Winsome

"Oh, baby girl, I want you so bad," I breathed as Winsome began to grind her hips against my hardness. I stroked my cock faster, her smiling face encouraging me to build toward climax. Her pretty face shone, her curly brown hair waved, her taut tummy writhed and her breasts bloomed, all for her daddy's sinful pleasure. "Yes, baby, that's it. Now put your pussy on daddy now. Let me feel that wet pussy, sweetheart," I whispered in a groan as I stroked steadily up and down my meat pole.

I simulated fucking my daughter, wrapping her soiled panties around my thirsty cock and bucking my hips upward as if Winsome was riding me. "Mnnn, oh, yeah, Winsome! Winsome, you made daddy cum! Oh, good girl, good girl!" I exclaimed as quietly as I could, painting my abs and chest with stripes of hot, sticky cum I pumped out of my cock.

Winsome's panties were ruined. There was no way I could return them to her in this condition - covered in her father's cum. It made me remember what had happened last week, when she came with her laundry basket to collect her panties from me. What if she came tonight? I quickly pulled my pants and underwear back up as I came to my senses, then grabbed my shirt. That's when I noticed it - the door was cracked!

I slowly opened the door, fully expecting Winsome to be standing outside with questions. But there was no one there. The house was completely quiet - no footsteps scurrying upstairs that I could hear. I looked back at the door. Did I forget to close it? That door did latch funny sometimes. I pushed the door back closed to inspect it. It seemed to latch but then cracked open a second later. I was relieved. I hadn't been caught, I ruminated, I just didn't close the door all the way.

I made my quiet way upstairs, cold, wet cum stripes soaking in my shirt. There was no sign of movement from my daughter and no light under her bedroom door so I assumed she was asleep. I quickly made my way to my room and deposited her soiled panties into my own hamper. I would wash off the evidence of my indiscretion and return the pink thong to her after.

*****

The next few days before her third date were a little different, to put it lightly. She had become very affectionate with me, asking me for kisses every night, pouting, begging and whining if I said 'no' until I had changed my mind. After the first few days I stopped saying 'no' altogether, her honey sweet kisses being too good to resist. They started out as just good night kisses, really quick right before bed. I'd give her a peck on the lips, she'd whine and say, "pleeeease, one more daddy!" and I'd give in and give her a longer, more sensual kiss.

From that point it went from one, semi-innocent good night kiss that she would have to beg for to long, sensual lip locks that I would initiate. No longer were they limited to before bed but we would kiss increasingly frequently throughout the day. An after breakfast smooch, a midday kiss, a makeout session during a movie night. It got to the point I would be woken out of my sleep by my daughter's pretty, eager lips on mine.

We'd kiss and roll around in bed cuddling, her in a little tshirt and soft cotton panties, me in a pair of boxers or briefs. I would feel the fleshy, firm mounds of her young breasts, her hard nips poking against my bare chest. And she felt the strength of my solid morning wood right through her panties, I'm certain. And it all just felt so natural, so right - not like I was molesting her but like I was caring for my affectionate daughter.

I loved kissing Winsome - the way she'd smile against my lips like she was really happy to be once again sharing a kiss with her daddy. The way her self-soothing moans sounded like sensual sex purrs. I loved her. More deeply than ever, more thoroughly, in more ways than I ever imagined.

And that's where it stopped, at kissing and the occasional rub (a 'mistaken' brush of my hand on her breast or butt, a quick, glancing stroke of her arm past my hard cock). I really didn't get the impression from her that she wanted me to go any further. I mean, we never even added any tongue. If so, she would have asked just like she asked me to kiss her, right? And without such a green light, there was no way I could betray her chances with a really good guy like Brandon. If ever my makeout sessions with my daughter made me too horny, I'd simply escape to the bathroom and take care of myself, albeit to visions of sticking my heavy cock into any of her tight, virgin holes.

*****

It was finally Friday, third date night, sex night for Winsome. "Are you gonna help me get dressed for tonight, daddy?" Winsome chirped gleefully, smiling from ear to ear.

"Not this time sweetheart," I replied, "you're allowed to wear whatever you want." I was honestly afraid to be alone with her while she dressed again. For the past two days, I was unable to masturbate because Winsome and I stayed practically glued to each other, wearing little to nothing, kissing until her lips were turning a luscious reddish color. I was afraid that all my restraint would go down the drain if I saw her take off her towel and bend over to put on a other pair of sex ass panties again. I was sure I wouldn't be able to keep my cock from between her surely drippy wet pussylips.

Winsome gasped happily. "Really, daddy!?" I nodded one time with a smile. "You're the best! Thank you!" She hugged me tight and kisse me, noticeably savoring what might be our last kiss just as I was, and then hurried up to her room. Just that one, short little, twenty-second kiss (short by our new standard anyway) got me fully hard and viciously horny.

For her and her possible future husband's sake, I wrestled with my desires to follow and just take my daughter's virginity. To catch her while she changed clothes, hold her down and fuck her for all she was worth. To deflower my princess, to stroke her tight, wet pussy until she cums for me. Surely she'd be too horny to resist me. Hell, she had to have been just as hot for me as I was for her, or else she wouldn't be so eager to kiss me and cuddle with me every chance she got.

My musings didn't help me resist, but kept me frozen in place just fantasizing about doing the very thing I shouldn't. I imagined my hands all over her young, tight body, her giggling uncontrollably or moaning 'daddyyyy' in the most adorably alluring voice. I would embrace her in a hug with my hands underneath her ass, between her legs, and then squeeze and spread her flesh, opening up her pussy from a little wet slit to a slippery, pink tunnel. I'd slide a few fingers down in between and-

I was snapped out of my thoughts by her appearance down from her room. I hadn't even heard her footsteps on the stairs I was so lost in my vividly lewd daydream. Winsome was dressed similar to how she had planned on her first date, in the same tiny, black skirt that looked like lingerie and a black lace camisole that was cropped to show her amazing, flat tummy. This time there was no bra underneath but the webbing on her little cups were somehow enough to cover up her nipples, though revealing much of her breast skin.

"How do I look?!" My daughter asked, spinning around quickly, predictably causing her scrap of a skirt to flare outward, baring her white lace thong panties.

"You... look amazing, sweetheart," growing a little jealous of Brandon who would get to see her like this all night and then get to remove it all too. "Are you sure this is what you wanna wear?"

"Yeah! I want him to know tonight's the night!" Winsome chirped cheerfully.

I sighed, resolving that it was time to give up certain parts of my relationship with my daughter and hand them over to Brandon. "And I'm sure he will, baby," I managed a smile. "You look..., so amazing!" I said, instinctively reaching out for her hand as I used to do her mother when I was ready to take her. It was like muscle memory. I pulled her into me and embraced her. She smelled like sugar and vanilla and felt like hot, soft butter in my arms and against my chest. I couldn't help but steal another kiss on those soft, glossy little lips of hers.

I pressed my firm lips to hers and they melted like cotton candy. Familiar moans filled her throat as I kissed and smacked and sucked on my daughter's ready mouth. Our mouths were open as usual, but this time I dared to venture further, licking up from her bottom lip, briefly inside her wet mouth and then her top lip. Winsome reacted with a soft whimper, causing me to repeat my action. This time, Winsome released her own tongue to meet mine between our parted lips. As soon as our tongues touched I got greedy - we both did.

I stuck my tongue forcefully into my daughter's hot mouth, shamelessly groaning in need. I backed her up against the kitchen table, then lifted her up onto it causing us to break the kiss. "Oh, daddy!" Winsome panted, opening her thighs for me to step between.

"I love you, babygirl," I panted before rushing in for another kiss.

"I love you, daddy!" Winsome briefly broke the kiss to say before our mouths collided again. I placed my hands on Winsome's knees, sliding them up to about mid thigh (which still didn't reach the hem of her tiny skirt) and back down again, unsure still whether I should think with my cock and snatch her panties from underneath her or at least try to be a good father and end this. I suppose the universe helped make the right choice. Just as my hand slipped up my daughter's skirt, right beyond the edge, the doorbell rang.

"I- sorry, I'm sor- I'm..., I..., I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't- I shouldn't have done that," I babbled, unsure whether I was apologizing for going this far or not going far enough. She seemed to really want it, maybe even more than me. But either way, I didn't want to get caught with my daughter and I surely didn't want to ruin her chance at a healthy relationship with a truly decent guy.

"It's ok, daddy. It was just a kiss. You didn't do anything wrong. You're such a good daddy. You just gave me what you know I needed - a good kiss before my big date."

I sighed again, staring at her in the state she was in, lips swollen and pink from our kiss, nipples poking through the fabric of her slinky blouse, legs spread sitting on the table in a black, six-inch pleated skirt. How could you be this naive? I'm a terrible father, I berated myself. "C'mon, we don't wanna keep him waiting," I sighed. Winsome reapplied makeup and straightened herself out, then I gave her a once over to make sure she didn't look like someone who had just made out and I sent the couple on their way. Hopefully they'd have sex, she'd fall in love and all this inordinate intimacy between us could be put to rest.

*****

I had just exited the shower when the doorbell rang. Or maybe it was ringing while I was in the shower, I thought and hurriedly threw on a robe to rush down to answer the continuously ringing ging doorbell.

"Hey, guys, its..., early isn't it," I said. Winsome just bolted past me with an attitude, like she couldn't stand to stand next to Brandon another second. "What happened!?" I asked him.

"I don't know, Mr. Leonard..., I just..., she just..., I-"

"What did you do to my daughter!?"

"Nothing! I didn't do anything!"

"So why are you back so early and why is she mad?"

"Sir, with all respect, maybe..., maybe you should ask her?" I didn't like that comment. Any other boy would have already been punched in the solar plexus for taking that tone with me. I thought I'd give Brandon another chance though.

"Well, I'm asking you! Tell me what happened, right now!"

"Sir, I really think you should hear it from her. I- I don't want to get her in trouble," he said, sounding sincere. I looked at him, judging what to do.

"Ok, fine. But expect to be hearing from me. Soon."

"Yes, sir," he said and turned around to get in his car and leave.

"Winsome," I called out recieving no answer as I stepped into the kitchen. I spotted a wad of white cloth in the middle of the kitchen table. Getting closer, I realized they were her panties, still warm from her body. She must have forgotten she didn't need to give them to me this time. "Winsome!" I called again once I ascended the stairs, her little panties in hand.

"Yes, daddy," she said from behind the closed door to her room. I took it as an invitation, came in and sat on the edge of the bed turned toward her.

"Baby, tell me what happened," I said soothingly, looking over at my daughter who was sitting on top of the covers with her back against the headboard and her arms folded across her chest. I resisted the magnetic tension pulling my eyes toward her lush, glistening legs and kept my focus on her welling eyes. I clutched her panties tight in my hand, attempting to ignore the silkiness of my daughter's unmentionables, and the taboo lust that they stirred inside me.

"Nothing happened," she huffed, looking down away from me.

"I know something must've happened. You're not acting this way for no reason. It's ok. I'm not gonna be mad, Winsome. Just tell me what happened so we can talk about it."

"But that's it, daddy. Nothing happened. He didn't..., he didn't try and..., y'know..., fuck me."

"U- oh." I was surprised, but I probably shouldn't have been. Even though Winsome was as gorgeous as she was, Brandon was a very traditional, church-going young man. I knew of his commitment to celibacy, but thought a few nights out with my sexy daughter would easily overpower it - the here and now being more compelling than a man's lofty standards. I underestimated him. "Well, that's okay, sweetheart, eventually he'll come around."

"I don't know, dad, he's pretty serious about not doing it. Like..., he doesn't even masturbate."

I chuckled. "Well, every guy doesn't do that. And I doubt you'd want him to do that while you two are together. You shouldn't worry too much about one sexless third date. Just means he respects you enough to wait. You just gotta put the moves on him a bit," I said with a smirk.

She looked up at me with an almost puzzled look. "The... moves?

"Yeah. I'm sure you caught him looking at your body, right?" She nodded. "That's because a man can't resist looking at what you have. Your body - these gentle curves, your legs, your breasts..., your... bottom- guys automatically react to those things. They can't keep their eyes off, so, if you just let him feel you, he won't be able to keep his hands off either. Just find any excuse to touch him and rub up against him and he'll be all over you. I'm sure of it."

She looked thoughtful, a smile flashed and fleed her lips, then she whispered, "so, if I do that, he'll act more like you do?"

"Uh- I..., no..., I mean- Winsome, that's- that's different! I'm your dad..., I'm, I-"

"I know! You're my daddy and you have to touch me and kiss me because he's supposed to do it and he doesn't! I don't wanna have to make all the moves. I want someone who's not scared to take what they want. Someone who'll push my buttons, touch me and kiss me and..., take advantage of me. I want him to fuck me because he wants to, not because I want him to!"

What is she saying!? I couldn't speak or move. I was frozen, wide eyed, cock ever growing under my robe at my daughter's feverish admissions, not to mention the fact I began to rub her wispy panties between fingers and had found the gusset - not drenched, but significantly wet. When I noticed it, I panicked a bit and flattened my hand out, mistakenly right on Winsome's inner knee. I had my daughter's wet panties held between her bare legs and I dared not move my hand away.

"And I'm still so horny all the time. I wake up so wet sometimes my thighs are sticky. Everything feels so tingly, everywhere! My nipples get so achy," she palmed her breasts when she said it, "any touch just shocks me and makes me wanna do it more, but when I do, I just feel hornier and hornier! I almost wanna cry!" The sexual frustration on her face was evident as she groped herself a little, then set her hands in her lap, a couple fingers meeting mine between her knees, both of us now with a hand on her wet panties.

My left hand lay across my lap, holding down a massive erection. The other hand I used to gently caress my daughter's, both tangled in her soiled panties. "So...," I started softly, "when we uh..., kiss and cuddle? Does that help?"

She sighed deeply. "I..., don't know. It starts to feel really good..., like, between my legs..., in my..., my pussy," when she said 'pussy' her hand shifted further up her thigh, dragging my hand and her panties with it. She had a sweet, shy grin on her perfect lips. "Like, sooooo, good. But then, when we stop, it's worse. I feel like I could explode if I even graze my nipple. I don't wanna stop though, daddy!" she clarified sharply. "I know it's bad but please don't stop kissing and cuddling me. please!"

"Of course not sweetheart," I shifted around so that I was shoulder to shoulder with her in the small bed. She scooted over to give me room, but then draped her leg over the top of mine when I got settled. She leaned her head on my shoulder and purred like a kitten. I interlocked my fingers with hers, our hands still tangled in her worn panties sitting on her lap, right in the middle of the tiny black skirt.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"How does it feel when you masturbate?"

I scoffed, "how do you know I-" then I stopped and stared at her. She saw me!

"Its okay, daddy. I know you masturbated with my panties the other night and I'm not mad. I just want to know how it feels."

I relaxed some. "To masturbate?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded and smiled prettily.

"Umm, good?" Not wanting to spill embarrassing details about masturbating with my daughter's panties, I tried to shift the focus to her. "How does it feel when you do it?"

She laughed aloud, "silly daddy! Girls can't masturbate! What would they pull?"

I stared at her bewildered for a moment, before bursting into a roaring fit of laughter. She looked puzzled as to why I couldn't contain my laughter and I explained once I was half able to speak, "baby, girls can masturbate. They do it all the time."

"But..., what? How? Why didn't you ever tell me!?"

"I don't know. I just assumed you already knew. I mean, you did try to fuck a carrot..."

"But that just hurt."

"That's because you did it wrong. A carrot isn't made for sticking in your pussy, baby."

"...so, if I do it right..., it won't hurt?"

"No! It'll feel good. I hear it feels even better for girls than guys! So, you really didn't know you can masturbate?" I peered at her again in disbelief.

"No! I had no idea! I was so horny all the time and I could have just did it myself?"

"Yeah!" I laughed.

So, my daughter and I had a full on conversation about masturbation. Sitting on her bed, me in just a robe, her in a modicum of a skirt, the panties she had removed being played with between our fingers. At some point, she ended up sitting between my legs, leaning against me so that her back was against my chest and I was sure she could feel my hard shaft pointing up her lower back through the wool robe. Her legs went from crossed at the thigh, to crossed at the ankles to uncrossed, to opening and closing at the knees with her feet together.

I could look over her shoulder and see the skirt had ridden up, but the view disappointed slightly since she had apparently donned another pair of panties - yellow, cotton bikinis. And after our conversation, I just couldn't help but want to touch her pussy. "I could show you how to touch yourself if you want."

"Is that- is that okay? It's not..., bad?"

"If it feels bad, just say so and I'll stop. I promise."

"Okay, daddy."

Oh, I'm gonna take time to relish this, I thought to myself. "Okay, so you know how your nipples get real sensitive and it makes you jittery whenever you touch them?"