My Daughter's Garter Belt Ch. 03

I looked up at Andie, slouched in her chair and innocently forking a piece of pie into her sweet lips. She smiled at me.

"This sure is good pie, Mom," she said, her eyes never leaving my face as she licked her fork clean. Knowing that I was watching her, she made sure to caress the fork with her pink tongue.

"I'm glad you like it," Judy said. "I made the crust with cream cheese. Barbara said that that was the way to make a great crust, and I think maybe she was right."

I looked down at my lap again and tried not to gasp as my orgasm neared. Andrea's tiny foot slid wetly up and down my cock, milking me as thoroughly as she had ever done with her mouth or her pussy. The nylon over her toes glistened with sticky pre-cum. I imagined her long leg encased in dark smoky hose under her blue jeans. The nylons would go all the way up her thighs and be held up at the top by her dark garter belt. I knew that my sexy little daughter wouldn't want her dripping slit imprisoned while she jacked off her dad, and so she wouldn't be wearing any panties. I pictured her tiny shaved pussy leaking her sweet juice straight into the crotch of her blue jeans.

That did it. My hips shook as a giant load of sperm gushed out of me. Andie's toes caught that first blast, rubbing it up and down the front of my cock. I tried to sit still and keep chewing pumpkin pie as hot sperm rockets squirted out of me over and over. Somehow she managed to catch each gooey dollop with her toes, massaging the sperm into my shaft between spurts. I tried hard not to look like I was cumming, but I don't really know how successful I was.

Judy was talking about her boss, the idiot. As she rambled on the last of the sperm left my balls, and I struggled to catch my breath without her noticing. Andrea looked at me with a knowing sparkle in her eye, adding another shared intimacy to our expanding collection of memories. Its work for the evening done, she pulled her sopping wet foot back into her lap with her hand and sat up a little straighter in her chair.

"You know what my favorite part is?" she said.

"Nope. What's your favorite part?" Judy said.

Andrea's hand appeared from under the table. She was too quick for Judy to see, but I was looking, and I saw that her finger was covered in white goo even before it even got to the pie. She scooped the last dollop of the whipped cream from her plate and stuck her finger in her mouth. She smiled at the taste, closed her eyes and sucked her finger clean.

"The whipped cream," she said.

Judy laughed and said, "After all the work I did on the pie, you like the topping best. Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I did," she said, smiling straight at me.

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As I thought back on that night I realized something. If Judy had noticed anything she would have said something right then. She's not the type of girl to put off a confrontation. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that she wouldn't call the school if she knew anything about Andie and me – she would have just ripped off my balls then and there.

As I got near the school my fear congealed in my stomach. I had thought that I couldn't feel any worse, that I couldn't become any more afraid of what had happened. I was wrong. Two black-and-white police cars were parked out front of the school, their red and blue lights twirling and silently casting shadows on the building. An all-encompassing chill went through me. My whole body went cold and I started to shake. What was the penalty for incest and abuse, anyhow? Jail? Would I become one of those guys who had to let the neighbors know that I was a sexual predator so that they could keep their kids away from me? I was numb from the horror.

But who had caught us and turned me in? Obviously it wasn't me. I was positive that Andrea wouldn't have done it, and I knew that Judy couldn't have done it either, because she just didn't know.

My mind swam as I drove into the school parking lot. I saw one of the students walking towards the door, and I had a new idea. Maybe it was a student who turned us in. And as soon as I thought that, I knew which one had the best chance to know about Andie and me. Evan.

It was the afternoon of the homecoming dance. My wife wanted to take Andrea shopping for a special dress. Judy never quite understood her daughter's disdain for frilly things. It made me laugh because Andie always managed to put on a good show of acting disinterested. Of course I hadn't known either until I had discovered her garter belt and her ‘fuck-me-now' clothes. But Judy didn't know her daughter as well as I did, and she practically had to order Andie to go with her to buy something pretty. It was a masterful bit of acting on Andrea's part.

"But, Mom, I can just wear my Christmas party dress from last year."

"Nope. A girl needs something special to wear to her last homecoming. Besides, you're so pretty! It'll do you good to dress up like a girl for a change. Now, come on."

"Awwww, Mom."

So they had gone. When they got back Andrea refused to model her new outfit for me, claiming that I'd see it anyhow when her date came to get her. She vanished into her room to do all of those things that girls do before a big date.

"Why does she act like that?" Judy had asked me. I gave her my ‘why-are-you-asking-me-about-teenage-girls' look and shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, you'll just have to take some good pictures when Evan comes to pick her up." Judy laughed. "Since I have to work tonight, that'll probably be the last time that anyone sees her in it. You won't forget, will you?"

"No. I won't forget." I was pretty good about taking family pictures. But Judy was right about one thing – we didn't have too many of Andrea in dresses.

Judy left a couple of hours later, complaining about having to miss seeing Andrea with her date. But it was her turn to cover the computer system backing itself up, and the only other person in the office who could do it was chaperoning a dance at her own daughter's school. I kissed my wife and promised one more time to take lots of pictures.

Evan showed up right on time, wearing a rented tuxedo and holding a white orchid corsage in his hand. Just like in the movies, he was the captain of the football team. Frankly, I didn't know anything more about him. Andrea had dated lots of boys, but he was a new one. I was sure that he was no more special to her than any of the rest of them. But I felt a strange mixture of smugness and jealousy for him because I knew something that he didn't - he was probably going the blowjob of his life that night from my little girl.

I yelled up the stairs that her date was here, and Evan and I stood together by the door waiting for Andrea to come down.

I forgot all about the boy at my side when she appeared at the top of the stairs. She was so damned grown-up and alluring that she took my breath away. I had seen her in her garter belt and her ‘fuck-me' outfit, but that was more of a teenager's idea of sexy clothes than this was. With her mother's help influencing her buying choices, Andrea didn't look anything like a teenage slut. Standing in front of us was an enchanting and very sexy young girl, looking desirable and classy at the same time.

Dark nylon stockings clung to her shapely legs, and she had on a pair of high heels that I recognized. They had silver platforms and spike heels that made her look taller and her legs look longer. Her dress was a silvery-black sheath that drew attention to the gentle curves of her hips and breasts. I wanted to run my fingers through her thick hair, which had been burnished to a soft sheen. She wore a pair of Judy's earrings and her makeup was soft and seductive, especially her lips, which were an intense shade of pink that begged to be kissed.

I'd never seen her so lovely.

Evan was just as taken aback as I was, and we both stood there speechless. And he didn't even know what I had learned from experience – underneath the black dress her pussy was bare and a lacy garter belt was resting on her hips holding up the smoky stockings. I manfully resisted the urge to kick him out the door so that I could race up the stairs and fuck my daughter.

"Well?" she said, smiling down at us. Andrea did a slow pirouette on the landing.

"Holy fucking shit," Evan said, his mouth hanging open.

"Down, tiger." I put my hand firmly on his shoulder, but I couldn't take my eyes off her either. "That's my daughter you're talking about."

"Sorry, sir," he said to me.

"God, you're pretty," he said to her.

Evan and I managed keep from panting as she started down the stairs, although I'm sure our tongues were hanging from our mouths. Her thighs flashed behind the slits in the black dress, and it still amazed me how graceful she could be in those high heels. Andrea gave Evan a kiss on the cheek and introduced us.

I picked up my camera from the table and said, "Mom's orders."

I positioned them on the stairs and took a few shots, joking and trying to make them relax so that the pictures wouldn't look forced. It wasn't hard. Andrea posed like some kind of model, showing off her figure and flashing a killer smile as if she'd been doing it for years. I could tell that the camera was capturing her sparkle. I had a feeling that Judy was going to be surprised at how grown up her little girl looked in the pictures.

When I had taken enough pictures Andrea said to both of us, "We've got to go now."

She came close to me and kissed me softly on the cheek. I could smell her perfume; something smoldering and exotic and little girl all wrapped in one, and I drank it in.

"Bye, Daddy," she said as she turned to leave.

I held the door for them and watched my daughter leave the house, arm in arm with her date.

"Bye!" I said to their backs. "Have a good time."

I closed the door behind them and headed for the study to pay some bills and download the pictures from the camera. I laughed at myself when I had the idea to cut that little twerp Evan out of the shots I'd just taken. I tried hard not to be jealous. Didn't I keep telling myself that she was going to have to find a lover her own age? Besides, he was just going to get a blowjob. I'd get to have her later, and my daughter still swore that I was her only lover.

I had the camera hooked up and was starting the download when I heard the front door open and the distinctive sound of high heels slowly clacking through the house towards me. Andrea must have forgotten something.

I stepped out from behind my desk so that I could see through the doorway. Andrea walked up to me with a knowing smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye. Her hips swayed gently under the dress, which sparkled in the light from the desk. Without a pause she dropped her little clutch on the easy chair, threw her arms around my neck and mashed her pink lips against mine.

I held her slender body in my arms and kissed her ferociously. How could a man feel so much desire for his own daughter? Somehow the frustration of seeing her so damned sexy and leaving with another boy all flowed out of my kiss and vanished deep inside her. My hands traveled down her sides, caressing her lithe figure through the sheer fabric of the dress. Andrea returned my kiss, drinking desire from me as if she needed it to live. The air became short and hot, and we finally had to stop.

Panting, she said, "I don't have much time. Evan's waiting in the car. You looked so forlorn that I just couldn't leave." She looked into my eyes. "Take me. Take me now," she whispered.

I ground my dick into her tummy and kissed her again. Panting, she stepped away from me.

Andie braced herself on the chair while she kicked her high heels off. They clattered to the floor and she kicked them out of the way while she raised her dress up over her tiny hips. Sure enough she had no panties – just a frilly garter belt holding up her dark nylons. Andrea threw herself back into the easy chair and pulled her knees up to her chest, wiggling her butt as she settled herself comfortably. She spread her legs wide so that her bare pussy was exposed and ready for her daddy.

I practically drooled at the sight. Her dark nylons ended just below her crotch, making her upper thighs look even more milky white. It was easy to see how excited she was. Girl cum drooled from her slit, washing her pussy in so much liquid that it glistened in the light from my desk. Her puffy outer lips were the pale creamy color of the rest of her skin, but her swollen inner lips were a bright pink that almost matched her lipstick. Andrea kept herself shaved, which had the surprising effect of making her puffy slit look even tinier. I knew that she did it just for me, and a little moan escaped my lips.

She giggled at the look of lust on my face and crooked her finger at me.

I dropped to my knees in front of my daughter and covered her little pussy with my open mouth. Andrea gasped and tangled her fingers in my hair, holding me in place between her legs. I lapped at her slit, slurping her delicious teenage cum. It was tangy and sweet and young, and it caused my dick to harden even more. Andie moaned as I roughly gnawed her with my lips, chewing and kneading her swollen sex. I flicked my tongue over her clit and she immediately responded, panting as a monster orgasm rocketed towards her.

"Hurry, Daddy," she whispered. She had a hard time getting the words out, and she closed her eyes as her pussy took her to that place that she loved so much.

I raised my head from my daughter's lap and unzipped my pants. I practically tore them as I pushed them down, freeing my massive erection which was dripping cum of its own. I lined it up on her bare slit and pushed myself in.

Andie squealed as I forced the head of my dick into her. She wiggled her little ass in an effort to ease my entry into her tight pussy. Before I was even all the way inside her she started to cum, her whole body shaking as her eyes lost their focus. There was nothing gentle, nothing seductive about this coupling. It was raw and fierce. My daughter buried her face in my shoulder and moaned as I pumped myself in and out of her. I could feel her nylon covered feet bouncing on my ass. I think I might have cried out loud as I began to cum.

I arched my back and spewed hot sperm into my daughter. It spilled out of her almost as fast as it went in. Andie reached between her legs, caressing my pumping shaft and her soaking pussy as she gathered the white goo with her fingers. I put my hands on her nylon covered knees to hold myself up and looked at the most erotic sight in the world – my lovely daughter with my swollen dick buried inside her, hot sperm splashed all over her pussy, her thighs, her hand. Andie brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean of our juices and then reached between us so that she could gather more. I wished that that moment would never end, that I could always see her ripe body cumming while she lapped my seeds from her fingertips.

But my balls had a different idea, and as they emptied themselves I slowed my pumping and finally stopped. I took a deep breath, braced myself on the arms of the chair, still panting, and pulled out of her with a wet ‘plop.' After all, Evan was waiting. Andie immediately covered her little slit with her hand, using her palm as a scraper to wipe herself dry. I'd never seen her more damned sexy, licking her palm clean, her legs still spread wide and her puffy pink slit begging for more attention.

"Oh, God, that's good," Andrea whispered as she found the last drop of sperm on her palm and licked it off. She was still breathing deeply, but the panting of moments ago had been brought under control. Andie put her tiny nylon-covered feet on my chest and gently pushed me away from her.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but Evan's waiting. I told him I'd just be a couple of minutes," she said reluctantly as she got up from the chair. I stood up and fumbled my pants back together. Andrea smoothed her dress back down over the tops of her stockings, and in a flash she changed from ‘just-fucked-slut' into ‘high-school-girl-going-to-the-dance.' It was amazing.

Andrea looked around the floor, found her shoes, and toed her feet into them while she braced herself with her hand on my chest. One by one she lifted her feet so that she could fasten the little straps around her ankles.

"I couldn't stand leaving you here thinking that I wasn't dreaming of being with you all night. And it isn't every grown man who gets to have a teenager on homecoming night. Besides, I know you wanted me in my new dress – I could see it in your eyes. Are you better now?"

My voice gone, all I could do was nod. My God. How did she know me so well?

She put her foot down, a few inches higher with her heels on and tall enough for me to easily take in my arms. Andie smiled up at me and said, "I love you, Daddy." I put my arms around her tiny waist and leaned down to kiss my little girl.

Andie returned the kiss passionately, putting her arms around me to hug me close and pinning my returning erection against her belly. She giggled and said, "Dad! I can't believe you're getting hard again!" I bent a little lower so that I could wrap her tightly in my arms and lift her from the floor. Andrea giggled, wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered softly in my ear.

"Well, one of your girls is going to get lucky tonight. Maybe I'll beat Mom home and it'll be me." As I set her back down she drew her finger across my check and gave me a quick kiss goodbye.

She turned to leave and practically ran into Evan, who was standing in the study door. He looked kind of flustered and embarrassed, and at the time I thought it was because he'd wandered back into the house uninvited. Or maybe because he'd caught his date in her father's arms, kissing him goodnight on the cheek. It certainly couldn't be because he'd seen her fucking her father - no high school boy could maintain his composure after seeing that. Captain of the football team or not.

"I got to wondering where you were, and I came in to see. I hope it's all right?" he said.

Andrea laughed, a musical sound that would enchant any boy she cared to use it on. "Silly boy. I just had to get my cell phone and tell Daddy goodnight before I left again. Let's go! G'night, Daddy."

Andrea put her arm in Evan's and they left again.

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As I walked up the sidewalk to the school, I replayed that night in my head. We had assumed that we hadn't been caught; that Evan had arrived after we were finished. But maybe not. Was it really just embarrassment on Evan's face? Or was it more like horror? Just how long had he been standing there?

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. A high school boy who found out about something like that would think that he was protecting his poor abused girlfriend from her monster of a father. And he'd be pretty likely to go to the authorities that he was used to – the school. It all fit. Even though we didn't think it had happened at the time, Evan must have seen us and turned us in to the school nurse, who had called the police.

My teeth actually started chattering, I was trembling so hard. And the lump of dread in my stomach had turned into something alive, chewing on me from inside like the creature from ‘Alien.' It hurt, and I wished I could make it stop. Of course there was nothing I could do but walk into the school to face my fate. I got out of the car and walked to the school.

Inside I could see two uniformed policemen talking to the principal near the den of offices that the school staff used. All three of them looked at me for a second but went right back to their conversation. I walked toward them, my heart in my throat. Obviously they didn't recognize me as the man they were here for.

I had almost reached them and was about to introduce myself when Ms. Richter came out of the office behind them. She looked a little surprised to see me, but then beckoned me around the men to follow her.