Naughty Daddy Pt. 01: The Pool

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Ah, Saturday morning, the best interval there is. That's what I was thinking as I was waking up. Two days with no obligations. No work, no activities to drive the kids to, no responsibility. Just my lazy ass doing whatever the hell I wanted to. I stretched as hard as I could, then I turned to one side and closed my eyes again. If I was gonna fall back asleep, so be it. I'd never been a morning person, even when I was a kid. Unfortunately, I didn't fall back asleep.

I turned over to the other side, hoping to hug my wife and see if that goes anywhere. But she wasn't there. Oh, that's right, she was taking our son to visit colleges this weekend. And I was going to take our daughter next weekend. Yeah, I know it sounds dumb, but that's how our twin children wanted it. They didn't want to go together because they didn't want to "influence each other", whatever that meant. So we have to do separate trips. I love my kids, man, but teenagers, sometimes they can be such dickheads. Well, now I'm definitely up.

So I got out of bed, shuffled to the bathroom and waited for my morning erection to subside in order to pee. Hey, listen, I'm happy I still get morning wood at 45, I'll take this minor annoyance. Unfortunately, my wife was less and less interested in it as the years went on. I guess that's married life for you. So I waited for my dick to go down, peed and then started to get my dick back up for a quick jerk off. I read somewhere that cumming at least once a day was good for your prostate health. And I am very keen on my prostate health. So I closed my eyes, leaned on the wall with one hand and started rubbing my dick with the other hand. Yeah, that new weather girl on tv really wanted my dick. A pretty little young thing, with tits always spilling out of her shirt. I don't know why they even bothered to put a top on her, you could see everything. Yes, Esmeralda, suck daddy's dick. Suck it, baby. "Oh, your dick is so big, papi. It's the biggest dick I've ever seen." Yeah, baby, suck it. Suck it! "Come on my tits, papi. I want you to come on my big tits." Ok, Esmeralda, if that's what you want. Take it, baby, take it! I shot my sperm all over the mirror above the sink, imagining I was cumming on Esmeralda's big tits while she gave me a big, eager smile. She even scooped up some with her finger and licked it. Woo! That was a good one. Probably was gonna be the highlight of my day. Eh, cleaning the mirror kinda ruined the whole thing, but you do what you gotta do.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth quickly and started making some sort of plan for the day. Since it was still early and the backyard was still in the shadow, it was the best time to get some laps in so I put my speedos on and my flip-flops, took a fresh towel and made my way downstairs. About five years ago, my back started hurting quite bad and the doctor told me that I had to do some regular exercising. What sort of exercising, doc? Some walking. Boring! Some yoga. Fuck that! Some swimming. Ok, that sounded nice. And since I was doing quite well by this stage in life, I decided that I was going to build a nice swimming pool in our backyard. The kids were very happy when they heard the plans. Then they were less happy when they heard that it was going to be a boring rectangular pool. Una wanted it shaped like a castle. Calin was a bit more realistic, he wanted it shaped like a guitar. Daddy wanted enough length to be able to do laps. And since daddy paid, the kids had to make do with just a huge pool where they could invite all their friends every weekend. Dickheads!

Don't get me wrong. I love my kids with all my heart and I would do anything for them. But teenagers, man... The combination of them wanting independence, yet always asking you to do stuff for them, them thinking they know everything, yet never being able to figure out the simplest life tasks, them thinking they are better than us "ancients", yet depending on us for every little thing... I loved them as kids and I can't wait for the beautiful grown ups they'll be, but I could do without this current stage of their lives. Well, at least there was only one teenager in the house this weekend, maybe we could go two days avoiding each other.

No sooner did I think that, when I heard splashing and giggling coming from outside. Una already had friends in the pool. Already? Come on, really? You know what, I'm just gonna go outside and do some dad jokes, make them all cringe and seek fun somewhere else for half an hour. The speedos should be a good start, my daughter was mortified whenever she saw me in them. So I took a deep breath, puffed my chest and walked out confidently into the backyard only to have my plans somewhat deflated by what I saw. It wasn't a whole gang, it was just Una and her best friend, Rosie, and they were quite happy to see me.

"Hey, daddy!" Una chirped at me.

"Hey, daddy!" Rosie joined her, waving at me. "We were waiting for you to come down. Hope we didn't wake you!"

If you think it's weird that my daughter's friend calls me "daddy", I'm with you on this one and I've been trying to put an end to it, without much success. But it's not completely unwarranted. See, Una and Rosie have been friends their whole lives. Literally, their whole lives. Rosie's parents were our next door neighbours at our old house. Rosie was born two days after Una. I babysat Rosie the first time when she was less than 1 month old. The girls did everything together. They started walking together. They started talking together. In fact, I'm pretty sure Una's first word was not "mama" or "dada", but "Rosie".

One day, when Rosie was about 5 or 6, I heard a big commotion over at our neighbours' house. I went out to see what was going on just in time to see Irene, Rosie's mom, throwing her husbands clothes out the window. Soon the argument moved into the front yard. At first Vlad, Rosie's dad, was very apologetic, but then he turned angry. Rosie was sitting on the front steps already crying when her father lost it and hit Irene. Really hard. Without thinking, I jumped over the fence and I punched him straight in the face. He got up and he tried to have a go at me, but he was barely standing on his own feet. So he turned to Rosie and he tried to grab her, but she ran and hid behind me, clutching tight to one of my legs. That was the last time we saw Vlad. From that day on, Rosie spent about as much time at our house as she did at her mother's who, being an only parent now, worked two jobs, if not more.

Even though we later moved to a better neighbourhood, the girls continue to be best friends and see each other every day. We even formally registered Rosie as living at our address even though she doesn't so she would be able to attend the same high school as Una.

And we didn't mind, it was nice to have another kid around the house. The more, the merrier. The only inconvenience, if I can call it that, was that as they got older Calin started having a hard time being around them, if you know what I mean. I would catch him gazing at Rosie from time to time and then he would suddenly get up and run to his room. I swear, that boy went through more tissues than a funeral parlour.

But, yeah, a couple of months ago she started calling me "daddy". I'm still not very comfortable with it and I tell her all the time it's not very appropriate, but she keeps doing it. I don't know if it's genuine longing for a father, a phase that she's going through or if she's just trying to wind me up because they think it's funny. Teenagers, man.

"Morning, girls. Wow, I thought teenagers like to sleep late."

"Not as late as you, daddy."

"Girls, can you take a break? I need to do my laps. Doctor's orders."

"Can we do laps with you, daddy? We promise we won't bother you."

"Come on, girls. Just half an hour."

"Pleeeease, daddy," they yelled in unison.

I was never really able to say "no" to my daughter. Una had the personality of a cat. First of all, she was your superior, not the other way around and she knew it. She was usually very affectionate and loved being around you, but refuse her something and the claws would come out. And how could anyone refuse her when she looked at you with those big, pleading eyes? "Weaponized cuteness", that's what I called it. Rosie was very similar. Sometimes, I thought they were the twins, not actual my kids.

"Ok, fine." As usual, I gave in. "But no games, I have to do my laps or I won't be able to get out bed tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow's Sunday, you can stay in bed all day, daddy."

"Yeah, daddy, we'll wear you out today and tomorrow you'll have to stay in bed all day."

Notice how I'm not mentioning who's saying what? That's because their voices always overlapped.

"Rosie, I told you before, I'm not comfortable with you calling me 'daddy'."

"That's ok, you'll get used to it, daddy," and they both giggled like it was the funniest joke in the world.

"Ok then, here I come. Cannonball!" And I jumped into the pool as the girls were screaming and trying to swim away from the splash zone. "Daaaaddy!" they both yelled at me, but it was my time to get one back on them.

To my surprise, for the next half hour all three of us did quiet laps up and down the pool, no games, no pranks, no getting bored and pouting. I was actually quite proud of their restraint.

"Thank you, girls, that was very nice," I said as I finished up. "Do you guys want any breakfast?"

"Can we eat by the pool, daddy?"

"Yeah, sure." I knew my wife didn't let them eat there and I never really understood why, but I felt like I had to do something nice for them in return. "What do you guys want?"

"Can you make us some sandwiches, daddy? Eggs and bacon?"

"And a glass of milk, daddy."

"Sure thing. Coming right up, girls."

Fifteen minutes later, we were all lounging in the sun that had finally moved over to this side of the yard, enjoying our sandwiches and our milk.

"This is so nice, daddy. Why can't every day be the weekend? Why do we have to go to school, daddy?"

"And why do you have to go to work, daddy?"

"Honestly, girls, if you figure that out, let me know," I said as I dozed off.

I don't know how long I napped for, but at one point I heard them yell "Cannonball!" and then I was awoken by a big splash of water, followed by gleeful giggling. And, I gotta tell you, it's very hard to get mad when you hear your girls giggling. I pretended to be mad just for the sake of appearances and I mumbled a half-hearted "Hey!"

"Come play polo with us, daddy."

"I don't think I can keep up with you, girls."

"No fair, daddy, we did laps with you."

"Please, daddy, please, please."

How do you say "no" to that? No, really, I'm asking, how do you say "no", if anyone knows the answer, please get in touch.

"Ok, you win."

"Yaaay!"

Our pool version of polo was played in two teams on the width of the pool. The goal was to swim with the ball to the edge protected by the other team. Since the ball was usually a big beach ball that jumped at the slightest touch, our games of polo tended to turn into a mad flurry of arms and attempts to pull the others to the bottom. Laughs actually scored higher than actual goals. Since there were just three of us, I was one team and the girls were the other team because "you're a big, strong man and we're two small, helpless girls, daddy."

At first, I was quite in control, grabbing one of them and throwing her a couple of feet to the side and driving the ball while the other was hopelessly trying to hang on to my back. But me being 45 and them being 18, about 10 minutes later the game turned into me getting ambushed, attacked and mauled by two crazy water cats who tried to drag me under the water while kicking the ball towards my side of the pool and yelling "Goal!" and I was losing the fight more than I was winning.

Things started to turn a little awkward when one of them jumped on my back and the other jumped in my arms. I was suddenly caught between two pairs of tits, one cushioning the back of my head, while the other one was smothering my face. A little while later, as I was trying to get up for air, I'm pretty sure I grabbed someone's ass and my other arm ended between someone else's legs. So I decided to tell them that I was too tired to continue before things turned really awkward.

I collapsed on the chaise-lounge while the girls were giving each other high-fives and rerunning the plays by which they dragged me under water and finally defeated me. "And then I did this and daddy did that and I did this and you did this...," followed by even more high-fives and hugging. From time to time, they'd turn towards me and wave and smile and send me kisses. From time to time, one would say "and then..." and whisper something in the other's ear and they'd both start laughing. I gotta say, this was the most fun I'd had in a long time. Usually, the kids played with their friends and rolled their eyes whenever me or their mom appeared outside. This was I think the first time when it was just the three of us.

I wished I was their age so that I could keep up with them for longer. I mean, look at them, what 18 year old boy wouldn't want to be in the same pool as them? To get sandwiched between these two gorgeous young ladies with tight fit bodies covered by wet skimpy underwear. Both in the best shape they will ever be in their lives, with their perky bosoms and their tight asses... Dude, what the fuck??? What the fuck was that? These are your daughters, man. Get it together, you fucking perv.

"Girls, I'm gonna go inside for a while, ok? Yell if you need anything." And with that I quickly got up and made for the door.

"Ok, daddy. Come back soon."

Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that? This is the lowest of the low. They were just thoughts, man, they didn't mean anything. What do you mean, just thoughts, perving on your daughters is not "just thoughts." Hey, I'm a man, how am I supposed to not notice that? You did a pretty good job until now not noticing it. Well, until now they were kids, not... you know... No, man, I don't know. What is that, are you getting an erection? I'm not doing anything, it's just my body reacting... Yeah, reacting to you being a big, old perv. Fucking unbelievable. I'm sorry, jesus!, I'm sorry. I'll stop. I'll think of something else. Unsexy thoughts. Uhm... a rusty tractor, spaghetti with ketchup, rotten fruit, a dead puppy... It's not working... Fuck, why isn't this working? I don't want to think this...

This went on for a while, I'll spare you the whole dialogue. In the end I decided I was going to take a cold shower, shave, put some clothes on and go... I don't know... shopping... see a movie... any excuse to get out of the house.

The cold shower seemed to work just as I hoped it would. It managed to cool me down, body and mind. I was now in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around my hips, shaving. Just normal thoughts. Focus on the shaving. Up and down. Up and down. No bad thoughts. No thoughts about the girls' bodies. Or their boobs. Or their asses. Fuck! What the fuck is going on?

Just as I was about to spiral into another whatever this was, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Daddy, I'm coming in," I heard Rosie's voice and before I could say anything she opened the door and entered.

"Daddy," she said in a disappointing tone, "why are you shaving? Remember last winter when you grew that beard? You looked so sexy with that beard. You should grow one again."

"What are you doing in here? You can't just come in here. I could have been in the shower."

"Well, then the curtain would be pulled, daddy," she said like I was acting silly.

"I told you to stop calling me that. It's not appropriate."

"But why? I like calling you 'daddy'."

"You can go back to calling me Mr. M, like you did all your life. Or you can call me Alex, you're a grown up now."

She scrounged her nose like she was thinking about it. "No, I like 'daddy' better."

"Look, Rosie, you know I think of you as a daughter. And that will never change. But since you're not actually my daughter you calling me 'daddy' sounds wrong, it sounds like there's something more between us."

"More?" she asked miming innocence. "What do you mean, daddy?"

"Never mind. Look, if this is about... you know, you looking for a father figure or something like that because... you know, because of your father..."

"Don't talk about that motherfucker." Her demeanour had changed instantly.

"Hey! You can't use that word. I'm still the parent here. We don't swear in this house."

"I'm not swearing. That's what he is. He's not my father. He's just some guy who fucked my mother. He's literally a motherfucker."

"Look, maybe this isn't the best time - or place - to have this conversation. Just... why are here anyway?"

"I spilled some milk on my swimsuit." Just like that, she reverted to her kitten behaviour. "Look, daddy. See?" she said as she pushed her tits up for me to look at them.

I tried to look anywhere else, but it was really hard. And I was getting really hard as well, looking at her perfectly shaped breasts, with her nipples poking through the fabric of her swimsuit.

"I had to come in and clean it. This is my best swimsuit, I can't have stains on it, daddy."

"What are you talking about? Milk doesn't stain."

"Oh, I didn't know that. Well, better safe than sorry," she said and she turned around with her back to me to face the sink.

"And you could have washed it anywhere in the house. Or in the pool," I tried to make sense of what was going in her head, barging on me in this cramped bathroom, as she was splashing water over the top of her tits. She leaned to get her chest closer to the water and I got an even better look of her tits hanging down in the mirror in front of both of us. She took half a step back and her ass pushed into my groin.

"Oops, sorry, daddy," she said, but she didn't move forward before brushing her ass against me a couple of times. "There, I think it's done. I was so worried." She turned towards me.

"Don't come in the bathroom when there's people inside. You should know that at your age," I tried to regain some paternal authority. "Oh, there's milk on your upper lip, too." Why the fuck did I say that?

She turned towards the mirror again. "Oh, hahaha," she guffawed, "I have a big white stain all over my lip. Silly me. You're very observant, daddy."

She leaned forward to get a better look in the mirror and I watched her slowly lick the milk from her upper lip. Her ass bumped into my crotch again. "Oops, sorry again, daddy. Ok, bye." And with that she ran out of the bathroom giggling and I had to jump into a cold shower again because things were getting out of hand down there.

What the fuck was going on? With me, with the girls? What was this day? Did I wake up in upside down land today?

I spent the rest of the day inside, hiding from my girls. Hiding myself, in my own house, from my own daughters. Hiding from seeing their bodies, but unable to hide from the images in my head.

"Daddy, when are you coming back to play with us?" I heard them yell from outside.

I opened the window and I yelled back: "Sorry, girls, I just remembered I have to look into something for work. I don't know how long it will take."

"Awwwww."

I tried to pick up a book, to occupy my mind, but I read the first paragraph at least 50 times, each time interrupted by visions of Rosie. Her raven black hair, flowing down to her waist. Her big black eyes, looking innocently at me. Her plump red lips, biting her finger, acting bashful. Her round full breasts. A C-cup at least. I imagined big dark areolas sitting in the middle of them, with thick long nipples. A hand, my hand, squeezing them while she shuddered. I saw in my vision her naked ass, round, tight, like a beach volleyball player's ass, pushing back into my crotch in that little bathroom. She bent down and I imagined her plump pussy lips, covered by a dense bush of curly black hair.

This wasn't working. I picked up my phone and accessed The Times Crossword. I needed a challenge. But the true challenge was not to think of Una. Her deep blue eyes. Her shaggy, untamed, ash blonde curls. Her freckles which I could draw from memory. Her smaller, perky breasts that nestled on the back of my neck earlier today in the swimming pool, now naked and adorned with what I imagined to be pink puffy nipples. Her petite, but firm ass, covered in blonde fuzz, with cheeks that I could hold each hold in one palm of my hands and massage them softly before I open them up to reveal her tiny pucker.

I spent the rest of the day in this agony, amidst a continued stream of giggles that came from far away. My dick getting hard and getting flaccid again, a loop repeated so many times that it literally started to ache. If this doesn't go away by tomorrow, first thing I'm gonna do is see a doctor. And ask them to commit me somewhere far away from my family. Or just tell my wife, she would certainly not hesitate to cut my dick off.

"Daddy, dinner in ten minutes," I heard them yell from downstairs as the evening was setting in over our neighbourhood.

I opened my door just a little and yelled back: "Thanks, honey, but I'm not hungry. I don't think I'm coming down tonight. Have fun."

"But, daddy, we cooked for you. You have to eat."

"Ok, honey, I'll be down in 10 minutes." What kind of monster refuses to eat when their child cooks dinner for him?

I took a deep breath. Keep it together, man. Go downstairs, make polite conversation, look only at your plate, eat quick, say thank you and come back. And don't look at their tits. You can do this, man. I know you can. Yes. Yes, I can.

"Yay, daddy's here." They seemed genuinely happy to see me. "We made your favourite, daddy. Chicken schnitzel and mashed potatoes. And don't worry about the mess, we'll clean up everything after dinner."

"Thanks, girls. That's very nice of you. What did I do to deserve this special treatment?"

"Because we like you, daddy. You're our favourite daddy. You always take such good care of us and we don't really say 'thank you'." They both gave me a peck on the cheek before we sat down to eat.

Ignoring the mess on the cooking side of the kitchen, the table looked amazing. Everything was already set. All the plates and knives and forks and napkins and glasses were clean and in their correct positions. Two serving trays were placed in the middle. There was even a small vase with a flower in it. They had also opened a bottle of wine for me. It was one of the more expensive ones, but what the hell, that's why they make them, right, for us to drink them.

This was so nice of them, I almost choked thinking about how I'd spent most of my day. Enough of that, it's time for fun daddy to be back.

"How about we take out the karaoke machine after dinner?"

"Really, daddy?" They both leapt from their seats and gave me another hug. Karaoke was one of their favourite things and me or their mom rarely said yes because they liked it very loud and, to be honest, they weren't very talented. But tonight they deserved it, as recompense for their thoughtfulness and as penance for my naughtiness.

We sat down and, before we started eating, the girls were whispering to each other. All I could pick up was "You ask him." "No, you ask him."

"Just ask me, girls. Worst that can happen is I say 'no'."

"Can we have some wine, too, daddy?"

"Yes. Yes, you can. Half a glass each of you. And don't tell your moms."

I watched their giddiness as I poured the drink in their glasses. They both picked their glasses up and tentatively smelled the elixir. And then, like any teenager, they started fooling around, pretending they were wine snobs, like the ones they saw on tv.

"Hmm, yes, you can smell the oaky undertones..."

"Yes, it has the patina of better days of old..."

We all had a good laugh and then dug into our food. The dinner was very pleasant, we just chatted about their school, my job, just nonsense, really. From time to time they would whisper something into each other's ears and either giggle or look at each other meaningfully. At one point Una gawked into space shocked upon hearing what Rosie said. I didn't make an effort to pick up what they were saying, they were entitled to their privacy. A bit rude, but eh, I could live with it.

"Daddy, can we have another half glass of wine? Pleaaase!"

I looked at them, they didn't even seem flushed, so I poured another half glass for each of them, but I did notice that only Rosie drank hers. Maybe Una was saving hers for the karaoke.

When we were finished with dinner, we decided that I would try to find the karaoke machine wherever we stashed it last time and try to hook it up, while the girls would clean the kitchen as best they could and we would leave the rest for tomorrow morning. As I got up from the table, I noticed out of the corner of my eye Rosie grabbing Una's glass and gulping all the wine. What was that about?

Once the machine was on, I didn't dare ask what song they wanted.

"Our favourite, daddy!"

"You sing that all the time."

"Because it's our favourite, daddy." Like, come on, what's so hard to understand, old man?

"Ok, fine, god help us all."

They usually started it fine. "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?" was a bit easier to follow, but by the time they got to the galileos the train was so far off the rails you couldn't even call it a train anymore. Cats wailing in an alley had spontaneously produced better renditions of Bohemian Rhapsody. But this time, after spending the day with them, I got it. It wasn't about singing the song well, it was about singing a song you liked no matter how you did it and enjoying it. I even decided to join them towards the end even though that wasn't for the betterment of the singing. But, having overcome that weird interval in the middle of our day together, I was able to have fun with them once more. Real, honest fun. We sang for an hour, during which time the wine mysteriously evaporated from the bottle, and at the end I closed the night hee-hawing "I did it my way" and not caring one bit.

We hugged, we kissed good night and we went to our separate bedrooms despite the pleading eyes and quivering lower lips after I declined an invitation to tuck them in and read them a bedtime story.

As I laid in bed recalling the highlights of the day, I realised that this was the best family fun I'd had in my entire life. What did it mean that that happened without half of my family being there? I felt like I needed to dig deeper into this insight. I still had a very deep affection for my wife, but was it love? Had we simply become roommates, albeit with a lot of history and genuine connection? Were all of us a family in the true sense of the word? Or were we some sort of family unit, doing our bit to keep society moving forward? Why didn't the four of us go on this college trip together? Was the kids' reason genuine or had Calin gravitated more towards his mother while Una gravitated more towards me? Should I tell them what fun we had or should I keep it a private moment? I fell asleep with no real answer to any of these questions.

I was awoken in the middle of the night by a presence sneaking towards my bed.

"Who's there? What's going on?" I mumbled half asleep. Wow, great presence of mind there, buddy. If it was an axe murderer you sure made him feel welcome to your exposed neck.

"It's me, daddy," Rosie replied, emerging into the moonlit half of the room.

"Everything okay?"

"I had a bad dream, daddy. Can I sleep with you?"

"Come on, Rosie. You're not a child anymore."

"Just a little while, daddy. I'm really scared."

"Go and sleep with Una."

"I don't want to scare her, too."

"Rosie, this is really inappropriate."

"You keep saying that word, daddy, but I don't understand. You always protected me. Why?"

"You know why, you're a grown up now."

As my eyes acclimatized to the penumbra, I could see more than her shape. She was wearing a black satin nightie with some sort of lace finishing both at the top and the bottom. I couldn't quite make the colour, but I noticed a big lace bow right where the cleavage was. She was biting her finger sheepishly and she was fidgeting her legs. Weaponized cuteness, what did I tell you? She's been striking this pose since she was child, knowing she will get whatever it is that she wants.

"Just for a little while," she said and she quickly got under the covers.

"Ok, 10 minutes and then back to your room."

"Ok, daddy. Now hold me."

She turned her back to me, spooning against me. I put an arm over her over the covers and made sure that my pelvis was as far back as possible. She grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. She let out a satisfied sigh and shimmied her ass back until it sat on top of my crotch. I could feel her nightie ride up and expose her ass.

"This is what I mean. You know this is inappropriate."

"All I know is that I feel safe here with you, daddy."

I tried to move back and put some separation between us, but she slapped my hip and yelped: "No, daddy. No," and then she pushed her ass back until she was resting against me.

"10 minutes," I reminded her.

We sat in silence for a minute. She was holding tight my arm that was draping her and was rising and falling with her breaths. This felt really nice. If this had been anyone else other than Rosie. I could feel my loins warming and my dick was starting to wake up. Not an erection just, you know, the early staging of unfolding.

"Daddy."

"What is it?"

"I want to tell you something, but you have to promise you won't be mad."

"I can't promise that, but I can't imagine what you could say to make me mad."

"Promise, daddy."

"Okay, I promise."

"I didn't really have a bad dream. And I wasn't really scared. Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad. But then, what are we doing here?"

She turned to face me. Still very, very close. Her breasts were pushing into my arm. Her foot went over mine. Everything about her body was so soft and inviting.

"I wanted to be alone with you. And close to you. I had to find an excuse."

"If you needed an excuse, then you now this is inappropriate," I replied, but she ignored my words.

"Daddy, I love you so much. I want you to be my first," she whispered and she lightly kissed my lips.

There was a noticeable jolt in my cock. Every cell of my body was screaming "yes" and my mind was struggling to hold it back. Not just be with her, but be her first. I wanted it so much, but it was so wrong. It took me a few moments before I was able to answer.

"Honey, we can't do this. We just can't." Reason had won for the moment. "You're just conflating my fatherly instincts to care for you and to protect you with romantic love. If we did this, I think it would really be harmful for you."

"Listen, Alex," and she really accentuated my name to let me know that she had dropped the little girl persona and now it was the young adult speaking. "This isn't what this is about. I don't have daddy issues, or whatever crap you heard from every Temu psychologist who's on tv. I'm not gonna run away and become a stripper. I'm not gonna end up sucking dick for meth in an alley. I'm not into older men. At all. I'm into you. I've been creaming my panties for you ever since I found out what that was. You're my first crush and you'll probably be the biggest crush of my life. And I know you have a crush on me, too. I've been testing and watching you all day because I didn't want to put you in an embarrassing situation. So don't lie to me and say that you haven't thought about me the way that I've been thinking about you. Now I don't want to run away with you and I don't imagine us living together forever after. I just want to have you once. One day, this is going to happen, it's inevitable. I'd like for it to happen now, before I leave the nest and make my way into the world. I want to take a fairy tale with me, not a yet unfulfilled wish.

"So be a good daddy and give your princess what she wants, like you always do." And just like that, she turned on a dime to her kitten persona.

Hearing this intelligent young woman articulate her desires with such clarity brought my cock to full attention. And hearing the little girl pleading for this gift gave it all an extra zhuzh that made the situation that much more exciting. Rosie could definitely feel my hard dick poke her in the stomach.

"You have a present for me, daddy?" she asked excitedly. "I have a present for you, too. Let me show you."

She pulled the covers away from both of us and sat on her knees on the bed. She put a hand on my chest and then straddled me.

"Look, my present is wrapped up all nice. Just for you," she continued, fiddling with the pink bow between her breasts. "Do you want to see what happens when I open it?"

She slowly undid the bow while lowering herself to sit her crotch on mine. Her panties and my boxers were not providing enough protection for me to not feel her pussy lips peel apart as she sat on my shaft.

"Ooh," she exclaimed excitedly as she shuddered, a big smile on her face.

She continued to unravel from across her torso the ribbon that had been tied into a bow, whilst holding her arms pressed to the sides of her body. When she had released the ribbon she played with it a few times over my face and then threw it away. She then released her arms and the nightie peeled away from her shoulders to her hips, revealing her gorgeous breasts.

They were exactly how I imagined, round and firm, with no sag to them, like two ripened exotic fruits. Her areolas were indeed large and dark and sported thick long nipples that were already hard. My mouth instantly watered. She jiggled them slowly a couple of times.

"You like my boobies, daddy?"

"They are very beautiful, princess."

"Do you want to touch them, daddy?"

"Yes, princess," and I instinctively put my palm up to reach for them, only for Rosie to slap it away.

"No, daddy, no. Me, not you."

She took my hand and guided it to her breast. When I reached it, she squeezed my hand softly to squeeze her breast softly. She closed her eyes and moaned faintly.

"Ok, daddy, now you."

She released my hand and let me explore. I kept massaging her breast as I started rubbing my thumb around her areola and watching her nipple perk up even more. I caught the nipple between my fingers and gave a little squeeze, eliciting a moan from her.

"Can daddy have a taste?" I asked.

"Hmm... okay," she responded playfully and she lowered her breast to my mouth. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders and engulfed me, forming a tent around my upper half.

I took her nipple between my lips and sucked it gently. I rotated my tongue around it a couple of times and then gave it a quick flick. Her knees clenched against my thighs. I continued my gentle assault of flicks and licks, paying attention to the way her body reacted. When I bit her nipple lightly she let out a moan and dug her nails into my chest. I moved to her other breast and repeated my movements until she straightened her back, leaving my lips without the object of their affection.

"Daddy likes to suck on my boobies?"

"Very much, baby."

"My turn," she said as she pulled at my t-shirt. I raised slightly from the bed to allow her to remove it and then she pushed me back. She quickly picked her nightie from around her waist and threw it over her head.

She attacked my nipples with eagerness, repeating every movement that I made. At the same time, her pussy was sliding slowly up and down my engorged penis. God, it felt so good to be taken care of like this. It had been a long time since any love making my wife and I did had such passion. I guess we had done it for so long that each of us just went for the things the other liked. There was no more exploration, no more surprises.

"Am I doing good, daddy?" she asked before switching between the nipples.

"You're learning very quickly, baby. Daddy likes it very much."

As she was working her tongue on my chest, my hands were exploring Rosie's body. I started by stroking her face, then moved to her neck and her back. My hands roamed all over her, caressing her skin, teasing her with my finger tips. When I ran my nails up and down her spine, I felt her body shiver and she gave me a quick bite in response.

A few minutes later, her kisses started roaming down my body. She kissed my chest, then moved down to my belly. She gave my belly button a bit more attention, licking it and around it before moving further down, to my boxers' band. She clumsily picked it with her teeth and tried to pull them down, but it slipped.

"Do you need help, baby?" I asked as I hooked my fingers in the elastic.

"No, daddy," she slapped my hand again. "Me."

She pressed her nose in my boxers and inhaled deeply and then she rubbed her face up and down my erection.

"Mmm, daddy's peepee is so hard."

"Don't call it that, baby."

"No? Daddy's dick then? Or daddy's cock?"

"That's better."

"Daddy's cock-a-doodle-do, I'm gonna eat you," she sang poking it with her finger and I couldn't help snorting a short laughter. "Daddy, don't be a meanie," she lamented. "Sorry, baby."

She rubbed her face a couple more times against my shaft, this time with her lips parted, probing it's thickness, before she grabbed my boxers and started pulling them slowly down, bit by bit releasing my cock. When the elastic finally freed my cock, it sprung up, almost hitting her in the face.

"Yello!" she exclaimed with giddy surprise and poked it again with her finger, watching it sway.

"Can I suck you cock, daddy?"

"Yes, baby."

"Do you want me to suck your cock, daddy?"

"Very much."

"What do I do?"

"Grab it with your hand and jerk it a couple of times. Not so hard, slower, baby."

"You like that?"

"Yes, baby. Now kiss it." She planted a wet kiss on the shaft. "Now kiss it here," I said pointing at the head. "Now here," and pointed at the frenulum. "That's good, baby. Now lick up and down that tiny piece of flesh a few times." As her tongue was getting acquainted my dick, a drop of precum oozed out of it.

"Are you cumming, daddy?" she asked, a little befuddled.

"No, baby. That's precum. When I get excited, a few drops will come out, to help with lubrication."

"Mmm, my kitty is also wet, daddy." This prompted a couple more drops of precum to appear. Rosie purred with excitement.

"Spread that precum with your thumb across the head and jerk it again. Yeah, that's it, baby, you're doing good.

"Now lick up and down the whole of daddy's cock," which she hungrily did. "Good, baby, now jerk it again and lick daddy's balls. Yeah, baby, just like that. Take one in your mouth and suck it, but very gently. Yeah, keep jerking at the same time. Yeah, baby, that feels so good."

"Am I doing good, daddy?"

"Very good. Now take the head into your mouth. Yeah, like that. And lick it with your tongue."

"Mmm," she hummed, sending vibrations through my cock all over my body. I was so aroused, that I probably was not gonna last too long.

"Now bob your mouth up and down daddy's cock. Hold it with your hand, but don't jerk it. Just mouth and tongue. Yeah, let your tongue lick the underside when you go down and then work the tongue around the head as you go up."

Rosie was taking instructions like a champ. I can't believe she didn't know how to do this (I mean even if she'd never done it before, I'm sure she'd watched porn), but having me instruct her was one of the most erotic things I did in my life.

Slowly, she worked her mouth lower and lower down my shaft and now I was starting to hit her throat. She was slobbering all over my dick, trying to take it all in her mouth and down her throat.

"That's enough, baby, you can come up a little."

"I can take it all, daddy. You'll see," she said after releasing my member from her mouth and wiping the spit from her lips. "You'll be so proud of me, daddy."

"I'm sure you can, baby, but you don't need to. Daddy likes it more when you just suck and lick the head." I'd never understood why some guys like that deep throating stuff. I always found the chocking sounds more off-putting than arousing.

She returned to sucking my cock with the same enthusiasm, accompanying it with a symphony of hums and moans. I could feel my dick stiffening and my balls contracting.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum soon if you continue."

"Cum, daddy. I want you to cum in my little mouth," and she resumed her bobbing.

I tried to hold back as much as I could in order to experience this naughty moment as much as possible, but soon I reached the tipping point. "I'm cumming baby," I grunted as I grabbed a handful of her hair and immediately after that I thrust out the first shot. She yelped with shock as it hit the roof of her mouth and clenched her lips around my shaft.

"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking," I groaned as I spewed more cum and she dutifully kept sucking.

When I was done, she gave my dick another couple of twirls with her tongue and disengaged, making sure her lips were pursed. She looked at me with a big smile on her face and opened up her mouth to show me all the sperm she had collected. A puddle of white liquid sloshed around her mouth, covering her tongue. She closed her mouth and, with a big gulp, swallowed it all. She opened her mouth again to show me it was empty.

"I ate it all, daddy. I didn't waste anything. Are you proud of me, daddy?"

"So proud, baby!"

"I got daddy in my belly," she boasted as she massaged her tummy.

"Come here, princess," I said as I pulled her to my face. Our mouths locked and we shared our real first kiss. As our tongues played around each other, I could taste my cum in her mouth.

"Did I do good, daddy?"

"Very good, baby girl. Very good," I said as a proud smile spread across her beautiful lips.

"If you're tired, you can go to sleep now, daddy," she said as she cuddled in my arms with her head on my chest. I dozed off relishing the feeling of her young tits pressing into me.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I could see the full moon up in the sky, it's light enveloping my bedroom in a cozy light. Rosie was awake, her face buried in my side, her eyes watching my face, her hand fondling my nether regions.

"Did you sleep well, daddy?"

"Yes, baby."

"Did I make you tired."

"The best kind of tired."

"I love you, daddy," she said and she gave me a deep kiss.

After we broke the kiss, I pushed her gently on her back and said: "My turn."

I got on top of her and kissed her passionately, feeling her crotch push into mine. I continued with kissing her neck and took my time as she was squirming under me. I then moved to her breasts which, unbelievably, had almost not dropped at all as she laid on her back, they were as firm and plump as they were when she was standing up. She started mewling as I paid detailed attention to her nipples once more. When I moved to her belly button, her back arched and she pushed her whole body onto my face.

I deliberately ignored her holy grail and moved further down to her thighs. I kissed them both eagerly from the knee almost right up to where the leg meets the torso. I took my time, building anticipation. When i finally got up to her crotch, I caressed the seam where limb meets core with strong, deep licks. She squealed and clamped her legs around my head. I hadn't even touched her pussy and she was already giving such a strong reaction.

I placed my finger on her pussy over her dark satin panties and applied a little pressure. Her panties were soaked. I rubbed my finger up and down gently, eliciting another squeal.

"Does baby like it?"

"Yes, daddy. Don't stop."

Oh, I wasn't going to, but I wanted it to be perfect for her first time. I grabbed the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down and out. I lowered my face back to her pussy. I was an inch away from her and I could feel the heat coming from her body.

"You like my kitty, daddy?"

A thick bush of black, curly hair, carefully groomed around the edges only to give it shape, covered her pussy. I love thick bushes. In what regards intimate grooming, I am a man of extremes. Either completely shaved or completely natural. Strips, heart shapes, even just trimming does nothing for me. I ran the tips of my fingers through her hair and caressed her mound.

Two fat lips, resembling a hamburger bun sealed her entrance. I traced the slit with the tip of my index finger, slightly opening it and then, with the tip of my tongue I gave it a light lick from bottom to top.

"Yes, daddy, play with my kitty," she writhed beneath me.

I grabbed the top her pussy lips between my thumb and my index finger, catching her clit hidden behind them and gently stimulated it by rubbing the lips together. Hot liquid emerged from between her lips. I brought my mouth to her entrance and went to work.

I started by licking deeply between her labia, up and down, really opening her up. I drank in her juices. Her strong taste and smell woke up my animal brain and I started lapping with abandon. I wanted to drink her all in. I made my tongue hard and I started penetrating her entrance. I pushed inside her as much as I could, making circles with my tongue against her walls. Rosie grabbed my hair and bucked her hips against my mouth.

"Yes, daddy, yes. Lick me. Lick me."

I withdrew my tongue and, after a few more swipes up and down along her opening, I attacked her clit. I twirled my tongue lightly around it to get a sense of how sensitive she was. I caught it between my lips and sucked it, gently at first, then more forceful. I released it from my mouth and flicked my tongue directly against it. I continued to alternate between these two movements. Rosie's moans had turned into screams of pleasure. If I still had an ounce of reason, I would've worried that Una might hear her, but, being in the trance that I was, my whole world was concentrated right there, between her thighs.

"Do that. Do that. Don't stop," she moaned at one point as I was licking her clit. I knew she was close so, from that point forward, I continued to lick with the same speed and pressure. She grabbed my head harder and started grinding her clit on my tongue.

"Yes, daddy. Yes. Yes. That's it." And with a final scream, she shuddered and clamped her legs against my head. I remained still, allowing her to ride her orgasm. Every few seconds, her body shook and she let out another moan, softer and softer each time, until, finally, she released me.

She laid motionless on the bed, completely spent. I started kissing her, moving up her body this time until I reached her mouth and we shared another deep kiss. I laid down next to her, allowing her to come down completely and regain her senses. It didn't take long until she turned to me, propped up on one arm.

"That was really good. Wow!"

"I thought you might like it."

"Yeah, that was a good start."

"What do you mean start?"

"Don't be silly, daddy," she replied, slapping my chest lightly, "you still have to fuck me."

"I thought that might be enough."

"Tut-tut, daddy." She brought her face close to mine, grabbed my dick and looked me in the eyes. "I want your cock inside me and I want you to fuck me silly," she said and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

She fell on her back on the bed and spread her legs.

"Ready when you are, daddy. Oh, and don't worry, mommy took me to the doctor and she gave me some pills so that nothing grows in my tummy."

My dick was already hard from all the pussy licking and hearing that I can fuck her raw really made it jolt. If you're wondering what was going through my mind, there wasn't much propriety left, just instinct and desire.

I rolled over and got on top of her. For all her brave talk, I could see that she was nervous. Her arms were protecting her breasts and she was looking at me timidly.

"Are you sure?"

"Be gentle, daddy," she said, biting her lip.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll be careful."

I got up on my knees and grabbed my cock. I brought it close to her pussy and flicked her clit with the head.

"Ooh," she jumped a little.

I continued to massage her clit with my dick and watched as pleasure started to overcome apprehension. I moved my dick lower and teased her pussy, sliding it up and down between her lips. She was already wet and the head of my cock was getting slick with her juices. Soon she was mewling and grabbing her breast. I pointed my dick at her entrance and pushed a little against it. She shuddered, but didn't back away. I continued to push gently against her opening a few more times and then, on the last one, I pushed a little harder until I slipped in about an inch.

"Aah," her body coiled.

I waited a few moments for her to get acquainted with the sensation.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, keep going."

I pushed another inch and she sucked in a sharp breath. I waited again. We repeated this cycle a few more times. When I was finally fully inside her I lowered myself and put my arms around her. I kissed her tenderly, allowing her to accommodate me inside her. I could feel her pussy walls stretch and contract around me until she was comfortable.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little. But it's good."

I withdrew slowly a couple of inches and then pushed back in slowly again.

"Aah," she gave a high pitched yelp. "Keep going."

I started rocking back and forth unhurried, all the while covering her lips with kisses. Moments later she put her hands around my neck and drew me in closer. She started responding to my kisses, teasing my mouth with her tongue, biting my lips.

"Yes, keep going."

I tried to angle my dick so that I hit her g-spot. This was an art that I never quite managed to master, but she seemed to be responding.

"Faster."

I increased my pace and soon enough she was reacting with a moan every time I pushed in.

"Faster."

I increased my pace again. She started to respond to each of my thrusts by pushing her hips into me.

"Deeper."

Deeper I went. Her moans turned into grunts.

A few minutes later we were fucking like old lovers, our bodies in sync, our mouths hungrily searching each other, our hands roaming over my back, over her breasts.

"Fuck me. Yeah, fuck me, daddy. Oh, god, you're fucking me so good."

Her reactions were making me so incensed that, for the first time in a long time, I was afraid I was going to finish too soon. I tried to pace myself because the last thing I wanted was to disappoint her. Slower and deeper, rather than faster and shallower. She responded immediately, matching my new rhythm.

Minutes of total bliss passed through us as we were merging into a single body, a single mind, a single consciousness.

As our rhythm quickened again, her ever louder moans signaled her imminent orgasm. She came with such abandon, holding nothing back. She dug her nails into my back, threw her head back and let out a squeal like ecstasy wrapped in surprise. A couple of thrusts later, my own orgasm followed, one of those rare orgasms, so strong that you feel like you're expanding out of your own skin. We collapsed into each other, covering our panting with kisses. I stayed inside her as long as I could, until my dick finally slipped out.

When we both settled down, she pushed me gently and I got up on my knees in front of her. She was a vision, her long hair spread in a symmetrical arc on the bed beneath her, her breasts still heaving, her legs still open, her skin still glowing. She put her hand between her legs and swiped some of my sperm that was oozing out of her.

"Look, daddy, you made a mess."

"Sorry, baby. I'll get you a towel." But before I could reach for one she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean.

"Mmm, daddy's goo. So good." I smiled at her silliness.

"Thank you, daddy. For everything."

"Thank you, baby. That was incredible."

She put her hand between her legs and scooped some more of our combined juices. This time I caught her hand before she brought it to her mouth and I brought it up to mine. I licked most of it off her fingers and smeared the rest on my lips. I lowered myself again and shared those juices from my lips to hers, like an oath that we were taking.

"I should go to my room, daddy."

"Yeah, I think it would be best if Una didn't see you in the morning coming out of here. I hope she didn't hear us." Yeah, now I was a concerned parent. As Rosie was heading out of the room, I continued: "Let's talk tomorrow. I want to make sure you're ok." Guilt was starting to eat at me.

She turned from the door, came back and sat on the bad.

"There's nothing to talk about." This was the young adult again. "This was a moment in our lives that we shared. One that I enjoyed very much and I will cherish all my life. I hope you'll feel the same. But there's nothing else to talk about.

"I love you, daddy," and she brought her finger tips to her lips and then pressed them onto mine.

"I love you too, baby."

And with that she slipped into the shadows of the hallway.