John Phillips sat back in the easy chair and loaded his pipe. He fired the briar, drew on it enough to insure an even bum, then leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes while the lush aroma of the tobacco drifted around him. He had to do something about Mikki. The problem was that he didn't know exactly how to approach her. Giselda had been no help. His big, lusty blonde had a sure cure for everything. John was not about to resort to that for his lovely young daughter. Hell no! Besides, who would he get to provide the service if Giselda were correct that all the girl needed was a good fuck?
He pictured the little brunette as she had looked earlier in the evening. John shook his head at the memory of her firm young tits. He remembered the outline of her saucy ass beneath the skin-tight slacks. He saw the soft brilliance of her green eyes, framed so beautifully by her dark hair. She was lovely! She was the loveliest girl he could imagine. No! He couldn't buy the blonde's assertion that the little girl wanted to be fucked. Hell, a kid with looks like Mikki would have to light off the boys, not go out looking for a handy cock.
Still, she was getting to be more and more of a problem. She insisted on rubbing those tits all over him. She had even begun slipping one leg between his when she came up to him and kissed him. If she kept doing that, she was going to be in trouble.
He reached over to the table beside his chair and picked up his glass. He took a long, healthy swig of the whiskey before returning the empty glass to the table. Perhaps he should marry Giselda. Having a stepmother in the house might provide both the support and the discouragement required for the girl. Yes, he must seriously consider marrying the big, beautiful blonde.
That would create a problem for him, however. Damn if it wouldn't. As much as he adored the lusty blonde, he needed other women. No, he corrected himself, not other women. He needed the other woman he kept searching for. He needed the woman to balance off the sexy blonde. Isle needed the soft, even shy woman. He needed a woman he could regard as his special princess, that he could fuck with as much gentleness as he fucked Giselda with zest and ordor.
He laid down his pipe and walked back to the bar to renew his drink. He drank another whiskey while standing there, then refilled the glass and returned to his chair. There was another problem to marrying the blonde. Giselda had refused. She had refused over and over. The big-titted girl insisted that she wasn't enough woman for him. She understood his need. It was almost as though she were waiting for him to find the other woman. Then what? Surely his luscious blonde wasn't about to propose bigamy. John shook his head in frustration. Mikki was keeping him frustrated. Giselda was fucking him frustrated. He downed his third drink and walked back for more.
Mikki lay quietly on her bed, waiting. Her dad thought she was gone out with Don. She let him make the mistaken assumption, pretended to be walking to the door with her brother, then slipped back to her own room. Giselda was at an art show until later tonight, so there was a good chance her dad would stay home for a while at least. This could be her chance. This could be her best opportunity. She waited, listening to the constant clink of ice cubes. Daddy was upset about something. Good! Let him have a few stiff drinks and she'd solve his problems. Damn right she'd solve his problems!
The teen-ager slipped out of her clothes. She selected matching slacks and halter in a delicious off-white shade that emphasized the dark sheen of her hair and the deep golden tan of her skin. The low-slung pants dipped almost to the crease of her ass, fitting skin-light around her hips and thighs before flaring out at her ankles. The halter was one of the skimpiest she possessed, barely more than a band across her nipples. She checked her appearance in her mirror. The girl smiled broadly in satisfaction. If Dad had an ounce of masculinity in him, this should raise his cock. She sprayed her sweetest cologne across her tits, then held out the waistband of her slacks and sprayed it down over her pussy. She felt deliciously wicked with the perfume clinging to her. She was going to be the world's greatest temptress. The teen-ager giggled softly and slipped to the door to listen again.
John groped his way back to his chair. The drinks were beginning to take effect on him. He sat down, realizing he'd better lay off for a while, especially if he expected to go up to Giselda's when she returned from the gallery. He took a deep breath as he leaned back again. He shouldn't have started drinking. Tonight he had planned to visit Laura Davidson. He could hardly believe that the slender blonde had been in the apartments for over a month and he hadn't fucked her yet. John had hoped the neat, dainty girl could be the alternative he had been seeking. He tried to picture Laura, tried to imagine his hands on her saucy little tits, tried to visualize her long, shapely legs wrapped around him. He gasped as he kept seeing the exquisite body of his daughter instead. He kept imagining how Mikki's full, ripe tits might feel, how delicious it could be to lie between her silken thighs.
"I love you, Daddy," the brunette murmured as she kissed him on his forehead. She held his face between her hands, then, and kissed him gently on the lips. John thought for a moment he was still daydreaming. It was when the lovely young body slipped across his lap that he realized this was no dream. This was no idle fantasy. This was his luscious young daughter in the flesh, showing a hell of a lot of flesh.
Mikki took advantage of catching him off guard. She draped an arm around his neck and snuggled against him, letting her tit mash against his chest. She squirmed her ass over his cock, her thighs rubbing slowly across his legs. John tried to fight the surge of desire, which swept his body. He tried to remind himself that this was exactly what he had been trying to prevent. He tried to think of Giselda, of Laura Davidson, of any of the other women in the apartments. It didn't work. He was only aware of the lovely little body in the slacks and halter that concealed absolutely none of her curves.
Too much to drink and too many women in his arms destroyed any ability to resist the passion, which was flooding through him. John gave up resisting.
Damn it. He decided, if I'm going to fuck my own daughter I might as well give her a good screw.
He pulled his daughter closer against himself in resignation and leaned his face down to hers. He pressed his lips over her opening mouth and slipped his tongue inside to taste the sweetness of her lips, of her tongue. His heart pounded in delicious guilt as he brought his hand up and covered one of her gorgeous tits. The flesh was so firm! Her tit was so damn full, so ripe, and yet so soft to his touch. He wield the boob about, watching the skin flow inside the tiny halter bra. He looked at the dramatic V of her crotch, tingling at the knowledge of the sweet pussy that waited inside.
"Mmmmmmmm," Mikki purred as she returned her father's kiss. "Mmmmmmm. Ooooohhhh, Daddy! It feels so good to be here in your arms." Mikki turned her body to offer her tit more completely to his caress. She glowed with excitement as he cupped the boob. She could feel the growing warmth beneath her ass, could feel the first pulsing movements of his cock. She wanted to shout her happiness. She wanted to sing loudly of her success. She suppressed the temptation and returned to being his shy, sweet little princess. Her hand caressed along his neck and shoulders. Her other hand lay along his chest, sensuously fingering his male nipple through the light material of his shirt.
"Oooohhh," she sighed. "Oooohhh you love me so gently, so softly. I feel like a whiff of silk. I feel like a little princess."
"That's the way you should feel," he assured her in a hoarse voice. "That's the way you should be loved. You're the softest, sweetest girl I ever held. You're so beautiful, so beautiful beyond belief."
John leaned her back from his chest so that he could bring his face down over her tits. He kissed across, the swelling tops of the jugs. He pushed more of the round flesh up from the halter and kissed more passionately. His hands groped around the tits, then closed over them possessively.
"Ohhhhh, God!" he exclaimed. "I never felt anything so lovely in my life. I never held such a lovely girl, ever!"
Mikki shivered in delight as her father pulled the halter loose and got his hands on her naked tits. She thrust them outward to encourage him to greater passion in his caresses. She rolled them in his hands while she reached inside his shirt and teased his chest wildly and frantically.
"Love them, Daddy!" she panted. "Blow them with your lips. Suck them! Kiss them! Make them burn and pant with desire!"
"You're a delicious little temptress!" he mumbled as he obeyed. His mouth came down over his daughter's tits. He kissed over them, beneath them, on the sides and between them. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it firmly. His tongue played over the tingling tit-lapping at her nipple until it was shooting sparks of ecstasy through her chest. He reached for her crotch, unable to resist the inviting curves of her thighs and hips. He caressed her thighs, then pressed his fingers into her crotch, pushing the tight fabric into her pussy, electrifying her clit into sparkling limbo of happiness.
"Ooooeeeee!" she squealed. "Oh Daddy, that feels so wonderful! That sends chills all over! Love me, Daddy! Love me!"
She reached down for his cock and fingered it beneath the confining crotch of his pants. She teased it and taunted it until John hoped it would manage to tear its way free of the material. His cock was throbbing, his ass hunching in lustful spasms. He shook as he continued to kiss and suck at his daughter's shimmering young tits.
He looked down at her, at her pleading green eyes, at the frantic heaving of her tits, at the enticing V of her crotch. He felt his enraged prick struggling within his pants, aching to be out in the air, out in her hands. John lifted his daughter in his arms and walked to her bedroom.
Mikki snuggled affectionately against him, her hand teasing his ear, her firm tits pressing into his chest. The scent of her perfume drifted up his nostrils, increasing the exotic attraction of his lovely young daughter. Her room smelled just as enticing to him. He was surrounded, overcome by the sweet smell of a young woman, by the soft, airy whiff of her perfume. He walked to the bed with his precious burden and slowly lowered her onto the silken coverlet. She looked even more beautiful against the gold spread. Her tanned body shimmered in the soft light of a single lamp. Her tits stood naked and lovely before him. Her dark hair spilled over a shoulder, its richness shimmering in the light. John swallowed the lump, which had leaped, into his throat. He stood frozen for a moment, gazing in disbelief at the beauty before him.
"I want you, Daddy," the young beauty whispered from the bed. "I want you here with me. I want you without all those clothes between us. I don't want anything between us, Daddy, not anything."
Her green eyes shone mistily as she began to slip her slacks down from her hips. Her father gasped in delight, as the dark hair of her cunt became visible through the transparent panties. He watched the slow revelation of her golden thighs, her long, shapely legs. He gaped at the lovely girl who lay almost nude before him. She would be totally naked in a moment, he realized as she tugged suggestively at her panties.
John realized he was standing frozen. He shook himself into action. Quickly he slipped out of his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and socks, slipped his pants and shorts off and stepped towards the bed, as naked as his waiting daughter.
"Ooohhh Daddy! It's beautiful!" Mikki purred as she looked at his erect prick. She moistened her lips hungrily as she watched the big pecker wave before her. She knew now where Don inherited his size. Her dad's prick was just as big, maybe just a bit larger. The sight of it sent shivers through her body. She was going to get fucked by her dad! It was about to happen. It was really going to happen. Daddy was ready to screw her, here in her own bed! The thought ignited further ripples of pleasure inside her young body.
John sat on the edge of the bed and cradled Mikki's head in his arm. His hand slowly and lovingly began to caress the soft curves, the delicate skin. He slipped down beside her as he cupped the tits that trembled in such excitement. She smiled and gave a deep, shuddering sigh of pleasure as his hand moved down over her flat tummy to finger the silken hairs of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, opening her eyes a moment, then closing them once more in ecstasy. "Ooohhh, you have me glowing all over. I can feel the sparks running up and down the inside of my body."
She reached her hand over and felt along his torso until her fingers touched his cock. Slowly, sensuously she fingered along the leaping shaft, then traced the bulging head. Her dad was shaking in anticipation as she finally closed her delicate hand around the nagged shaft. The little brunette hold her father's cock gently, adoringly for a few moments. Gradually she appeared to gather the courage to pump her hand along the shaft, sending her father into gasping tremors of passion.
"Just having you touch me," he muttered hoarsely, "just having you touch me is driving me wild. Your sweet, soft little hands around my pecker are setting off fires all through me."
His cock was leaping and lunging at the gentle touch. He felt the powerful surge of demand and desire for the lovely young body beside him. John slipped farther dawn in the bed and rolled over to bring his lips between her thighs. He kissed the beautiful skin upward until he got his mouth over her pussy and softly sucked on the trembling cunt.
"Oooooeeee!" she shivered, her thighs trembling as they closed about his head. "Ooohhh, Daddy! Now you're driving me wild! Suck my little pussy! Suck my juice, Daddy! Ooohhh, Daddy, suck my love into your mouth!"
Her ass throbbed and twisted beneath him. John ran his tongue over his daughter's moist cunt, ran it inside the lips, caressed her clit until she was panting and gasping in her surging desire. He reached one hand up for her tits and felt the hardening of her nipples, the swelling firmness of her boobs. His other hand caressed the trembling flesh of her ass, cuddling the precious rump as he sucked deeper gasps from the young girl.
"Oooooeeee!" she shrieked. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! I want you in me! I want to feel your cock inside me! I want that great big cock to stretch my pussy and fill me up! Fuck me, Daddy! Get your cock inside me and fuck me!"
He was trembling as wildly as she when he finally crawled up over her and brought the steaming head of his cock against her pussy. John looked down at the eyes clenched tightly shut in ecstasy. He watched the luscious way her tits rose and fell to her panting breath. He smiled down at the moist, parted lips, the twisting, and trembling ass, the glowing thighs. His cock shuddered and leaped at the beauty of this girl who was his daughter.
"I want to," he answered her, "I want to get inside that pretty pussy. I want to fill your body, your soft, sweet body, with all my hot pecker."
He drove his prick through the lips and held it against her clit until he saw her writhing and throbbing for more of the great shaft. John smiled in satisfaction as he slowly drove the huge and pulsing cock into her soft cunt. He felt her hole contracting around his prick. He felt her shudder at the size, then gasp and pant in the pure delight of his fuck. He thrust and plowed at her. He covered her lips with his mouth, sucking her breath while he fucked her with rapidly growing intensity.
"Ooohhhh!" she gasped. "Ooohhh, I'm flying! I'm soaring! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me harder and faster! Hurry, Daddy!"
John fucked her steadily, firmly as she erupted in her orgasm. He held her and cuddled her while she throbbed and trembled through her climax. He kept fucking her as she calmed down. He took a deep breath to calm himself and continued to thrust and plunge his cock into her flowing cunt.
"Now, little sweetheart," he told her, "we can get down to some real fucking. You have your edge off all that build-up passion. Relax with me and we can have along, slow, dreamy fuck."
"Yes, Daddy!" she sighed, smiling up at him. Her eyes devoured him with their soft green mist. Her body seemed even softer and more exquisite. Mikki began to slowly respond to his renewed fucking. One orgasm out of the way, she slowly and steadily let him work her into a new and deeper frenzy.