Safe and Warm

Krissy scrutinized me with a determined look upon her lovely face. "Daddy, I need to ask you a few questions."

My mind reeled, "Wha...what about?"

Staring at me intently, she inquired, "Were you being honest...you know, about my mom? I mean, you two are not getting back together, right?"

After a few deep breathes, I answered, "Of course I was being honest. I have no idea if we'll, ahh...date again. But I doubt it."

Kris barely reacted, which unnerved me slightly, so I had to ask, "Does that bother you?"

"Well, when we first met...I dreamed of you two being together again," she shared. I was about to speak, before she added, "But not anymore."

The last words threw me. Having no idea how to respond, I remained silent, but guessed the interrogation was far from over.

Abruptly changing the subject, Krissy probed, "So, what's the deal with the girl from the grocery store?"

"You mean, Carrie?"

"Yes, Carrie."

"Well, there's...not much to tell," I fumbled.

"Are you sleeping with her?" Kris asked, pointedly.

There was simply no way I could admit to her what really happened between Carrie and I. "What? Of course not!"

"Well, are you planning on seeing her again? You said you'd call her soon."

"No, I told you..." I started.

"But did you tell her?" Kris interrupted. "She seemed super into you."

"I just...well..." I muttered, before words failed me. I felt like prey caught in a leghold trap - able to wiggle about, but unable to break away.

Kris slowly eased herself backwards, sliding even further down my body, her butt finally settling merely an inch or two from the tip of my hard shaft. With a twisted grin, she announced, "Just so you know, I'm the jealous type. I don't like sharing."

I furiously fought to find words, yet none would come. The seductive look in her eyes, coupled with the tantalizing pressure on my belly left me nearly catatonic.

Kristin leaned in and placed her palms upon my chest. Looking down upon me with a wicked grin, she asked, "Do you remember what I told you?"

My mind reeled. "No, I, umm...about what?"

"That you were everything I always wanted in a Dad?"

"Ahh, yes...I remember. Thank you."

I watched as a smile widened upon her beautiful face. Scrutinizing me closely, Kris asked quietly, "Do you want to know a secret?"

We had shared a secret before, and as Kristin's dad, I assumed her intentions must be innocent. Yet her voice seemed to betray her. It dripped with sensuality, which sent tingles throughout my body. The idea of another secret between us intrigued me. "Yes," I nodded, almost helplessly.

Kristin again eased herself down my body, until her warm crotch came to rest upon my cock. Before I could protest, she quickly dropped her chest to mine, hugging me tightly. Nibbling my ear, she admitted, "You're everything I ever wanted in a lover, too."

While illicit images of sharing intimacies between us had often invaded my thoughts, I assumed my young, sweet daughter could never feel the same. It simply seemed beyond belief.

Before I could say a word or offer resistance, Krissy started rolling her crotch against mine, whispering sensually, "Love me, Daddy. Please love me."

I had been fighting the attraction for my daughter since nearly the second we met. The stunning young woman with whom I first shared a booth in the diner had come to hold my heart within her hands. I tried to convince myself it was love, or at least a longing to finally connect. While those both were undoubtably true, there was no denying another "L word." Lust.

Lost in the moment, without time to contemplate the tremendous consequences, my lustful side won out. Flexing the muscles of my ass tightly, I forced my crotch upwards, moaning, "I love you, baby girl."

"Oh, god Daddy...I love you too," Kris whimpered before she collapsed atop me.

As Krissy rested on my chest, I tenderly traced my hands up and down her back. Easing my fingers into her hair, I began caressing the base of her scalp. A long, contented purr escaped her lips, "Hmm...yes."

Inspired, I tightened my digits within her roots. I gently peeled her head back until we were face to face. Our eyes met only for a moment, before I leaned up to kiss her.

In the beginning, we were tentative, our lips barely touching. Slowly, the passion intensified, higher and higher, until we were kissing with unrivaled passion.

My tongue traced a line across Krissy's lower lip, before I plunged it into her mouth. I could feel a shiver run throughout her body when our tongues touched for the first time.

Kristin responded enthusiastically. She hungrily locked her mouth to mine, then began writhing her midsection slowly against my own again.

We had clearly reached the point of no return. There was no going back. I understood there may be consequences, but hoped neither one of us would have regrets. I eased my palms down Kristin's back to engulf her ass, helping to guide her nubile young body forwards and back along the length of my stiff shaft.

"Oh, Daddy," Kris mewed contentedly.

I had no idea if Kristin was a virgin, but assumed she was not. When she had admitted to being the jealous type, and didn't like sharing, I figured she had experienced love and loss before. I was determined to love her totally and completely, and never lose her.

When I first read about genetic sexual attraction, the entire concept seemed highly dubious. Yet the more time I spent around Krissy, the more plausible it became. There simply was no denying I wanted my daughter. But as the more mature party, should I stop? Could I stop?

Perhaps sensing my indecision, Kristin broke our lip lock. Sitting up, she peered into my eyes. After giving me the briefest of smiles, she reached down to grasp the hem of her shirt. In one swift motion, she easily peeled it above her head and tossed it over her shoulder. She was left naked, save for her tiny panties.

My eyes were instantly drawn to her chest. On her long, lean frame, Krissy's tits hadn't stood out previously. But seeing them close up, unencumbered and mere inches from my face, they were spectacular. Pale pillowy mounds of flesh, without the slightest sag, capped with puffy pink nipples.

I lifted my gaze to find Kristin holding me in her eyes, a beautiful smile twisting her lips. "I was going to ask if you liked my boobs, Daddy. But I think I already know the answer."

Before I could respond, Kris slid up my torso, then lowered her chest towards my face. Cupping her breasts in her palms, she offered them to me, "Kiss them."

And I did. I first pecked one swollen nipple, then lovingly swiped my tongue all around it. Tilting my head upwards, I then sucked the hard nub within my lips to gently clamp the tender flesh between my teeth.

"Oh, umm...oh god," Krissy whimpered as she engulfed my head in her arms, holding me tightly.

Turning slightly, I then lavished similar attention on the other side. Very slowly, back and forth, I orally made love to my daughter's heaving chest.

Kissing Kristin was magical, and toying with her tits was astounding, yet that felt like child's play. I needed to take things to another level. To that point Kris had largely been in control of the action. Feeling the time was ripe to exert myself, I wrapped her tightly within my arms, and quickly spun us over. As we rotated in the air, I heard her gasp, "Whoa!"

After settling back on the bed, I was left centered firmly between my daughter's outstretched legs. Poised above her, I desperately sought for any sign not to proceed. Thankfully, I found none. I then happily lowered my face to kiss Kris once more. Our mouths melded together and our tongues joyfully reunited.

Never in my life had I become so aroused by a kiss, not even with my first girlfriend as a teen or my bride on our wedding night. But this was far different than any I had ever before experienced. The gorgeous girl with whom I was making out wasn't only the spitting image of Heather Doyle, but her daughter. And more incredibly, my own daughter too. The incestuous overtones were impossible to ignore, yet oddly only heightened my arousal.

Our groins languidly pitched together as we necked. Kris rolled her hips up towards me, while I gently rocked downwards into her.

I then peeled myself backwards, letting my lips wander sideways. First kissing Krissy's cheek, then nibbling on her ear, before running my tongue down her neck and outwards across her shoulder.

Very deliberately, I worked my way lower. Kristin heaved as I once again suckled her nipples, while my hands kneaded her flesh. She appeared to revel in the attention, lovingly caressing my head as I toyed with her body. "Oh yes, Daddy," she whined.

Hearing the soft sighs, and feeling her quiver beneath me only enflamed my desire. I couldn't help but think of her comment about being everything she wanted in a lover, and was determined to measure up.

After releasing the swollen nub from between my lips, I gently showered butterfly kisses straight down the center of Krissy's taut tummy. A contented whimper filled my ears as I teased the inside of her cute belly button with just the tip of my tongue.

Before I had even reached Kristin's crotch, an unmistakable feminine fragrance permeated the air. The sweet scent of my daughter's arousal filled my nostrils, sending pulses racing throughout my body.

I ran my hands down Krissy's hips as I shifted lower on the bed, my face poised mere inches from the apex of her thighs. A small triangle of fabric barely covered her crotch. Unable to help myself, I eagerly craned my neck forward, only stopping when my nose rested in the center of the lacy white V.

All my senses tingled. Kristin's warm skin felt amazing under my palms, while her soft moans filled my ears. The sight of her barely concealed mound was astounding, and her aroma was heavenly. But I needed to satisfy my one remaining sense. Drawn like a bear to honey, I had to taste her.

Given our familiar relationship, I had no idea if there would ever be a next time between us. Sensing the enormity of the moment, I knew I had to make the absolute most of it. Come hell or high water, I was going to make this a night to remember.

Much like I had done with her tits, I was desperate to lavish attention on other spots too. Settling lower, I first kissed her knees and nibbled softly on her thighs -- all the while slowly but steadily working upwards. Inch by inch, my drooling mouth gradually drifted towards her crotch.

Nearing the union of her legs, I placed my palms beneath her knees, and forced them slightly upwards and outwards. My daughter was left spread before me, with only a sliver of slightly sodden material keeping her remotely modest. The discolored fabric held my gaze and seemed to beckon me onward.

Peering up between Kristin's legs, I found her observing me through glassy eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but otherwise she appeared quite content.

Encouraged, I pressed onwards. Scooting forward, I swabbed my tongue up the smooth shaved skin just beside one seam of her miniscule panties, then traced it back down the other. I delighted in the salty, earthy flavor filling my mouth.

With my nose nearly buried inside of her pussy, Kris' scent was intoxicating. The silky fabric tickling my snout was the only thing keeping me from further exploring her sex. It simply had to go.

Kristin barely moved as I grasped her panties at the hips. Pushing her thighs upwards to force her butt off the bed, I peeled the moist fabric down her sleek legs. After untangling them from her feet, I flung the undies aside.

Wrapping my hands around her ankles, I guided them until they were pressed to her bottom. Staring into Krissy's eyes, I teased my fingers gently up the soft skin of her calves. Cupping her knees within my palms, I eased her legs apart.

Before me, nestled between spread thighs, was the most perfect pussy I had ever seen. Slender pink lips, glistening with dew, held my gaze. A triangular tuft of neatly groomed blondish-brown hair capped her crotch, like an arrow pointing towards the promised land. A place I was more than ready to visit.

For years I had regretted missing the opportunity to go down on Heather when I had a chance, or having no memory of it anyway. This would be different. Although I was completely aware of whom I was with, thoughts of stopping had entirely vanished.

I twisted my face to again kiss and nibble Krissy's inner thighs. Her amazing scent once more drifted into my nose, lustily enticing me towards her crotch. Finally settling directly between her legs, I extended my tongue to lap Krissy's bare labia for the very first time. My taste buds exploded, delighting in her fabulous flavor.

I briefly teased Krissy's lips, before impatiently delving my tongue within her. Like a starving man, I was desperate to eat her up.

"Ung, oh god," Kris whined, as I lapped away at her slick flesh.

Her spongy cavern was like silk, and I relished the sensation. I lightly teased the tip of my tongue over her lips, before burying it deeply inside her once more to feast on her copious juices.

"Hmm...yes, Daddy," Krissy purred softly.

Her words from earlier kept echoing in my ears, as though on a loop, "Love me, Daddy. Please love me." Beyond anything else, I desired only one thing. From the pit of my soul, I simply needed to make Kristin cum.

I eased my right hand down her spread thigh, then rolled my wrist, pressing my index and middle fingers to her crotch. Completely soaked, I easily slid them within her.

"Ungh," Kristin grunted, at the seemingly welcome intrusion.

I set my left hand on her lower belly, then used my fingertips to peel back her hood. Krissy's clit was engorged, distended and pale pink. Never before had I imagined one could be beautiful, yet it was.

Unable to wait any longer, I began lightly teasing it with the tip of my tongue, like a hummingbird lapping nectar from a flower bud. Kristin's response was immediate. Her hips rocked into my face, as she cried out, "Yes!"

My fingers had been idle inside her before I started easing them forwards and back. Both my hands and mouth worked in unison, showering attention on Krissy's sex.

I soon felt two hands delve into my hair to grasp my head. "Oh, god...yes, Daddy," she sighed, as she forced my face against her crotch.

From the movement of her hips, and her throaty groans, I knew Kris must be close. I concentrated my oral attention primarily on her clit, while I increased the speed of my determined digits.

Kristin spread her thighs wider, and used her feet for leverage as she held me firmly in place. "Hmm, oh yes," she groaned wildly as she thrust against me. I prayed my neighbors had their windows closed, or at least had their noisy fans turned up extra high on the warm evening.

Sensing her need, I adjusted the pace of my probing fingers to match her rapidly rolling hips.

"Oh, oh, oh..." Kris huffed at my insistent effort.

I rapidly pistoned my arm back and forth as I slurped her sex, desperate to bring her to climax.

Nails dug firmly into my scalp as Krissy's body convulsed, while she loudly roared, "Yes, Daddy!"

I continued lightly licking her clit and slowed the rhythm of my hand in time with her relaxing body. After what seemed like hours riding out her orgasm, Kris finally settled back into the mattress with an extended sigh.

Extracting my fingers from her pussy, I greedily slipped them into my mouth. After sucking off all her fluids, I began tenderly lapping her entire crotch, desperate to consume every ounce of her essence. My tongue bath complete, I crawled atop Krissy's body until we were face to face.

Kris stared back at me with glassy eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her typically impeccable hair was tossed about her head like a damp mop. "Daddy...that was...so amazing," she gasped, still laboring to catch her breath.

My heart fluttered at the compliment - without a doubt, the best experience of my entire life. Perhaps we really were ideal lovers. Spellbound as I looked down upon my daughter and hungry for greater intimacy, I lowered my lips to hers. The union of her warm, wet mouth against my own once again seemed perfect.

We basked in our embrace for what seemed like hours, until I felt her stir. Pressed so tightly against her groin, Kris must have felt my rock-hard enthusiasm for the moment. She then lowered a hand and forced it between us to grasp my shaft. Peering at me intently, she said, "Let me take care of you."

Deep down, I knew I should have said no - or at least felt amazingly conflicted. Yet I did not. I simply just rolled onto my back and let my daughter explore.

Kristin smiled at me brightly, then barked, "Get that shirt off."

After complying with her instructions, I settled back down on the bed, eager for what was to come.

Much like I had done to her, Kris leaned in and sensually kissed and caressed her way down my body. She lavished attention on my nipples, which was something new to me, yet I enjoyed it immensely. Finally with face poised above my crotch, she slyly teased, "These shorts look super tight, Daddy. Wouldn't want them cutting off your circulation, would we?"

Shaking my head slightly in agreement, I muttered, "Of course not."

Kris then placed both hands upon my hips, and after a tug I was soon naked.

At first Krissy barely looked towards my face, as she seemed completely engrossed with the view down below. When her eyes finally locked on mine, she stammered, "Holy hell, Dad...you're huge."

Wow! The most beautiful girl I'd ever known seemed enamored with my cock. My heart swelled, right along with my swollen prick.

I watched in amazement as Krissy slowly reached to grasp me. My entire body quaked when her slender fingers engulfed my prick, and her warm palm began languidly stoking. Her hand lightly danced up and down, nearly driving me insane with her feathery touch. A glob of precum glistened from the tip, sparkling like a jewel under the lights.

Krissy's eyes turned towards my own. As her hand rhythmically caressed my shaft, she whispered, "So big...I've never..." Her thought was left unfinished.

I was unsure exactly what she meant, but assumed she hadn't been with a guy with a decent sized cock before. I wasn't porn-star huge, but at around eight inches, I understood I was certainly larger than average. Standing six two, to me my cock had always seemed proportional, yet had drawn complimentary reviews from prior lovers.

Once again, my dad mode kicked in. "Honey, you don't have to..." I started, yet even I didn't know exactly how to finish. "You don't have to suck me?" Or, "You don't have to fuck me?"

Kris peered at me momentarily, then turned to again look at my crotch. I watched in awe as she slowly moved her face towards my dick, then brought her lips to the crown. I felt her warm, wet tongue circle the head, and watched as the bead of precum disappeared into her mouth.

My body quivered as Krissy began bobbing up and down on my dick. Her lips and tongue worked in unison, almost as if she were nursing, desperate to feed from me.

Kris shuffled her knees until she settled between my outstretched legs. She continued to stroke the base of my cock with her hand, as she worked the rest with her mouth. It was clear that Krissy was no stranger to that part of the male anatomy, and I found myself insanely jealous of anyone who had experienced her attention previously.

With my thick shaft stretching her lips, I was surprised to find Kris gazing up at me. She appeared determined to take me deeper, going slightly lower with each nod of her head. Krissy seemed desperate to provide me pleasure.

The idea of cumming in her mouth was truly amazing, but I had something else in mind. For our first time together, I wanted to cum in her pussy. Bareback, as confounding as that may seem, given our history. But I hoped there would be other times in the future I could feed her my seed.