The tall old Royal Poinciana spread out like a massive umbrella above me, a fifty-foot torch; its large fire-red blossoms so full they obscured the leaves. Intense humid heat felt like a wet smothering blanket, uncomfortably heavy and oppressive. The air was deathly still, a type of calm only felt before a summer storm as if nature was holding its breath. Cicadas clicked loudly in the silence of the early dusk warning each other of the pending arrival of harsh weather. In the dense air, occasional cars that passed along the road sounded muted, muffled. Vaguely a long threatening roll of thunder washed in from the distance. The gathering storm was still well out over the Atlantic, but it was heading our way.

As darkness descended I stared at crystal clear, turquoise water glowing luminously, a high-intensity underwater light making the swimming pool appear almost fluorescent in the dark. It tugged at me, full of promise, I'm so cool and so refreshing, it said. I knew behind me the kitchen light would still be on, dirty dishes, the remnants of dinner, piled in the sink, and there'd be the flicker of a TV through the den's double glass doors. I knew Marissa, in her shorts and Tee, would be on the couch, sprawled across it with one leg dangling off the side trying to stay cool while watching a sitcom. I'd have to turn the air-conditioner on soon, too.

It was my time, my favorite time of the week; Friday evening, the work week behind me, the freedom of a weekend ahead full of promise and potential; relaxation, puttering, and no demands. Maybe I'd mow the rough, hardy Bahia grass lawn. Maybe not.

I took a sip of beer. Heavy condensation frosted the glass fooling me; the Corona was warmer than appearances suggested. I had a good life, I thought. Why risk it? Marissa and I had a nice home in an affluent area, Sugar Loaf Shores one of the more desirable areas in the Keys. I had a full life. I had a satisfying if unspectacular job as a private money manager, my client base having grown dramatically thanks to prudent management through the ongoing financial market turmoil, an anally retentive devotion to research, and stellar returns that attracted wealthy clients like nectar to a honey bee.

Brushing a ladybug from my bare forearm carefully, I took another sip of beer, frowning at the sound of distant rolling thunder, long, echoing across the emptiness of the dark ocean. If I was going to swim, it would have to be soon.

I liked my life. Was it worth it? I had my daughter Marissa and Knickers, a black Field Labrador Retriever, named Inigo 'Knickers' Jones, not after the famed British architect who rebuilt St. Paul's Cathedral, but his prize-winning show-dog sire. I looked over at Knickers, currently sitting on the pool steps in water up to his neck, staring at me in longing invitation, giving me a smile as only Labs can, large tongue hanging, "Swim?" he seemed to ask hopefully.

I took another sip of beer. I had a wonderful daughter. Marissa was a light that shined brightly in my life, petite and becoming gangly from a growth spurt, her legs amusingly too long, feet growing faster than the rest of her. She was a gentle and considerate daughter, even keeled, enjoying life, studying hard enough to pass her classes but no more. She was a perfect mix of her mother and I. Marissa was going to be tall and slender taking that from me. But, with her mother's beautiful features, thick dark curly hair that shined with vitality, thick dark eyebrows that had yet to be touched by tweezers, expressive dark brown eyes, a narrow nose that had a small ski-jump at the tip, a wide always-smiling mouth, dainty ears, and her suntanned olive skin, she looked eastern Mediterranean; her mother's Lebanese heritage showing.

She was sweet natured, but quietly feisty, subtle, and observant. Marissa was like every eleven-year-old, I thought, although I really didn't know that many eleven-year-olds. But she did her chores with only minimal complaints; a good daughter. Was it worth risking so much, such a good life?

Taking another sip of tepid beer, I replayed it, as I had been all day, every second burned into my memory, etched forever on my consciousness, a moment in time that few experience.

It was spectacular, incredible, and completely amazing. It was sensual, arousing, exciting, and stunningly sexy. It was powerful, an indelible memory, and deeply, deeply attractive. It made me yearn, desire, wish, and pray. Stunning me, it was one of the most incredible things I'd ever experienced in my life, ever.

It was the sight of Marissa that morning. It was the shocking sight of my daughter that morning.

It was the sight of my little girl as I walked into her bedroom unannounced, something I should not have done, and seen her on her twin-sized bed, on top of the covers, face turned from the door, naked and humping her scrunched-up pillow and quilt. I had been immediately mesmerized by how her petite panty-clad bottom hunched, indents appearing in her buttocks as she pressed herself against the pillow, rounding into smooth sexy little twin mounds as she reversed.

I had been mesmerized by how her small, slender legs were hugging the quilt, and how her arms hugged the bundled up pillow, as if she was on top of someone having sex, riding them. I had been entranced as I listened to the sweet sounds of arousal coming from my eleven-year-old daughter, so surprisingly attractive and exciting, such sexy little sighs.

I became hard, erect and throbbing, my penis forcing its way across to my hip as I had watched her pace increase, tiny seductive bottom moving faster, her hunches more forceful, determined, her delightful little snorts and grunts music to my ears, gasping breaths so incredibly sexy.

It had been a stunningly arousing sight, seeing my little girl masturbating, hearing her arousal build, watching her bottom suddenly leave gentle humping behind and start thrusting urgently in time with sexy, "uh, uh," sounds, holding her breath between each, her back curling sharply. My erection had become rigid, hard and pulsing at the sight of Marissa pleasuring herself, of her gorgeous undulating little bottom, twin hills of pure sexiness flexing so erotically against soft, chaste thin white cotton, her slender arms hugging the rolled up quilt so urgently, tugging hard.

It had been spectacular to see Marissa jerk, pelvis thrust, sweet little bottom curl. It had been incredible to see her go wild, see her urgency as nirvana approached. It had been amazing to see my daughter climax, my little girl, my Marissa experiencing an orgasm, small legs suddenly straightening, thrusting out, breath exploding, little feet and toes curling, and tremors shaking her petite, convulsing body. It had been spectacular, incredible, amazing.

But it was hearing her sigh, "Daddy," that had me cumming spontaneously, semen jetting hot, wet and thick, soaking my underwear, erection pulsing, spurting hard as I suddenly yearned, desired, and wished I was the pillow and quilt under her, that I was the one she had held so fiercely, humped so hard and ridden to ecstasy.

My heart had pounded painfully in my chest as I backed out of Marissa's room, closing the door gently as she calmed and relaxed in post-orgasmic satisfaction, a wet stain growing in my pants, my cock still straining. Suddenly I had something I wanted, something illegal, illicit, and intensely exciting. Suddenly I wanted Marissa. I wanted my daughter, my newly sexy and sexual eleven-year-old little girl.

Another roll of distant thunder sounded, ominously closer. Sipping my beer, an erection forming at the memory of her sweet sensual orgasm, I was amazed at how I now saw her as a sexual being, not just a child, not just my daughter. It was a fundamental shift. Not uncomfortable. No, the discomfort came from my intense response, my desire. Quite simply I wanted my child, the erotic memory indelibly imprinted on my mind. Was it worth my life? I wasn't sure. But, God I wanted her.

Knickers barked for attention from the steps, demanding I swim. Putting the unsatisfying warm beer down, I stood, my swimsuit tented, erection strong. Perhaps a cool swim would be wise. I felt like a moth; Melissa was the flame that would burn me, destroy me. Her flame was pulling at me; I felt like a moth, her call irresistible.

Marissa sprawled on the couch watching Friends as they reminisced about Thanksgiving days, her mind only partly following the show. She heard Knickers barking outside and knew he'd be in the pool where he always was, sitting on the steps, water up to his neck, his soft loving eyes pleading for company; someone play, please! She knew Dad was out sitting by the pool drinking a beer, his usual Friday night routine, and could hear the Cicadas through the open double glass doors. It was hot, too humid. They'd have to turn on the air-conditioning soon. Her mind was preoccupied with her secret, distracted as she had been for over a week now. The memory was so strong.

Sounds of Friends on TV and Cicadas outside faded as she remembered. Daddy . . .

It had started with a mistake. She'd woken with a headache, a pounding headache, early in the morning, dawn just breaking. She'd gone to ask Dad for some medicine and, without thinking, had opened his bedroom door. It was amazing. Dad, naked with sheets pushed aside, was stroking his erection slowly. It was thick and long and, surprising her, really sexy. She knew what he was doing. But Dad?

Until that moment, she'd never thought about adults masturbating, certainly not Dad. But, as she stood riveted to the sight of Dad stroking his penis, an incredible sight, she realized Dad was a man, like . . . a guy, like . . . not just Dad.

And as he stroked his erection slowly, thick, glistening, surprisingly big, she felt her body respond; nipples tingling and hardening, blood rushing to her pussy, clit hardening, warmth spreading, and moisture dampening her slit. She cupped her pussy unconsciously standing in the doorway, eyes riveted on Dad masturbating, hand stroking his shaft rhythmically, clear liquid oozing from the mushroom-shaped tip, and listening to his heavy breaths. She had suddenly gasped quietly, retreated and closed his door, softly returning to her room.

Headache long since forgotten, Marissa flopped on her bed, pulled her nightshirt up and slipped her hand under her pale pink cotton panties, rubbing her bare pussy urgently, caressing her little clit, pushing her fingertip at her tiny vaginal opening, imagining it was that penis touching her, Dad's penis touching her. Her climax was fast, surging into her and making her gasp, body jerk, as she replayed the spectacular sight of Dad cumming, a long milky-white rope of semen jetting up from his penis, then another and another, then thick oozing semen flowing out of the tip and over his hand into his pubic hair. She gasped, hips surging up, cumming hard wondering what it would feel like to hold him, stroke him, have his semen spurt on her, have his erection touch her pussy, have Dad naked in bed with her, have Dad, have Dad, oh Daddy.

It was such a powerful orgasm it had become her regular dream, growing stronger, more urgent; her desire building. She used Dad to help make her orgasms stronger, hugging him often, kissing his cheeks frequently really close to his mouth, touching his thigh, even once nestling her face into his neck as she deliberately sat in his lap, inhaling his manly smell, all Dad, my Daddy. She took those sensations to bed with her and made love to them every night and almost every morning.

She even rubbed her pussy against his leg once, cumming hard that night as she rode her quilt and pillow, replaying the feeling, imagining her doing it naked, imagining Dad under her, sexy Dad holding her, oh, Daddy touching her, Daddy caressing her.

The sound of a splash in the pool brought her back. Dad must have gone for a swim.

Since that one accidental glimpse she harbored a secret wish, a cherished dream. She wanted Dad sexually; wanted Dad to make love to her, to kiss her like a grown-up. She wanted Dad to find her sexy, make her feel good, love her. She wanted Dad so badly. It was becoming an obsession. Thoughts of other boys made her cringe, the way they were so childish and immature. No, Dad was the one.

She could picture him in the pool, dark hair slick from water, sexy sea green eyes, shoulders broad from endless swimming, slender body even at thirty-seven, a sexy dusting of chest hair, and that really sexy line of hair that went from his belly button down to under his swimming suit. She wondered what it would feel like to have Dad hold her in the pool, maybe hold her bottom, fondle, oh, fingertips touch her pussy.

Reaching down, Marissa cupped her crotch over her yellow shorts, small sparks of pleasure in her pussy. Yes, Dad holding her bum, fingertips touching her pussy, and then, oh, Dad's green eyes shining in love, staring at her, wanting her, telling her she's sexy, oh, yes, seeing her as sexy, Daddy whispering he wants her, "be my lover, Marissa, only you."

Marissa's finger slipped up the leg opening, wormed under elastic, a tremor pulsing, slit so moist now. Gawd she needed Daddy! Jumping up, she turned the TV off, dashed to her room and stripped. Naked, she hunted through her dresser drawer. Where is it, where is it? Where had she hidden it? Hah!

"Dad, how's the water?" she asked, walking out onto the patio, flagstone cool under her feet, hot humid air wrapping around her, nervous, body trembling, so excited, heart pattering. What would he say? Dad was romping in the pool, water splashing, Knickers chasing and paddling hard. She saw him look up. Wow! Yes Dad! That's the look! That's what I imagined.

I glanced up at Marissa's voice and, oh God, I was in trouble. Marissa stood at the edge of the pool with itsy-bitsy little bikini, strings, bows and scraps of white material. The two little triangles over her small, newly sprouted breasts made her appear almost naked and so desirable. Tanned olive skin reflected the pool light, shadows from refractive waves casting dancing lights over her, drawing my eyes to her slender, perfect young body, narrow bony hips. Marissa, my little girl, had the slightest curve where her sexy bottom gently flared at the sides, merging into slender thighs. Marissa, my angel, had a sexy, sexy little pussy hardly covered by a pure white triangle. Marissa, my nymph, had a plump pussy that appeared too big for her small body and a stunning gap between slim legs, her vulva held coddled in a piece of white cloth. And then I noticed the hint of her cleft. Lord help me but Marissa was spectacular, incredible, amazing, and I wanted her like no one else on earth.

I was in trouble, becoming erect, my daughter's face so expressive, her shy expectation so attractive, hesitancy so beautiful, her enticing dark eyes seeking my approval, so alluring, so desirable. God I wanted her, I wanted her.

"Wow! Where did that come from? Stunning, Marissa, very, um . . . Wow," I said, arousal making my voice thick and husky. Oh God, her smile, her smile of delight! I was in serious trouble.

Marissa actually felt her nipples pucker. Dad was staring so hard, staring at her body, his eyes hot. She shivered at his compliment. But she felt her arousal, heat in her pussy, moisture, heaviness growing when she saw his erection tenting his swimsuit in the water. Oh yes, Daddy was aroused! Daddy was horny!

She ran and dived into the pool, cool water hitting her, immediate relief from the hot humid air. She felt the cool water flowing across her pussy, feeling almost naked with the tiny bikini, the one she'd secretly bought yesterday. Kicking strongly she slipped through the water, arching up and breaking the surface right in front of Dad. She smiled, his sexy eyes so wide, so bright, Dad so handsome.

I knew I was in trouble, deep, deep trouble when Marissa surfaced in front of me, the smile breaking on her face so attractive, so innocently sexy. God I was in trouble. I reached for her, drawing this beautiful, sexy nymph to me. Nothing on earth could stop me. I had to, just had to.

I kissed my daughter, kissed her gently on her sweet mouth, lost myself in her sexy eyes. I held my little girl gently, her body so excitingly petite, so alluring, so desirable, and I touched her tender lips with my tongue. My heart started pounding when Marissa's arms wrapped around my neck, her sexy eyes closing, head tilting slightly, so sexy, so sexy. I gave up the weak struggle inside me, let it go, fall away, decision made. Feeling Marissa's small mouth open to let me in, feeling my tongue slip into her moist mouth, French kissing my little girl, I gave up the struggle. I didn't care, I just didn't care. I loved kissing her. I loved holding her in my arms. I loved wanting her, loved needing her. I'd accept purgatory to feel this; even welcome it with open arms.

I did what I had dreamed about all day; I held her sexy little buttocks, naked, a tiny bikini string buried between. I squeezed and caressed her glorious cheeks, tiny and firm in my hands, each a perfect handful of prepubescent wonder; spectacular, incredible, and absolutely amazing.

And then it got better, oh God, so much better. Marissa sighed wistfully as she broke our kiss, leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Dad."

My body was trembling when Marissa wrapped her slender, sexy legs around my waist, pulled herself close and hugged me tight. Her pussy pushed my erection up against my stomach. I felt her move in my hands, becoming slightly light-headed when she curled her pelvis, pushed her sexy little pussy against my straining shaft. God it felt good; her tiny bottom flexing, pussy stroking.

"I love you, too, Baby," I whispered, awed by my good fortune, stunned by the sexiness of my little girl.

And then it got even better. My daughter sighed, head resting on my shoulder, hot breath on my neck. "Feels good, Dad," she whispered, curling her pussy, stroking my pounding erection. It got better, my fingertips slipping into the gap at her crotch, feeling the soft edges of her pussy. I gently explored my humping daughter's pussy, lifting and pushing the G-string aside, tracing rounded labia, a tight cleft and, oh God, the tiny nubbin of her clit peeking out.

Marissa twitched at my touch, moaned quietly, pushing against my straining erection. Her mouth sought mine, kissing me with surprising passion and force, small soft lips parting, tiny tongue, my daughter's tiny tongue probing.

I listened to the sounds of water splashing gently, Marissa moaning into my mouth, the roll of thunder in the distance. My erection was hard, pointing up to my navel, the flared head pushing out of the waist, Marissa's sweet, sexy pussy caressing it in long strokes as she humped against me. Reaching down between her undulating buttocks, I tugged my swimsuit down releasing my hard erection, and returned to caressing her small cleft.

I wanted her, wanted her badly. I wanted to have sex with her in the pool. I wanted to carry her to my bed and make love to her. I wanted to sleep with her, wake up with her, have morning sex with her. I wanted Marissa so, so much I hurt. But she surprised me.

"Daddy!" she cried out suddenly, her lips tearing away from me. With a hard jerk, Marissa climaxed in my arms, her small body heaving, pussy and tummy pressing hard against my erection, scraping up and down as she humped and heaved, jerked and moaned, my fingertip caressing her clit. Marissa gave me a present of her climax, her unrestrained pleasure, sweet cries of pleasure, soft sexy body writhing in my arms, petite, so sweet. It was spectacular, incredible, amazing.

With a deep groan of pure delight, I let myself go and drowned in my daughter's sexy display, pent-up pressure releasing as I held her sweet little flexing bottom tight, pulled her pussy against my erection, humped and exploded, semen jetting out into the pool in a burst of glorious rapture. I heaved, thrust and spurted, drowning in the sweet sounds of my eleven-year-old climaxing, Marissa's arms hugging. I swelled and exploded, pleasure thrumming through me, spurting, cumming hard against her, hugging my sweet little girl, spurting, hugging, spurting, God, cumming so hard. So beautiful, so beautiful.

An ominous roll of thunder and light flashing in the dark sky brought awareness back. Marissa was still in my arms, hugging me, breathing hard, small face pressed to my neck. I had two incredibly sexy relaxed naked buttocks in my hands, a sweet eleven-year-old body pressed against me, her legs falling from my waist. I held a sexy little girl, my sexy little girl. Unbelievably, I was still erect, still turned on, still horny. I still felt desire and arousal, still wanted Marissa, still excited beyond belief by her orgasm, her sweet youthful climax. Need still burned brightly inside.

It was no longer a desire to make love to Marissa, it was a driving imperative. It was all that mattered in this world; nothing else, just that. I had to have her, take her, make her mine.

Easing her face from where it was buried in my neck, I looked into her sweet, sexy eyes. "I love you, Marissa. And God, I want you so much, Honey," I told her softly, intently. The smile that blossomed on her face, the delight that shined with such intensity, and the excitement that flushed her cheeks made my heart ache, my penis strain, so pretty, my daughter so sexy.

She buried her face into my neck, her legs bending to clamp onto me, arms hugging. "Daddy," she sighed, setting my heart racing.

With Marissa clinging to me, hugging me tight, her small body crushed to me, I carried her out of the pool, holding her sweet bum, perfect handfuls of bare buttocks. Another rumble of thunder from far off over the Atlantic was accompanied by a staccato series of bright flashes, lightning now fully developing. The air was muggy and deathly still, not a trace of a breeze. The pending storm was going to be big.

I didn't care. I had my daughter in my arms. I'd kissed my daughter, I'd caressed her naked eleven-year-old bum, she'd climaxed in my arms, and I was carrying her petite body, hugging her close; I was carrying my daughter to my bed. I was going to make love to Marissa and the thought just thrilled me, thrilled me.

Laying Marissa on my bed was such a sensual act. Placing my eleven-year-old, a young girl I was going to make love to in my bed was an intensely erotic gesture. I still had a hard erection, rigid and pulsing. I still felt need and desire thrumming inside me. The vision of Marissa, so young and sweet, almost naked, a child, looking at me with such an adult desire, made my heart beat, my penis throb.

I was surprised when I dropped my swim suit to the floor. When my erection sprang up Marissa looked at it as if she'd seen it before. The way she smiled and glanced up at me built my desire, the sweet fog of desire, that delicious guilt-free freedom to enjoy intense arousal.

"No. Don't. Let me, please," I begged when she reached for the string bows at her hips. I wanted to. I wanted to reveal my daughter, undress her, gaze on her naked beauty. I needed to unwrap her, undress her. She smiled, soft, gentle and accepting, her arms resting at her side, face inviting her father, 'Okay Dad, go ahead' her eyes said. I was hard, erect, and more emotionally excited than I could remember.

Knickers shook next to us, a spray of cool water hitting us, the bed and the floor. Marissa's laugh stabbed at me, her face so happy. I bent and kissed those laughing lips, shivering as the laughter died away, my daughter hands holding my face, her tongue gently emerging. She probed, her small animated tongue slipping between my lips, entering my mouth. I sucked gently. Spectacular, incredible, amazing. I drowned in her sensual kiss.

A tremor shook my hand as it touched a warm slender thigh, silky skin slipping across my palm as I felt for a bow, the string that held a small piece of cloth over my little girl's pussy. How could it be? How could it be this exciting to pull that tiny string, feel the bow unravel? How could it make my heart palpitate, anticipation be so arousing? With Marissa kissing me, I wondered what her pussy would look like, what an eleven-year-old pussy would look like. And, God, I couldn't believe I was going to find out, I was going to see my little girl.

Teasing myself, I trailed fingertips across her soft tummy, felt the dip of her navel, soft baby hairs on her silky skin. My erection was bobbing, precum cooling the crown. I felt the other string, the second bow, and found the tip, tugging gently, unraveling the knot, so damned erotic.

Our kiss ended. I wanted to look down, see her sweet pussy revealed. But Marissa's eyes captured me, the passion and love stunning. I watched her sexy eyes widen slightly as I trailed fingertips over her hip, back across her silky tummy, stopping at her navel, then tracing south. I watched my daughter's eyes stare at me with such desire as my fingertips pushed that tiny triangle of cloth aside, feeling the rise of her pubic mound, rising, endlessly rising.

Precum slid down my shaft, penis throbbing, feverish arousal storming my body. Marissa's pussy felt so small and so large; so small in my palm, so large for her body, full, mounded high, warm and sexy, soft bare skin, a monument to sweet innocence, gloriously virginal, and intensely, intensely exciting. I knew my hand was shaking. My body was shaking. Feeling Marissa's hand over the back of mine, feeling her slender legs part, and her hand push my palm between her thighs and against her sweet pussy was almost too much. That touch, knowing I was sexually fondling my little girl, was so, so strong.

Marissa's smile of encouragement, sweet, slightly shy, soft dark brown eyes glistening in excitement as I cupped her small pussy, was an image I wanted to remember forever. Her eyes softened more, desire flowing in when I touched her cleft, tracing it down, and felt her moisture, silky and slippery, my Marissa aroused. God, my daughter aroused by my touch.

I let the tip of my finger move in small circles, slowly burrowing, spreading her moisture, slippery, warm. I probed gently, soft plump labia spreading, hugging my caressing fingertip, Marissa's eyes clouding, passion growing. Precum slipped down my shaft slowly, almost tickling me. I wanted to grasp my erection, stroke myself and relieve the intense pressure I was feeling. And then I felt it, felt the tiny, tiny entrance to my daughter's vagina, hot, moist, so incredibly small.

With my free hand, I moved one triangle of cloth on her chest aside, inhaling sharply as a petite, newly formed breast appeared, a tiny mound topped with a dark crinkled areola and small bead of a nipple, so intensely attractive, the first blush of pubescence so erotic.

"Marissa," I whispered in awe, "it's so beautiful, so sexy."

I loved her sweet smile. It was at once happy, shy, excited, bashful, and intensely, intensely attractive. Bending, I kissed her little breast, at the same time curling my fingertip up, slipping it through her tight cleft. I nibbled on her tiny nipple as my fingertip touched her clitoris, Marissa twitching. I played gently, nibbling and sucking, taking her whole breast into my mouth, rubbing her sensitive clit carefully with small circular movements. This was heady, intense. Fondling my eleven-year-old little girl was stunningly erotic.

Marissa moaned, chest arching up off the sheet, hands combing through my hair. She pulled me tighter as I dipped my finger back to her vaginal entrance, gathering more silky moisture, rubbing and probing slightly, tiny, hot. God I wanted her. I wanted to press my straining erection to her tiny vagina, wanted to take her, have sex with her, make love with an eleven-year-old. It was driving need, intense, all consuming.

"Sweetheart," I whispered heatedly looking into her arousal-softened eyes, "I want you so badly I hurt."

Marissa stared at me, eyes intent. Knickers, stretched out on the floor, growled at the sound of a long, long rumble of thunder that echoed through the house, a faint trace of breeze through open windows stirring the curtain.

"Kay," she whispered. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"What, Honey?"

"I saw you masturbating last week," she whispered with a shy smile.

I grinned. "Can I tell you a secret, Marissa?" I asked.

"What, Daddy?"

"I saw you masturbating this morning."

Marissa grinned at me. "I know," she whispered, "I heard my door close."

She wriggled and pulled off her bikini top when I opened the bow at the back. I pulled her small body to me, full frontal, facing each other, side-by-side, my aching erection perfectly nestled along the valley formed by her soft thighs, the crown pressed to her plump pussy leaking slippery precum. She was perfect; petite, young, alluringly prepubescent, warm, virginal, and my little girl. She was perfect; sexy little bottom round and prominent, her valley deep, buttocks youthfully firm and alluringly petite.

The feel of her in my arms, of holding her to me, my naked eleven-year-old offering herself to me, was spectacular. Holding her delectable bottom, I hunched slightly to push the crown of my erection against her plump pussy, shuddering as it sank into the pad of her mons and slipped up and over it. Incredible, simply incredible.

Pulling back, I nestled my crown to her pussy again, holding her sweet little bottom to me more firmly. Marissa smiled at me, so sweet, Lord, my daughter so sweet. Her arms slipped around my neck.

"Kiss?" she asked.

God, yes.

Soft little lips touched my mouth, soft little lips below touched my erection. Marissa's tongue pressed at my closed mouth, her pelvis turned, I hunched and, oh God, my erection slipped between sexy, sexy thighs, rubbing along her cleft, pushing through as I opened my mouth and let her probing tongue in. She moaned into my mouth. I moaned into hers and sucked a small moist tongue. The tip of my erection emerged from behind her.

Marissa withdrew her tongue from my mouth and thrust it back. I imitated her, pulling my erection back, sliding it back along her sexy pussy, back between silky thighs leaving a trail of slick precum. Reversing, my crown squeezed against her labia, pushing in slightly, slipping down her cleft, across her hard little clit and out behind her, my hand holding her sweet bottom tight as it twitched.

"Again, Daddy," she whispered, hot breath against my mouth, small arms hugging me tight, sexy dark brown eyes wide with wonder. She squeezed her legs together on my erection. I pulled back and pressed forward, shuddering at the amazing feeling of my erection slipping along her small pussy, plump labia parting and caressing my crown, penis throbbing, silky firm thighs squeezing.

"Yesssss. Again, Daddy," she said, no longer a whisper, urgency emerging, her pelvis curling towards me.

Pulling back, I pushed again, slipping smoothly through her small slippery cleft. A bolt of excitement pounded my body when the crown caught at her perineum. I knew exactly where I was, at the sexy indent that led to her vagina. My erection swelled, more precum leaking. Holding her bum tight, fingertips reaching for my crown, pressing it, holding it in position, I pulled back slightly and pushed, the tip burrowing between labia, soft, silky.

Marissa moved her bottom, a subtle circular movement, hunching, bending her pussy towards me, breath huffing. I slipped in slightly further, the tip nudging to her entrance, so good, incredibly sexy.

We held each other not moving. Thunder rumbled, closer now, flashes of light brightening the bedroom, a breeze blowing the curtains, rustling them. The smell of rain arrived, irregular splatters hitting the pool. I lay hugging my daughter tight to my front, sexy little bottom in my hand, my erection pressed between plump labia, tip at the entrance to her vagina. I lay, my erection throbbing, precum leaking, Marissa's petite body trembling in my arms. I was on the cusp of paradise, on the cusp of making love to her, penetrating her. I could feel my penis swelling as it throbbed with need. I'd never been so excited, the anticipation of penetrating her small body was thrilling.

I could have easily cum, let myself go, spurted, ejaculated against her tiny vagina, fill her with my sperm and been intensely happy. But Marissa sighed and raised her leg over my thigh. Suddenly we were at the right angle. Suddenly I felt her vaginal opening pressed firmly against my tip.

A crash of thunder shook the house as Marissa hunched slightly, drowning her cry of pain when I thrust involuntarily, the urge sudden and too strong to resist. Holding her delectable small bottom, my crown tore her hymen and popped into her tight, tight vagina, a painful vice squeezing me. I watched tears of pain slip from her closed eyes as she lost her virginity, gave her innocence to me.

"No!" she cried out loudly, angrily, when I moved to pull back, her leg hooking up over my thigh, preventing me from withdrawing. "Wait, Dad, please."

It was torture, exquisite torture to wait, to feel Marissa's tight vagina contracting around my crown. It was exquisite torture not to thrust and bury myself in her incredible pussy. It was spectacular to feel myself penetrating her, incredible to feel her vaginal contractions, and simply amazing to know I had the tip of my erection inside my eleven-year-old daughter, my sweet little girl; simply amazing.

While Marissa slowly became accustomed to being stretched, being penetrated for the first time, my erection was throbbing, precum leaking. When she finally moved her hips slightly, I felt my crown slip into her smoothly, a velvet sheath slip down my shaft. Marissa sighed as I penetrated her vagina, tight, moist, now slippery from precum.

We were unaware of the thunder shaking the house, lightning flashing, gusts blowing rain in through the open window. I hugged my darling to me and we moved in gentle motions, my erection burrowing ever deeper, her leg tugging, the vice-like grip of her vagina caressing my erection. I had reached that fog-like stage of arousal, everything gone, only aware of my aching erection inside her, of how hot, moist and tight she felt, a velvet heaven. I was in the fog of arousal, still stunned that I was actually having intercourse with my little girl, my Marissa, my eleven-year-old.

I moved gently, stroking longer, hunching up into her, pushing deep, deep. Marissa groaned when I hit the end, the deepest part of her pussy, trembling in my arms, bottom hunching at me as if to get me deeper.

Lying side-by-side, holding her petite body, my hand pulling her sweet little bottom to me, and Marissa grunting, eyes closed tightly, we fucked each other, long deliciously arousing withdrawals, quicker thrusts, sweet bottom hunching, sinking deep. We fucked, arousal storming our bodies, small gasps when I penetrated her deep, moans when I withdrew, her leg over my thigh tugging me back.

We fucked, glorious pleasure, need building, hearts pounding. She was tight and sexy, sweet and petite, sensual. She was my little girl and the sexiest bundle of female I'd ever experienced.

I felt my climax stir, felt the pressure build, heaviness growing in my testicles. I felt my climax stir, fucking Melissa more urgently, shoving my aching erection deep, deeper, so incredible. Heart now pounding, I wondered if she would climax, experience an orgasm. I imagined cumming in my little girl and my strokes grew shorter, harder, more insistent, suddenly needing to cum, needing to cum.

"Oh God, Marissa, I'm . . ." I managed to whisper as pressure suddenly released. I cried out, shoved deep into her tight, tight vagina, swelled, and froze. Semen tore up my shaft and I exploded, pleasure crashing through my body as I spurted painfully, painfully.

Vaguely I heard Marissa cry out, "Daddy!" Vaguely I felt her jerk hard in my arms. I pulled out, fucked deep, exploded, bliss, God bliss, semen jetting out, hot, flooding my crown. I fucked hard, exploded, pulling her little bottom to me, burying myself as deep as possible in my darling as I ejaculated, glorious release, beautiful pleasure. I came, came hard into Marissa, stomach cramping, toes curling, spurting, God cumming sweetheart, Daddy's cumming!

When my eyes opened, gusting wind was blowing rain on my back through the open windows, thunder still rolling, slightly more distant. The storm had passed, nature's and mine. About an hour had passed, I noticed. I had Marissa in my arms, my partially tumescent penis still snug in her vagina, her leg still hooked over my thigh. Marissa appeared to be asleep, her pretty face soft and sexy, relaxed, long thick eyelashes against her cheeks. I didn't want to move. Jesus, I'd just had sex with this angel. I'd just had intercourse with my little girl. I wanted to hold her just like that; sleep with her petite body in my arms, my penis held snugly in her sexy, warm, moist pussy. I didn't want to move, ever, but the wind was gusting hard blowing rain in. I had to close the windows. God, I didn't want to move.

I couldn't get over how spectacular it was to have sexual intercourse with Marissa. It had been so incredible to feel her tight, tight pussy milking my erection and, God, cumming in her had been amazing, simply amazing. Just thinking about my sperm in her tiny, immature womb made my penis twitch.

Making love with her had been more than I could ever have dreamed. Imagine, I made love to my daughter, I had sex with her. Jesus, I had fucked my eleven-year-old. I felt something incredible happen; I felt my erection return. I felt it thicken and slowly lengthen, slowly grow inside her, pushing, slipping deeper into her silky cum-filled vagina. Memories of exploding into her, the ecstasy I'd felt, her tightness and her little snorts and grunts as she climaxed had me almost fully erect.

The wind started gusting harder, curtains flying. I had to get up. Damn! Groaning, I began to withdraw from Marissa's warm snug hold. She murmured and tightened her leg over my thigh.

"No. Don't go, Dad," she groaned.

"Have to sweetheart. The rain's soaking the bedroom. I have to close the window." I pulled again, her leg tightening, arms slipping back around my neck.

"No. Don't." She whispered. "Stay in me."

"Honey, I have to get up. I'll get right back in bed again."

"No," she complained.

As I rolled, Marissa held on, rolling on top, hugging hard, face nestled to my neck. "Marissa, honey," I pleaded.

"Nuh-uh. Carry me, Dad."

This was indeed strange, pleasantly so, even excitingly so. With only a slight wobble I managed to stand, Marissa holding on, now both legs wrapped around me, a sweet seductive little bottom in my hand and a now raging erection firmly buried inside her tight pussy. Walking to the window brought completely new sensations into play; Marissa moving on my erection, the tip pressing against her cervix, a rubbery sensation, and Marissa clearly squeezing my penis.

"Marissa, honey . . ."

"Nice, Dad," she whispered into my neck, squeezing gently but distinctly.

Closing the double windows with one hand, fighting the buffeting wind, and hanging onto Marissa's small bottom, I gave my erection a throb, deliberately expanding it, Marissa deliciously tight. Another peal of thunder rolled softly in the distance, the storm passed us heading east, rain battering against the glass in waves, lightning just a flicker of light in the distance.

"I felt that, Dad," Marissa said and then clamped her pussy on me making me groan loudly. Jesus she was tight.

When she giggled, I felt it in her pussy. I was as horny as a Billy goat, again! I loved being inside her. Still at the window, I grabbed two round sexy little buttocks, lifted and dropped. Her pussy, filled and slippery with my semen, slid easily up my rigid shaft and plopped down, my crown banging into her cervix.

"Oh," whooshed from her. "Again, Dad," she urged excitedly, reinforcing her enthusiasm for the move by hugging my neck hard, legs gripping as she tried to rise.

"Let's get in bed, Marissa," I panted, feeling arousal storm back into me. Man I wanted to fuck her again.

"No, Dad! Like this. I like it."

Marissa leaned back to look at me, two sexy excited eyes shining at me. Leaning back had the effect of her pushing her pelvis hard against me, my erection almost painfully pressed against her cervix, a very, very exciting feeling. I looked down between us, inhaling sharply at the sight of two perfect little breasts and a plump hairless mons squished to my pubic hair, a spectacular sight, incredibly arousing, amazing, simply amazing. She'd managed to force the last inch in. I was completely buried in her, completely surrounded by a tight velvety sheath, one that was pulsing and massaging me.

"Marissa, this is, without doubt, the sexiest thing I've ever experienced," I said, arousal making my voice slightly husky. I deliberately flexed my erection, her immediate giggle making her clench painfully. I was so aroused again. There was something so erotic about holding my little girl, erection buried inside her, such a petite body, the hint of pubescence in her tiny breasts, yet her immature youth so evident in her bald pussy. It was intense, intense.

Marissa felt Dad swell inside her, sending delicious sparks through her pussy. It felt like Dad was in her almost to her tummy, so deep, his erection so hard inside her.

She was still reeling from the feeling of Dad making love to her. She hadn't expected the blinding flash of pain when he'd pushed in. It had taken her breath away it hurt so much. But when he tried to pull out, she had panicked, forcing him to stay inside. Even masturbating to dreams of Dad and her together hadn't come close to how it really felt. He'd filled her, stretching her gloriously, his erection rubbing an ache deep inside.

Shivers had stormed her body when his penis rubbed her clit. But her surprise was how she climaxed. It had hit her immediately when Dad told her he was going to cum, immediately, pleasure crashing into her body. It intensified when she felt Dad spurting into her, hot wetness flooding her, Dad cumming, God, Daddy cumming in me! She'd felt tears in her eyes, everything going dark as she cried out her climax, joy and pleasure overwhelming her. Exhausted, melting, at peace, she'd fallen asleep, waking only when he moved.

Now, with Dad throbbing, her legs wrapped around him, she felt him go deeper than before, small spikes of arousing pain. But, feeling his soft pubic hair against her pussy, she realized she had his entire penis inside her, Daddy's entire erection inside her, so full, so, so stretched, so exciting. She could smell Dad, and sex, and rain. It smelled exciting. Hanging onto his neck, with Dad standing, looking at her with such passion in his sexy green eyes, she felt her need grow, that itch, that ache that his erection was pressing against blooming. She wondered if she would be able feel the outline of his erection over her tummy.

She clenched her pussy, a twinge of sexy pain, warmth flushing her body when Dad's eyes narrowed. He likes it! How about this? His deep groan when she wiggled her bottom made her giggle.

"Jesus, Marissa."

"Dad, let's go for a walk," she suggested.

"You want to stop now?"

Giggling, Marissa explained, "No, Dad. Like this. You hold me, keep it in me. Maybe the pool? It's hot in here. What are your thoughts?" She emphasized her idea with another tight squeeze, semen leaking out around his erection.

What I thought at that moment was I wanted to walk across to that wall, swipe the family pictures off to the floor, press my sexy little daughter's back against it and fuck her senseless. That's what I really thought. "Okay."

Walking with Marissa was an exercise in titillation. She wiggled on me as I walked, rubbing and caressing my erection, making it ache with need. She bounced on me with every step, no matter how gentle I tried to be, pressing the tip of my erection against her cervix with each step, pure torture, quite spectacular. I paused as we passed through the kitchen, opened the fridge and backed her into it.

"Cool now?" I asked with a sneaky grin.

"Oh. Look. Hand me the apple juice, Dad," she said, looking over her shoulder to see inside. "I'm thirsty." Marissa held onto my neck with one hand and twisting, reached for the carton with her other.

I grabbed it for her, watched her drink from the carton, head back, leaning back, hand holding my neck. My eyes caught sight of her perky little breasts, sexy areolae and tiny nipples. Unable to resist, I caressed one, holding onto her bottom with my other hand. Marissa's reaction was immediate, and painful. She spewed apple juice all over us, gasping and choking, the carton falling to the floor. When she started coughing it was excruciatingly painful, her vagina cramping vice-like on my erection.

"Jeez, Dad. What did you do that for?" she asked, still panting.

"It was lonely," I answered a bit sheepishly, enjoying her grin.

The mess we'd made was forgotten when she pulled herself to me, kissing me hard. "Twit. Let's go to the pool," she suggested, giving me another squeeze with an impish grin.

Stepping through the kitchen sliding glass door, rain pummeled us, warm yet refreshingly cool. I watched it soak Marissa's hair, making it darker. Behind her the pool still fluoresced with its cooling allure, Knickers excitedly bounding out and leaping in with a loud splash. I looked at Marissa as the rain ran in rivulets down her small body, parting to run around her tiny breasts and collect at her pussy, still pressed to my groin, my erection throbbing inside her.

She looked like a drowned kitten, hair straggly, so cute, all sexy little girl. Pulling her to me, I nestled my face into her neck. "God, I love you, Honey," I whispered. I loved her something fierce.

I heard her whisper "Love you too, Daddy," as she undulated her pussy against me. Suddenly I needed her, wanted her, yearned for her. Holding her tight, standing in the rain, we started moving, erection slipping out smoothly as I lifted her sexy bottom, penis throbbing, gliding in to her silky heat, sinking into her velvet clutch, small arms trembling.

We started making love, standing by the pool, Marissa moaning, face nestled to my neck, sweet bottom humping me, legs tugging, my face buried in her hair, inhaling the sexy scent of my girl. We writhed together, long strokes, delicious strokes, smooth, slippery. Marissa murmured in my ear, clutching me, almost chanting, "Daddy, Daddy." I thrust, penetrating deep, pulling her little bottom to me, shoving deep, thumping against her cervix.

I held my darling tighter, fucked harder, the fog of arousal, the pending storm of a climax rising, rain pouring over us. An urgency took control, had to cum, had to cum, God I needed to cum.

"Yesssss, Daddy. Uh. Uh," Marissa grunted. She jerked, shoved her pussy against me hard, leaned back and cried out, "Daddy!" I held her sweet bottom, thrusting, shoving, fucking, fucking, desperation building, pressure, pressure.

"Oh God, oh God, so good, Sweetheart."

My climax slammed into me as I fucked Marissa hard, semen burning up my shaft and jetting into her. I shoved deep sealing my erection to her cervix, fully buried in her and, to the sweet music of my daughter climaxing, I exploded, semen jetting out into her small womb. I held her little bottom and fucked her, hard, short desperate strokes, spurting, pleasure thundering through me, spurting, cumming, God, cumming hard in my darling.

My knees felt weak and rubbery. I was about to collapse. I'd climaxed three times in less than four hours, depositing my sperm in her each time. I was exhausted, sexually drained and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep. My penis wilted and slipped from Marissa. I was holding her trembling little body to me, her legs falling from my waist limply. With the last of my strength I carried her into the pool and sat on the steps, Marissa in my lap, her face nestled to my neck, and Knickers happily paddling around.

For five minutes neither of us stirred, Marissa's face resting on my shoulder. Looking down I realized she'd fallen asleep.

"Come, Knickers," I ordered quietly, lifting Marissa. Man I was exhausted.

Marissa's eyes opened to bright sunlight, late morning. Her cheek was against Dad's side, his aroma sexy and musky, his arm holding her gently. It felt right, exactly where she was supposed to be, in Daddy's arms, in Daddy's bed.

The bed sheet covered them to their waist, the air slightly chilly from air-conditioning. There was a damp, musty smell in the air, like wet carpet and wet dog.

Memories floated back, Dad in the pool, climaxing, in Dad's bed, oh, Dad making love to her, Dad deep inside her. And gawd, Daddy spurting, cumming in her. It had been amazing to feel him spurting in her, amazing. She smiled realizing she'd had sex with Dad, incredible! Sex with Dad!

But a shiver of pleasure went through her remembering the intense look Dad had given her, his whisper so full of emotion, "God, I love you, Honey." He meant love, real love, not just a dad's love, but real love. That was so unexpected. It had played back over and over in her mind when they had sex by the pool, her climax so, so strong, so spectacular, Daddy loves me!

She wondered how she got into bed. The last thing she remembered was climaxing, Daddy spurting, filling her. Moving her bum, she felt a wet spot. Semen had leaked during the night. Suddenly she needed to pee real bad.

Slipping from the bed, she dashed to the bathroom, holding her pussy, jeez, still wet. She peed then grinned as she brushed her teeth. She liked sex. It was gooood. She grinned harder, I'm Daddy's lover! Walking back into the bedroom, admiring Dad, his hair really messy, cheeks darkened and rough with stubble, she noticed he had an erection, his penis tenting the sheet.

She crawled onto the bed carefully, kneeling, tugging the sheet down.

"Dad?"

His erection was thick and standing up from his tummy, wet tip glistening, slightly hairy chest rising and falling as he slept peacefully. Tentatively, she reached for his erection.

It pulsed.

It was thick, her fingertips not touching, soft but hard.

It pulsed.

An image stole into her mind, Dad on his bed masturbating. Tentatively she stroked.

It pulsed, swelled.

Her hand became slippery, liquid from the tip feeling like oil. Tentatively she stroked, her attention riveted.

It pulsed.

She heard Dad groan, felt him stir.

"Marissa?" I managed to gasp, opening my eyes. Dark eyes glanced at me, her smile, her shy delighted smile shaking me to my core. I was frozen as Marissa bent and kissed my erection, so gently, so, so softly, God, so lovingly, her open hand holding it off my stomach, crown laying in her palm.

"Pretty amazing, Dad," she said, smiling.

I felt the fog of want, of arousal return and burn strongly. As she sat up I let my eyes trail from her radiant face, a face glowing with pleasure. Her buttocks swelled where they rested on her heels, knees slightly parted. Marissa's pussy bulged between her thighs, a soft, sexy, alluring mound filling her crotch. Her tiny cleft was visible, curling down, emphasizing plump labia, closed, sealed tight.

I thought she was hairless, completely bare, but on her left labia, half way down, I saw one pubic hair, a single hair, long, shiny black and straight. Marissa had one pubic hair and it made her so damned sexy. God, I wanted her again.

"Marissa," I whispered, arms reaching out, wanting, needing her, erection straining from the vision in front of me, pure sexy little girl. Flashes of yesterday morning, of seeing Marissa humping her pillow and quilt, ran through my mind as she knelt astride me, her small, full pussy parting. I was riveted to the sight, her long clitoral hood, the small bump of her clitoris, lips flushed in arousal. I watched raptly as she settled down, petite pussy touching my erection.

"Marissa," I whispered breathlessly when she hunched slightly, rubbing, pussy spreading and settling on me, labia bulging, plumping out around my shaft. "God, Sweetheart."

"It's hot, Dad," she told me, voice soft and full of wonder.

I felt my temples throbbing. Marissa reached down, so gently holding my erection to her pussy, lifting it, slender hips moving. I could see her small clit red and inflamed as it rubbed over the flared ridge of my crown. I swelled in excitement, a pearl of precum oozing out.

Marissa shuddered when she felt Dad's penis scrape her clit. His erection was hot, thick, spreading her slit, and slick with his moisture. She hunched her pussy just like she did when masturbating, but, oh, so much better, Dad. Little shivers shook her, her sensitive clit pulsing. Dad's penis looked huge against her pussy, swollen, red, throbbing, so good Daddy. Rubbing herself against the hard shaft, her hand pulling it up tight against her, she felt moisture oozing out of her vagina, felt the ache deep inside her, the ache that cried out to be massaged.

Glancing up, her heart pounded. Dad stared at her with such wonder in his sexy green eyes. Marissa was fascinated at the play of emotions in his eyes, excitement making them gleam and reflect light, love making them burn with intensity, searing her. But the emotion she'd never seen before, the one making her pussy clench, was raw desire pleading with her. God, Daddy wanted her, wanted her badly. Yes, Daddy, just right, just like I dreamed.

She hunched her pussy on his thick erection, knees hugging his sides, pulses of pleasure, pulses of pleasure, nice, Daddy. Just like I dreamed.

Leaning forward, she lay on his chest, arms hugging him, hunching her pussy, rubbing her clit on his shaft, just like I dreamed, Daddy.

"Hold my bum, Daddy," she whispered, hunching, rubbing. She felt his erection become slippery, warm moisture on her tummy, gliding, gliding, Daddy. A shiver of pleasure shook her, Daddy's hands holding her bum, hunching, rubbing her clit on his erection. A stab of pleasure hit when she felt his fingertip rub the entrance to her vagina.

"Good, Daddy," she whispered, hunching, holding Daddy, my Daddy. It started with a little twinge, a little pulse of pleasure in her clit, a familiar twinge. Humping Daddy faster, pulses of pleasure went from her pussy to her nipples. She rubbed her nipples on his chest, hunching, hunching.

"Close, Daddy," she panted, humping, rubbing, "Close." She grunted when his fingertip penetrated her. She heard him gasp, felt him heave under her.

She felt his penis throb, swell, hot semen shooting between them, spurting, spurting. "Daddy!" Her climax exploded, charging through her small body, tearing at her, body jerking, Daddy spurting, hot, wet. Her pussy clenched, pleasure burst, "Cumming Daddy, cumming!"

It tore at her, ecstasy writhing through her, so good Daddy, God, so good. Panting, jerking, Marissa let her climax flow, sliding on Daddy's hot, slippery semen, pussy pulsing, cumming, such sweet ecstasy.

I found Saturday breakfast to be quite fascinating. Every time I looked at Marissa, the happy smile on her face warmed my heart. She had a spectacular glow about her, an intense look of pleasure that made my heart sing. I found it incredible that I'd had intercourse with her and, even more amazing, felt another erection growing just from knowing I would have sex with her again. She was a sexy addiction.

I still felt like Dad. Yet there was a subtle change, no discomfort but an ease between us, a very enjoyable ease. We were relaxed, a new layer to our relationship. Marissa had a gleam in her sexy eyes, a hint of impishness. It was very attractive, I thought.

"So what's the plan for today, Dad?" she asked, studying his sexy green eyes. She recognized desire; it made her shiver. Having Dad want her was amazing. Some naughty thoughts flitted through her mind, making her blush slightly. Lindy had been so sure guys wanted their 'cocks sucked', swearing it was their favorite thing. "They like to cum in their girlfriend's mouth," she'd claimed. Marissa had laughed, finding the idea a little disgusting. But that was before she felt Dad spurting. Maybe he'd like it. Maybe she'd try it. I wonder what it tastes like?

"Well, it's Saturday," I said, "time for fun and relaxation. So you choose. But, it has to be just fun stuff, okay?" I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to slather her little body in massage oil, caress and explore her tender young body and then writhe together, slippery, sensual, maybe bend her . . .

"Can we laze around the pool, Dad? Oh. No. Can you buy me some clothes? Something pretty? Maybe sexy? What are your thoughts?"

Her grin had my heart swelling, so pretty and attractive. "Sure. Whatever you want."

I realized my mistake immediately, her eyes widening, an impish gleam appearing, sneaky smile forming. "Uh . . . I didn't mean that. What I meant was . . ."

"Too late, Dad. Whatever I want. Those were the words." She grinned. I didn't like the evil glee in her expression. "Going to change," she announced, jumping off the chair and heading out. "You can clean up," she yelled over her shoulder.

Staring at her undulating little bottom in cotton panties, I distractedly muttered agreement, reached for the cereal bowls, and chastised myself for talking before thinking.

Key West was busy with tourists, noisy, with cars and busses slowing things down, crowded and bustling with activity. Just where was this economic downturn? Marissa led me by hand, dodging around people on the busy sidewalk.

"In here, Dad," she said, pulling me into a crowded store before I could even see its name.

Loud thudding music added to the frenetic activity of what appeared to be the entire population of young girls and teens in Key West. I was impressed by Marissa's obvious mastery of this strange landscape, wending her way through aisles, somehow spotting things in racks that a normal human would never see, inspecting them, deftly flicking the price tag over before moving on. I was surprised to see how many other girls she knew, squealing and laughing as they traded unimaginable shopping knowledge before parting with a promise to 'talk', as if they hadn't just talked.

Marissa impressed me at her speed, honing in on certain items of clothing, dexterously flicking though racks as though she'd been doing it forever, simultaneously inspecting something while waving to someone she knew. I was quite bemused.

But, eventually I got into the spirit of it, pointing out the nice stuff, simple and appropriate attire for an eleven-year-old. A couple of "Daaaad" exclamations, her exasperation clear, guided me to the less appropriate selections, and with a newfound glee, I happily suggested silver lame tops with purple sequin accents, fur-trimmed jeans that sported delightfully playful spiked chains, long deathly black dresses that promised you'd be a hit at the next vampire gathering, and all sorts of interesting misguided designs.

Eventually Marissa decided my help was no longer . . . helpful. "Stand there, Dad. Stay," she ordered. I did. Occasionally I'd see her pointing to me as she chatted with friends, smiling as though she thought I was a lovable doofus. Her friends appeared to inspect me and burst into laughter. I doubt she was telling them how useful I was, or expounding on my sharp fashion sense.

Lunch was a pleasant classic French meal at a small restaurant, a small table seating us four, Marissa, myself, and two seats full of shopping bags. I didn't mind. I quite liked staring at her, picturing her with her legs wrapped around my waist, wondering what her naked bum might look like since I hadn't yet inspected it, dreaming of oily hands gliding over her slender, sexy body, getting an erection as I imaged . . .

"Dad? Daaad!"

"What?"

"You have to pay. Jeez, where were you?"

With a grin, I leaned over and whispered in her ear as I dropped a credit card on the bill, totally enjoying the sweet blush that graced her pretty face.

"Come on, let's go," she insisted, grabbing her bags. Her sudden enthusiasm made me chuckle. Rearranging my erection, we left, headed home, bright sunshine beating down, a refreshing briny breeze making it just bearable.

Marissa was wearing a slightly more modest yellow string bikini when she strolled out from the kitchen. I lay on the chaise lounge by the pool absorbing the heat of the mid-afternoon sun. Knickers barked at Marissa, "Come in, it's nice" he seemed to be saying, tail wagging underwater as he sat on the steps. I studied Marissa as she walked towards me, two glasses of lemonade in her hands, damned sexy bottom swaying with far too much hip movement for an eleven-year-old. I was particularly fascinated with the prominent V-shape of her pussy. With an alluring gap between her slim thighs, it was quite hypnotic how it moved, sort of rolling, pouting as if disappointed at being covered. Me too, I thought.

Knickers, lapping the pool water, looked up, barked in another invitation, gentle brown eyes pleading for company. The lemonade was tart and refreshingly cool, drops of cold condensation on my chest making me shiver. A perfect Saturday.

"Here, Dad," Marissa said, reaching out, pretty eyes twinkling as she sat on the chaise next to me.

My reaction was automatic, accepting whatever it was she was handing to me. My reaction was automatic, an erection growing, penis lengthening and pushing out to my hip. I held the bottle of scented massage oil that had sat in the bathroom for years.

"So, Dad," Marissa asked, "Massage? Oil? Warm sun? What are your thoughts?"

Her giggle suggested she knew exactly what my thoughts were, reading the lecherous ideas that crowded my mind. I really, really liked how Marissa thought. She was showing a marvelously adventurous spirit that I found deeply attractive, incredibly sexy. Who knew she'd be so sexual, so delightfully forward?

"I think you look sore, Marissa," I suggested. "Are you?" I asked hopefully.

"Uh-huh," she nodded, smiling brightly. "Really sore, Dad." Then she grinned at me. "I ache!"

"Gee. That's not good. Where do you ache?"

Marissa giggled. "Here," she said pointing at her chest. "And, here," she added pointing at her tummy. "And . . . here," she said more softly, pointing at her crotch, adding, "And my bum, too!"

Sexy sparkling eyes regarded me. "Can you help? Maybe make the aches go away? What are your thoughts?"

My thoughts became a bit muddled, an erection distracting logical reasoning, a sexy daughter confusing my simple brain. My thought, my single thought, was a desire to grab her and do some amazingly un-fatherly things to her, some rather adventurous things, and definitely very adult things, all with my pleasure in mind.

Rolling, I stood, planning to grab the little tease. She screamed in laughter, jumped up and ran, leaping into the pool, Knickers barking in excitement as he launched himself from the steps.

Marissa and Knickers treated me to pure enjoyment. I sipped my lemonade and ignored my erection, letting it wane as they played, Marissa's laughter sweet music, Knicker's excited barks amusing. Without any sexual overtones shading my perspective, I just enjoyed Marissa's youthful enthusiasm, feeling rather proud of her. She had such a free spirit as she romped, such youth, her childish glee peeking out. Yes, very proud and thankful.

But, my innocent enjoyment took a hike when a wet bikini top emerged up the steps, sexy small mounds, her new breasts with taut nipples poking. It took a hike when narrow hips undulated out of the pool, water cascading, seductive bikini bottoms plastered to a sexy pussy, camel toe clear, water dripping from her prominent vulva as if she was peeing.

Excitement stormed back, erection returning. I lay still, admiring the magnificence and attractiveness of Marissa's prepubescent body, petite, gorgeous. Her smile let me know she knew exactly what I was thinking, her hips encouraging my lascivious thoughts.

"Still ache?" I inquired, hoping rather fervently. I waved the bottle of scented massage oil in the air to reinforce my offer of kind solace.

"Maaaaybe," she coquettishly answered. "Will you behave yourself?"

"Of course not," I advised with a grin. Me? Behave with Marissa in a bikini? I doubt it.

"Okay."

She dried and arranged herself on the chaise lounge, face down, cheek on her towel, dark eyes watching my erection, a small smile curling her lips. Grabbing my towel, I folded it up, lifted her hips and slipped it under. Much better. Her sexy bum was now nicely mounded up.

Sitting at her side, I took my time pulling open the bow on her back that held her bikini top on, letting the strings fall to the side. I undid the bow at her neck after gently brushing her thick hair aside, taking the opportunity, since I was there, to kiss her neck, inhale her scent, and strengthen my erection. Her quiet murmur was nice.

With the preliminaries out of the way, I turned my attention to two string bows at her hips, the strings that held a yellow triangle over her rather rounded rump. In the sunlight I could see the baby hair on her lower back, light, colorless and soft. Unable to resist, I kissed them, feeling their silky texture on my lips. Since I was in the neighborhood, I said 'Hello' to a couple of soft seductive buttocks, letting my lips press in, sink into each marvelous cheek, whispering quietly, "I'll be back," in my Arnie imitation.

Marissa giggled. Her bum jiggled.

As if conducting an orchestra, I held two tied string tips in my hands. "Tada," I declared pulling them apart, small bows at each hip unraveling.

Marissa giggled. "Dope."

The moment was upon me, the reveal, the first sight, my chance to gaze upon the magnificent rump of an eleven-year-old. I pulled the small piece of yellow cloth down. Spectacular, incredible, amazing.

With eyes riveted, I lubed my hands with the lemony scent of massage oil. I felt like expounding on Mother Nature, so I did.

"Marissa, my darling," I said as I gently spread oil over her lower back, "you have such pretty buttocks, twin peaks of pure delight. They sing a song of allure, a siren's call. 'Look at me' they croon, 'would you like to touch us?'

"I declare," I said, Marissa giggling, "I feel their draw, I hear their song, their loneliness calls to my heart."

"Daaaad!"

"But, sweetheart, let me just say . . . hold on a sec."

I bent and kissed those incredible buttocks, perfect mounds, rounded, sculpted wonders of the world, my hands sliding up her slender back. God, but they were tasty, seductively soft, firm to pressure, seamless globes that gave Marissa such an adult-like shape, rising high and proud from her back, sweeping down to slender thighs.

Marissa murmured and wiggled her butt as I straightened up, dragged my hands down to rub her magnificent cheeks with oil. "Let me just say, my love," I continued to her cute giggles, "I feel the need to thank you. You've graced me with a sight only the Gods should see, a bum, a posterior, a rear, a rump, a glorious bottom of endless beauty . . ."

"Jeez, Dad," Marissa laughed.

I proceeded to massage Marissa's small body, my eyes glued to her bum. She had two small dimples, one above each cheek, a beautiful v-shape leading to her valley, a valley that ran deep and true between sexy hills, dipping down, curving in, and meeting a remarkable bulk nestled at her crotch, her pussy so plump and full, cleft virginally tight.

Her soft buttocks felt incredible as I deep massaged them, her moans delighting me. With counter-clockwise circular hand movements, Marissa's sweet buttocks parted, her dark anus winking, then squeezed together, then parted seductively. I spent time on her lovely bum, deeply massaging, deeply appreciating, before progressing to her long slender legs.

Starting at her feet I massaging her soles and toes, I massaged calves, my erection strengthening as I progressed to soft thighs, fascinated at how her cleft would part slightly, pink clit appearing, then close tight. I spent time with her thighs, my arousal building, fascinated by how small, how tiny her vaginal entrance was. I marveled at how it must have stretched to accommodate my erection, the image so arousing.

Marissa was completely relaxed, moaning and sighing, arms up. Adding more massage oil, anticipation thudding inside me, I moved in, letting my hand slide up the inside of her thighs, touch her pussy, caress lightly. Marissa moaned, moved her bum slightly. I spread her legs.

With one hand caressing her sexy buttocks, I reached down and cupped her pussy, Marissa parting her legs slightly more. I used my fingers to rub and caress her plump labia tracing their sides, squeezing them together, and my thumb to rub her anus. Adding pressure, oil making her slick, I caressed her cleft, rubbed her clit, and let my thumb slip down to rest at the tiny opening of her vagina making small circular movements.

Marissa started moving her bum, pressing back, indents appearing and disappearing in her gorgeous buttocks, and she slowly, slowly worked herself onto my thumb, her tight opening stretching, silky soft, slowly impaling herself on my thumb. God but she was tight, moist, velvety smooth, so warm, quite spectacular. I caressed and massaged her cleft with my fingers, stroked her buttocks and started moving my thumb, small in and out strokes, feeling the roughness of her G-spot, Marissa's moans gaining strength, incredible.

But the most amazing experience was watching my little girl start to undulate her bottom, start singing a song of little gasps, little sighs. The most amazing experience was feeling her clench her vagina rhythmically on my thumb. I was painfully hard, completely aroused watching my daughter's joy build.

Marissa started writhing against my hand, bum moving sensuously. "Daddy," she grunted sweetly, small body shaking. My daughter climaxed, eyes scrunched closed, eyebrows drawn together, body jerking, vagina clenching on my thumb, small clitoris hard. I felt a flood of moisture, saw her ear blush pink as she humped and jerked through a strong orgasm, finally collapsing inert, chest heaving. Beautiful, quite spectacular.

"Feel better?" I whispered in her ear.

"Uh-huh."

"My turn?" I asked hopefully, my erection now quite painful.

"Too tired, Dad," she whispered. She felt like Jell-O, all muscles melting. Dad's touch had sent her to heaven, bliss, her climax so strong. He'd been so gentle, caressing her pussy just right, tickling her clit, stroking her slit, rubbing her lips and God, his thumb rubbing something inside that sent sparks of pleasure through her. It was a delicious climax.

She smiled at his grumps and complaints, felt him move off the chaise lounge. The sound of a splash and Knickers' excited bark told her Dad had gone to drown his frustration. With the sun warming her back, complete peace flowing through her, she marveled at how lucky she was, how so much had changed. Dad was still Dad, but so much more now. This whole sex thing felt perfect. It was fun, exciting and massively enjoyable. She liked the way Dad was so enthusiastic, so excited. It made her feel so sexy to know he wanted her so much. It excited her no end realizing she was his lover. Yeah, it was fun.

Her mind drifted through the experiences she'd felt, how each was different in some small way, each thrilling, new. How much was there to learn? What else could she experience? Would they all feel so good? Even Dad masturbating her, cuz that's what he just did, felt so sensual, so different from her doing it. He'd made her so wet! Nice.

Somehow, the things she'd heard of that had sounded vaguely nasty, didn't feel that way when she thought about trying them with Dad, even maybe in her bum! How come? Was it because he was so free and relaxed with her? Was it because she knew he'd love her no matter what? She smiled, maybe . . .

With Knickers passed out next to me and Marissa asleep on the chaise, I relaxed and let myself drift, let myself appreciate just how much I loved this new relationship, how lucky I was. I was rather glad I'd walked into her bedroom unannounced. I'd have to remember to have a chat with her about keeping it between us, though. I wonder how she felt about it. Maybe I should bring it up, over dinner perhaps . . . barbecue, that's what I wanted, ribs, yes, ribs slathered in homemade sauce, a beer in hand, smoke wafting . . . nice breeze, salty, cooling . . .

Her hand woke me, soft, gentle, silky and caressing my stomach. The sun had settled lower in the sky, late afternoon, still warm. I opened my eyes, Marissa sitting at my side, naked, glorious, small, soft hands caressing the hair that ran from my navel to the waist of my swimsuit.

She smiled at me, so pretty, eyes glinting with amusement.

"Oil? Massage? What are your thoughts?" she asked, waving the bottle of lemon-scented massage oil.

Her hand sneaked down over my swimsuit. "So that's a yes?" she asked feeling my growing enthusiasm. I grinned.

"Lift," she instructed and, as I lifted my hips, she tugged my swimsuit down, an erection slapping onto my stomach.

Marissa studied my erection, a grin forming as she poured oil on my chest. She started massaging my chest, light soft hands caressing me more than massaging me, spreading slippery, lemony oil, spreading it lower, ever lower.

A flit of mischief passed through her eyes as she moved to my legs, pouring more oil, rubbing, hands moving up to my knees, caressing my thighs. I was hard and pulsing, erection bobbing, some rather strong wishes going through my mind.

"It looks lonely, Dad," she announced, "sort of nodding, like it's asking me to come closer."

Well, yes, that's exactly what it needed I thought, smiling in encouragement, watching her small hands spread oil on the insides of my thighs, slipping higher.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, still staring at it, smiling.

I groaned when her hand cupped my balls, played with them so gently.

"They're heavy, Dad," Marissa announced, letting her finger slip down to run across his asshole; fair play, Dad, she thought when he jerked. Carefully she slipped her hands up his thighs, sliding them across his tummy, slipping them under his penis, watching it bob and jerk, liking Dad's groan.

She slipped her hands back down, cupping his balls again, gently caressing, then slipped her hands up, running the palms up his shaft, across the head, reversing, feeling it pulse. Slowly, Marissa curled her fingers, held his thick shaft. It felt alive in her hands, so thick. Very exciting, Dad.

"Jesus, Marissa," I gasped, so horny I hurt.

She smiled at me, so sexy, turned back to watch my erection and proceeded to stroke it slowly, gently at first, then her hands tightening. Fuck. I watched a bead of precum squeezed from the tip, shuddering when she bent and kissed it off, soft lips, soft lips.

I was gripping the towel, my body tense and rigid, my erection stiff, stiff. And Marissa glanced at me, smiled shyly, bent and slipped my erection into her small mouth, lips spreading, mouth opening, warm, moist, spectacular. I shuddered at the touch of her tongue, caressing the crown, probing the pee hole, incredible, incredible, arousal storming me.

I was mute, at a loss for words when she started slowly bobbing on my erection, the flared ridge oozing out between her lips, sinking in slowly, a little suck. It was an amazing experience to see her small oily hands stroking my shaft, eleven-year-old mouth sucking me, fucking me, Jesus, my little girl! Where did she . . .

My climax ripped through me, uncontrollably, when her finger caressed my asshole, massive pressure releasing, penis swelling painfully. I gasped, tried to warn her, reached to pull her head off. Too late, too late. A surge of pleasure hit, erection straining, and semen pulsed up my shaft to jet into Marissa's mouth. "Honey," I gasped, another huge wave crashing into me, spurting, exploding into her small mouth, semen spurting from her lips. I heaved, pushing myself into her, exploded again, ecstasy pounding my brain as semen blasted out, spurt from her mouth and slid over her stroking hand. The dam burst as I finally pulled her head up, hips thrusting, semen spurting, pleasure thundering through me, Marissa stroking my erection and milking me. I came hard, came completely, exhaustingly, my heart racing as I wallowed in intense bliss.

"Tastes like the pool, Dad."

"Huh?" My ears were still buzzing.

"Let's swim," Marissa insisted, tugging my hand, trying to pull my limp, lifeless body up.

"Hungry, Dad? What's for dinner? Oh. Can we have burgers? No. Pizza. Yeah, pizza with everything on it. Extra well done, maybe burnt. What are your thoughts?"

I smiled, too relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss to even open my eyes. Marissa's blooming adolescence over the past two years was spectacular, sexy small breasts developing, riding high and proud. At thirteen, she'd developed sensual curves that gave her a waist and seductive hips, and a delightful soft little pubic bush, currently pressed against my thigh as she cuddled to me. I felt the warm wetness of my semen leaking from her, her slender leg thrown over me.

Knickers barked from the pool steps, his permanent position, inviting us for a refreshing dip.

Marissa was quite incredible; still a gentle and considerate daughter, even keeled, enjoying life, studying hard enough to pass her classes but no more, still sweet natured, quietly feisty, subtle, and observant. But she'd developed a wit and impishness that was completely charming.

It was amazing how she'd taken to being my lover, my companion in and out of bed. Her sexual stamina was amazing, too; quite happy to explore and try, quite happy to direct me and tell me when it wasn't something she enjoyed, vociferous in telling me when it was something she liked. I loved my daughter deeply, and worried about how long she'd give me. Being with her, living with her, and having her as my partner was simply spectacular, incredible, amazing.