Daddy’s Special Massage – Part 2

After the girls left this morning I had alternating bouts of intense guilt followed by intense pleasure reliving the memories of this morning, intense enough to give me a steady hard-on, which just started me on another cycle of guilt. After three weeks of fucking my daughter you would think I had resolved the guilt issue. I think I had gotten this far without thinking much about it because “our” sex had been all one sided. It had been more like masturbating. I rationalized that I had barely been entering her and she had been asleep so it wasn’t like I was really having sex with her. Or at least I had thought she was asleep. I kept thinking back to her words, “Daddy, are you fucking me again”? When had it started being “again”? Why hadn’t she said anything? The sex this morning with Ashley had been fantastic. I did not know a girl her age could have an orgasm much less two. And what about Stacy? Was she suggesting what I think when she asked for a massage tonight? What am I going to do? She is almost a mirror image of her sister; tight body, perky breasts, great legs. It is not like it would be a hardship to have her lying naked on top of me. But if I did, what would Ashley think? Would she get jealous? Should I just stop this now? Could I stop this now? Should I have a talk with Ashley and let her know this is wrong and we cannot do it again? But it felt so good. I get hard every time I think about it and I’m thinking about it. I kept drifting back and forth from the computer, trying to get some work done, to just staring at the TV. Right now I could not even tell you what was on TV. I can’t keep my mind focused on anything but Ashley’s nude body wiggling around on me and how great it felt to be finally buried deep inside of her. Are Ashley and Stacy talking about this? I should have cautioned Ashley to keep this between her and me before she left this morning. It had started to get dark outside when my thoughts were finally interrupted with the girl’s noisy return. “Daddy, we’re home”. The quiet of the house was quickly replaced with the sound of the girls moving around, talking and laughing. As they passed my office door Ashley stuck her head in and said “Stacy and I decided you are taking us out to dinner after we take our showers. It was a really hard practice and we deserve it”. With a parting smile she headed down the hall to her bedroom. I turned off the TV, saved the program I had opened this morning, though there were no significant changes, as I had not accomplished anything noteworthy all day and headed off to my bedroom to change for dinner. At the restaurant I kept sneaking looks at the girls but everything seemed normal. There were no special glances between them or at me and the talk between us was all about their practices during the day, school in general and Ashley’s birthday coming up. After dinner we returned home and I made some popcorn and we sat watched a movie together. After the movie was over we all finally drifted off to our bedrooms. I lay there for almost an hour wondering if Stacy was going to come in for her massage and what I would do if she did. I was a bit relieved and even more disappointed when she had not shown and was turning over to go to sleep when a faint knock came at the door. I raised my head to look over my feet and saw Stacy standing in the doorway, “Yes”? Stacy stepped into the room. “Daddy, it’s me. I’m ready for my massage”. Without waiting for me to say anything she walked up to the side of the bed and began pulling her t-shirt up over her head. She dropped the t-shirt on the floor and then stood by the side of the bed with one hand kind of covering one breast and the other nervously hanging in front of her, partially blocking the view of her pubic hair. I was at a loss for words and just stared at her naked body trying to think of something to say, what to do. I was caught at that momentous crossroad; take the high road or the low. Stacy was still waiting for an answer. “Daddy, it’s cold out here. Can I get in bed so you can give me a massage”? My road was chosen. Without a word I reached over and lifted the covers so she could get in. I could tell she was a bit unsure of herself. She lay on her back and immediately pulled the covers up to her neck. I thought I would give her another chance. I turned over on my side facing her. “Honey, are you sure you want a massage tonight”? She looked back at me and just nodded. I reached over and gave her a reassuring pat on the stomach. “Daddy”? “What honey”? “Will it hurt”? “Will what hurt”? “You know, when you put your penis in me so I won’t slide off. It looked awfully big this morning. I don’t know if it will fit in me. Ashley said it would but it’s so big and long. I don’t know if it will fit but I could really use a massage. We had really hard practices today and I’m sore all over. Ashley says she feels really good the next day after you give her a massage”. What all had they talked about? “Is that all Ashley told you”? “Yes, and that I would enjoy it and feel much better the next day”. I took my hand and started rubbing her stomach very lightly in small circles. “Honey, if there is any pain just let me know and I’ll stop your massage”. Just the touch of her skin had made my erection grow. I had been semi-hard as soon as Stacy came in the room. Now I was growing to that point where the brain was no longer part of the team. She nodded her head and I continued the slow, light rubbing. I moved my hand up her ribcage to just below her breasts and then down to her hipbones. After a few minutes of this let my hand move down one thigh to her knee and then back up to her waist just above her pubic hair, crossed over to the other side and then down the other thigh. Each time I went down the inside of a thigh I would exert just enough pressure to slightly move her legs apart. After several passes I had her thighs spread several inches. The last few times I brought my hand back up her thigh I could feel Stacy lifting her hips up slightly against my hand. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had grown deeper and faster. She’s certainly getting over her nervousness. It is time to move on. Once my hand was back up to the middle of her waist I raised my hand so just my fingertips were brushing against her. I then moved my hand down so my fingertips were lightly moving in small circles through her pubic hair. The feel of her short, soft strands now had my cock at full-mast. I knew I was poking her in the hip with it and hoped she did not really notice what part of my body it was just yet. After a few seconds Stacy giggled, “Daddy that tickles”. “Is this better”? I carefully laid my hand down on her, cupping her mound with my palm and my fingers down on her lips. I slowly put pressure on my hand and very slowly began moving my fingers around on her clitoris. I could here Stacy’s breathing stop for a moment. “Ye….” Her voice caught in her throat. “Yes, that’s better”. It took less than a minute for her pussy to get very wet. She was now lifting her hips against my hand every time I put pressure on her. “Daddy, why do you do this for a massage”? “You said you were worried that I might not fit in you. This will help that part of your body relax some so I’ll fit”. At this point Stacy must have finally noticed something poking her in the side. I felt her hand move lower between us and wrap around my erect cock. The feel of her hand sent an electric current through me. Stacy moved her hand slowly up my shaft squeezing as she went. She finally went back down and in a few seconds reached my balls. She moved her fingers around feeling my balls move around in their sac. She cupped them in her hand and just in time I realized what she intended and said “Carefully Honey, they are very sensitive. If you squeeze too hard it will hurt”. She relaxed her grip on my balls and moved her hand back to the middle of my shaft. “Daddy, why does your penis get so hard”? “It needs to be hard so it will go in a girl’s vagina and stay there”. That seemed to satisfy her as she just nodded to my answer. “Are you ready for your massage now”? I knew I was ready. With a slight smile on her face she said, “Yes. What do I do”? I moved my hand from her pussy and reached up to her shoulder to help pull her over onto me. “Just come over on top of me like you saw Ashley”. I used my legs to kick the covers off of us. Stacy lifted a leg to get on top of me and hit my cock with her knee. She laughed and said, “That kind of gets in the way doesn’t it”. “Don’t worry. We’ll find some place to put it so it will be out of the way”. As she lay down on me, my cock was pinned between our bodies with her pubic bone right in the middle of my shaft. She had her legs stretched out towards my feet. “Okay Honey, you need to move a bit farther up so you won’t be lying on top of my co..penis”. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her up my body a few inches, freeing me. I then settled her back down so that the head of my cock was positioned right against her labia. “Let’s move your legs so you will be more comfortable. Pull your knees up until they are on either side of my hips”. As she followed my instructions I could feel her pussy move down against the head of my cock. I had to fight the desire to thrust into her and get it over with. Once she had settled in on top of me I began a general massage. I worked her neck and shoulders. Unlike the massage I had first given Ashley I made no effort to hide my erection and deliberately put pressure on her shoulders to push her pussy against the head of my cock. She expected this so it would not come as a shock. Over and over again I would feel her lips part so the head of my cock could just enter her and then slide out as I eased the pressure. I then began working her back rubbing my hands down along her spine. This resulted in a steady pressure down on her body, which resulted in the entire head of my cock entering her. Once I reached her butt I would slip back out as I lifted my hands back to the top of her back and then repeated the stroke. Then an idea occurred to me. I worked down with just one hand, sliding into her. When I reached the bottom of the stroke I took the other hand and started at the top without releasing the downward pressure on her with the other hand. As I brought my other hand up for the next stroke my cock stayed in her and the new stroke then pushed me slightly deeper in her each time. She felt was so tight around me but without any friction. We were both so wet that I could just slide in and out of her. After a dozen or so passes I was half buried in her. I turned my head towards Stacy and softly said, “Lift your arms above your head and I’ll get your sides”. Stacy followed my directions and moved her arms up over my shoulders. I took my hands and started at the swell of her hips and started rubbing up her sides. The pressure up caused her body to move up on mine and almost pulled me out of her. “No, don’t!” she cried and tried to push her hips back towards my cock.