Daddy's Prom Queen

I watched my daughter Karen grow-up over the years. Our relationship had always been very close. I had coached her sports teams from soccer to basketball to fastpitch softball. She grew strong, 6'2" tall, lithe, and very athletically gifted. She actually seemed out of place on the athletic field, her beauty surprised many, but her take no prisoner attitude gave her the fire in the belly to perform and leave it on the field. I knew she got the athletic desire from me, and her looks from her mom.

As a junior athlete, she was invited to play on the jr. national soccer team, travel to Sweden to play in an international tournament, with short stints to play in Iceland and on to Norway before arriving in Sweden. Returning to the US, she quit the sport to focus on basketball and softball. After her freshman year of high school, she dropped basketball to spend all her time on softball.

And she has excelled at softball. Pitching and playing 1st base, I pulled together a team of very talented girls, created a travel team, and have attended many tournaments around the states, as well as some international. Her team won the high school state championship her junior year, with less success her final year, but still made the final four teams vying for the state championship. All in all, her success academically and athletically has made her a Division I scholarship athlete. So it's off to UCLA next year to play for the Bruins.

During the off season from her beloved sport, she would join me daily for a run. Before work, about 5:30 in the morning, weather permitting, I did between 5-6 miles around our mountain home community. I even went so far as to purchase another heavy duty treadmill for my daughter to run beside me when the weather was not conducive to run outside. I often admired her form, her physical shape. Long legged, her firm muscular legs had the tale tail signs of a top athlete, flowing into an ass that longed to be touched. Narrow waist, broad shoulders, her breasts stood proud. Not overly large, I could tell they were firm from the way they bounced during our runs. I even would run backwards just to give her a hard time.

Karen had lots of friends at school, many opportunities to date, attending all the major dances, functions, and more at school. Additionally, she got invited to the majority of the parties I guess from her social calendar. It read like I would expect, busy evenings, lots of study friends, and many later evenings. I was thrilled for her, watching her grow and become a strong, skilled, mature young lady.

My wife nurtured her over the years, providing the necessary poise, etiquette, friendship, shoulder, and anything else that was required. We had been open in our discussions about sexuality with her. It was not a taboo subject, and questions were often asked, more of mom, but when she wondered about the male species, I got to fend for myself. Now, she had been nominated for prom queen. We could not have been any prouder of her.

Thursday of last week, the wife left for a family visit to see her ailing mom. Then, last weekend, it snowed here in the Colorado Mountains. 30-inches of snow fell over a 36-hour period. By Sunday night, school for Monday was cancelled. I dreaded the amount of work ahead of me for early Monday morning before the sun shined on the snow. Spring storms drop heavy wet snow, and with a long driveway, I hoped the snow blower would not clog with slushy snow. I got started very early, about 6:30 am. I was not out long. About half way through, I plowed into the runoff portion of the drive, clogging the second stage thrower, and killing the machine. I would now rely on the sun for clearing the drive. Cursing, I pulled the blower back into the garage, stepped into the mud room, removing my wet boots, coat, hat, gloves, and bib overalls. I had worked up a sweat from the work, so headed up to my bedroom to shower and change. I only had on a pair of jogging shorts, soaked t-shirt, and socks.

At the top of the landing, I started to turn right to head to the master bedroom, but heard noises coming from down the hall. Thinking Karen was awake, I passed the two empty bedrooms, then the bathroom, and made the last couple of steps remaining to her bedroom door. I stopped in my tracks. The noises coming from Karen's room filled my head, making me freeze in mid step. Muffled grunts, words filtered out through the door.

"Fuck me daddy!" wafted from her room. "Fuck my pussy hard Daddy!" she grunted.

I reached slowly to turn the handle to her door. Hesitating, my breath deep in my chest, I was not sure what I should do. My cock chubbed in my shorts, growing long and getting thick. I pushed the door an inch or two, enough to hear her.

"God Daddy! Yes Daddy!" she whispered loudly now. "Yes Daddy! It feels good Daddy!" she continued. I could hear squishy noises. I knew she was playing with her pussy. My mind exploded, my minds eye creating an image of my baby's legs spread wide, her knees up, her cunt open for me. I could see my cock head sliding up, down between her wet, soaked, soft lips. My cock head glistened, sliding easily to her hole. Her breath jumped into her body, her hips flexed, tilting, opening her cunt to me. "Daddy, please," she breathed.

I could hear her. She was fucking herself. I instantly got extremely hard. I grabbed my cock, wrapping my fingers around my engorged shaft over my shorts. I pumped once, twice. God it felt good! I could hear her growling, grunting, her bed bouncing. I stood frozen in place. I moaned out loud. Instantly, Karen stopped movement. I could hear rustling. I was ready to die.

I took two gigantic steps backwards quickly, softly, turned for a last large step and ducked into the open door. Stepping to the side, I was not visible from the hallway. I heard Karen's door creak open. I assumed she was glancing down the hall. Being early morning, the hall was still somewhat dark, although daylight savings time did illuminate more than I hoped. I stood frozen, not breathing. My heart was loud enough. God I had to pee. I stood for an eternity, waiting for Karen to close her door. Her door creaked again. I waited momentarily.

I shuffled to the door, slowly leaning forward to see her door. Open! Wide fucking open! I listened with every fiber in my body. I could hear her in the darkness of her room. Was she on the bed? Was she watching down the hall to catch me? I stepped forward, turned and briskly walked down the hall toward my bedroom. Did I hear her call Daddy?

I quickly crossed the bedroom, entered the bathroom, and stepped into the toilet alcove, closing the door behind me. I could finally breathe. "Oh God," I breathed. I grinned to myself. I wondered what she was doing. Was she fingering her clit? Was she stuffing her young pussy with her fingers? My cock grew again. I stroked it hard, pumping several pumps before stuffing it back in my shorts. Exiting the toilet alcove, I opened the door to the shower, turned on the water, closed the door to allow it time to heat up, and stepped into the walk-in closet. I removed my clothes, getting ready to enter the shower. Opening the door, I found the water cascading down, just hot enough to make it hard to get in the water, but knowing how good it would feel. I took a leisurely shower.

Once out, I threw on an old university t-shirt, sweat shorts, socks and slippers and headed downstairs. As I exited my bedroom, I hesitated on the landing. I listened again, wanting, hoping to hear Karen in the throws of sexual desires. Nothing! I reached to adjust my insensitive cock. It did not give a damn that this young lady was my flesh and blood. Its' little brain was on full alert. It crossed my mind that I should have satisfied myself in the shower as I started down the stairs.

I could smell fresh brewed coffer rising from the kitchen. "Coffee," I shouted as I bounded down the stairs. I rounded the bottom of the stairs, crossed the foyer, entered the hallway to the kitchen. Karen had opened the kitchen window pleated blind, looking at the fantastic view, over the deck with nearly 3-feet of snow piled up. She had placed her hands on the sink rim, leaned up to her tip toes, leaning her upper torso toward the window. Her hips thrust back, her ass looked magnificent. In pajama top and tight pajama shorts, she looked inviting. Her long legs again filled my thoughts. I slowed my approach, stepping beside her. I reached my hand to her back, sliding my hand under her pj top as I had done thousands of times before. I slid my hand upwards, gently massaging her back.

"I'll give you 30-minutes to stop," she whispered, not even glancing around to me. "Isn't it absolutely beautiful this morning Daddy?" she asked. I stood, looking out the window, my hand roaming up her back. I love the feel of her skin, soft, firm, warm. I massaged her shoulders, her neck, down her spine to the small of her back, around the hip, up the sides, my fingers tracing her sides, leaving a trail of goose bumps, over the scapula, up to the nape of the neck, down over the shoulder, her upper arm, and back. I continued my gentle massage for several minutes.

"I need coffee!" I whispered with husky intensity. Withdrawing my hand, I swatted her butt softly and moved to get a coffee cup from the cupboards. "Thanks baby," I told her. Turning back to her, she had turned around, now leaning against the sink, her hands tucked behind her ass, lifting her body slightly as she straightened her arms. Her tits thrust upwards, her back slightly arched, her flat tummy prominent in her pose. I noticed the fullness of her mound, her pubic hair fluffing the front of her tight pj's. "You look great baby," I said, startling even myself. I soaked her in.

Her nipples were hard, causing points to appear in her pj top. She glanced down to see what I was seeing. She reacted quickly, bringing her hand from behind her. In a surprise movement, her finger stretched upwards, her finger tip touching the point of her nipple pushing through her pj top. Nothing said, she pressed the nipple flat under her pj's. Removing her finger, the hard bud reappeared through the material. My shorts themselves were also showing stiffness. My eyes traveled upwards, finding her now staring at me.

"Breakfast Daddy?" she asked.

My hand reached out to her, my finger lightly touching her extended nipple. I rolled the nipple under my fingertip gently. "Breakfast would be good honey," I whispered. We stood silently. My finger danced over her hardened nipple. A minute passed. I reached to the other nipple, my fingertip pushing directly against her nipple, pushing it back into her tit flesh. A soft, light moan escaped her lips.

"Oatmeal? Fruit bowl?" she asked as she watched my fingertip roll over and around her nipple.

"Both," I replied.

My thumb extended, to touch the other nipple. I had both nipples under my touch, gently caressing, lightly moving her breast, pushing softly. Her nipples grew larger and harder. Her head tilted backwards slightly, her eyes closed. Her tongue extended, licking her lips, leaving them glistening. I stepped closer to her, my thumb and finger now focused on one nipple. I closed my digits, rolling the nipple between my thumb and finger, squeezing, tugging firmly. An immediate moan, a sharp intake of breath, she responded to my touch. Her fingertips slid up the outside of my shorts, tracing the outline of my cock.

"Banana?" she inquired. Her nails raked over the material covering my cock. My hips involuntarily lurched forward under her touch. Her palm flattened against the underside of my cock, sliding down, grabbing my balls, rolling them in her hands. "Nuts," she grinned. Brazen, she arched her chest upwards, pulling my hand flat against her chest. We stood, watching the face of the other, watching for some sign to stop. I massaged her breast firmly, my thumb rolling over her hard nipple. I slid my hand down her body, under the edge of her pj top, and slid my hand upwards, first feeling the softness of her breast, my fingers sliding up over the mound of flesh. I cupped her breast, her nipple sliding between my fingers.

I stepped in front of her, my other hand sliding up under her tight pj top to find the other breast. I lifted the material, exposing her breasts to me. Firm, large areolas, her nipples stood rigid in the cool air.

"You're beautiful baby," I whispered, my hands each caressing a breast, the nipple rigid, extending. Her skin was so soft, a contrast to the firmness of her tit flesh. I looked at her, her head tilted to the side, watching me, her tongue circling her lips slowly. Her eyes were glazed. Her fingers wrapped softly around my cock, pulled upwards, squeezing me, pumping my shaft slowly, deliberately.

I leaned, extending my tongue to flick over the hardened flesh. Circling her nipple gently, I pushed closer, my lips sucking her flesh into my mouth. My teeth grabbed hold of her nipple, my tongue dancing over the flesh in my mouth, mashing her nipple against the inside of my teeth. Her hand pulled my head tighter against her tit, pushing more flesh into my mouth. I sucked hard, my tongue pressing into her flesh, sucking hard on the rigid nipple in my mouth. She moaned deep from inside her body.

"God Daddy, that feels so good!" she whispered as she ground her body against my mouth. I nipped at her flesh, circling the tit, lifting, kissing, nipping, licking. I pulled back, blowing cool air across her saliva covered nipple. Goose bumps formed on her nipple as her forearm covered the wet nipple. I moved to her other tit, the nipple reaching for its chance to be licked, sucked into my mouth. I kissed the upper skin above her nipple, my tongue lashing out to lick her softness. I moved lower, my tongue lightly flicking over her nipple. My lips surrounded her nipple, an O forming around the flesh. I sucked her into my mouth softly, my tongue penetrating the flesh in my mouth, massaging her. I increased the speed of my tongues movement, intensity, grabbing her nipple firmly between my teeth, pulling it taunt, lifting my head slightly, tugging, pulling on her nipple, her tit flesh. My hand, fingers wrapped themselves around her flesh, squeezing firmly, extending and firming her tit flesh as it disappeared into my mouth. "Yes Daddy! Suck my tits Daddy!" Karen seemed to chant.

My mind exploded. My body took control of all thought. I was lost in my daughter. I lusted for her body. My cock grew, filling with blood, her hand squeezing me hard, pumping up, down my shaft. My hands wrapped around her body, pulling her close to me, driving her breast flesh deep into my mouth. She stroked my hair with her free hand. I devoured her flesh. Her breathing grew labored. Her voice cracked as she grunted, groaned with me attached to her nipple. I started kissing down her torso. I dropped to my knees. My hands slid down to her hips, her hands now on my shoulders, moving to caress my hair, head. I left a trail of kisses over her navel, downwards, kissing the material of her pj bottoms. I kissed to her mound.

Slowly, I kissed the mound, my breath blowing warm air into the material of her pj bottoms. Her hips arched just slightly as I moved left, right, lower to take the material over her clit into my mouth. My tongue darted into the material, forcing the material between her lips, my tongue searching for her clit. Her body humped into my mouth. She pulled me tight against her. My hands grabbed the waist band material of her pj bottoms. Not hesitating, I continued to suck on her clit, her lips through the material. I pulled the pjs down, ripping them from her hips, exposing her naked flesh to my mouth without the slightest delay. Leaning back, I looked at her naked pussy. I could smell her sex. A patch of carefully trimmed, soft hair capped her slit. There, protruding slightly, her clit peeked from between her engorged, red lips. Glistening with wetness, her lips formed tightly around her clit, allowing just a sliver of clit to be visible.

I leaned forward, my tongue extended, twirling in the air. I had to taste her sex. My tongue snaked quickly against the warm flesh. Her hips thrust to my mouth, her leg raising to free her feet from the pjs. The slight movement opened her cunt slightly, I pushed forward, my mouth quickly parting her lips, her wetness flooding my mouth. My tongue reached deep between her legs, tasting her. I wiggled my face, parting her lips, grabbing her clit between my teeth.

"Oh fuck Daddy!" Karen screamed. I sucked her hard into my mouth, my tongue ravaging her clit, mashing it against my teeth. Her body humped, thrusting up, down, driving her mound to me. She lifted a leg up, holding it in mid air. I pulled it over my shoulder, my hand then sliding up her ass as I pulled her tighter against my face. I dipped down, my tongue reaching back to her hole, darting in, out quickly. Karen's other leg almost buckled, but she caught herself with her hands on the sink. I assaulted her clit, sucking, licking, nipping her bud firmly. I ground my face into her flesh, watching her reactions. Her head bent forward, her chin driving into her chest, her face was a mass of contortions. Her breathing was raspy, her body humped, tensed, humped again as she moved toward her orgasm.

My hand slid over her ass, my thumb crossing over her tight hole, sliding to the front, finding her wet hole. I drove my thumb deep into her body. I thought I must have hurt her, a scream erupted from her, but she drove her body down against my face and thumb. Grabbing me by the hair, she ground her body up, down, thrusting her hips with each thrust of my thumb deep in her pussy.

"Daddy!" she grunted over and over, groaning deep, loud. She was lost in her approaching orgasm. Her juices were covering my thumb as I jammed it deep in her body. Her hips thrust forward, her body went rigid, tensing, her muscles flexing. Sucking a deep breath, holding it deep, she exploded on my face. I could hardly keep her clit in my mouth. She humped fast and hard, thrusting quickly back and forth, continuing her orgasm. I sucked her clit, grasping it hard between my teeth, driving my tongue rapidly over her sensitive bud. As her initial orgasm ebbed, sensitivity took over. She pushed me back, stretching, pulling her clit from my lips. I licked my mouth, leaned forward to give her clit one more quick lick. Her body jumped, she grinned.

Nashing her teeth, she leaned slightly, took the back of my arms, pulling my up. I slid against her body. Me at 6'6", our bodies matched well. Her hands grabbed my hips, pulling me forward, my rigid cock pressing against her mound. I reached, grabbed her hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up, over her head, and off her body. Naked, she radiated beauty. Her perfect shape, wide shoulders, supporting firm, nipple rigid tit flesh, flowing down to a taunt, firm abdomen, spreading to her hips, her mound topped with a small patch of whispy, wiry hair. I stood, absorbing her form.

Karen reached to me, grabbing my t-shirt in return, lifting it up and over my head. Now, hesitating, she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of my sweat shorts. Looking me in the eye, she pushed my shorts down, pulling unevenly to get the back to slide over my ass. Our bodies, inches apart, allowed my cock to bounce up against her mound, its head touching the junction between her leg and pelvic region. Her hand grasped my dangling cock, her fingers wrapping firmly around the engorged shaft. Guiding the head, she placed it between her legs, snug up against her clit, her lips covering the top of my shaft, reaching over the sides, pulling, sucking my massive cock. She used my cock like her favorite play toy, massaging her clit with the shaft, sliding forward, backwards while pulling up on the underside of my cock, driving it between her wet, swollen lips. I pushed forward, sliding inch after inch into the gap of her crotch. Her fingers made sure I stayed tight against her slit.