had just brazenly strode right past the point of no return. There would be no going back to the way things had been now. Even if we stopped at that moment and didn’t go any further Daddy and I would still always know that I groped him in a hotel hot tub. Daddy seemed okay with it though, so why wouldn’t I be?
I moved my other hand to my needy mound as I continued to pleasure Daddy through his boxers. His eyes were closed now and his lips slightly parted as he focused on the feeling of my delicate fingers on his manhood. I had only just begun to start rubbing myself again when I felt Daddy’s hand. The sensation of his touch on my inner thigh seemed to send electricity through my body. Then he began to move it upwards, tracing a path with his fingers across my tender skin as he went.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whimpered. He didn’t respond. Instead, he used his other hand to pull Fold Up away from the ridge of his trunks. Beneath the turgid and bubbling water, he maneuv
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around before finally becoming still. When he released my hand, it went right back to his shaft. It was almost as if it was naturally drawn back to Daddy’s length. I let out a startled gasp when I realized that the cloth of his trunks was no longer between myself and him. My fingers were wrapped around Daddy’s bare cock. His hand stopped on my thigh.
“Please don’t stop, Hon,” he begged. “It’s been so long since I had anything.”
I realized that my gasp had left him with the impression that he had taken things too far. I felt terrible for him. I knew that Mom was always caught up with work, but I had no clue that it had gone so far that she was giving Daddy no attention at all.
“I don’t plan to,” I said. As I did, I began to stroke him at a faster pace.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. His fingertips were teasing at the edge of my bikini bottoms now. “Is it okay if I…”
His voice trailed off as his fingers slid just below the stretchy material of my swimsuit for emphasis on what exactly he was asking for.
“If you what, Daddy?” I asked. I knew what he wanted, but I wanted, no needed, him to say it out loud.
“Can I touch you?” he asked.
I spread my legs as wide as I could.
“I hope you do more than just touch me, Daddy,” I said, teasingly.
With no hesitation, his fingers shot beneath the fabric and quickly found their way to my aching pussy.
A lusty moan escaped my throat as Daddy touched me for the first time. His fingers began to run up and down the length of my slit sending waves of pleasure through my body. He was wasting no time! Each time his fingers went downward the tip of one of them teased at my hole. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Here I was, with my own step–father, living out one of my wildest fantasies and it didn’t seem like it would be stopping any time soon.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned. “Mmmm.”
I couldn’t find any other words for how good he was making my pussy feel. I was floating through a sea of ecstasy and Daddy was doing it to me. I was shaken from my reverie at the realization of just how ragged his breathing had become. I realized that his bucking against my fist had become more frantic and wild over the last minute. I froze for a moment. I was going to make Daddy cum.
“Daddy,” I cooed. “Are you going to cum for your little girl?”
All he could do was grunt in response. I sped up my pace as I felt his cock beginning to spasm in my hand. He was close now.
“Cum for me Daddy,” I moaned.
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He groaned in response as his entire body went tense. I felt his cock jump in my hand and gasped as he finally came. My only regret was that I wasn’t able to feel Daddy’s hot seed spill down across my fingers. I continued to stroke him regardless. The look of pleasure on his face was fulfillment enough. Of all of the years I had imagined doing something as illicit and lewd with him, I had never believed that my step- father, in the throes of pleasure, would be so arousing to me. As his orgasmic bliss wore off though, I started to see worry replace it across
his face.
“I’m so sorry,” he said as he pulled his hand away from me.
“For what?” I asked.
“I shouldn’t have let that happen,” he said. He was staring forward now.
I pulled my hand away from him and quickly spun myself to straddle him. With one leg on either side of his, I lowered my body until I could feel his deflating cock pressing against me. I wanted him inside of me so bad at that point. Surely I would have been able to get him hard again if I wanted to. I imagined riding him in this exact position, his massive cock filling me up. Those fantasies I would have to fulfill later, though. Right now, I needed to be reassuring him that what he did was exactly what I wanted.
He was unsure of what to do. I could tell from the look of worry in his eyes. Here was his daughter, who had just given him a hand job sitting in his lap.
His body was likely at war with his mind. Something that I would have still been experiencing if not for the years and years of playing out this exact scenario in my mind preparing me for this. I leaned in, and for the first time, we kissed in a way that no daughter and father should ever
kiss. He was hesitant at first, but soon our tongues were darting around each other’s mouths. I felt his cock stirring back to life and moaned as it pressed harder and harder against my wanting mound.
“Daddy,” I said when I finally pulled away. “I have wanted this for so long.”
“Really?” he asked. “Really,” I assured him.
We hadn’t gone any further in the hot tub. I could tell that he was still unsure of if we should go. any further. The champagne in combination with our horniness had gotten us over the initial uneasiness of what had happened, but I knew that it would take time for more to happen. That wouldn’t be an issue though. I had all the time I needed on this Edenic island paradise to make that happen. After we got out, we decided to take a walk around the island just to take in some of the sights.
The odd looks from couples, mostly closer to Daddy’s age than mine, was humorous. To them, he was an older man, and I was his young trophy wife or an adulterous affair. By the end of the weekend, I had hoped that they would have been right about the latter. Daddy felt a little more uncomfortable about it at first.
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“This feels weird,” he said as we passed a couple who had been staring at us particularly hard.
“Why?” I asked.
