My Two Daughters-Some Para From My Life- 4 & 5

Becky spread her legs so she could lean against me, then kissed my neck, still tittering, her breath washing over my skin. My hands snaked desperately under the skirt and grabbed her butt, fingers digging into the soft flesh and rolling them in circles, then lightly tickling the hole between them. She pitched forward against me and made a noise halfway between a snort and a gasp, her typical exclamation whenever her Daddy ventured near her backdoor. Heat radiated like a furnace against my crotch, my daughter’s privates swelling with moisture and excitement, lips sliding against the underside of my cock and coating it with dew from the tight channel between them. Fucking your horny daughter in public is an exquisite pleasure. We had been doing it more and more. She was an enthusiastic lover in any situation, but she had gone wild once she figured out that she didn’t have to be home.

She loved it, loved pretending that everything was normal even as her Daddy thrust his prick inside her and filled her with semen until she was dripping. She’d tease me endlessly, getting me hard and keeping me that way until we could find some way to fuck in plain view. My daughter was turning out to be a bit of a risk-taker, but I was more worried; people wouldn’t react kindly if they discovered a grown man with his erect prick crammed inside her , even if she was his daughter. But in the end there was nothing so depraved I wouldn’t do it when She begged me to. The sweet smell and feel of my sweet daughter rubbing against me was a wave that washed away all my rational objections. I nudged her forehead and she tilted her head back so I could bury her lips in a long kiss, pressing against the vulnerable little lips as they parted and tasting the nectar inside as our tongues darted to meet each other. Twin jets of hot air blasted my cheek, She breathing heavily through her nose as we kissed. She was moving against me on her own, and a long, low moan was beginning to rumble in her throat. If I pushed my dick into her tight pussy right now I would explode. I had to back off.

My hands burrowed under her dress again, moving up from her butt, rubbing the smooth skin of her back. I needed to dial her up a bit higher so she could cum too. Silky yellow fabric rustled as my daughter wiggled under her Daddy’s expert touch, hands moving under her clothing like hungry ferrets seeking the sweet spots of her body. My daughter was a well-oiled engine purring against my body, lubrication dripping in anticipation of our connection. The pounding heart in her chest and the rushing gasps against my skin were her gauges, broadcasting the mounting desire of her body to her loving Daddy through intimate vibrations. I balanced on the brink, staving off orgasm, and focused everything on the trembling girl in my hands. She arched her spine and swayed against me when I brushed her navel above the clit, the shudder that started in her chest rippling down through her stomach and crotch until her thighs were shaking against mine.

She loved that. I knew my daughter like my own body, knew every delicious inch of her both inside and out. I left one hand rubbing feverish circles at her hip and pushed up with the other to her nipples. Her skin flexed and tensed under my fingers, spasming from the pleasure of her Daddy’s attention. I tickled her right nipple, flicking the little bead and feeling it harden before giving it a gentle twist. A slight jerk of her shoulder, and she broke our kiss and pushed her head against my chest, nibbling lightly at my shirt with her eyes closed. Shae was an open book to me, a map I could navigate effortlessly. Brushing her sides under her armpits, squeezing the skin and thumbing her nipples in tandem, I felt her flex against me, harder this time. We fit together, a perfect compliment, Daddy and daughter conjoined in blissful union. I pulled the dress up into a bunch above her waist to get more room and gripped her hips with my palm.

Pushing and pulling, I moved her hips, working her pelvis into a rhythm that brushed my cock in a long slide against the tight folds of her juicy pussy, letting it feel the rigid proof of my love. She responded with a shaky gasp, hands rubbing up my forearms and then wrapping around my chest. There is no connection more loving, more intimate than that of a father for his loving daughter. Years ago She had given everything to me, and I had done the same for her, holding nothing back. I pushed up her hips to prove it again, gripping my cock at the base and angling it up into her slippery furrow.