My Daughter Nance

My seventeen year old daughter sprawled herself on the floor in front of the TV. It was the middle of summer, and a plague of blue-bottle jelly fish had closed the beaches. Nance had been with me for a week, with nowhere to go. I felt bad, as the highlight of her coming to see me had always been the beach. This time, though, we had to make do with the tube. Still, it wasn't all that bad. Usually in the morning I would take Nance down for a swim, then back to the house to get changed for going shopping. I hated shopping. It must be a male thing, but following a girl (even if it's your daughter) around a number of clothing stores is not on the top of my list.

Today, though, we hadn't even made it to the beach, and Nance didn't look like she was gearing up for an expedition. Although she was in her bathing suit. It was a little blue bikini set. I'd always been against it, because I didn’t like she should be showing that much of herself off in public.

As soon as my mind got onto that track I got hard, and that was another reason to forbid the suit. I mean, if I was getting aroused by it, god help the boys in the beach! Right now though, we weren't on the beach. We were at home, and Nance was laying on the floor. Her dark hair was long, and was playing over the small of her back. I watched the line of her bikini straps, disappearing under her hair, and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like undoing the clasp. Wait.. what was I doing? Was I lusting over my own daughter? No, just watching over her. That's what I told myself.

That wondering fancy was just an aberration. Nothing to do with the fact that her hair seemed to be flowing over the rise of her bubble buttocks, and that I could see the small patch of fabric covering her pussy mound... All at once I stopped, my hand half raised, seemingly on its way towards my cock. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Nance looked back at me and smiled. I noticed her wispy pubic hair escaping her bikini bottoms. There was no hiding my arousal. Nance looked back at the tele. As she did she seemed to stretch out her legs, showing me the most unfettered view of her young bikini-clad cunt, she knew that she was exciting me sexually.

I reached out involuntarily and clasped her right ankle. Nance's breath slowed, but she didn't look around. Instead her concentration tightened on the TV. I slid my hand slowly up her right thigh, and heard her breath stopped. I moved higher, thinking "my daughter is letting me feel her up her pussy!" Nance just kept watching the TV, as I slid a finger inside her. I started moving it up and down, up and down, lingering each time on her swollen clitoris, and each time Nance seemed to open a little more, even though she made whimpering sound.

Finally I couldn't take it any more. I moved on top of her, undid my trousers and fumbled my way out of my pants. My daughter looked around, giggled, and reached her left hand around to guide me in. I nearly came straight away! The first sign my daughter gives me is to guide me in. Oooohhh... I pushed for a second, and thought she'd brought me to the wrong spot, when I broke through. My daughter's virginity. I pushed through, as Nance started to moan. I tried to go slow, but I couldn't help myself, and I thrust harder and harder, until Nance screamed... I stopped straight away, grabbed Nance, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But Nance was bucking her hips up to meet my downward strokes. After a few minutes I howled and started cumming in her and her pussy was clasping around my cock. Oh Nan I love you.
Nance took my face in her hands and said, "Dad, I love you and that was the best feeling I've ever had." I laughed. She'd liked it! That meant we could do it again! Then she caught my hand and said, "You remember that I turn 18 in a couple of weeks?