So, back to where this story started: in our living room, me watching online porn, my beautiful daughter spreading her legs, offering me to feel her up a little.
Clara's carefree sluttiness was an incredible turn-on. She had the perfect body. It could have been a statue created by a really skilled -- and horny -- sculptor: big, firm breasts with hard and small but pronounced nipples, a waist so slim my big hands could almost reach around it, and hips that swayed along with her butt as she walked around the house, wearing little or nothing. I would stop her passing me in the hallway, cupping her breast as I slipped a finger or two into her, and she would wriggle like I was innocently tickling her. She would spread her legs and show me her pussy, making herself a little bit wet just to tease me, only to skip off like a school girl. My daughter was so easy-going, beautiful and sexy. And the fact that she let her dad touch and grope and finger her was the sluttiest thing I had ever experienced. I was the happiest father in the world.
Since it was Friday night and no school tomorrow, Sam had a sleep-over at his buddies house, where they were going to play Fortnite until they fell asleep at their screens. It had been several days since me and Clara and been alone enough for anything but discreet groping and touching, and I was getting frustrated. I wanted my fingers inside her as her hand made me come. I was watching porn, because I knew she would pick up on me needing a bit of attention, and it worked like a charm.
"Do you want me to touch your sweet little pussy, honey?" I said as she found me in the living room. "Are you sure it would be right?" I teased and she played along.
"Oh please, daddy-o!" She did her best Sharon Stone-interpretation, throwing her hair over her shoulder, caressing herself through the string she called jeans shorts. "Please satisfy me. I don't care if it's right or wrong, daddy, I just want your big, manly fingers in my little rose." We both laughed, and she came over and straddled me.
"Come on, daddy. I know you want to rip my shorts off and have your way with me."
"Well, obviously. But the no-fucking-rule is still in effect, isn't it?"
She raised a finger at me like a school teacher.
"No putting your penis into your little girl, daddy." I sighed ostentatiously as I unbuttoned her shorts.
"Let's see what we've got here ..." Her little black triangle showed though the opened zipper. I touched it with my thumb and she wiggled her butt.
"Come on, daddy-o. I'm sooooooo hot." She kneaded her perfect tits for silly, pornstar effect.
I slowly pulled the shorts down over her ass -- not an easy task with tight shorts and an ass like hers -- and let my hands glide over it, grabbing and feeling it as the familiar bulge grew in my pants.
She stood up on the sofa, steadied herself on the back rest and slipped her shorts off, one leg at the time, exposing her gorgeous cunt right above my face. I reached up and felt her pussy lips, her clitoris, her opening. She pushed against my hand, and then she crouched down on me, one knee on each side of my head. Suddenly, my daughters lovely, enticing pussy was inches away from my mouth, exactly where it shouldn't be according to her ground rules, and it was getting wet.
"Oh daddy!" She was wiggling again, pretend-moaning like a inconsolable moviestar from the thirties. Oh my fucking god. I wanted to taste her so bad, grab her hips and pull her down on my mouth, licking her, sucking her, downright eating her until she came, until I could feel her orgasm pumping against my face. It would be the closest I had ever been to my daughter. I ached, but held back.
"Do you want it, daddy? Do you want to lick my pussy?" She asked innocently, as she lowered her hips, so close to touching my face I could smell her pussy juices. My cock was exploding.
"Yes", I answered breathlessly and tugged her hips closer to me. "Sit down on my face, honey. Let me taste you."
"Ground rules, daddy, ground rules." She giggled and got up from the sofa. It took all I had not to grab her and violently pull her sweet cunt back on my face.
"God, Clara, don't do that ..."
"Aww daddy, I was just teasing you a little. Don't tell me you didn't like it?" And without waiting for an answer, leaving her almost non-existent shorts on the living room floor, she went to her room to do god knows what.
I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the totally unsexy pornstar getting head on my laptop as I finished myself. It might have been the most disappointing jerk off ever. Yes, sometimes my daughters carefree sluttiness made my life very, very hard.
I was pouring myself coffee the next morning as Clara came into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my old, big, worn t-shirts, got a mug from the top shelf in the cupboard and helped herself. She leaned her back against the kitchen counter next to me, sipping on her coffee.
"You know daddy, I've been thinking", she said as she slipped her hand down my silk pj shorts and absentmindedly fiddled with my cock until it grew hard -- god I loved her when she did that.
"Maybe licking my pussy isn't that wrong after all." I almost choked on my coffee. She didn't take notice. "You know, what with all the other things you do to me, your tongue inside me wouldn't be that much different, would it?"
She pulled her hand out of my shorts and turned to me, and I wanted to scream 'no, no baby, keep touching it while you talk!', but I didn't.
"Maybe we should try it, just once. And if it feels right to you -- I mean, you know I don't mind, as long as you like it you can lick me if you want to."
If it feels right? God, everything felt right with this girl. I wanted her climbing me, mounting me, letting me enjoy her body as I pleased every second of every day for the rest of my life.
"Are you sure, honey?"
"Well. I don't mind if you don't, but I have no idea how illegal it is? Could we get into real trouble if I rode your face?"
"Uhm ... probably."
"So, we would have to be really, really careful and keep it a secret?"
"We would, baby." I was hard as a rock, but my heart was soft. Here she was, my sweet baby, ready to let me lick and suck and eat her pussy just to make me happy. I loved her so, so much. But I still feared we were about to cross a line she would regret crossing, and I didn't want to lose this relationship with my little girl.
"I'm worried you'll change your mind afterwards. I care too much about you to make you feel bad in any way, Clara."
"Dad," she said and took my face in her hands. "You KNOW I don't mind. I want you to be happy. If it makes you happy to cross this line, I want to do it. I love you so much, dad, I don't think you can imagine how much."
And with that, she leaned in and kissed my lips, the way only Clara could -- soft and hard at the same time, tender and hungry. Her tongue just slightly inside of my mouth, her breath filling me with all kinds of feelings. I bent my knee just a little, slid my arms around her slim waist and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist and ended up resting her pussy right on my hard cock. We kissed as she started grinding me softly. I was getting ready to go, but didn't want to let go of her tongue, her face, her taste, so I held out as long as I could. But then I couldn't do it anymore. I was furiously turned on. I put her on her back on the kitchen island, lifted my old t-shirt up over her breasts, spread her legs apart and let my gaze linger on the amazing little cunt I would have in my mouth in less than a second, and then I went down on my daughter's pussy.
I had thought about tasting her all evening, all night long, and all throught the morning, but my fantasies had not been anywhere close to the sensation of letting my tongue roll around her clitoris, feeling her arch her back, hearing her groan. Her pussy lips opened at the slightest touch, and I caressed her opening with the tip of my tongue, only to feel her hands on the back of my head, urging me to go deeper. I lifted her legs, her knees pressing against her shoulders, and buried my face in her, reaching deep, deep down into her cunt, exploring it, tasting it. My mind was exploding, as was my cock, trying to force its way out of my pants, but I had no time for that shit. I pulled my tongue out of her pussy, she moaned loudly, and I closed my lips around her clitoris.
"God yes", she gasped. "Oh Daddy, suck it." I could hear her having trouble breathing, and relished in how much I pleased her. I sucked it carefully as I licked the very tip of her clitoris, making her cry out and try to push my face harder into her pussy. I sucked harder, slowly building her up, trying to control myself when all I wanted was to make her come as hard and fast as possible. I held it in and pulled back slowly, tugging it a little until it slipped out of my mouth with a tiny plop. She screamed. I leaned back in and started sucking her clit as hard as I baby would suck his mum's breast for milk, and she screamed:
"Yes dad, yes dad, oh god dad, oh god!!" when I heard the front door slam and a face poked into the kitchen.
"What on earth are you guys doi ... Oh. My. God ..."