ELBOWS ON THE DESK, I dropped my head into my hands and massaged throbbing temples. Another headache blossomed.

Screaming and yelling, strident voices raised in acrimony and hate, echoed down the hall and through the closed home office door. They were at it again. There were times, like now, when I thought it was hopeless. It seemed those two mixed like oil and water and I wasn't the emulsifier that helped them blend despite my best efforts.

A door slammed so hard I felt the pressure wave, the door behind me rattling slightly. As sure as the sun rose after night's passing, I knew what would follow. Eyes closed, I massaged my temples, willing everything away. Please, go away. It didn't work.

Thumping, aggressive footsteps sounded, growing nearer and nearer with each step. I was growing to hate the familiar sound. The door behind me was thrown open to slam back against the wall. I didn't have to turn to know Cathy would have her arms tightly crossed and an unbecoming frown on her face.

"Jack, you have to talk to that girl. You have to do something. It's not right for her to treat me with such disrespect," Cathy spitted at me.

My groan was silent. A sharp pain lanced into one temple. I rubbed it.

"Do you hear me?!!" Cathy asked, loud and aggressive.

"Yes, Dear. I hear you," I said calmly. "I'll talk to her tonight."

"And don't let her get away with lying again. She needs discipline not coddling," my wife added.

When I didn't respond, still massaging my temples and wishing everything would go away, leave me alone, Cathy, full of spitting anger, raised her voice even higher.

"Do you HEAR ME, Jack? I swear, the next time she behaves like that towards me I'll slap her!"

That was it. "Enough!" I yelled, turning to face Cathy. In a calmer voice I said, "I told you I'll talk to her, Cathy. Don't even joke about hitting her. It's not funny."

Clouds gathered on her face. Her frown deepened at not receiving a completely sympathetic response and the unconditional support she felt she deserved. "You do that," she hissed, turning and leaving, slamming the door closed as further evidence of her displeasure, now pissed at me as well.

Shit!

Less than one year and I was seeing a side to Cathy I'd never expected. Elbows back on the desk, I massaged my temples even harder. I had to admit, marrying Cathy had been a selfish move; an attempt at self-protection in a way.

For seven years I'd been able to raise my daughter alone. It hadn't been easy but it had been a labor of love. I'd thought I'd done a good job, too. It was easy to love Nina. She was so open and honest, a trusting little girl that managed to find a way into the hearts of everyone she met with her natural enthusiasm and innocent wonder at things. She'd been an even-keeled girl not given to flights of fancy or anger.

And then puberty had arrived.

Nina suffered, complaining about aches and pains in her rapidly changing body. In her complaining I'd seen cuteness. In her anger at my laughing at her, I'd seen charm. In her stern "Daddy!" admonishments I'd found pleasure. But, when I'd found intrigue and fascination with her growing maturity and reacted in a startling way, I knew, for her sake, something had to be done.

It was seeing small bumps emerge on her chest that first surprised me. I felt pride, for sure. But I also felt a light tug of interest. When Nina casually walked from the bathroom having showered, a bath towel loosely wrapped around her, hair damp, and I'd seen just the bottom edge of her bare buttocks revealed, I'd felt a stronger tug of interest. When my daughter wandered into my bedroom in a training bra and panties, no matter that they'd been plain, white cotton, Victoria's Secret underthings, I'd felt a much stronger tug of interest. The way her emerging breasts, still very small, pressed against thin cotton and the way her panties hugged her lower body with the hint of a camel toe, had been far too attractive to me.

When I understood how guiltless my attraction was, I'd set about distracting myself and finding her a mother who could help her through the metamorphic changes assaulting her. I'd set about finding a sexual partner to find pleasure and satisfaction with, to distract me and protect Nina.

It had worked. For two months I'd been distracted, delightfully so. Cathy had a lovely and responsive body. She might not be as adventurous a bed partner as I'd hoped, but I had been satisfied . . . at first.

Something happened between Cathy and Nina. It happened shortly after Nina turned thirteen. Their relationship, cordial at first, had dissolved into fighting, yelling, and spiteful snide comments. I'd tried to placate and play peacemaker and failed.

Nina simply told me, "Daddy, you don't understand!" and stomped off. Cathy had changed into an ice lady in and out of bed. She seemed to be perpetually frowning and it wasn't a pleasant sight.

For the past four months I'd started regretting marrying Cathy and seriously considered boarding school for Nina. There was only so much I could handle. I longed for the old times; Nina laughing and happy, care free and enthusiastic . . . Nina pre her pubescence. I longed for my lost innocence.

The front door slammed shut. Another pressure wave shook my office door. Cathy was off somewhere in a steaming fit. She'd return eventually.

I wasn't looking forward to this. I didn't like admonishing my daughter at all. But she needed to show a bit of respect. Not a lot, just a bit. I needed it desperately. I wanted peace. Amicability could wait.

Rising, I headed to her room.

"Daddy, you don't understand! How could you believe her?"

Nina, sitting on her bed in a defensive posture, knees up, arms wrapped around them, her intense blue eyes glaring at me with an unusual fierceness, was clearly disappointed in me.

"Sweetheart, you don't need to like her. But you need to treat her with respect. She's my wife."

"She's a slut!!!" Nina yelled.

I sat back in the desk chair in shock. The venom in Nina's voice was astonishing. Add what she'd just called Cathy and I was flabbergasted.

"Nina! You should never talk about someone like that," I said, trying to be calm.

Deep blue eyes glittered at me, steely cold and hard. "You might not care, Daddy, but I do. I'll fight for you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. Nina's comments were bewildering me. Fight for me? What did that mean?

Nina studied me. "You're too good, Daddy. You never fight for what you want or what is right if it's going to hurt someone. It's okay. I love that about you. But someone needs to fight for you."

"I'm sorry, Honey. I really don't know what you're talking about."

An intense look appeared on Nina's pretty face. "You really don't know, do you? Cathy's having an affair. She's been having sex with another guy ever since you married her. I told you. She's a slut."

"Don't say that." I didn't believe Nina. God help me but I didn't believe my daughter for the first time in my life.

"Why do you think I yell at her?" Nina continued. "I threatened to tell you about her. She promised to make my life Hell if I did. She almost slapped me today."

"It's not true. It can't be," I said quietly.

"Daddy, where do you think Cathy goes every time she leaves? Like now. Where do you think she's gone? Grocery shopping? She's gone to Ken Witman's house to have sex with him."

Nina must have seen the doubt in my eyes. She quickly added, "Gina saw her going in to Ken's house. She lives next door to him! You go see."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked.

"Would you have believed me? Do you now? I decided to fight for you instead. She doesn't deserve you. I do. You're mine, not hers."

I replayed the conversation sitting in the car parked fifty-some feet from Ken Witman's house. The depth of Nina's anger had impressed me. If it was true about Cathy, I could understand Nina's anger. But what she'd said afterwards still haunted me.

"You didn't fight for me, Daddy," she'd accused me.

When I'd asked exactly what she'd meant by that, Nina had stunned me. She'd been aware of my attraction to her. How? I had no idea at all. In her mind I'd run away from her all the way into Cathy's arms and she was angry at me for it. The truth was, I had.

How had I communicated the attraction I'd felt, that un-fatherly appreciation for my blossoming little girl? Had I stared? Had I ogled?

Cathy, emerging from the front door of Ken's house, pulled me from my musings. I watched her lean in and saw her kiss Ken lightly. Turning, she walked down the drive, fluffing her short dark hair. It was damp. She'd showered. Bile rose in my throat.

I was sleeping with her! I'd been having sex with her after she'd been with another man! The revulsion in me was a caveman response; visceral anger.

Fifteen minutes later I watched Cathy pull into our drive. Parked down the road, I sat, deep in thought, ugly anger writhing through my gut.

I pictured my daughter's face, her intensity, the deep blue eyes of her mother staring at me as if willing me to understand. I adored Nina. There was no one in the world prettier in my opinion. In so many ways she reminded me of her mother, my first love. She had the same lustrous, dark mahogany hair, the same sensual mouth and lips, the same agonizingly beautiful smile that could melt me physically.

I pictured Cathy's face, the one that she'd shown for the last three months; that pinched look, pained and aggrieved, the world not treating her with appropriate respect - my daughter not treating her with respect. Suddenly I felt nothing for Cathy. I felt anger and betrayal and, perhaps worse, disappointment in myself. I'd failed Nina.

I'd committed myself to Cathy. I'd married her. I'd opened my life to her. Even more important, I'd let her be the stepmother to my child and she'd betrayed me. FUCK!

The front door slammed with such force my office door rattled. For once I wasn't holding my head and massaging my temples. I had my heels up on the desk and was leaning back, fingers intertwined behind my head. I couldn't stop the smug smile, either. Confronting Cathy had been cathartic in so many ways.

It had finally released the stress tension in my body. Her pleading and promising to change had actually been rather enjoyable. Throwing her out had been like ridding myself of a mill stone carried on my shoulders. But better by far was the tight hug Nina had given me, her pleasure shining bright in clear blue eyes, and her whisper, "Now it's just us, Daddy," when I'd informed her of Cathy's imminent departure.

I knew what she meant. She knew, too, in how she smiled shyly at me. It was a glimpse of the old Nina shining through. Standing, I stretched my back. Now I didn't have to hide in this office any more.

The office door burst open. Nina came rushing in, eyes sparkling, a big, satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

"She's gone, Daddy! Yay!" she exclaimed and threw herself at me.

Sweeping her up, I hugged her tight. She felt so good in my arms, a slender young girl in the full flush of puberty, full of excitement and energy, so bright.

"Yay," I said softly into her hair.

Nina calmed. She looked up at me, her arms still around me. A soft smile emerged, beautiful eyes twinkling. I bent. Our lips touched lightly. Rockets went off.

Nothing in this world could compare to kissing my little girl. It was chaste and not. It was a gentle kiss full of promises and possibilities, full of meaning, of love and excitement. It was a beautiful kiss, intimate, sexual yet sweet. It was perhaps the best kiss a father could experience.

Nina's sigh when the kiss ended made my heart skip. The way she rested her cheek against my chest and whispered, "Mine. You're all mine," made my blood race.

I smiled. "Nope. You've got that wrong," I corrected her.

She looked up at me, confused.

"You're mine. All mine," I said.

Nina smiled broadly and hugged me tight. "Kay. I like that, too."

"When did you know, Daddy?" Nina asked, trying to keep the second set of chopsticks from falling. The first set of chopsticks had sprung from her hand when she'd tried to pick up food and landed on the floor with remarkable artistry, twirling as if tossed in a choreographed movement. Nina's surprised expression had been priceless.

Sitting in the Thai restaurant in a quiet corner, other diners separated from us by trellises of intricate woodwork, and the hustle and bustle of a popular restaurant and low background noise of conversations surrounding us in privacy, I studied Nina. She'd brushed her silky mahogany hair into a ponytail and braided it, a rope falling over her shoulder. She'd put on a green and mustard blouse and tight jeans. In the open neck of her blouse a simple braided gold chain showed. It was the only piece of jewelry on her.

A white and purple Swatch festooned her slender wrist, the strap so loose the watch was turned, the face currently on the inside of her arm.

"When did I know what?"

"That you liked me that way," she said a little shyly.

"When did you know?" I asked with a smile.

She paused and thought for a moment. "I think it was when I was ten, almost eleven."

"And?" I asked to encourage her.

"You first."

"It's simple," I said. "I've loved you all your life. But there was a point where I noticed you were no longer a little girl but a very attractive young lady. I don't think I've ever seen such beauty. You were too pretty; way too hard for me to resist."

"But you did," she shot back at me with a pretend pout. "You found Cathy," she accused.

"I did."

Silence followed, each of us with our own thoughts. I ate some rice and chicken curry and took a sip of Thai beer.

"When was that point?" Nina asked.

"Hmm?"

"You said I changed from a girl into a lady. When was that?"

Memories flooded back. I smiled at them. "Let's see. I saw a little girl become more assured and hold herself like a lady. I saw a little lady walking away from me to her room with just a bath towel loosely wrapped around her and loved how the bottom of her bare bum peeked out at me. It was very cheeky of you," I added with a grin.

"Gawd. That's awful, Daddy."

Grinning, I continued. "I saw a beautiful girl wearing panties and bra standing in my bedroom and instructing me on what we were going to do. It was a Saturday if I remember. You'd decided I needed to see a movie, not you but me. I needed to see one."

Nina laughed. "I remember that. You liked my underwear?"

"Nope. I liked the girl inside it," I replied with a grin. "Your turn."

Nina blushed and bent to eat.

"Come on. Fair's fair. When did you start thinking of me that way?"

"I saw you," she said quietly.

"Saw me what?"

Nina reached for her glass of soda and sipped. She wouldn't look at me. "I saw you naked in the shower," she said.

"So? You've seen me naked lots of times."

"No. You had a . . . you know," she whispered, immediately eating.

"Ah. I did, did I? Did you see anything else?"

"No. But I had daydreams after that and . . . I can't talk about it. Not here."

"Okay." A few bites later I asked, "Nina, are you absolutely sure about . . ."

"YES!" she hissed at me forcefully, cutting me off. "How can you ask, Daddy?" Her eyes showed confusion, genuine confusion.

Reaching across the table I caressed her cheek. She tilted her head pressing her cheek against my hand. "It's just I feel so lucky to have you. I'm having trouble believing. You can't possibly know how much I . . . how much I love you."

"Yes I can," she replied quietly.

The house felt awkward when we entered. It was quiet. I expected Cathy to appear and berate me for being late. It was dark, too, but too early for bed no matter how much I wanted to head there. I'd had a constant partial erection since the kiss earlier today.

"How about we watch some television and have a drink?" I suggested.

"Kay."

Nina's hand was damp in mine. It was small, reminding me of her youth and exciting me. I understood her nervousness. I was just as nervous.

With drinks in hand we sat next to each other in the living room, the television turned on to NCIS Los Angeles. Nina cuddled to my side and rested her hand on my thigh possessively and intimately. My arm lay over her shoulder. Whatever was happening on NCIS I wasn't aware of it. My consciousness was filled with the warmth of my daughter's hand on my leg, her thigh pressed to mine. It was on the glimpse of creamy skin down the neck of her green and mustard blouse and wondering if she had that Victoria's Secret bra on.

My mind was on how beautifully petite she felt next to me. I studied fine baby hair around her hairline and leaned in to smell her, sweetness and beauty.

When she turned her face up and smiled, I smiled back at her and lips touched lightly. It was a sensuous kiss, lingering and sweet, intensely arousing. She stared into my eyes as we kissed, her blue eyes intense. Her hand came up to rest against my cheek. Her eyes closed and she murmured.

Very few kisses have the ability to overwhelm senses. I'd have to go way back to my youth and those first stolen kisses with my first girlfriend if I was to compare. Nina's chaste kiss, so full of words communicated by lips moving against mine, aroused me powerfully. Her sigh when the kiss ended sent chills through me, as if she'd tasted manna from heaven and loved it.

We kissed again, lightly, a lingering kiss and my erection strengthened. With a hand reaching across Nina I pulled at her waist and responding, she rose and straddled my lap, knees to my side.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, brushing a loose tendril of hair behind her dainty ear. She was and it was very easy to tell her, too.

Nina smiled with pleasure, her eyes sparkling. She leaned into me and we kissed again. This time I caressed her back and let my hand fall to rest on her rear. When the kiss ended, Nina sighed and leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder.

"This is nice, Daddy," she whispered.

When she straightened, she looked at me with a strange something in her eyes. I wished I could read her mind. "What are you thinking, Honey?" I asked in a quiet voice.

Her smile was warm and radiant and lit up her pretty face. "That kissing you is much better than I thought. That I might need to do it lots and lots. Maybe forever."

I felt no guilt. I felt no shame. I felt intense desire and love for Nina that threatened to bring tears. I felt like the luckiest man in the world, able to show my little girl how much I adored her.

I smiled. "It's just you and me, Nina. No one else. You can do whatever you want."

"Kay."

The smile of pleasure that emerged on her pretty face made me ache for her. With pressure on the back of her head I drew her mouth to mine. Blue eyes winked out. Her head tilted slightly and soft little lips pressed to mine. A deep shudder shook me when, after touching her lips lightly with my tongue, Nina opened her mouth slightly. Her small tongue brushed against mine.

The sweet sexiness of her kiss slammed into me. It was soft and gentle, exploring and slightly delicate as if it was the first time she'd ever kissed this way. It was thrilling and it had my erection aching. A wave of heat stormed into me. Arousal pulsed. I moaned quietly at the power of my need and, holding my daughter's head, pressed my tongue between her lips.

The response was beautiful. Nina pushed herself into my lap. Both of her hands cupped my face. Her small moist tongue teased mine and she murmured. Her bottom flexed in my hand as she pressed her crotch against me. Unable to resist her sweet sexy arousal, I trailed a hand up her side and around to her chest. She arched her back to give my hand room and I touched her. I touched my little girl.

Through the silk of her blouse, a silk that slipped easily against her, I discovered the perfection of her breast coddled by a thin cotton bra. It was small and sensually shaped and surprisingly resilient to my touch. It was stunningly arousing and had me shaking with its youthful feel. I yearned to see it, kiss it, take it into my mouth and suck gently. Would I be able to get it all in? It felt small enough.

When I caressed the tip of my daughter's breast lightly Nina ended the kiss with a breathy, "Daddy;" sensual music to my ears.

I needed to stop. I needed to relax and calm down. It was astonishing how close I was to cumming just from kissing my little girl and touching her. Wrapping my arm around her I drew her close into a loving hug. She buried her face against my neck, warm breaths wafting against me. Her arms circled my neck in a tight hug. For the next few minutes I drowned in the comfort and excitement of holding Nina, the exciting promise of more hovering over us.

Eventually I asked, "Should we go to bed?"

The pause was lengthy. Her scrutiny was intense. Her eyes looked at my mouth, my chin. They lifted slowly and stared into mine, crystal clear blue, so pretty.

"Well?" I asked quietly. This was the point. This was where reality hit; Nina agreeing to have sex with me.

Nina nodded. She blushed lightly, a trace of pink on her cheeks, and slipped from my lap, standing. Rising, conscious of how I towered over her, I offered my hand. She took it, her hand moist with nervousness despite her bravado. I think it was sinking in; she was going to sleep with her father. Would she have second thoughts?

Leading her out of the living room, switching lights off, my excitement grew with each step. We climbed the stairs slowly, Nina trailing behind me, her damp hand in mine. I led her to the master bedroom and over to the bed, turning, smiling, and bending to kiss her cheek gently.

Without words I drew her down onto the bed, still fully clothed. She snuggled close. My lips touched hers lightly. I rested my hand on her waist. We kissed softly. Nina's hand touched my neck. My hand slipped up her side and my thumb found her small breast. I caressed. She moaned and pressed herself against me, her kiss suddenly more aggressive.

I quite lost myself in the pure pleasure of kissing Nina, of caressing a remarkably petite breast, of feeling her tongue tease mine. It was wonderful.

When I reached for the buttons on her blouse, Nina rolled back slightly to give me room. We kissed as I opened one button after another, each adding to my excitement. When the last one opened I continued down, finding the brass button on her jeans and opening it, too. Her zipper followed. I couldn't remember a sexier sound.

"Let's take these off and get in bed," I suggested.

A flurry of movement ensued. Nina reached down and shoved her jeans off with a kick. She tugged socks off and scrabbled under the covers. I caught a flash of white panties.

Sitting on the side of the bed I shucked jean, socks and shirt before rolling under the covers. A silky blouse was thrown to the floor. Clear blue eyes stared at me, a part smile on her face, shyness evident, hesitancy; Nina unsure of what to do. I resolved her indecision by drawing my little girl into my arms, smiling.

"This feels good," I said.

"Uh-huh," she murmured, pressing herself against me.

I caressed a panty-covered rear, a bare back, and toyed with her bra strap. When my lips sought hers she hugged me, lips pressing, a kiss deepening. Nina rubbed her body against my erection. It was sensual and sexy and exciting and I wanted to feel my little girl. I wanted to touch her, explore a thirteen-year-old.

Rolling her onto her back, I leaned over her and caressed her bra-covered breast, teasing her nipple. She smiled at me.

"You're beautiful, Nina," I whispered, my hand slipping away from her bra and down her slender body, excitement mounting. Suddenly I was desperate to feel her pussy. Her skin was silky soft. I wanted to kiss her navel and kiss her bare skin. I wanted to do so many things it was a bit confusing.

Bending to kiss her, Nina turned her head away from me. She grabbed my hand as it neared her panties, gripping it with both hands to stop me from touching her. A trace of worry entered her eyes.

"I have to tell you something, Daddy," she said softly.

"What is it?"

"Don't be disappointed in me, please."

Now a flicker of worry hit me. "Never, Nina. You know that."

She took a deep breath, her eyes staring at me, watchful, observing my reaction. "I'm not a virgin," she whispered.

The pang of jealousy that hit me was truly shocking in its severity. It rolled through me bringing anger at the boy, whoever he was, regret that my little girl was no longer so little, and worry; had it been good for her? Emotions roiled through me and, through force of will, with Nina watching me intently, I took a deep breath and smiled, the hardest smile I'd had to make in a long time.

"I'll never be disappointed in you, Nina. Can you tell me who he was?"

She smiled slightly. "It wasn't a "he"," she said.

A girl? Nina had been with another girl? "Who was she?" I asked, caressing her stomach, her hands still over mine.

"It wasn't a girl, either." A blush emerged to flush her cheeks. "It was the handle of my hair brush."

The relief I experienced was stupid. It would have been Nina's choice to have sex with someone and I had no say in the matter. Yet I was secretly pleased that I'd be my daughter's first, hymen or not. "I can't believe I'm jealous of a hair brush," I told her with a smile. Bending, I kissed her blush. "Was he good?"

Nina giggled quietly in relief. "He was you, and you hurt me! You're not angry?" she asked.

"That you found ways to feel pleasure? Never."

I kissed her cheek again, then her nose, pausing for us to inhale each other's breath, hers clean and sweet. Eyes locked, I kissed her lips. I saw her eyes melt, softening, relaxing. Her hands pushed mine down her stomach and I finally cupped my daughter's pussy over her panties. Her mons was beautifully prominent, a steep, sexy mound filling my palm. The shape of her labia, so plump, filled her groin, with deep sensual crevasses at either side. I traced a slight depression in her panties, my little girl's cleft curving down deep between her legs. Very, very carefully I squeezed her entire pussy. Absolutely perfect.

Nina moaned into my mouth. Her hands caressed my forearm and she hunched herself up against my hand, pressing her pussy to me with a curl of her hips. I teased her cleft with my middle finger, lightly tracing it up and down and felt no clitoris, her cleft one smooth line.

Nina's tongue touched mine. She turned her head slightly so our mouths could touch fully. Her mouth opened to my probing tongue. She caressed it with her own, her mouth moist and warm. A shudder of arousal coursed through me when, with her hands, she tugged my hand away from between her legs and up to her stomach. She pressed my hand to her tummy and edged it down again, my fingertips slipping under the waist of her panties.

Nina moaned into my mouth, a puff of heavy breath warming my cheek. The tip of my fingers felt the sensual rise of her mons and, suddenly overcome with dizziness, I touched my little girl's pubic hair, strands of pure silk, sparse. It excited me powerfully, my erection swelling and aching; my little girl's pubes! Jesus my erection ached feeling harder than ever.

Breaking the kiss - needing to breath - I nuzzled Nina's neck, inhaling deeply. Her legs parted a bit more and, sliding my hand deeper into her panties, I cupped her pussy again, this time without the hindrance of cotton, skin to skin. It was perfect, a sensual, rounded, full pussy yet small in my hand reminding me of her youth, so sexy.

"How does this feel?" I whispered, my middle finger tracing her cleft down. I touched a trace of silken moisture at the base of her cleft and my cock swelled. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Nina was horny! With the surge in arousal came a deep strong desire to slip her panties off and roll over her, settle between her parted legs, find her moisture and penetrate her, take her, make her mine.

Instead, I took several calming breaths. I was too aroused. This was too exciting.

NINA SHIVERED AT DADDY'S touch. It felt so different than her own touch; more exciting, more arousing, somehow much more intense. She could feel her moisture oozing from her pussy, slippery. She'd never been so wet even when playing with herself. Her pussy ached pleasantly. She yearned for something more, but what she didn't know. When Daddy touched the moisture she shuddered and reached down over her panties, pressing his big hand against her pussy. God she ached.

With her fingers, Daddy's hand inside her panties, she guided him, like this Daddy. She pushed his middle finger and trembled when the tip slipped between her lips. Moving her fingers, she guided Daddy's fingertip up to her clit nestled inside her cleft, so sensitive, pulsing gently. His touch sent another shockwave of pleasure through her. Holding her breath, with her hands she showed Daddy what she wanted, a soft gentle caress. "Yesssss," she sighed, pleasure radiating out, heat rising on her chest, her boobs feeling heavy.

"Like this, Daddy," she murmured, guiding his finger down through her slit to press against the entrance to her vagina. Holding his finger in place she applied pressure and shuddered deeply when it penetrated her, stretching her opening, tingles of pleasure growing. She trembled. Her nipples were sensitive against the cotton of her bra. She wished she could take it off but didn't want to let Daddy's hand go.

His breath against her neck was hot. His kiss below her ear brought more pleasure. When he sucked her earlobe she felt dizzy. Letting his hand go, the ache in her boobs too much, she grasped each and squeezed the ache. She hunched her pussy against his hand. Her moan sounded loud to her ears. Daddy's fingertip slipped deeper into her. He withdrew and slid it up to caress her clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. Yes, just like that, Daddy.

Eyes tightly shut, breath panting, Nina humped against Daddy's finger, movements timed, sensual, so beautiful Daddy. Pressure built inside, the familiar sign of her orgasm, but this time so much better. This time it was Daddy touching her, Daddy loving her, Daddy in bed with her, Daddy, God Daddy!

Nina gasped and climaxed, her body curling, a wave of pleasure radiating out from her clit to her toes. Her clit pulsed, pussy clenched, stomach tightened and another wave slammed into her stealing her breath away, pleasure radiating from her pussy to erupt in her head. She gasped again, body aching from the strain and suddenly her climax let loose. Shaking and trembling, crying out quietly, she grasped Daddy's arm as he caressed her pussy, cumming deeply, cumming Daddy! Cumming!

With a final crash, her orgasm passed leaving her breathless and limp, brow damp, heart racing. His lips kissed her cheek gently, lovingly. She felt his breath and smelled him, all spicy and male, so familiar. A small parting wave of pleasure made her body shake. His caressing hand left her pussy. She felt moist down there. Peace arrived and, with her eyes tightly closed she cried silent tears. She'd dreamed of Daddy touching her for so long, yearned for him so hard, and nothing in her dreams had come close to this. Her love was a physical knot in her chest, uncomfortable, slightly painful.

WHEN I WHISPERED INTO her ear, "Sweetheart?" I was stunned to see the glitter of tears leaking from her closed eyes. "Baby? What's wrong?"

Nina rolled towards me and buried her face into my chest. She mumbled. I caught, "Nothing. Just wait a sec, Daddy."

Waiting was tougher than I'd expected. Had my touching her made her regret? I knew I'd sometimes feel guilt after cumming, especially those times I'd imagined making love to Nina. Was she now ashamed? "Sweetheart," I whispered, tightening my hug.

"Please wait, Daddy."

I waited. It was an eternity before she moved. Beautiful clear blue eyes looked up at me, damp, glistening. A shy smile emerge. My God she was pretty.

"Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to get all emotional and stuff. It's just I've dreamed of you for, like forever, and finally having you touch me and love me was so much better. It sort of overwhelmed me. Sorry."

I smiled with relief. "Don't ever be sorry."

Nina smiled. Her hand caressed my chest and slipped lower between us. I ached with desire. My erection was heavy and straining. When she tentatively caressed it over my boxers I shuddered. Her touch was light, exploring.

"Sweetheart," I whispered, "Be careful. I'm very turned on right now."

"Will you cum if I touch you?" she asked.

It hadn't happened since I was a teen, but I would. "Yes," I answered.

"Kay," she murmured. "I want you to cum, too."

Nina shuffled down slightly. She kissed my chest lovingly and a small hand slipped inside my boxers. Her hand found my damp, straining erection and caressed it gently.

"I've dreamed of touching you like this, Daddy," she whispered. "You're much bigger than I thought," she added, her small hand carefully closing around my shaft. "What do I do?" she asked.

Talking was difficult. I was too close, my heart racing. "Anything you want," I managed.

Nina squeezed my shaft. My eyes crossed. She stroked me from tip to base and back up ending with a sexy squeeze. "Careful," I managed to whisper.

"I love how it feels," she whispered, giving me another stroke. "So big and hard."

"Sweet Jesus," I gasped.

I swelled. Time stopped. Pain.

Release hit me like a hammer blow, cock swelling, semen erupting over my little girls hand in an explosion of bliss. I gasped and exploded again, hot wet cum soaking me from an endless, gut-wrenching spurt. Sweet pleasure washed over me and I hunched, sliding my cock through Nina's fist, spurting, beautiful pleasure. With Nina gripping my shaft, I humped and came, spurting viscous semen all over me, over my stomach, and over my little girl's stroking hand. I hunched and came drowning in intense pleasure until, far too soon, my orgasm passed leaving me limp, panting, heart racing and drained.

Nina squeezed my softening cock gently. "That was a lot more than I expected," she said softly. "Should I get a wash cloth?"

"No. I'll go clean up."

By the time I returned from the bathroom I was breathing normally, yet still flushed with post-orgasmic peace. I was drained and tired. It had been a long day full of angst and excitement. Nina watched me from under the covers. She'd straightened them. Her ponytail had lost its braid, now a thick mahogany tail resting on the pillow. Her blue eyes watched me carefully.

Slipping into bed, I gathered her in my arms. Surprisingly she still had her bra and panties on. I'd put fresh boxers on and, despite wanting to see my little girl naked, I settled for delaying that pleasure, replacing it with the utter joy of cuddling my little girl to me, holding her in my arms, smiling and kissing her succulent lips. Her smile of pleasure was more than enough.

"I had a good day, Honey," I whispered.

Nina snuggled close. "Me, too. Night, Daddy."

Her peal of laughter echoed through the house. It had been so long since I'd heard it. It was her laughter of delight, not humor. It was her response to my groping her jean-clad ass when she stood at the sink to wash breakfast dishes, the frying pan clattering into the sink.

Dancing away from me, blue eyes sparkling with pure joy, I tried to grab her again. She turned and ran, excited laughter filling the hall. My heart ached at her joy.

I started out in pursuit. "You can't hide from me!" I exclaimed loudly.

Waking up with Nina had been a true pleasure. If it hadn't been for a bursting bladder we might have still been in bed. But she claimed she was about to pee the bed and dashed to her bathroom. I also needed to pee, thus both of us ended up dressed and in the kitchen. I wasn't satisfied. I needed a bit of frisky loving from her. Somehow loving my daughter filled me with peace. My first attempt while she was washing dishes had failed.

Moving down the hall I was determined . . . and erect. "I'm coming for you my little sweet," I yelled out. "Prepare to be ravished."

A peal of laughter acted as a guide and I turned down the hall towards the master bedroom. A T-shirt greeted me on the hall floor. Two steps later I found a sock, followed by another. Jeans lay crumpled and for some reason my erection gained strength. A plain white, soft cotton bra with Victoria's Secret printed white on the silky edgings lay on the floor. My heart beat faster.

The door to the bedroom was ajar. Hanging on the doorknob was a pair of sexy white cotton panties, the matching pair, Victoria's Secret printed on the narrow elastic waist. I paused and took her panties, bringing them to my nose. I could smell her sexy scent and man it was intoxicating. Checking the gusset I saw a little damp spot. Jesus I was horny.

The door made no sound when I pushed it open. There she was, dark mahogany hair loose and sprayed out, covers pulled up to her chin, clear blue eyes twinkling at me with glee. I waved her little panties in the air and grinned. She smiled back at me. Her eyes dropped to my groin, the bulge in my jeans very obvious.

When she looked back up her eyes twinkled again. Damn she was beautiful. Her brashness quite surprised me.

"Are you wearing anything?" I asked.

"Nope."

"Good. So you're ready to be ravished," I stated.

Nina giggled. She watched me intently as I undressed. I did it slowly, the Polo tugged over my head and dropped to the floor. Jeans unbuttoned and zipper open, I slowly shoved them down, my feet still bare.

Her eyes watched. Her smile melted away when she studied my tented boxers. This was it. Nina might have felt me and brought me off with her hand, but she hadn't seen my erection. I tugged the boxers down and off, my cock rising to attention.

Amazingly Nina blushed. That caught me off guard. It reminded me of her youth and innocence, something I'd forgotten in the excitement of her kittenish behaviour. She stared at my erection as I moved to the bed and slipped under the covers. On my back I drew her to me. Silky bare skin touched me. She partially rolled against my side, one arm curled up between us, the other resting across my chest. Her knee rested on my thigh.

"You're embarrassed, aren't you?" I asked.

"A bit."

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing."

I used my finger to tip her face up to me, so pretty. "Nina, communication is the single most important part of a relationship. If you don't tell me what you like or how you're feeling, how will I know what to do? If I don't tell you what turns me on, how will you know? If we're to be lovers, you have to promise not to clam up no matter how embarrassed you feel. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Nina nodded. "I think so. Tell me something embarrassing," she said.

I smiled. "To you or to me?"

She laughed lightly. "To you, dope."

It was a good sign. When Nina would feel possessive and loving she always called me a dope. I couldn't remember why it started, but it was one of her loving gestures.

"Okay then. Something embarrassing to me. Let's see, so many to choose from. Ah. Well after you paraded around with just a towel wrapped around you and flashed your sexy little buttocks at me I got so horny I ended up relieving the tension pretending it was you caressing me, if you get my drift. Just like last night," I added.

"You masturbated."

"Yes. It was very, very pleasurable. Your turn. Tell me something embarrassing."

For a moment I thought she wouldn't.

"Mine was really naughty. After I started dreaming of you and me, I looked at dirty pictures on the Internet and imagined it was you and me doing stuff."

"That's not embarrassing," I said. "Lots of people use pictures to stimulate their imagination and fantasies."

In a lower voice, she said, "It was the really dirty ones, Daddy."

"Can you give me an example?"

Her blush grew. She looked away. I tilted her face back up to me and smiled. "Come on. Tell me."

"It was the ones where the guy was . . . was doing it in her bum, and the ones where the girl was taking him in her mouth, and the ones where he was cumming on her tongue; the dirty ones."

Despite the massive erection I was now sporting, I needed to clear some things up with Nina. "Sweetheart, if those things are being done between people who love and respect each other there's nothing dirty about them."

"There isn't?"

"Lordy, no. Sex isn't dirty unless you're debasing or abusing your partner."

"Oh."

A few moments of silence ensued as Nina absorbed my comments. She turned her face up to me, smiled and blew my mind.

"So you'd do those things with me if I want? Am I naughty for thinking about them?"

It was a gift from God. It must have been. A thirteen-year-old daughter wanting to explore all sorts of adventurous sex with her father? I grinned rather stupidly. I couldn't remember having a female express such sexy desires.

"Yes you're beautifully naughty. We'll do every last one. I promise. And as many times as you want, whenever you want, any day, any time, rain or shine, wherever . . ."

Nina giggled and slapped my chest lightly. "Dope."

Her smile faded when I rolled towards her, my hand finding her naked bum and caressing gently. I explored the shape of a youthful buttock, desire rising. Nina pressed her body to my erection, her hand on my waist pulling me to her. We kissed gently, just lips. Her eyes closed and our kiss intensified. Lips parted, tongues teased. She moaned when I sucked her little tongue and hooked her leg over my thigh.

She started undulating against me, her soft tummy caressing my erection. Precum released making the crown slide deliciously against her. She felt it and moaned.

My fingertips traced her butt crack down between her legs and found silky, slippery arousal. I'd never tire of feeling my daughter's moisture. It was such an intensely sexy experience. It did something to me. Knowing my little girl was horny, and horny for me, excited me no end.

Nina's hand on my hip started tugging insistently, her breath hot through her nose. The kiss ended, a hot sensual kiss.

"On top, Daddy," she urged, her knee worming under my legs, her other leg tugging at my thigh, her hand pulling.

"But there's so much still . . ."

"Now, Daddy. I'm ready now."

Moving carefully, I rolled on top of her. Nina's legs, bent at the knees, cradled me. I rose up on straight arms. Unbelievably I still hadn't seen my daughter naked and I wanted to. I wanted to see what a thirteen-year-old body looked like. Would it live up to my imagination?

Looking down, I gasped. "Jesus you're beautiful," I whispered in awe.

She was. Slender and willowy, her petite breasts were gentle mounds on her chest. Small beaded nipples were centered in dark pink areolae, puckered lightly from arousal. I could see each of her ribs and the dip of her tummy below her diaphragm. Her slender body seemed even more delicate when on her back. Narrow hips bones rose sharply at each side, her stomach gently curved below her navel.

If anything her slimness made the sharp prominence of her pussy even bigger. It was a succulent triangular mound erotically dusted with a sprinkle of glossy, silky, dark mahogany pubic hairs. My heart raced. I'd never seen such a beautiful pussy. Each pubic hair appeared to be aligned in an array pointing to her cleft and accentuating the plumpness, the ripeness of her mons.

With slender thighs parted, Nina's cleft had partly opened revealing a long clitoral hood, the upturned bump of her small clitoris and below, the breathtaking sight of moist pinkness, a tiny dark opening at the confluence of her sexy labia.

Precum dripping from my crown drew my attention to the stunning difference in size. Nina's pussy was so small, her entrance tiny. My cock was thick, made bigger by the comparison. It both scared and thrilled me. I couldn't even imagine how tight she'd be. In fact, studying her tiny entrance, I couldn't see how she could possibly take me.

"Nina," I whispered heatedly, "I think you might be a bit too small." My erection bobbed, clear precum leaking.

"Can we try?" she asked.

"God yes. But it might hurt."

"Will you stop if I ask?"

Glancing away from the erotic view of her pussy, my blood pounding with need, I looked into her eyes. "You know I will."

"Kay."

Nina reached up for me, smiling at me. As if she was made of bone china, I lowered myself onto her small body. She wrapped her arms around me and sighed into my ear.

"I like your weight, Daddy."

She felt so beautifully small and delicate lying underneath me, young, so sexy. Holding as much weight off her as I could, trembling slightly with the excitement of making love with my little girl, I reached down and held my erection, spreading precum on the crown. Edging up, I inhaled softly when the tip touched Nina's pussy. I wanted to see but I wanted to lie on her like this more strongly.

I couldn't feel the silky soft pubic hair that dusted her labia, but I did feel her labia part slightly when I swiped my tip up and down, snapping across her pubic bone on the upward movement, catching on her perineum on the downward swipe. Precum made her cleft silky slippery. Each pass over her clit brought a slight tremor in her body, a clutch of her arms around me. God I was hard.

I used my crown to caress, to build her arousal, hoping it might smother any discomfort when I penetrated her. I'd hoped to maybe even bring her to a soft climax before penetration. But it wasn't to be.

Nina whispered, "Stop teasing, Daddy."

Rising up on an elbow, I looked down at her, her blue eyes looking at me full of need. With mounting excitement I lodged my cock at her cleft, bent and kissed her lips lightly, lovingly, before sucking her lower lip. At the same time I pressed forward.

Mother of God! Nina's pussy yielded in a slippery, moist warm embrace, her labia caressing my crown. With gentle pressure she opened to me and my crown was gripped tightly by her vagina. I swelled as arousal slammed into me. It took a Herculean effort to not thrust hard, the desire to bury myself in her was so damned strong.

"How does that feel?" I asked softly, my cock flexing.

"It didn't hurt much. Just a twinge. But you feel huge, Daddy." Nina's eyes lost focus. She clenched experimentally and expelled me.

I moaned and pressed back in, drowning in the sensation of slowly penetrating her little pussy again. Nina smiled and clenched, expelling me again, deliberately. Then she giggled.

"Jesus, Nina. Stop. You're driving me nuts," I moaned.

Her smile softened, eyes full of pleasure and love. "Kay," she agreed.

I wasn't going to survive!

Pressing again, my crown oozed into her, tight, moist, slippery. I paused waiting to see if she'd clench again. She didn't. Nina did something far, far better. Slender legs hooked over my thighs. She reached up to hold my shoulders, her eyes watching me. Her legs tightened. She curled her pelvis up.

Staring into my eyes, my little girl slid me deep into her in one smooth, mind-blowing move, the tight warm sheath of her vagina swallowing me. Her labia kissed my groin. I moaned rather loudly.

Nina smiled. "You're all the way in, Daddy," she whispered.

I was. Jesus I was. The tip of my erection pressed against her end. Her vagina wrapped my shaft in a snug grip. Her labia pressed to me. I was in all the way and I'd never felt anything better.

Kissing her lightly, I lowered myself back onto her. God I loved the feel of lying on her, penetrating her. Lodged deep, I caressed her small breast, rubbing her nipple, tracing the remarkable shape of a firm pubescent breast. Nina murmured and slipped her arms around my neck.

"This feels good, Daddy," she whispered. "I could stay like this forever."

"You feel wonderful, Nina. Just wonderful," I said, finally withdrawing, an agonizingly pleasurable experience. Nina's vagina gripped my shaft unwilling to let me go.

She moaned her loss and curled her pussy up, sinking me deep, all the way. I withdrew slowly, exquisite pleasure. She moaned and curled her pussy up taking me deep again. A rhythm emerged. Gently, slowly, we fucked, out, in, pause, out, in, pause. This was paradise.

The sensation of finally making love to Nina was overwhelming. I couldn't get over how exquisite it felt to have my entire erection squeezed inside her. Adding the dizzyingly erotic sensation of her small body under me, of actually having sex with her, and I was already close enough that control was slipping, urges becoming imperative.

"I can't last much longer, Nina," I whispered, withdrawing and thrusting into her tight clenching pussy, stretching her again. "I just can't. You feel too good."

"S'okay, Daddy. I'm close, too," she whispered, tightening her pussy on my cock, her legs curling around my thighs tugging at me, her pelvis rising.

I thrust and sank deep, fully, the tip nudging to her end, pure heaven. Pausing, buried fully, I flexed my cock. Nina moaned and clutched at me. Without withdrawing, buried in heaven, reaching underneath her to grip a sexy little buttock and holding her firmly against me, I started moving in small circles, rubbing my groin against her clitoris. She clenched again, squeezing my erection deliciously.

The movement was slow and sensual, yet thrilling, my crown massaged. It felt like I was huge inside her, her pussy tight and moist and warm. Nina murmured as I moved in circles, her legs twitching. I swelled even more, Nina so tight.

And then I experienced a miracle. I actually felt my daughter start her climax and I adored it.

She held her breath, grunted and shook. Breath exploded. She gasped, "Oh God, Daddy!"

Her little vagina clenched. My cock swelled. Withdrawing quickly, I thrust into my little girl hard, semen burning up. "Nina!" I gasped and exploded, cum erupting in a burst of bliss.

"Daddy!" Nina gasped again humping up at me desperately, her small buttock flexing in my hand.

I withdrew and thrust, her whole body moving from the force. My cock ached, swelled, I grunted and came hard, an endless, painful explosion, semen erupting into my little darling. The confused raging storm of my orgasm took control. Hugging my little girl tight, gripping her buttock, I fucked and exploded, cumming inside her, I fucked and came flooding her with semen, delirious with pure ecstasy. I fucked my daughter deep, hard, cumming, cumming until only aching blanks were fired, my body jerking, feet cramping.

Sweet release arrived, the passing of my climax, my body released from its agony. We stilled, Nina's pussy gently clenching at my softening erection. Her breath panted hot against my neck. Languid peace arrived, muscles warm and relaxed. Nina's legs fell to the bed, her arms slipping from my neck.

God she felt so good underneath me. I could have easily fallen asleep but I knew, as my body sagged, I was too heavy for her. Reluctantly I pulled my partial erection from her wet clasp and moved to her side, gathering her limp body in my arms. She snuggled and murmured something.

It was like I was a teenager again. Through the day I'd get an erection every time I looked at Nina. She just glowed with happiness, more than I could remember seeing in her. She floated and smiled and laughed and paused every so often to hug me tightly with an, "I love you, Daddy."

I couldn't remember being so happy. In my mind an endless loop played telling me, "You made love with that gorgeous girl." In my daughter's sweet excited love I found beauty and peace and intense desire. Even a bitter phone call from Cathy couldn't ruin my mood.

Over dinner, delivered pizza, eating in front of the television with Nina tight to my side, I asked her what she'd like to try next.

"Horseback riding," she threw at me.

Pausing, mouth about to bite a slice, I looked at her. She had a shit-eating grin on her tomato sauce-smeared face.

"Very funny," I said. "Are you too sore?"

"Nope. Not really. It's more like an ache. Like I get with periods."

It hung in the air. My heart raced. Panic flashed into me. Holy shit!

"You're not on the pill, are you?"

"No."

"Damn. Remind me to get you the morning after pill."

"Kay. But why? I don't mind if I get pregnant."

"Well I do. You're way too young and it's too dangerous for me to get you pregnant."

"You sure?"

"Yes and yes!"

NINA SLIPPED HER HAND under the shower testing the temperature. This was the first time she was taking a shower in Daddy's bathroom and to her it was so significant. Nina smiled secretly. She'd replaced Cathy in Daddy's bed!

She adjusted the temperature, warming it a bit. Pausing, she looked at her naked reflection. She looked different. She'd changed. How? Turning slightly from side to side she studied her small breasts, narrow body, bony hips. Turning further she looked at her ass. It all looked the same. So what was it?

When she saw her face she understood. That smile was full of pride and happiness. In her eyes she could see the truth she so cherished; she was Daddy's lover! A spurt of excitement washed over her making her nipples tingle. Her hands covered her boobs for a moment. She liked the way Daddy caressed them.

Nina, still smiling, stepped into the shower and tilted her head back to soak her hair. She reached for the shampoo and washed by rote. Her mind went over everything that had happened yesterday, every expression in his beautiful pale gray eyes, every word, every kiss, touch, his murmurs and the wonder in his voice when he made love to her, his almost uncontrollable urgency when he came in her. She loved that she could turn Daddy on so much.

Washing her pussy she winced at the soreness, a beautiful soreness; Daddy's fault.

She'd read that sex was wonderful and she'd experienced climaxes when masturbating, but nothing had explained how mind-blowing sex was with someone you loved, nor how the ecstasy she'd experienced was almost painful it had been so strong. One thing she knew, though. Sex with Daddy was so good she wanted tons more.

She remembered last night, Daddy behind her holding her hips, her on her hands and knees. He'd gone so deep she'd actually felt a spike of pain and, horny and aroused, the pain had actually felt good, really good. She wondered if she should tell him she liked it.

As she washed her pussy carefully a spark of arousal came back despite the soreness. When Daddy had reached under her and rubbed her clit, his erection stretching her, thumping into her, her orgasm had been so all-consuming she'd felt like she'd peed, stars bursting in her head. Daddy had been heavy when he'd collapsed on her forcing her flat on the bed, but she liked his weight a lot. She loved his pleasure and loved giving him pleasure.

A stab of horniness hit her. She wanted Daddy again. It was like an addiction, everything she'd dreamed. Yup, needed much, much more. In fact, Daddy was still in bed. She could wake him up and . . .

"Daddy," she whispered, kneeling at his side. "Wake up, Daddy. I'm horny." With a sneaky smile she reached out and started tugging the sheet down, his lightly dusted chest hair appearing, flat stomach, navel. Slowing, she edged the sheet down and dark, almost black pubic hair appeared. She trembled.

NINA'S WHISPER WOKE ME. Cracking my eyes open I watched her tugging the sheet down. What had my blood pulsing was seeing my thirteen-year-old kneeling naked at my side, her sensual bottom, slender body and those incredible little breasts sitting so proudly on her chest. I wanted to reach out and fondle them but curiosity at what she was doing was stronger. I didn't move.

When the sheet only covered my groin, she stopped. Nina ran her fingers lightly through my chest hair giving me shivers. Her fingertips traced the hair down to my navel and continued along the line that led to my pubes. My penis stirred, the first onset of thickness, blood flowing.

She was concentrating so hard she didn't see me open my eyes. She was riveted on my groin. As if teasing herself she slipped her hand under the sheet. Fingers felt my pubic hair, the beginning of my shaft, and slipped down to cup my thickening penis. It reacted, elongating, stiffening. Her fingers curled around the shaft and squeezed, inquisitive, testing. Damn it was arousing.

I couldn't stop myself. Reaching out I caressed her thigh. She glanced at me, startled. A smile emerged, a beautiful, breathtaking smile full of love and mischief. Pretty eyes sparkled with energy and impishness.

"Finally, you're awake," she said. "I'm horny. Are you?"

Flexing my cock, she laughed. "Silly question," she said with a grin. "Wanna do it again?"

"Morning sex? Sure. It's one of my favorite things."

Nina smiled and tugged the sheet down to my knees. My cock sprang up. "Remind me to ask you what your other favorite things are."

Reaching for her sexy little breast, she brushed my hand away.

"Don't. Not yet. I want to try this hands-free."

"Try what hands-free?" I asked, intrigued, and as long as it involved sex with my daughter I had no intention of complaining.

"Just wait."

"Can't I at least caress those lovely boobs?"

Nina grinned, pleasure shining from her eyes. "Not yet," she replied, rising and swinging one knee over me.

I was distracted by her pussy. I couldn't get over how that slight dusting of shiny mahogany pubic hair made her pussy so sexy. That hint of maturity, the promise and risk of fertility contrasting with her still-young, girlish body made Nina more appealing than anything I'd known before. Her enthusiasm for sex was hard to believe and I was the recipient! Had I died and gone to heaven?

Her short cleft flowered open when she straddled me. My erection lifted up off my stomach in an appreciative response. Plump labia protected her clitoris. My little girl's cleft glistened slightly, moist light pink inside. Her hands settled on my hips. Her succulent little pussy settled on my shaft. Labia pooched out. I throbbed and reached for perky little breasts only to have my hand brushed away.

"No hands, Daddy."

"But . . ."

"No hands! Just wait."

Unable to grope to my heart's delight, I observed. Nina's shower-damp ponytail hung down, a darker brown when wet. Gorgeous little breasts rode high, topped with mouth-watering areolae and little nipples. I still hadn't sucked one of those lovelies.

Her head was bowed, her concentration focused on her pussy and my erection. She trembled when she slid her cleft up my shaft, paused and wiggled it on my crown. God help me it felt good.

Moving her hands up to my shoulders, she leaned forward, smiling at me. I took the opportunity to lift my head and kiss a pearly little nipple.

"Hey!" she protested.

"No hands," I pointed out with a grin, rather pleased with the loophole I'd discovered. She moved her little cleft in circles, massaging my crown. We suddenly became very, very slippery, precum-slippery. I raised my head again and locked my lips around her petite breast. When it felt like it might slip from my mouth I sucked. Nina moaned and stopped moving her pussy.

I smiled and sucked some more. Nina lowered herself slightly, her body trembling. With boyish enthusiasm I chewed gently. Nina gasped and pulled up.

"Wow! Like, wow!" she exclaimed.

No kidding, wow. Her left areola was swollen and slightly raised. Very nice. "Let me do the other one," I suggested.

Bright blue eyes twinkled. She grinned. "Kay."

When she lowered her chest again I latched on to the twin with enthusiasm, my erection straining, leaking. Nina murmured and pressed her pussy to the edge of my crown. While I quite lost myself in sucking my daughter's petite breast, she occupied herself by resuming her little circles.

Somehow, through a combination of her tilting her pelvis and my erection straining up off my stomach, I was suddenly poised to penetrate her, hands-free. My erection felt like it was ready to split it was so hard.

Nina moaned and wiggled her butt, easing back against me. Her cleft stretched. The moist entrance to her vagina pressed to my tip. I let her breast go, my head falling back to the pillow.

"Jesus, Nina," I groaned.

"I know!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm.

And, with small circles and thrusts, my little girl worked herself onto my erection, her snug pussy gradually taking more and more of me until she was seated on me, my entire cock held in her vise-like grip and throbbing with excitement.

"See?" she whispered. "Hands-free. Fun, huh?"

"Can I hold your hips at least?" I asked with a plaintive edge to my voice.

"Not yet. I'm not finished."

"You're not finished? You keep squeezing me like that and I'll almost be finished," I claimed.

Nina giggled. Her pussy tightened with each giggle; exquisite and achingly arousing.

Crab-walking her hands back to my hips, Nina sat upright, impaled on my erection, small buttock pressed to my thighs. I looked at her pussy pooched out against my pubic hair and tried to estimate just how deep I was penetrating her. Two, maybe three inches below her belly button. Fuck!

"What now?" I asked, my hands twitching with a need to grasp or hold something, preferably my daughter.

Nina inhaled deeply. She exhaled and smiled at me. Man she was gorgeous, a naked, sexy nymphet; my wet dream.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Ready for what, exactly?"

"I got this idea from the first time, yesterday morning. It felt so good."

"What did?"

"This," she said.

Knees to my side, my erection absolutely buried in her, held exquisitely tightly, Nina moved her bum very slightly. The effect was astonishing. Somehow she'd just rubbed my crown! How? She did it again. Holy cow!

"How are you doing that?" I asked.

"Nice, huh?" she grinned. She did it again.

Her vagina tickled my crown sensuously. My erection strained, aching with need.

"Wow, Daddy. I felt that right here," she announced, pointing to below her navel.

"Jesus Christ, Nina," I exclaimed.

"What?" Bright blue eyes studied me. She smiled. "Are you in pain?"

"I will be soon," I claimed.

Nina moved her bum again caressing my crown. It was such a unique feeling to have just the tip massaged. She started moving slowly, sensuously, continuously, driving me damned nuts. The she added a little clench, like a grip and release of her vagina. It was like she was milking me. My heart raced. My erection ached. It was teasingly erotic, enough stimulation to arouse, not quite enough to bring me off; both agonizing and sexy.

I tried to let her do her thing. I wanted to see what she'd do and watch her climax. I really did. But the straining urge for release built to the point where it became too imperative. Every time I tried to hold her little hips to lift her and pull her down, she brushed my hands away and smiled with pleasure at my agony.

"Sweetheart," I warned. "If you don't let me hold you I will not be responsible for what happens."

Nina moved slowly, her pussy caressing me. She looked at me, eyes heated and shining with pride. "Like what? What will happen, Daddy? Don't you like what I'm doing?" The glint in her eyes gave her away; my daughter was teasing me!

I was in agony. I'd reached the point where I needed to cum, that blue balls point. Reaching for her, I yanked her down onto me. She giggled, her pussy clenching. Holding her body with one arm and gripping a sexy bum with my hand, I started fucking her. Nina literally bounced on me, laughing. I fucked her harder, my erection thumping into her. She giggled, a sweet music in my ear.

I was so gone that, when my finger found her little asshole, I pressed, the tip penetrating her bum. Nina gasped loudly followed by a grunt, her body tightening. Like I'd flipped a switch, she started humping me, grunting out her pleasure. Just as I felt my orgasm arrive, Nina gasped and shoved herself down on my cock hard. She cried out with a little whimper and climaxed on top of me. I joined her, swelling and exploding in a painful release, semen spurting painfully. Nina bounced, my cock spurting cum into her with each down thrust of her pussy. I hugged her tight and came, exploding, her sweet gasps in my ear, my little girl climaxing, filling her, filling her, cumming in my darling.

I loved sex with Nina. It was uninhibited, beautifully free-spirited. She saw nothing but joy in our relationship and I loved her even more because of it. There was no artifice, no ulterior motives, no manipulation or pretense. Nina loved sex; it was new, a novelty. She was enthusiastic, too, much to my delight. We'd survived the first weekend and, after getting her the morning after pill, I had her see a gynecologist. With an Intra Uterine Device inserted she didn't need to worry about remembering to take the Pill and I didn't need to worry about the Pill's hormonal side effects on her still maturing body.

But it was the following weekend when I discovered how spontaneous and adventurous and delectably naughty she could really be and it added a whole new level to our fun.

"Daddy, hold up," Nina called out.

With the shopping cart partially full, I stopped perusing the breakfast cereals aisle and turned to my daughter. She walked towards me with a naughty little smile on her pretty face, eyes sparkling with excitement and hands behind her back. With her arms back it showcased her small, perky boobs, especially with the pale yellow halter top she had on. It was starkly obvious she had no bra on and, from the way her little breasts hardly moved, so amazingly firm, she didn't need one either. A memory of how they felt in my mouth brought on an immediate response; my lower brain woke up.

Tight jeans stuck to her like a second skin. I truly appreciated them. They were a marvel of modern couture; snug enough in the crotch to hug a small pubis and, with an array of carefully constructed horizontal wrinkles in the material, draw attention to not only the prominence of a teenage mons but successfully define a cleft by pressing denim between young labia. When she walked away from me the genius of their design was shown in how denim hugged a perfect little teardrop ass, outlining the sensual shape of young buttocks and hinting at the sensual crease where they met thighs. Watching my young girl's ass as she walked away from me in tight jeans ranked as one of my all-time favorite pastimes. Knowing I'd be allowed to grope those globes of pleasure added to the thrill of ogling.

"Look what I found!" Nina exclaimed in a low but excited voice, her face all lit up.

Looking around to make sure no one was around she moved close, invading my personal space. Her pretty face turned up to me. She opened her hands. "See?"

Glancing down, resting in her palm was a box of personal lubricant. The name, Astroglide, was suggestive enough, but what Nina whispered next had me stupid in no time flat.

"Remember the pictures I saw on the Internet? You remember, don't 'cha?" Her voice lowered to a whisper. "The guy doing it in her butt?"

My heart tripped, blood raced. Damn!

Blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "Wanna try?"

Half an hour later I hauled Nina up the stairs by her hand. She was laughing at me! I wasn't amused and I was as horny as hell. She'd grinned at me when I'd thrown the box of Astroglide in the cart and checked around to see if anyone had noticed it was my thirteen year old daughter that had picked it off the shelf. Nina had laughed and swished her sexy little ass at me as she walked away, glancing over her shoulder at me with a grin and a twitch. She'd embarrassed me at the checkout up by picking up the Astroglide and, before putting it on the conveyor, asking in a way-too-loud voice, "What's this for, Daddy?"

On the drive home she'd calmly sat in the passenger seat, partly turned towards me with one leg up under her and asked, "What 'cha thinking about, Daddy?" while innocently twirling her ponytail around her fingers, and, "How come you're speeding? Isn't this dangerous?"

Entering the bedroom, Nina took a flying leap onto the bed, lying back, arms up under her head. She smiled at me.

"What 'cha doing, Daddy?" she asked suddenly, all innocent and sweetness.

"Get undressed," I ordered her, unbuttoning my shirt.

"Nope."

"Get naked," I instructed again, tossing my shirt onto the armchair.

"Nope. All you want to do is ravish me," Nina said with a grin.

"You're damned right I do," I replied, unbuttoning my jeans. "Get naked."

"Nope. You have dirty ideas."

I laughed. "damned right I do. Go on. Strip."

"Nope. I don't trust you. You might hurt me."

Shoving jeans down, erection tenting the boxers, I kicked off my sneakers. "I won't hurt you. Promise," I said, kicking the jeans off. "Now remove those clothes."

"Nope. Have you even seen the size of that thing in your boxers?" she asked, eyes twinkling at me. "You want to put it where it doesn't belong!"

"I do and I will," I said with a grin. "If you don't get naked for me I'll be forced to strip you," I threatened, tugging at a sock and hopping on my other foot.

"You wouldn't dare. That's abuse, Daddy," she said with a peal of laughter.

Her laugh turned into a scream when I dived onto the bed. But wrestling quickly died away and soft murmurs emerged, and cuddles and sucking on a sexy lower lip. I loved how Nina teased me but adored the pleasure she got from doing it even more.

However, I could tease too. I'd had many more years of experience. Snuggled and kissing and moving against each other I happily caressed her lovely little breast over her halter top, a light touch brushing her tip. Man she had sexy little boobs.

Giving my hand some room, my knee pressed between her legs, I reached down and gently caressed her crotch, rubbing her jeans hard enough to provide sensation but not enough to stimulate; a perfect tease. Nina began moaning into my mouth. Her palms pulled my face. Her breath wafted warm against me.

When she nibbled my upper lip I almost caved. When she undulated against me trying to press her crotch to my hand I eased off just enough. She wriggled and murmured and made all these sexy sounds, breath rate increasing. Her leg caressed my thigh.

Then she reached down to press my hand against her pussy and I relisted slightly. Suddenly Nina pulled back. She began fumbling at the button of her jeans.

"Help, Daddy," she urged, lowering her zipper.

When I failed to remove my knee from between her legs or help she rolled onto her back, face flushed, and shoved her jeans down, legs kicking hard to shuck them. I did nothing to help. Ogling her lacy little white panties was far more enjoyable. Her little pubis moved in such delectable ways as legs kicked, a small camel toe forming.

Even with her struggles, her small breasts remained determinably firm, jiggling only slightly. She grasped her halter top at the bottom and, arching her back, pulled it up exposing sexy breasts. Leaning in, I kissed the tip of one. She froze with the halter covering her face. I opened my mouth and sucked in almost all of her boob, my tongue teasing her areola and nipple. Nina moaned. I was quite pleased with myself.

When I nipped her areola she reacted, suddenly shucking her top. Nina was flushed, her eyes intense, face serious. Panties were shoved down and flicked off her foot to fly through the air. She paused, looked at my smile and grinned.

"Ready," she stated.

"Good."

Nina rolled and reached behind her, her hand fumbling about on the bedside table. She grabbed and, with a grin, waved the box of Astroglide at me. "Ta da! Where do we start?"

Damn, I just adored her.

Taking the box and opening it, I suggested she roll onto her front. She did, arms crossed under her face, eyes watching me, a small smile on her lips. The safety seal caused some problems which gnawing resolved. Nina giggled and wiggled her sexy bum at me.

My poor heart flipped. Nina's ass was world class, easily the most beautiful, sexiest ass I'd ever set eyes on. Rising, my erection waving around, I straddled her legs. The full magnificence of her ass was revealed. A perfect pear swelled sensuously up from her lower back, buttocks forming a deep valley, swelling at the sides before merging with slender thighs. Exposed in the natural gap at her crotch formed by sexy buttocks and thighs was the sweetest sight; Nina's little pussy. Sensual labia lightly dusted with glossy pubic hairs formed a tight cleft that blended into her butt crack. I couldn't resist.

Shuffling down, I bent and kissed a buttock. It was cool, firm, silky; perfect. I kissed the other.

"Just gorgeous," I murmured, kissing my way up her back, pausing at her shoulder blades. Sitting upright I fondled succulent buttocks, smooth buttocks, young buttocks. Holding my breath, I pried them apart.

There. Sweet Jesus, there. Nina's small anus appeared, tightly closed. Below, her cleft peeled open revealing glistening pinkness and the tip of her clit. My hands shook with excitement. I loved anal sex and the prospect of anal sex with someone as young as Nina was thrilling. Her small bum made it so much more arousing.

I must have lost time.

"Daddy?" Nina said giving her sexy bottom a wiggle.

"Sorry," I apologized, reaching for the Astroglide. Before applying it, I succumbed to another desire. Reaching under her hips, I encouraged her to curl her bum up. "Hold that position," I instructed.

Bending, I kissed the top of Nina's butt crack. I worked lower and lower, holding her small buttocks apart, kissing, cock aching. Nina moaned quietly when I kissed her anus. She did it again when I kissed her cleft and probed her moist interior with my tongue. It was my first taste of my daughter's pussy and Lord it was good, the nectar of the Gods. I sucked gently and probed the tiny opening to her vagina, still amazed she could stretch enough to take me.

With the pad of my finger I touched her clit, pressing, not rubbing. Nina reacted. She moaned. Her buttocks tightened and she curled her pussy up even more seeking stimulation. My little girl was very wet, very horny.

It was time.

"Cold!" she exclaimed, her buttocks clenching suddenly.

Drizzling Astroglide into her butt crack, I smiled. Setting the bottle aside I began the massage, caressing sweet buttocks, trailing my thumbs through her valley, pausing every time I passed over her anus.

"That feels good, Daddy," she murmured.

"I adore your ass, Nina. The sexiest in the world," I whispered. Every time my thumb passed over her anus I paused and pressed, each time pausing longer, pressing harder.

It happened suddenly with Nina gasping. Her anus yielded and my thumb eased into her up to the first knuckle.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"It's huge. What did you put in me?"

I smiled. "My thumb."

"Really. That's your thumb?"

"Uh-huh. Want me to stop?"

"No way. I like it."

This part took time. There could be no rushing. Probing her tight ass, I used my other hand to caress her clit. Nina relaxed. She started moaning quietly. Her buttocks flexed gently as she joined in, fucking my thumb, pressing it deeper.

"Daddy," she groaned when my middle finger slipped into her vagina. I now had two fingers in her. She trembled, moving slowly, fucking my fingers. She moaned again, a deep sound, her bum relaxing around my thumb. She was ready.

Withdrawing from her brought a complaint. I smiled and reached under her hips.

"Up," I whispered.

Nina's butt changed shape as she rose onto knees and hands, a miracle of the young female body. It rounded sensually and gave her a waist. Her buttocks parted slightly and, best of all, her pussy seemed to ooze out between her thighs. A moist cleft almost had me changing my mind.

With my knees placed outside hers, forcing her to keep them closed, I moved up, one hand spreading Astroglide on my thick erection. Size differences came into sharp focus; Nina's small bottom, my large erection.

"Ready?" I asked.

Nina glanced over her shoulder at me. She looked at my erection. She looked at her own bum and then up into my eyes. Her smile was a bit weak but she nodded. When my tip nestled between her buttocks, her head fell.

Holding her hip and my shaft, I pressed, her little buttocks bulging around my crown. Her anus refused to yield. It had closed tight. I pressed again, gripping my slippery shaft. Nina inhaled sharply and her bum relaxed, my crown oozing into her, the tight ring of her anus gripping my shaft. Damn she was tight.

The sight was outrageously sexy. An adult erection penetrating such a young girl was stupendously arousing. My cock throbbed. Resisting the urge to thrust was difficult.

"How does it feel, Nina?"

"Huge. Are you all the way in?"

"No. Should I stop?"

"Not yet. Try to go a bit deeper."

"Okay. Hold on a sec." I reached up and gathered four pillows, piling them under her hips for support. I was so damned rigid I didn't need to hold my erection. Gripping her narrow hips, I started fucking Nina's butt using small movements, slow movements, in, out, her anus almost inverting she was so tight. Progress was gradual and stunningly arousing. I worked my way deeper, ever deeper until Nina's cool buttocks flattened against my groin. I was in, completely, totally in.

Pausing, cock swelling with need, I asked, "How does it feel now?"

"Are you all in?" Nina asked.

"Yup. All the way."

"Kay."

I wanted to take my time and try to give Nina as much pleasure as possible, but that first withdrawal from her tight bum, seeing my long shaft emerge between small buttocks and then disappear as I thrust in, her bum flattening against my groin, was too erotic. It was too sexy, too arousing. My little girl felt way too good.

I couldn't stop myself from gripping her narrow hips and tugging her back onto me. I couldn't stop myself from withdrawing almost all the way and sliding back in, penetrating her deeply. I couldn't help myself imagining just how far I'd penetrated her young body, nor the intense urge to fuck, rut, thrust. It was so selfish of me but I was too far gone. I loved anal sex.

Nina's body jerked with each hard thrust. She collapsed onto her shoulders, her body held up by the pillows. Fucking her bum I saw her reach underneath; she was rubbing her pussy.

I wanted to last. I wanted us to come together, but when I thrust hard and she grunted, her sweet buttocks clenching around my shaft, I lost it. I couldn't hold back. Gripping her hips I shoved, buried myself in her rear, grunted loudly, swelled and came, semen spurting into her bowels in glorious, exquisite release. Gasping, I thrust again, aching, swelling, exploding, hot cum flooding her bum. I heaved, fucked, spurted, ecstasy stealing my breath, cumming in her sweet little bum, tugging, thrusting, cumming, cumming, Jesus cumming Nina!

It was a devastating orgasm that, in passing, left me gasping and dizzy and sweaty and drained. In slow motion I laid down over Nina, my cock still engorged and gripped inside her tight bum, her sweet little buttocks in my groin. I was exhausted, sated and could have fallen asleep very easily.

Nina's hair had come loose from her ponytail. Lying on her, I pulled the hair away from her face and neck, nuzzled her and nibbled an earlobe. She giggled softly, tilting her head to stop me.

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. But, next time I'd like to try something in my bum and my pussy at the same time. It felt so good when you did it with your fingers. Is that too naughty?"

I smiled. My naughty Nina! "No, sweetheart. You could never be too naughty. I have an idea."

Bright blue eyes twinkled with interest. "What?"

"Later," I whispered. "I need to cuddle with you, maybe sleep."

Her reply was soft, a whisper. "Kay."

Holding her tight, I rolled us both onto our side. Spooning my naughty little girl, hugging my sweet adventurous Nina, I inhaled her scent and wondered what I'd done to be so lucky.