Leanne_(1)

Leanne
She was nine years old the first time I groped her. I did not give her a “loving father’s caress,” nor did I help her reach some nonsensical “plateau.” No phony bullshit here. She came into the house dripping wet from the water fight she had with her best friend who lived next door.

She had on one of those fuck-me bathing suits so popular for little kids now a days. You know the type; it barely covers the slit and advertises, “Look what you can’t have unless you want to go to prison.” The sides of her vagina showed just a little and the thong was buried between her ass cheeks. Her friend Deedee from next door had one she wore with “Kiss Me” printed across the crotch.

Would you believe my wife and Deedee’s mother picked them out? Actually they permitted the kids to pick them out and offered no guidance whatsoever. The kids chose what they wanted to wear, the moms paid for them and came home. Then Leanne and Deedee learned a new fact about their swimsuits. Those suits were to show things off and not get wet.

“Hey Dad!” Leanne called as she came in the front door.

“I looked up from my television and said, “Hey your own self… Well shit!”

“What’s the matter, Daddy?”

“Sweetie, you are so close to naked you might as well not have anything on at all,” I told her. “In fact you look nakeder than if you were just naked.”

I sat up straight on the couch and looked her up and down. She looked real fuckable like she was right then, more so than if she had been naked. If she had been naked she would have just been a naked nine years old girl. That transparent bit of cloth barely covering her sweet pussy mound transformed her into something else, something very hot.

“Daddy,” she protested, “a swim suit is supposed to be skimpy, see?” She did a pirouette on the ball of one foot and I felt both of my own balls spinning. She backed up to me and said, “It’s just a swim suit. She laid her head back against my chest.

Just as I had many times before when she backed her soggy wet body up against me, I said, “Yuck, you got me all wet, you damned brat.”

“All the better to soak you with, my dear,” she answered. We misquoted “Little Red Riding Hood” as a part of one of our silly father daughter games.

My arms went around her as she said those words, automatically. One thing was different. My hands came in contact with her bare belly and I started to get a hard on. Thrill ran through my groin and I held her even tighter than usual. “Hoo boy,” I whispered under my breath.

“She felt something too because she whispered, “Daddy?” She snuggled even closer against me.
My left hand slipped up and cupped her barely budding breast. My right hand slipped down, under her thong and my fingers touched her pussy. It felt soft and puffy and ready for the next stage. A little voice from somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind said, “That’s Leanne’s pussy I am holding.” It was an observation more than a thought of horror or shame, sort of like mentioning the weather.

The rest of me felt like an electric current was running through me. I started to run my middle finger on my right hand up and down her slit and finally slipped it in to the first knuckle. “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh!”
We stayed like that for a long time. I finger fucked her and alternately rubbed the barely discernable clit she just started to grow. Just as I started to pull my cock out for her to play with, Molly, my wife, called from the kitchen. “Lunch is ready, if you two can tear yourselves away from the TV.”

Man, that was like a glass of ice water thrown in my face. “Oh hell,” I muttered and lifted my hand out from under her pussy patch. “Go ahead, Sweetie, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Okay Daddy,” she whispered and headed toward the kitchen.

Fear shot through me. I visualized what would have happened if I had gotten caught. Fear made my dick shrink in a hurry. I took a couple of deep breaths and went into the kitchen. Molly was busy at the sink rinsing vegetables. Leanne had already taken her usual seat next to mine.

We ate sandwiches and Leanne cleared the table as if nothing had happened. I pushed away from the table and said, “I’m going to back flush the pool filter and skim the crud off the water. Our twenty-four feet across above ground pool was a constant source of aggravation. The next-door neighbor had one of those tall Australian trees with funny shaped leaves that blew off all the time. Somehow it seemed most of them ended up floating in our pool.

“Get your swim suit on, Daddy and we can swim as soon as the skimming is done. I nodded and went to change.

My lightweight trunks covered the essentials and little else. This had never been a problem before. This time when I put them on I was very aware of how naked I felt. I returned to the kitchen and walked up behind Molly and ground my cock against her ass. I threw my arms around her and grabbed her tits through the thin top she had on. She gave out a throaty laugh and asked, “Are you starting something?”

“Uh huh.” I answered.

“Honey, you start back flushing. Your daddy will be out in a little bit.” She grinned and took me by the hand.

“Parents,” Leanne muttered under her breath, saw the bulge under my suit and grinned. This was a very familiar scene to her. “Well, hurry up, Daddy.”

Molly and I went into our bedroom and undressed. We lay down on the bed and started necking and petting. When she gave me the signal she was ready I slipped my cock inside her and started at a slow leisurely pace. About halfway through I happened to glance up and saw Leanne watching us through the bedroom window. Our bedroom looked out over the back yard and the pool.

That was a hell of a turn on to perform in front of my daughter. I picked up the pace and slammed my all hard into Molly, twisted a little side by side and really made a production out of it. She had three massive orgasms and said, “Stop.” I stopped.

“Stick it in my mouth,” she ordered. I eased up in bed and she began to give me head to finish off. Molly was very sensitive down there and many times she would have her orgasms and then have me finish her and me off in the mouth. Leanne watched it all with a big grin on her face.

I cum, Molly swallowed and I eased back down in bed. “I am completely and totally drained,” I told her.

“Lord, I hope so. Frank, I have been to the doctor because I am so tender inside.” She paused. “He said there is nothing wrong with my organs. However there is something wrong with my nerve endings. It gets painful sometimes when you get a little more active than usual.”

“You want to stop having sex,” I asked.

“No, Honey, I want to cut down. I enjoy making love to you until I start to hurt.” She looked into my face, trying to make me understand.

“Hoo boy, this do present a problem.” I was and am a highly sexed man. We had a very active sex life until just the past year.

“I’m sorry,” she said and meant just that. She loved it in high school that when we went on dates I always got off a minimum of three times. She used to brag to her younger sister about how many times I did the deed when we were out someplace together.

“I know, Honey,” I told her and kissed her forehead.

I got up off the bed and went into the bathroom to piss and get cleaned off. I came back out and saw she was crying. I hugged her close and did not say anything. We stood in silence. She was ashamed she was not “woman enough.” I wanted to comfort her and tried to think where I was going to get someone to take up the slack. I got very uptight when I did not get enough sex. I thought about Leanne and rejected the idea.
Molly put her shorts and halter back on and I slipped back into my swim trunks.