Daughter and Dad's Wish is the Same

I had just driven up from the city to visit my daughter. She was a beautiful young woman of 19, with sky blue eyes, silky, shoulder length sandy blond hair which flowed gently in the wind, a trim, curvaceous petite body, and an attitude! Chrissie had been attending the local community college in neighboring Sommerville, and had come home to her mother's house for the short semester break. We had been great friends for years, sharing all kinds of adventures, and spending as much quality time together as any father and daughter could while living a couple hours away.

When I pulled into the driveway I saw a group of young people in Chrissie's front yard. She was nowhere to be seen until she came running out from the group to meet me. "Daddy, we expected you earlier; did you run into trouble?" "No," I answered......"just the routine 8-car pileup on 33 highway. You know the stretch, where I taught you to drive...??"

At that point I noticed that my daughter was wearing a very tiny, revealing string bikini. I told her to go inside and put on some clothes immediately before she got arrested for public indecency. She half scoffed at me, with an "Oh, Daddy," but went inside anyway without the usual argument that we, as two strong-willed people normally had over petty issues. Although I thought her complacency was a little odd and out of character, I realized that she was becoming a little more agreeable as she grew up.

I couldn't help but gawk at my beautiful daughter, especially today when she was wearing something that left very little to the imagination. But as usual I didn't stare and appeared completely nonchalant, although her young womanly beauty always made my heart race a little. I desperately did not want her to know that sometimes I couldn't help but admire her beauty as much as any other man might, and cerainly more than a father was supposed to. I was also in a constant state of denial that I had any lustful feelings for my lovely girl, and worried that she possibly perceived that I did.

I followed her into the house, and asked where her mother was. I hadn't seen her car and her Mom had not told me that she would be gone during my visit. The two of us had been divorced for several years, but I managed to spend quite of bit of time with Chrissie, my pal, my fellow comic, clown, 'partner in crime and mischief' and only child. Chrissie yelled back from her bedroom, "Mom's in Stratton, shopping with Beth." I thought this was unusual, as Chrissie's Mom didn't usually leave town during my visits.

I maintained a close friendship with Chrissie's Mom, Betty, and it was routine for me to stay over in the spare bedroom when I came to visit. I Iived in Springdale, two hours to the south, and got to see my daughter about once or twice a month. Recently, during Chrissie's first year in college our visits had slacked off considerably. College meant many new activities for Chrissie, and I spent more time with my girlfriend in Springdale.

This weekend was different though, as Chrissie and I were going up to my relatives' reunion in lower Canada, a short drive from her city.

Chrissie asked me from her bedroom if I could help her with something. I said certainly, and walked through the open door of her bedroom after a short knock. She laughed and said, "you don't have to knock if I ask you to help me, Daddy, just drop what you're doing and hurry!" I chuckled and asked what was so important. She said, turning around, "see this double knot tied by Jennie Lou?" I'm being held hostage by her ineptness in knot-tying!" Sure enough, Jennie Lou had tied the back strap of Chrissie's very skimpy halter top in a very tight square knot. Chrissie's bikini bottom had ridden up over her butt cheeks, leaving her creamy white, perfect little ass almost completely uncovered. As usual, I quickly looked away, not wanting to stare at or ogle my daughter, especially partially naked.

"Okay Chrissie, turn around," I said, and I began untying the knot, which seemed to be tied so securely that Houdini would have had trouble with it. Quickly the knot was free, and I told my daughter to change into something rated at least PG-13 as I left her room. Before I could get to the door, Chrissie asked me if I could help her just a little more. She had gone to the fitness center at the college last night, and exercised vigorously for several hours on the equipment. Every muscle in her body was so sore she said, that it was an effort to move. "Daddy, would you rub my back, like you did when I was a kid?" "I think I can work on it," I obligingly responded, giving my daughter a pat on the head.

As I started to massage her back, she said, "I'm going to lie down, Dad; do you really think you can give me a decent back rub while standing there like a hairdresser??" I again laughed and said well, Chrissie, you got me there, as I sat down next to her on the bed. I told her that I really wanted to get going to see Bruno Langston, my former college roommate who was home from the city for the weekend." Well, Bruno can wait, Dad, I'm hurting so bad that I may need a body cast just to keep from moving. And don't even THINK about telling me any of your stale jokes that you know I'll laugh at. Any laugh right now would be more painful than you could imagine." " So that means I don't talk at all, huh?" "You got it, Pop! Just shut up and work!" This made ME laugh, which I hid from Chrissie, not wanting to make her laugh.

I marveled at how nicely my lovely young daughter had filled out. Her skimpy halter top was loose, and the straps were lying on either side of her smallish, milky white, perfectly rounded breasts which the loose straps had partially revealed on either side of her absolutely flawless young body. Just for a moment I thought how she'd grown into such a beautiful and sexy young woman, after years of awkwardness as a thin little girl.

As I finished massaging her upper back and got up to go, she said sarcastically, "so a licensed massage therapist like you is going to try and get away with THAT??" I quietly laughed, reminding her that I was a social worker, not a masseur. "Well, you certainly give Kate wonderful massages, I hear," Chrissie mockingly replied, smiling with a 'gotcha' grin. I blushed a little and asked how she knew this, and if my girlfriend, Kate confided this much? "Well,' Chrissie replied, 'that's for me to know and you to find out; you'd be surprised at how much we women share," with another smirking grin, even bigger than the last one.

I shook my head and asked my daughter jokingly if she wanted 'hush money' for what she knew. "There you go, Daddy....I told you not to make me laugh!" Just massage my lower back, she said as she guided my hand to the small of her back, then down to the top of her soft, shapely little butt. I gulped when she did this, but before I knew it she led my surprised hand down a little more, over the beautifully rounded contour of her butt and to the delicately curved, soft side of her hip. She rubbed my hand gently over this area briefly, then brought my incredulous hand back up to her lower back and side. She told me to massage her firmly there, and sighed softly when I stroked her velvety smooth skin. "Oh, this is great, Dad, I'll give you about a week to stop! Please, the soreness should be out by tonight with this type of treatment."

I realized at this point that my cock had become hard as a rock, and I quietly started to breath deeper. I was massaging my petite daughter's lower back where it meets her butt and around her side, very close to 'areas of no return.' I knew all too well that this was where Dads don't go! I stopped for a moment to regain my 'composure,' when Chrissie reached for and firmly put my hand back where it had been. She whined for me to please continue, and that she was beginning to feel better. "Oh, alright," I said, agreeably and quietly as I untucked my shirt tail so that my swollen member did not show. I felt so embarrassed and a little taken aback at being so turned on by my own daughter, and told Chrissie that I really had to hurry to see Bruno. "No, she purred slowly. You don't get away that easily. You come home to see me, and you're going to let me suffer with a sore body???"

I was sweating by now and laughed nervously, saying that I could only help her with her back. Her 'body' would have to be fixed up by someone else like her mother. "Oh, you've always helped me, Dad, and you're doing such a great job. Here, just finish it, damnit, she said," turning back to grin at me with a little wink. Oh, my God, I thought....what did she expect, for me to really 'finish her,' like I'd perceived? Oh no, I said, I'm not going any further. I've already massaged you in places I haven't seen in years. I'm sorry, but you've got to use the heating pad or get someone else now. I got up, turning around to leave quickly so the bulge in my pants would not be seen. As I got up, Chrissie also got up, pressing her hot little body tightly against my back, and firmly wrapped her arms around my waist in a bear hug.

I made a face that she couldn't see....like 'oh my god,' how did I get into this??! Then she released her grip and asked me to turn around and talk before I left. Her top was loosely hanging by the flimsy neck strap, and the released side straps hung down by her arms, leaving the beautifully rounded sides of her firm little breasts exposed. Her pointed, eager little nipples stood up at full attention like twin sentinels. The only thing holding the abbreviated top on her was the flimsy little neck strap of the small halter top, which was delicately attached with a small bow knot tied behind her neck. And this was held in place only by my daughter's partially exposed, pinkish little nipples on which the loosened side straps rested. She asked me if I would massage her front, and that it would be nothing I hadn't seen many times when she was younger. Chrissie then laid back on the bed, on her back this time.

I gulped and quickly sat down by her, so as to keep my huge erection covered. My member was far from large, but performing this type of service had brought it to complete attention, which it had not been in a long time. "Chrissie, I said insistently....I'm just not going any further with this massage. I'm your father, and touching you like this is not a proper thing for a father to do." She frowned disappointedly as she got up, and came over to me with a little hug.

As she did this, her top swung to one side, and one small, perfect breast was completely visible. I gasped to myself and thought how I definitely should not be here. Before I could get that sentiment out, my daughter bent down to my face level and crouching beside me, gave me a little kiss on the cheek. She was wearing a knockout perfume...one that took on her own blossoming fragrance of young womanhood.. I admitted to her, "Chrissie, I cannot go on with this massage. I'm only human, and this is taking a toll on me. I'm your father and I'm not supposed to be put in this position."

My daughter gave me her usual pouting little kiss on the lips, and said that she knew that I might not feel completely comfortable, but her body was on fire with sharp pains from over-exercising. She also said that I was the only person she knew who could give a great massage. "Please, Dad, just this once?" "Okay, I said, but if I do, I'm at least going to take a little break now, laughing sarcastically at my own awkwardness." She smiled and told me she understood, and to take all the time I needed, but please just 'finish the job.'

I told her I was going for some water then, and quickly exited the room. I came back in about five minutes, and found that she had gotten under the sheet on the bed. I looked a little puzzled and jokingly asked if she'd run out of clothes. "No, Dad, she replied, I just took off my bikini and got under the sheet so you could massage me without feeling uneasy or embarrassed." I had regained my composure with the five minute break, but hearing this and seeing my beautiful daughter's fully outlined naked body under the sheet brought my dick back to a full 45 degree angle within seconds.

Chrissie closed her eyes and stretched her arms out by her sides. In doing so, her breasts became even more outlined and visible through the thin sheet. Here Dad, Chrissie said as she took my hand, this is where I really hurt. My 'pecs' are screaming with pain. I almost yelled out when she placed my hand on her right breast and gently rubbed it over the rock-hard little nipple which I had seen even through the sheet. She gently rubbed my hand over her hardened nipple and velvet soft breast several times, til I thought I would come in my pants. "Chrissie, I can't do this. You're my daughter and this is not right!"

"Well you don't have to massage this area," she said, as she directed my captive hand down toward her flat stomach and navel. "Here's another place that's on fire with pain. Please use your magic hands here," she begged, reminding me how sore she was. I sighed a little with relief, knowing I wouldn't have to massage her beckoning and erect little breasts. My daughter had always gotten anything she wanted from me, and it looked like a full body massage was not an exception at this time. I gently but firmly massaged her stomach with little firm, circular movements of my fingertips.

This massage technique was used by the guy who had massage my own sore muscles. She started to breath a little heavily and almost gasped to inhale. My own breathing I realized was also labored and quickened. "Chrissie, this must be doing you some good, as you're breathing a sigh of relief." "No, Dad....your hands are really magic! Don't even THINK about stopping what you're doing!" I frowned with worry at her words, but it was too late to remove my hand from her stomach. I gasped at what she did next....

Both Chrissie's hands grasped my hand as she placed it right on her damp little cunt. "You see, Daddy, you're not the only one to be "embarrassed" shall we say," as her shaky little chuckle broke into a deep moan. She softly rubbed my hand up and down over her perfect little pussy until it was soon completely wet. "Chrissie, what......?!!" But before I could object, she slid my index finger into her tight, wet little hole.....Oh god, this is my daughter doing the unthinkable. I gasped with disbelief, wondering how I gotten into this situation, and how I'd get out.

I was now past the point of objecting, as my 'little head' overruled the big one! I completely lost it and pushed her hands out of the way when my daughter said, "oh Daddy, don't stop now." I then moved my head over her, spread her legs and parted her little cunt lips with my thumbs. Then on fire, I started cleaning the inside of her overflowing mound with my tongue. I sucked the pungent, slightly salty nectar out of her beautiful, gushing little pussy, while running my educated tongue down into her hot little hole, then brought my quickly gyrating tongue up toward her hard pea-sized clit.

My hands massaged fully her beautifully rounded ass, while my finger explored the inner parts of her tight, hot little asshole. My tongue quickly flicked her hardened clit til it had in seconds grown about three times as large as it had been. By this time Chrissie was agonizingly begging me for more, and I sucked her engorged clitoris into my mouth. I was rapidly finger fucking her asshole, simultaneously. This caused my daughter to flail and yell obscenities which were punctuated with growling little animal noises, which I had not heard from any other woman.

My daughter had stopped moaning earlier when I started to give her head, and was then almost screaming wildly and mercilessly as I performed my unplanned special 'massage.' Her pelvis had writhed vigorously and instinctively in a breathless effort to get as much of my tongue into her as possible. I feverishly continued as I lustfully pleasured my wildly turned on body, now completely out of control and out of my mind with the excitement of the moment. By this time I was sucking all of the love juice out of her perfect, smallish cunt. This made me crazy with excitement and so hot that I couldn't remember whether or not I'd ever been this frenzied.

"Oh Daddy," she half screamed and gaspingly asked, "do you know how long I've waited for this???" I said "what?!", by now not capable of raising my head from her delicious little pussy. Her fantastic and overpowering fragrance was unlike anything I'd ever smelled. Chrissie's young womanly scent was beyond the finest perfume I knew of, and this natural aroma was unimaginably exciting. I somehow gasped hoarsely, "no, I didn't know you wanted this.....but now I'm afraid it's too late to turn back."

"I've begged you for the last half-hour to excuse me, but now I'll have to finish the job," I said. She whimpered and happily moaned, "you mean you're really going to finish the job, like I asked you thirty minutes ago?" When I heard this I stopped giving her head just for a moment, and raised up to look at her in shear disbelief. "You don't know what you're saying, Chrissie".... "Yes Dad, she emphatically said, I've wanted you as long as you've wanted me." "Oh my god," I uttered, "how did you know," thinking that I'd completely hidden my secret forbidden desire.

"I quietly spied on you and Mom for years, and was so sad that I couldn't get the same treatment," Chrissie lamented. "I knew you loved me as much as you loved Mom, but could not understand why I wasn't allowed in your arms like Mom. Do you think that women, even little women...are completely naive," She teasingly asked, while still breathing like a race horse. Chrissie told me how my body language, my quick glances and other subtle actions had all told her that I was thinking of her as more than a daughter. "Besides," she said, "Jennie Lou has noticed the same thing with her own Dad."

I continued to gently and innocently stroke her upper belly only, not wanting her go back into hysterics like she'd been before. I had to find out just what tipped her off about how I fought my secret feelings of wanting her. She told me that these feelings by fathers of daughters were not uncommon from what she had learned, hearing the girls chat in high school last year.

I remembered how she would bend down at every opportunity when she was with me during 8th and 9th grade, and how I would quickly look away, to avoid seeing her new breasts which she seemed to be trying her best to show off to the world. I'd even thought about reprimanding her about this, but wondered if I secretly liked it, and was a little bit too afraid and embarrassed to tell her mother, even if I'd really wanted to. As she blossomed into young womanhood I realized I definitely liked it when she showed off her modest but beautiful little body. Of course the only reason I tried my best to avoid looking at her was that as her father, and this was not right or acceptable. I thought now that she'd somehow known earlier that I really wanted to look at her, regardless how uninterested I seemed at the time.

This conversation had brought me back to reality. I was about to make love to my own daughter! My own daughter. This thought overwhelmed me as I swiftly started to get up. "Chrissie, this is just something that I cannot on with," I said, trying desperately to convince her, and convince myself. Then she did something that was hard to believe.

With both hands clasped firmly around my neck, she gently pulled my head down so that my face was almost touching hers. She then pulled me a little closer, til I could feel her hot, quick breath in my mouth. I jumped as she pushed her soft, velveteen tongue into my mouth, and started to run her tongue around the open lips of my startled, gaping mouth. This was more than I could bear, or even tear myself away from.