Daddy and daughter Brittany

I had Brittany pushed back against the wall in the hallway between the bedrooms and the bathroom. My left hand holding her right breast, my other hand inside her panties, the middle finger dipping quickly in and out of her wet pussy. She wouldn’t look at me but she pushed her hips towards me, I reciprocated by pressing her harder into the wall. She spread her legs a little more, trying to get me to touch deeper inside her. I gave her what she wanted, I pushed fully into her and massaged her cervix with my fingertip while I pressed my thumb against her clit. After a moment she began letting out a soft moan, I whispered in her ear, “You’re my cum slut aren’t you?”

“Yessssss,,,” She hissed it out through her clenched teeth

“And your pussy is always wet for me isn’t it?”

She moaned her agreement, with that I pulled my finger out of her and wiped it across her tee shirt over her tits and walked away.

I had fingered her often enough to know when she was getting ready to cum, this time I wasn’t allowing her to do it though. I turned back and saw her still standing there, nipples erect through her tee shirt, panting as she massaged her own crotch over her panties. “No,” I reminded her, “you don’t cum this time.” She groaned, almost whimpered a little but pulled her hand away, as she turned towards her room I caught a glimpse of her ass, even for fifteen she had a great figure.

Brittany was my second daughter, I thought about how she was so different from the other two girls. I never had any inclination to do anything with them like I did with her. I don’t think it was just personality although she always seemed passive aggressive in a sexual way even when she was quite young. At three she was always running around with the hand cupping her crotch, we’d have to tell her to stop or go into her own room – and she often did go back to her privacy. We were sure it was just a phase like all kids when they discover self stimulation.

But it went beyond a phase. We were always a close and physically affectionate family but never anything in an inappropriate manner. Brittany was always taking it to the next level and you really had to watch out because she’d have a way of involving you too. I played with the kids, got down on the floor with them and we’d tumble around laughing and playing; walking around with kids riding on your feet while clamped on to your legs. It took a couple of times to realize that when Brittany got off my foot she was leaving a wet spot on my sock.

If I was toweling her off after a bath she’d push her crotch against my hand if the towel got near the top of her thighs. This had gone on long enough that she understood what was meant when she heard her name said in a stern voice and she’d back off.

But it never stopped her completely, it’d be later and she’d find some way to continue her pursuit of self pleasure. At least when she began to mature physically she became more private with her sexual behaviors. You could still catch her time to time, sitting on the couch or chair with one leg bent so she was pressing against her heel and rocking slightly to vary the pressure on her clit. She was also becoming more vocal when in her bedroom, she didn’t always close the door tight and you could hear a short series of labored moans and some bed creaking while she was being busy with herself

She did cross the line once, pretty far as I was concerned at the time. I was napping on the couch and one of the girls snuggled up to me. Nothing new, sometimes they’d curl up for a nap or it was just a comfortable position to watch television some. Wasn’t really sure which of them it was, they all had blonde hair. I dozed back off. A while later I woke up realizing something was different, it took me a second to figure it out. Brittany was the one snuggled up to me and as we lay there spooning she had maneuvered my hand into her panties and was using my finger to masturbate. I could feel her pressing my fingertip past her pussy lips and just into her. She was wet and I was slipping into her easily, I became aware that she was caressing her breast with her other hand. I tensed up in response but in doing so my finger slid deeper into her, she immediately responded by clamping my hand tighter to her and arching her back; she pressed on my knuckle and forced me deeper into her.

All that within a short second. I got my senses about me. jerked my hand out of her panties and forced her up off the couch, before she got fully to her feet I had swatted her hard enough t make sure her ass cheek was going to sting. “Go to your room now, ” I commanded, “Dammit Brittany you’re fourteen, you know better than that.” My voice chased her around the corner and into the hall. I sat on the couch, feeling duped and stunned. My fingertip glistened from her wetness, I dried it on my pants but when I stood up I got my real surprise. My cock was hard and pressing against the fabric of my jeans. It pissed me off.

I didn’t even knock on her door, I went straight into her room and found her laying on the bed wearing only a tee shirt, her legs were drawn up and her knees apart, she had a finger deep into herself. In two fast steps I was at her bed yanking her hand away from her crotch and flipping her onto her stomach. It wasn’t hard to do, I was angry and she couldn’t have weighed more than 108 pounds. I spanked her until both her bare ass cheeks were red. I didn’t say anything and neither did she. I saw that she had worked a hand back down and was fingering her clit as I spanked her, the motions of her finger were causing her pussy lips to spread slightly apart; she was soaking wet and looking down and seeing her pussy wasn’t helping my cock go down at all. My hand was getting warm and I let off spanking her. I left the room with a warning to ‘never do that again’.

Things were very quiet after that, no catching her sitting on her heel or hearing moans from her room, she didn’t appear depressed or anything. After a few months of appearing like a normal teenager I forgot the incident and began to relax around her.

It was a Saturday morning and I was sleeping in a little. The wife had gone out for some early shopping and the kids were being quiet. I was used to being up an hour earlier and was naturally waking then deciding to turn over and snooze a little more. It was during one of these “will I or won’t I get up” episodes when I opened my eyes and saw Brittany in my room. She was completely naked. Her legs were apart and had her knees slightly bent, with one hand she’d spread herself open and she was fingering herself furiously with the other; I could hear the wet smacking of her pussy as she played with herself. Her nipples were hard. I got caught up in the heat of her sex, seeing her pussy like that, her elemental sexuality… my cock got hard in a hurry. She was out of control and she was contagious, she sent me out of control.

I sprung out of bed, not caring I was naked and my cock was standing out. I grabbed her by the throat with my left hand and slammed her back into the wall, with my right hand I reached down and forced my middle finger deep into her, not that there was any resistance, her pussy was dripping wet. I kept my hand at her throat, not choking her but applying enough pressure to make her uncomfortable. I hammered my finger into her, making sure I was pressing on her clit when I was at full depth. She pressed her back hard against the wall, both her hands were palm to the wall as well, she used her position for leverage so she could push her hips towards me.

“Is this what you want you little slut?” My voice was hard and demanding. She could only let out a deep low moan in response. “Do it,” I commanded her, “make your pussy cum.” She let loose right away, I thought she was going to shriek from the intensity of her orgasm, the sound of her voice was coarse and labored; me pressing against her throat wasn’t helping I’m sure. I felt her tight and wet pussy clamping down on my finger as she came.

She was just beginning to relax from her orgasm when I pulled my finger out of her and slapped her across the face then without a second thought I flung her face down onto the bed, her arms flew up over her head and her legs were slightly apart. I went after her again.

I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pressed her into the mattress as I slid my finger back into her pussy and began finger fucking her again. She was hot for it, she spread her legs some and arched her back up to take me better as I banged my finger into her as deep as I could get it. Her pussy was soaked and my finger was drenched clear to my palm, again I could look down and see her pussy as my finger sank into her over and over. For the briefest of moments I seriously considered fucking her, for as wet as she was and for as hard as my cock was I could have easily buried myself deep into her. But the thought passed. I don’t know how to explain it but somehow this wasn’t about sex. I think I was punishing her for her overt sexual behaviors, I know it sounds contradictory but I felt justified in making her take it and forcing her to orgasm.

I watched her body writhe as she came again. I was at a loss for anything to do next so I just kept my finger deep into her without banging her pussy like I had when I made her cum. She was panting from my exertions, I could tell she’d had a deep and powerful orgasm. After a moment I flipped her onto her back, she was totally compliant, I knew I could do whatever I wanted with her and she’d allow it.