water and reach for her shampoo; she did turn off the water,

but asked quietly “what are you doing, husband” – without moving away or reaching to take my

hands and fingers off her.

“I`ve missed them, missed holding them” I simply said, “you really do have beautiful breasts, my

wife” and my hands and fingers kept fondling, and I was rewarded, if surprised somewhat, her

nipples responded and grew even tauter within my fingers embrace.

“Oh” she said quietly, “so have I” and she pushed them at my hands, and one of them I released,

and took in my mouth, and I nursed on her breast, as I used to – a very long time ago.

“Oh god” my wife said, “that is so nice” and she backed against the wall, my mouth following,

held to her nipple on one side, and my hand to the other, and my cock growing and probing, until

her hand came to it, stroking.

She spread her legs wide, and brought my cock to her bare, shaven cunt, and rubbed the head

of my cock against her opening, against the big clit I knew she had there, and she moaned, and

said “do it again” and pulled my hardness to go inside.

And I stuffed her full of it, hard and straight and with no restraint, and she grunted, and said “god,

it`s bigger”, and I was, and I rammed her with it, to remind her what she had decided to give up,

and I had no concerns I would come inside her – Ellie had seen to that and emptied me – but I

was hard, hard for her, hard for the memories, hard for the bad times, hard for the times when

we did this for fun, until Ellie was born, and she gave up being a Wife and soon gave up being a

Mother.

So I jammed myself in her cunt, and bit on her tits and mauled with my hand the one I wasn`t

biting, while my other hand went behind her big buttocks and helped her get the fullness of me

inside.

“My daughter has made me bigger” I roughly said, and ploughed my whole length from her

entrance to her depths, my hand snaking under her and gouging at her clit, and she squealed

and grunted again as I fucked her harder than ever I had for so many years before we never

fucked, and she squawked “god, more” and so I pulled out, turned her around to face the

bathroom wall, spread her legs again, pulled them further out, and put my cock back where it

had been, and now I fucked her truly.

She climaxed, and I hit her clit with my fingers, strummed it, and she kept on the top of her

orgasm, even croaked “more” and I pulled on her nipples, using them to drag her back against

me as my cock went forwards into her, ignoring her yelping, enjoying both her orgasms, and any

pain she might be feeling, because she had caused me and Ellie so much distress and pain over

the years.

But, it wasn`t rape, because she had invited me, and kept inviting me to do more, and I thought

to bring her to one more orgasm would be enough, so I kept inventing strokes and rhythms and

timing  - and she did orgasm, but wasn`t done with me.

“Empty in me” she gasped, knowing full-well it would only be useless semen, and I didn`t

understand why she would even want it.

“Why” I asked, even as I pumped her, wondering if I even had enough stamina left to continue

much longer, or indeed if I could come again for a while.

I slowed, easing back, as it seemed she wanted to say something.

“You, and Ellie, have always thought I have a boyfriend” and she paused to cover my hands on

her breasts, softening my grip on her nipples.

“No man has been in here since you and I stopped doing this.”

Now that was a surprise; she always liked sex, before some schism between us just stopped it –

well, it was because she wasn`t much of a mother once Ellie stopped sucking her milk, and

that`s when I gave up on my wife and devoted myself to my daughter solely.

“I like girls, husband, not other men. When I saw your cock so hard a while back, it made me

want it; and when I saw you and Ellie fucking tonight – yes, I looked in to say `good night` and I

wanted to share in it again.”

There was a lot going on here, not the least that she knew Daddy was fucking his 11y.o.

Daughter!

However, I neither heard nor detected any threat, not even an implied one of `telling` on me, but

a desire to share my cock with her own Daughter, it appeared.

But it was also that she liked being with the female of our species; I hadn`t even thought of that

possibility.

But I had a sudden feeling of betraying Ellie, and my cock responded by beginning a withdrawal,

albeit not a deflation.

I said with a smile, “You need to finish your shower or you`ll be late for work, and I need a little

more rest before I could `empty` anywhere. I am glad we had this talk, my wife, but am not quite

sure where we go from here at the moment; bye, have a nice day” and I kissed her lips, turned

the shower spray on and washed my genitals, gave the nozzle to her, and left, drying myself on

Ellie`s towel hanging over the banister railing.

Back in bed, I cuddled Ellie with an arm under her shoulders, hand wrapped around one breast,

my other hand the other breast, and my cock nestled up against her bottom; she sighed and

snuggled back closer, and I drifted off, perhaps with a perplexed furrow to my brow.

 

Part 4

The bedside alarm woke me with a startle, but Ellie clearly had been awake; she giggled, “bit

tired this morning, Daddy?”

I tweaked her nipples, conveniently within my fingers, and she squeaked, laughing.

I rolled away and out of bed, “time for you to shower, my daughter; I am going downstairs” and I

kissed her “good morning, what a beautiful morning it is, Lover” and she smiled as I parted from

her lips, “yes, it is, my Lover, even if it was a storm outside: today is a perfect day after a perfect

night; thank you, Daddy” and a final, sweet kiss and I grabbed my shorts and went downstairs

naked, to shower.

 

While Ellie took longer to shower, wash her hair, put on light make-up, dry and brush her hair and

dress for School, I thought, debated, and decided.

As she ate her bowl of cereal, I said “Ellie, I am also tired because I had sex with your Mother

when she got up for her shower this morning.”

She had stopped eating while I spoke, but then resumed for a minute, leaving me anxious as to

her reaction: anger, violence, silent treatment, denial of sexual offerings, disappointment….

“I know, Daddy; I listened to most of it” and she carried on until she had finished her bowl, drank

the remaining milk from the rim, and stood to plant a milk-mouthed kiss on my lips, on her way

to wash and rinse her bowl and spoon in the sink.

I waited.

“I am not sure about the `sharing`, Daddy; she can`t just come back into our lives after all these

years, so I agree with you: not sure where we go from here with her, but I guess I am happy, for

you, she hasn`t had boyfriends.”

“Ellie, just one comment: boyfriends or girlfriends isn`t important, really; the fact your Mother

needed somebody else after marrying me and having you, that meant she was missing

something in her Life, so, if she has found it, I am willing to let her have that.”

“Ok, Daddy, guess I didn`t say it very well, but you are right. As for sex with you, that might be

between Mum and me, and she`s got no chance! I know that`s why you didn`t finish with her,

Daddy, knew it when you came back to bed and cuddled me so tightly: you love me, Daddy.”

She went upstairs to clean her teeth, down to collect her bag, and some fruit I insisted she take

every day, and was ready when the School mini bus pulled up to collect her – the traffic to her

School could be horrendous and it was better for my stress-levels if she was late on the School

bus rather than with her Dad stuck in traffic – and we had our normal kiss `bye, but she stuck

her tongue in this morning, a big grin, and skipped out to climb aboard.

Well, well: what a mature young Daughter I had helped grow-up, until now at least, so far so

good.

(Fast Forward….)

 

By 13y.o. my Daughter was a Woman in all respects, except she would naturally grow more,

and would naturally get older.

She was also developing the most fascinating breasts, courtesy of her Mother no doubt, and I

had a very hard time keeping my hands and mouth away from them, unfettered as they mostly

were when at home, or even sometimes when we went out – causing her Daddy no end of

painful erections all through a lunch or dinner.

Not that she ever displayed them brazenly – it was just that I knew she was bra-less, and they

were loose and so close to grasp!

 

Her nipples and aureoles had also developed into a rich plum colour, or purple – depending on

the light – just like her Mothers.

They were crinkled when relaxed, but hardened into smoothness, and so, so delightful to have in

my mouth.

To stay away from them…oh, that was a challenge!

One that I often failed to overcome, and Ellie delighted in my times of failure, and offered them

to me at any time she sensed I needed them.

The only competition she had was her Mother, who, rarely, but occasionally, let it be known she

would like her `share` of me, in her bed usually, once downstairs on my floor mattress, used now

only for a daytime nap, and again in the bathroom when showering – my bathroom, when I was

showering.

Ellie tolerated these as necessary: she knew, as well as I, the trouble her Mother could cause if

she chose to report me for incest.

So she feigned a blind eye when my cock and my body went to her Mother, and she

immediately needed sex afterwards: to `clean you Daddy` she said.

 

Tonight, my wife was home very early – very early for her, but a time she could be home

normally if she chose.

Ellie was at a friend`s further up the Village, working on a team project for School; she`d be

home by 20.30, I had no doubt.

My wife smiled a greeting, but went upstairs as normal, leaving me to watch a Rugby match –

the reason I wasn`t out having a beer around the corner.

After a few minutes she was back, wrapped only in her towel, groaning as she came to my floor

mattress and, moaning more, lay down.

Not pleased she was going to interrupt my Rugby, I asked “what`s wrong?”

“Oh my back; husband, could you give me a massage – you know, like you used to, please, I`m

nearly dead” she finished, the comment a standard one for Thai people feeling a slight twinge of

pain or illness!

Stifling a sigh of frustration, at the least I asked her to turn around, face down but facing the TV,

so I could at least still vaguely watch the game; she groaned in complaint, but complied, lying

and un-wrapping the towel from her body, leaving her rear side naked.

I sat on her upper thighs, from where my long arms could reach from her neck and shoulders to

her buttocks.

She said it was her shoulder and middle back, so I began probing my fingers into the tendons

and muscles…and the touch on her caused a growing cock to begin in my thin, house shorts.

“Could you take your shorts off, husband” she mumbled, her face down in the mattress, “they

are scratching me.”

I did; the screen door was closed, no-one was expected before Ellie, and that was a good 2

hours away, it was dark, and we were down at floor-level, well below anyone`s line of sight.

Now we were as we used to be: naked, my cock stretching between her buttocks, and a

husband giving his wife a therapeutic, yet stimulating massage.

“That`s feeling better” she said, wriggling her bottom under my lighter weight, spreading her legs,

her thighs, inviting my cock to slide between them, towards her cunt.

My cock was obliging, and already leaking pre-cum to ease the passage, but I endeavoured to

ignore it, and worked on the massage.

She groaned at the appropriate moments, as if my fingers had found the sore spots, but there

was something `Hollywood` about the groans.

I moved down her spine, fingers spread wide, pressing hard all the way to her coccyx, and back

up.

Then I pummelled her, not too hard, with the method taught to me in Viet Nam: the bottom of my

hands with clenched fists, hammering up and down her back and shoulders, all over.

She made vibrating noises as I did it, squirmed as if finding it painful, but that made my cock also

squirm, and only when I paused to belatedly find the Rugby had finished – and I didn`t even

know the final score – did I realise my cock was at her cunt`s entrance, and she was opening to

it.

Well, what was I to do?

I stopped massaging and lifted her hips and buttocks a little, enough to shuffle myself forward,

and my cock to enter her, no doubt happily – my cock, I mean – though perhaps for my wife

too.

As I leaned forward to continue massaging her shoulders, my cock naturally moved forward

further inside, and back similarly: it was rather erotic, I admitted to myself, thus growing my cock

another centimetre or two inside her cunt.

Her big breasts were splayed somewhat out to the sides of her face-down torso, and it took but a

little fiddling to have my hands go under her, find her nipples and begin massaging them and her

breasts.

Now she did moan.

And that also extended my cock in her.

As noted, Ellie had inherited her mother`s genes, those which determined breasts at least – as

one would expect of course – but had yet to reach the size of either the mounds or the nipples

when aroused: they were incredibly beautiful, as I remembered every (rare) time I now held

them again.

They drove me on, all by themselves, and I forgot all about the massage of her back, and

massaged her breasts, and now put my cock to more work fucking her, holding her breasts

tightly to stop her body moving away as my cock ploughed its furrow forward.

I always liked this position with her; she could squeeze her buttocks and thighs tightly around my

cock, actually making it difficult to fuck, but all the more arousing for that, as it caused a slowing

down of the stroking, and a greater feel of every millimetre of penetration.

Which made me try harder, more forcefully, and that seemed to convey to my cock: be

stronger, and it swelled and probed, and then I pulled back suddenly to the opening of her,

pushed my cock mentally up and rammed her clit and, when she cried out from the feel of that, I

sent my cock shooting straight back inside her tunnel, all the way to the barriers of her uterus,

and battered against her door, my cock like a shark shaking its prey in its mouth, and my cock

shook and pushed and wanted this final stop, therein to place the offering which my balls were

now sending up my shaft and I did deposit it as far inside as it was possible for me to go.

She cried out again, salaciously, and I pushed through her thighs and buttocks until my groin

hairs felt squashed inside the opening of her cunt, mingling with the juices she was ejecting,

perhaps to make room for my juices flowing into her.

I couldn`t remember the last time she and I had progressed this far; it was somewhat

disconcerting that I had enjoyed it so far so much, and my wife seemed to also.

 

“My back feels wonderful now, husband” she began, after we both caught our breaths for some

minutes, me lying down on her back and gently plucking at her nipples and rubbing her breasts.

I chuckled lightly, but gently; “perhaps it wasn`t your back which needed a massage as much as

other parts of your body, my wife” and I put my whole hand around each breast under her, her

nipples squashed in my palms, the memories brought to life like this…and I dearly loved her

breasts!

“That might be true, too” she said quietly, “perhaps I should have said `I feel wonderful now,

husband`” and she reached an outstretched hand to rub on my buttock gently, and my cock

jiggled and fell out of her then.

“Am I as good as Ellie for you” she asked.

“You know I wouldn`t answer that; `a gentleman doesn`t talk about other women he might have

been with`, so don`t ask me; Ellie doesn`t ask me any details, and I don`t give her any; she

knows when we have sex – she will know tonight – but she never asks about it.”

That seemed to be a good point on which to separate, and my wife kissed my cheek, whispered

`thank you; I needed that tonight” and she went upstairs, while I showered in my bathroom, and

awaited Ellie in front of the TV, but I was thinking of my wife, and even now my hands tingled

with the memory of the feel of her breasts, and my cock woke, even after such a short time of

rest.

I looked at the clock: 19.30.

I went upstairs, and into my wife`s bedroom; she didn`t speak, neither did I, as I approached the

bed and dropped my shorts to the floor.

I needed to feel them again, and I climbed over her and straddled her stomach, my cock risen

and pointing straight, and I clasped her breasts in each hand, squeezed them together, and

locked my cock between them, sliding up towards her mouth, but not to it, and sitting and pulling

back to the bottom of her cleavage, so exaggerated now by my hands pushing them together as

a cocoon for my cock`s shaft.

 

One of her hands dislodged mine and she squeezed one breast in; so now, with a free hand, I

reached easily just behind me and found her clit and rubbed it in a rhythm to my cock moving

between her enclosing tits, and she pushed harder with her hand, slowing my cock`s

momentum: urging it to fight for movement back and forth, while she caressed my pubic hairs

with her spare hand and tangled her fingers in it.

I curled fingers to go in her cunt, my thumb rubbing harshly against her clit still, and she arched

her buttocks a little as feelings took over, and I shoved my cock up through her crevice and it hit

her lips which immediately leaned forward as she opened her mouth to grab me, pull me inside,

releasing her hand from her breast to slide on my shaft and pull/push it through her lips now.

I had to move forward up her, but she forestalled that by twisting to her side, being able now to

bend her head downwards and get more of me inside, while I was now sitting on her ribcage, one

foot planted to her front, one behind her back, but my long arm still able to burrow inside her cunt

and continue to at least stimulate her, hopefully to a climax to make this enjoyable for her.

My other hand could still caress her breast and nipple, and I pulled on it, stretching it, while

moving my leg against the breast trapped beside it, rubbing her nipple back and forth, and she

was now feeling things everywhere, and she creamed on my hand, and sucked hard on my

cock – but we both knew she would get no cream from me.

When her climax subsided, so did she, and I eased my cock out of her mouth, leant down to kiss

that mouth with mine, and whispered in her ear, “I had to feel your breasts again tonight; I just

had to” but she reached a hand up to cover my mouth and then caressed my cheek.

“I know” she said, turning her head up to smile at me.

Part 5

I was showered again, drinking a beer when my laptop and phone both began beeping the

distinctive sound of incoming messages on one of my apps.

They were 10 photos of my wife – well, more specifically, her breasts, most naked, a couple

sexily hidden behind her sheet, and captioned with `for the times you aren`t holding them, my

husband`.

 My cock was still aroused after saving the photos, when Ellie came home, but it was later than

her normal time by 40 minutes, so I waited for her first words.

I was lounging in my chair, and she plonked herself down on the mattress.

“You`ve had sex with Mum, haven`t you Daddy” she asked as her first words; “I can also sense

it on you, and smell it in the air too.”

“Yes” I said.

“Where” she wanted to know, but I had the distinct impression she was avoiding telling me

something.

“Actually, Ellie, right where you are lying; now, you have something to tell me, I sense…”

“Ah, I`m late, Daddy, I know, and I should have phoned…Josh, from my project team, walked

me home, and we were talking and laughing, and stopped at Pi Jim`s for a drink…and he asked

if I could go to The Mall with him on Saturday…can I, Daddy, please?”

“I`ll offer you a conditional answer tonight, Ellie: I meet him first, here at home, before I agree to

Saturday.”

 “He`s waiting outside, Daddy – in case you wanted to meet him….”

At the end of a 15 minute conversation with the mentioned Josh, I had agreed to allow Ellie to go

with him, with reasonable restrictions, which they accepted.

Ellie saw him out after he politely gave me a wai and correct form of address, and then bounced

back in to jump on my lap to hug me, her breasts pushing against me, her lips opening to my

mouth; “thank you, Daddy, this will be my first outing like `date`, and I promise I will, we will, do

everything only as you said.”

She kissed me again and wriggled on my cock, but I stopped her, and gently pushed her off.

“Ellie, you seem to be offering me a sexual favour for saying `yes` to your afternoon out. Don`t

ever do that, Ellie, not to me, not to any boy, or even girl – never offer yourself as an exchange

or a way of saying `thank you`, do you understand, my darling Daughter?”

“Yes, Daddy, I understand; I am just excited, and you know what I like when I am excited with

you….”

“Yes, Ellie, I know, but now, practical matters: it`s getting late, have you more homework to do,

and if not, it is time to shower and begin to settle down” and I chuckled at her wound-up

excitement.

She shook her head, “the project teams all had a spare period last one today, and I finished all of

mine then, Daddy” and her face was beaming as I told her how proud I was of her for accepting

her responsibilities and fulfilling them.

She giggled, and I said “perhaps I should sleep with your Mother tonight, and let you alone

dreaming of your day out with Josh….”

Her demeanour changed in an instant, and she pouted before replying “if that`s what you want,

Daddy, but you don`t seem to understand: Josh is an afternoon out; you are my Lover, and

Lovers in the same house, normally, sleep together, have sex or not.”

I had upset my Daughter, and immediately felt remorse; I stood and cuddled her against me,

apologising “Ellie, I am so sorry; I have thrown cold water on your ebullient mood, and I truly

didn`t mean to. There will be other `dates`, perhaps other boys, because my Daughter is going to

be so chased after, and this is your first one: of course you are excited, and I know we are

beyond that in our situation. Though I should say I always think of our lunches or dinners out as

`dates` too - with the most perfect girl in my Life.”

Ellie looked up at me, still in my embrace, and said impishly “yes, Daddy, we have dates, but

ours are very special: because I know how to give you, and you always get an erection with me!

That will never happen with Josh or any other boy, or girl, Daddy.”

“Go and shower, cheeky girl; you are getting too big for your boots!”

She grinned at me, rubbed her groin against mine, knowing what she would find: the mere

mention of our meals out getting me an erection…gave me an erection now!

Skipping away, Ellie looked back at me: my sexy, beguiling, wonderful Daughter-Lover.

What I hadn`t told her was that, tonight, for the first time in a long time, her Mother`s tits had also

given me an erection, and not only one, and the memory and her photos added to Ellie`s.

 

Part 6 - Epilogue

I looked at the photos one more time before I shut down the laptop, watched BBC News while I

heard Ellie showering upstairs, and finished another glass of beer and cigarette.

After cleaning my teeth and rinsing and washing my hands, I went up to bed, a little unsteadily I

felt – perhaps the last beer had been a fraction too much, or perhaps I was just tired…

Ellie was in bed, and I smelled her freshness the moment I opened the door: how beautiful she is,

my only thought.

I steadied myself against the wardrobe door as I dropped my shorts, Ellie looking at me, a little

concerned; “are you ok, Daddy?”

“Just very tired very fast, Ellie – I am fine.”

I climbed/fell on to the bed, and Ellie came to lay half on me; “Daddy, what is it” and she turned

my face towards hers, really upset now, but I smiled as her breast pressed against my ribs.

“Ellie, I had to have sex with your Mother tonight, because her breasts are so beautiful…” and I

reached my hand up to cup her maturing one; “and you are getting exactly the same beautiful

breasts, my Daughter; so beautiful…I can`t keep away from them, Ellie…so much do I want

them, all the time…sorry, Ellie, your Daddy is a maniac for your breasts…so beautiful and

wonderful….”

And I remember only there was a breast and nipple feeding my mouth, and, whatever my

affliction, I went somewhere where there was unconsciousness.

 

In the morning, Ellie only woke me when she was ready to go downstairs and have breakfast

and go to School.

“Daddy, are you ok, really ok?”

I stirred enough to say “just tired, Ellie, think I`ll sleep more…” and I did, knowing only I hadn`t

mentioned the pains in my chest….

By mid-morning, never really sleeping, I knew there was a problem, and I slid myself down the

stairs, managed to dress in my underpants and better shorts, get my car remote and stumble

outside, repeating to myself “lock the door…lock the door” and did so.

Trying to ignore the pain in my chest, I drove to my hospital, up the ramp to the Emergency

entrance, and gave the car over to …somebody who came out in a uniform…

 

I`d had a heart attack, was the diagnosis I wasn`t at all caring about; I just let the staff do what

they had to do.

My wife was my next-of-kin, so a nurse yelled in my ear they would contact her…I wanted Ellie,

but couldn`t make them understand….

 

(End of Chapter 3….)