Once Upon a Christmas with Daddy

I was checking out my daughter's nipples. While she touched my hard-on. I must have leaked a little precum, because that one fingertip, on that one most sensitive spot, suddenly felt slippery. I couldn't feel the other four, but that one moved now in slow circles over that V.

I looked back up at her. She was again focused on my cock. Her mouth hung open. I thought I saw deeper shadows - were her nipples getting harder? This was not right.

Again, she spoke just as I gathered my thoughts to speak up and stop this. That one slippery finger stopped its slows circles and began to rapidly flick over that now very stimulated spot. "Yeah, Daddy. Your little girl isn't the only one that is...so...fucking...horny."

I was taken completely by surprise. I came like a teenager, out of control, no warning, spraying up into my daughter's palm. All five fingers now encouraging each subsequent pulsing pump of her father's orgasm. But still just her fingertips, nothing more. Still a light touch, gently stroking five soft lines toward the tip.

I don't think I had ever cum just from a hand job, and this was less contact than a hand job. But I think I still could have stopped things from going further with my daughter, except for what she did next.

Her face held a look of awe as she examined her hand, covered in my explosion. I saw her buck her hips once, like one deep slow thrust, as she kneeled there above me.

With the thumb of her bandaged hand, she hooked the hem of her shirt and stretched it upwards. In one motion exposing her belly, her panties, and her breasts. What glorious breasts! Each a perfect double handful, with the smallest nipples I had ever seen. Pale pink, even with the outer areola a penny would easily cover each one. The hard nubbin in the center, try as it might to thrust outward, was too small to do much more than crinkle into hardness.

Then she brought her free hand, covered in her father's cum, to her belly. She smeared it in, pushing up and over both tits, my daughter massaging my seed into her beautiful young naked curves. I was mesmerized as each breast was compressed and moved by her slippery hand. Her skin shone wet with my cum.

Involuntarily, I thrust upward from the bed into the air beside her, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, Daddy! That was so fucking hot." Her hips were slowly humping again as she continued to rub my juices into her skin. She looked down at me and gasped.

I followed her gaze. My cock was still at attention, without any hint of droop. Again, if that had happened before, it was in high school.

Christi started to let her shirt slide back down, then paused. She grabbed the hem with her right hand too and pulled it over her head and off. My gorgeous, curvy, sexy daughter, half covered in my cum, leaned over me wearing nothing but white cotton panties.

"How long's it been, Dad?"

"Huh?" She had me so far off balance I couldn't think. And her tone was so matter of fact.

"How long's it been? Since you, you know, had sex. With another person?" She smiled at the last part. I did too.

I hesitated before answering though I knew exactly. I sighed. "Four years."

She nodded. "It's been over two for me. What a travesty."

She had a thoughtful look on her face, then suddenly sprung into motion. I saw the gap between her panties and thighs go wide as she threw one leg over my belly. Before I knew what had happened she was sitting on my stomach facing me, one knee on either side. Wearing only thin cotton panties, my daughter straddled her naked father, holding me beneath her. I could see the bandaged heel safely point up off the bed.

"Daddy?" Her voice sounded like a needy little girl again.

"Yes?"

"I want my Christmas present now."

I had completely forgotten this was Christmas morning. She must have felt me tense as I jumped to a conclusion as to what her 'present' would be.

She bit at her lower lip and wiggled her hips just slightly on me. "Not that, Daddy. Naughty, naughty Daddy. Thinking dirty things about his little girl."

She humped a little harder this time and my stiff cock bumped her ass. She smiled down at me. "Naughty Daddy."

"No. I have something else I want my handsome Daddy to do for me. Something I've always wanted my man to do for me." She cupped her unbandaged right hand under her breast and leaned toward me.

She stroked my hair alongside my temple with the fingers of her bandaged hand and leaned forward more.

"Lick your cum off my titty, Daddy. Suck your cum off your little baby's nipple." I saw two of her fingers, that had so recently been gently stroking my cock as I came, pinch one tiny nipple, inches from my face.

I was lost. When my daughter brought the nipple forward to my lips, encouraging my head forward with her other hand, I gave in. I sucked her whole tiny pink bud in while I brought my left hand up to hold her breast. My right hand went to her waist, feeling the swell of her hip. Her hand made room for mine on her tit by grabbing the headboard behind me.

I released her from my mouth and brought my tongue in a broad slow lick between my thumb and finger, barely feeling her hardened little nub. It was salty. A bit umami.

I felt her buck in my hand. Her fingers gripped my hair. "Oh my..." She bucked again harder, and again.

"Yes, Daddy. Yesss." Started as a whine, but trailed off hissing between her teeth.

My lips and tongue went mad on her. Sucking, licking, tasting, flicking.

"The other one." A whisper.

I grabbed her other tit with my right hand, now gripping one in each. I squeezed enough that her unsucked nipple and the end of breast bulged forward then licked just the tiny nubbin with the tip of my tongue.

Once, twice, a third quick flick. I could see the crinkly tightness pulling my angel's whole pink areola inward when I pulled back to look.

Even without my hand on her hips, I could feel them rocking back and forth on my stomach. "Please don't stop. It feels sooo good."

This last was punctuated by a deeper grind of her hips, coinciding with my sucking that nipple deep, then gently catching it in my teeth.

Because my sucking in that perfect pink button occurred as she humped back hard on me, my teeth nipped her delicate tensed flesh just as her panty-clad ass contacted my hard-on.

My cock was pointed strongly up towards her, so when my daughter's hips pushed down, she pushed right onto my swollen head. The head she had been teasing with her fingertips not long ago.

I gasped, releasing my teeth from her. She gasped and her hips plunged forward away from the impact. She lifted them entirely off of me, raising herself slightly onto her knees, before pulling my mouth back onto her.

"Do that again."

I didn't hesitate, but pulled her firm flesh to me while sucking hard on her nub before again biting down on the tip.

Again she gasped as my teeth touched her. Again her hips moved. This time they pushed back in the air above my aching hard cock, raised on her knees as though about to get fucked from behind.

"Oh my god, don't stop, Daddy. It feels so fucking good." I could feel her body tensing just before her hips dropped down on me. My cock was under her now, trapped between us. She started to grind again, faster, more urgent. Only thin cotton separated me from from my only daughter's most forbidden treasure.

Thin wet cotton, as I could feel the slickness of her juices between my cock and her thighs.

I could barely find her hard little nipple with my tongue when I held it in my teeth. But I did find it, and flicked quickly up and down on it. That and the pressure of her father's shaft directly on her panty covered clit pushed Christi over the edge. She collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her as she shook, almost vibrating against my cock as she came.

Her voice against my neck as I held her had no words. "Unnh. Uh.uh.uhnnnn."

It gradually changed to a labored breathing as her shaking slowed. She nuzzled deeper behind my ear.

"Mmmm. Daddy." I felt a light kiss on my neck. "Thank you for my Christmas present."

"You're welcome, baby. You know, you're my present. You're the best present ever." I wrapped her tightly in my arms, delighted my daughter was home and safe. And relieved things had stopped when they did. Not soon enough, but they hadn't gone as far as I feared.

"I know, Daddy. I know. I am. I love you." Her voice sounded blissful, relaxed.

"I love you too. Your Daddy loves his little princess." One hand came up to stroke her hair.

"Mmmm." I felt the slightest of movement, rocking, from her hips against me.

Christi fell asleep within moments as I held her. More surprising, I soon joined her, still holding her on top of me.

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I awoke this time with my daughter's firm ass in my hand. With her lips and breath and tongue on the side of my neck. With long slow rocking thrusts of her hips against me.

"Are you awake, Pa Pa?"

I cleared my throat. "I am."

She levered herself up enough to look down at me. "Good. Promise me you won't move."

She stroked at the hair by my temple before she continued. "I have to pee. But then I want to give you your present..."

"Sweetie, I told you, you are the only present I need or want."

"I know, silly Daddy. I know. Just wait." She pulled her T shirt back on before climbing off of me.

I waited. And watched as she hobbled toward the bath, keeping her heel high. I watched how long and shapely her legs looked coming out of her shirt. The hem hung low enough to cover her panties but that still left a lot of leg.

Not skinny, but long. Muscular thighs and prominent calves tapered gracefully into knee and ankle.

I had more or less promised to stay immobile. Did that include tucking my cock back under the sheet that was currently crumpled at my feet?

Fuck. I was still wet with her juices. My daughter's juices. I heard water running before Christi limped back into sight.

She was still wearing the same thin T shirt, hanging down enough that I couldn't see her panties. Oddly, I had half expected her to come out in a different outfit, even though I knew she had no clothes in my bathroom.

I could see a thoughtful, pondering look on her face as she clambered back onto the bed. Without hesitation, she climbed back astride my stomach, resuming her previous very intimate position. I could not help noticing the swell of her breasts in front of me, pressing outward on the cotton shirt.

Breasts I had sucked, licked and bitten not long ago. Breasts that had been covered in my own cum. The most magnificent breasts I had ever touched, and they were again right in front of me, offered up by this beautiful woman who had been my underdeveloped young daughter five years ago.

I bit into my lower lip when I realized tiny shadows were revealing her diminutive nipples now, where they hadn't been when she had climbed onto me. I looked up to see my daughter studying me, watching me ogle her chest.

"Sorry, sweetie. I couldn't help it. You didn't have these when...I saw you last." I was caught, so why deny I was checking her out?

"Daddy! I did so. I had these." She sat up straight and hefted one in each hand. I could see the shape of them pressing against each other under her shirt. "I had these when you saw me last. I think I remember you not only saw them, you licked your cum off them, Daddy."

As she pointed out my inaccuracy, and my recent crossing of taboo bounds with my daughter, I watched her caress the area over and around her nipples with her index fingers. Then she added her thumbs, gently pinching at them through her shirt.

"Fuck, that was hot. I've always wanted a guy to do that. Who knew it would be my handsome, sexy father? Our...sexy...secret. Right, Daddy?" Her voice had started out fast and excited. The last part was a slow hoarse whisper. She was staring down into my eyes.

I nodded, trying to gather my thoughts. This gorgeous young woman had a talent for throwing me off balance. "Our secret. Yeah."

Christi carefully placed one forearm to either side of me and lowered herself. I felt her breasts touch and then spread out as she put her weight on my chest. She tucked her face in close beside my head. A hint of her breath teased by my ear.

"Our sexy secret." She whispered so low, a zephyr in my ear, following it with a barely audible moan.

She pressed back down along my body with hers, until she contacted the growing head of my cock, resting on my belly but beginning to again fill with blood.

I'm still horny, Daddy." She had to feel me twitch against her at the words. "Still fucking horny."

She nibbled at my ear now, between whispers I should never have been listening to. "And I'm not the only one."

I felt frozen, helpless. Some part of me wanted to push her off and tell her this was wrong and had to stop. Another part wanted to push her off, spread her long perfect legs and shove myself in to this temptress, taking her hard.

If I had an little angel and devil on my shoulders to give me advice in trying situations, right now they would be locked in a double submission attempt, tied up and choking each other. Or maybe 69ing each other, caught up like I was.

The nibbling paused. She wiggled down against me. "Do you want to see my titties again?"

I had to nod my head. I couldn't have said no and I didn't trust myself to speak.

"I want to show them to you. I didn't have these when I was eighteen, did I?"

I shook my head in agreement.

"I like the way you look at your daughter's big firm tits, Pa Pa."

She started to push herself back upright, then dropped her mouth again to my ear, catching the lobe between her lips before she whispered, "I like the way you bite my nipples, too."

Then she sat back up on my stomach. I noticed she was a little further down on me though, as my now-hard shaft was again pressed between us.

My daughter took one of my hands in each of hers. She brought them to each side of her shirt hem, resting on her hips. "Pull my shirt off, Daddy."

She raised her arms over her head. I pulled the bottom of her T up, slowing a little as it caught and then released one breast followed by the other. My daughter leaned her head and arms forward enough that I could pull her shirt the rest of the way off, then leaned back.

She was beautiful. Part my sidekick little girl, part gorgeous stranger who had just appeared in my life less than two days ago. I could hardly tear my eyes away from those wonderful breasts. Especially those tiny, now very hard and crinkled pink nipples.

She was no longer wearing panties. Apparently they did not make the return trip from the bathroom. My only daughter sat on top of me entirely naked, pressing down on my very erect and naked cock. Her hips rocked.

"Are they as nice as you remembered?" This time her hands found bare breasts, pinched exposed nipples. Fortunately the bandage on her hand left covered only the palm. Then she spread her arms wide. "Do you like it?"

Wait. "'Do I like it' what?"

She smiled down at me. "Silly Daddy. Do you like your present? You just unwrapped it didn't you?"

"Christi...we can't...it's not that I..." I trailed off, more put off by the taunting smile she was giving me as she returned to fondling herself, than by my inability to articulate a thought agreed upon by the vast majority of humanity for millennia.

She knew she had me. My daughter reached down with one of her hands and lightly stroked my chest. Her other hand continued to pinch one nipple.

Her lips were parted and her eyelids half closed. Silently, her lips moved, mouthing the word "Daddy."

Her hips began to grind on me.

"Sweetie..." I began.

"Shhh." She cut me off. Her hips were still. "Listen to me, Dad."

She sounded so serious, and looked it.

"When I came to the door the other night, do you know how scared I was?"

I shook my head.

"But I knew you were waiting for me. My father. The one person in the world that deep down I knew would always love me. You opened the door. And I could see it in your eyes: you didn't even recognize me."

I nodded. It was true. There had been a moment when I wondered who this woman was coming to my door when I was expecting my baby girl. It was when she had looked a little scared and hurt, when the young girl she had been came out, that I saw my sweet daughter.

"I wanted to run away so bad in that instant. My daddy didn't know me. Instead you held out your arms to me; you brought me home.

"We'll never have this Christmas again, Daddy. Just this once."

I must have looked puzzled.

"Just this once, I am still that stranger at your door. The woman you're starting to get to know. Just this one Christmas I am still that stranger, the one with the nipples that drive you insane." She pinched hers harder then, stretching it out from her chest.

"Just this once." Those curvy smooth strong hips started to move again, "The stranger you caught fingering herself in your house. The one who inspired that amazing hard-on as you swept her off her feet when she stepped on broken glass. The one you got high. The one whose tits you sucked your own cum off of."

I groaned, at her words and the now wet pressure on my groin as she rocked, sliding her bare pussy up and down my cock.

My daughter finally stopped teasing her nipple. The tender skin around it was actually red from her pinches and pulls. She gingerly leaned forward on both her hands, pressing her weight onto my chest. It lifted the pressure off of my cock. She looked startled when it sprang upwards, lightly smacking her wetness. I felt her hips wiggle briefly side to side at the unexpected contact.

"Daddy." She paused. Her hips did not move. Her breasts were motionless above me, but they called to me, begging for my touch, my lips, tongue, teeth. Christi's eyes locked on mine. "I am so fucking horny. So...are...you."

Her hips began to move again.

"Just this once, just this Christmas, I am that stranger at the door. That horny stranger, appearing in your life to fulfill your deepest desire and hers. She's bringing your long lost baby girl back to you."

I could feel my cock sliding between my daughter's swollen soaked lips, part way inside her. "You said it yourself: I am the best present ever. You unwrapped me. Now love me. Love that horny stranger with the titties you want to suck so bad. Fuck her hard with that big fat cock. She brought your baby home, give her the reward she needs so bad."

It was too much. I pushed upward against her. I felt the head begin to slip in, but it started to meet too much resistance and popped out and up. Christi reached one hand down between us and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

I reached up and grabbed one, then another, perfect tit. I thumbed over two tiny pink nubbins. My daughter's hips lifted slightly as she lined me up. My fat cockhead slipped into place under her guidance, between her lips, ready to force them apart.

She radiated heat. I wanted her so bad. I slipped inside as she lowered herself. Or the head slipped inside. She hovered there, almost squatting, still holding me in her hand. She blew out a long controlled breath as her eyes looked toward the ceiling in concentration.

She raised up, dropped down again. So tight. She could only add another inch perhaps of shaft this time. She felt wet. Very wet in fact. She was just tight. And nervous.

She started to move up and down on just those few endmost inches. My daughter was fucking her pussy with the head of my cock. With her magnificent breasts in my hands.

"That's it, baby girl. Fuck your tight little pussy. Get it ready to take that big cock."

I smiled. "Just this once."

She looked down at me and smiled back. Her face relaxed. "Yeah. Just this once."

She bounced down then harder on me, easing her fingers' grip on my shaft. My head pushed aside inner walls deeper inside her, forcing her open under her own weight.