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Her plane taxied in at 11:47.

Scott watched his nineteen-year-old daughter hurry down the ramp with all the other arrivals. God, he’d forgotten how beautiful she was, svelte and blonde. Her mom’s Swedish genes.

“Marnie!”

Her brown eyes–Scott’s contribution to her genetics–lit up. “Dad!”

“Hey, sweetie, it’s been a while.”

Marnie laughed and hugged him. “You ready to party?”

“Always, baby girl. Did you finally decide on a swimsuit?”

“Brought all three,” she said wryly.

Scott’s thoughts drifted back to that morning. He’d woken up to pictures of his daughter in three different bikinis accompanied by a text that read: which one do you like best? Why would she send him those pictures at 2:35 in the morning, knowing he’d wake up to her bare ass hanging out of a black thong bikini? Freaking out, he’d paused to masturbate a little before freaking out again.

Not that he’d masturbated to his daughter’s photos. They just happened to be open on his phone while he took care of his morning wood, tugging his cock fully awake, stroking its thick, throbbing length until he blew.

The white bikini flattered her figure, but the black was his favorite. It gave her an adorable little camel toe that he’d love to lick up and down and all around, first over her bikini bottom, then on her bare–

Well, not hers. A different girl. Marnie’s age, but not Marnie. Although, how good would it feel to bury his turgid cock deep in a pussy he–

Play it cool. He glanced at Marnie as he walked her to his car, saw her smile warmly at him.

God, this weekend was going to be torture.

…

“Well, we’re home,” Scott said, opening the door for Marnie. “I cleaned your room out so you can settle right in.”

“Thank god,” she moaned. “I’m exhausted.” She glanced down at her phone. “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s already one in the morning.”

“Doesn’t help that we stopped for French fries and shakes on the way.”

“I’m gonna change into my pjs. Is it ok if I smoke out back?”

“You smoke now?”

“Weed,” she said with a shrug. “For anxiety. I have a prescription you can check, dad.”

Scott shook his head. “No need. I was gonna go smoke out by the pool myself. Helps with the leg pain.”

Marnie began to dig through her suitcase. “Your legs are still hurting? I thought they were all healed up. It’s been three months.”

“Yeah, well, muscles atrophy when you can’t walk for six weeks. I have a masseuse but she’s been out of town the past month.”

“That’ll teach you to freeclimb Half Dome. You’re lucky you only made it twenty feet before you fell.”

“Hey, I landed weird.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m changing. Then we can go smoke.” Marnie gave him a secretive look and muttered, “I managed to slip some matanuska thunder fuck through TSA.”

“Well then. It’s a date.”

Marnie shooed him away. “Go.”

They both climbed the stairs. Scott turned right and Marnie went left. On a whim, Scott left his door slightly ajar and slipped out of his clothes. Through the crack in the door, he could see into Marnie’s room. She’d left her door open too. He watched as she pulled her shirt over her head, mouth going dry when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He saw the soft, pale curves of her breasts, caught a glimpse of her small, pink nipples before she slipped into an oversized t-shirt. Her leggings came off, baring her legs, but the shirt covered everything else.

Marnie pulled on the shortest pair of shorts Scott had ever seen and glanced his way. He ducked behind the door.

“You ready, dad?”

“Yup!” Scott came out of his room in his usual nightly attire: loose boxers and a cotton undershirt.

“Hey,” Marnie greeted him.

Up close, he could see the points of her nipples poking through her shirt. He wanted to roll those between his fingers.

She popped open a bright green plastic tube and pulled two joints from inside. “Here.”

Scott took the joint she offered with a nod. “Come on. Let’s go outside.”

They sat by the pool and watched airplanes circling in their traffic patterns like hawks. Scott let his feet dangle Burdur Escort in the cool water. Marnie sat cross-legged beside him and lit her joint first, then his.

“Thanks.” Scott took a drag and sighed out a billow of smoke. “Hey, that’s not bad.”

Marnie smiled at him. “Right?” She shifted a little. Scott’s eyes dropped down to her shorts. He froze for a moment.

Her shorts had gapped, leaving most of her pussy on full display, bare skin tinted blue in the light from the pool. Did she shave or wax? And why did she do it? Was his little girl having sex? How did those pussy lips feel stretched around a fat cock?

Oh dear god, what was he thinking?

“What?” Marnie cocked her head with a curious smile and blew out a stream of smoke.

“Oh, nothing.” Scott hastily glanced away, shifting to hide the bulge that had begun to grow in the front of his boxers. “Damn, this is strong stuff.”

“I told you so.”

They smoked in companionable silence. Scott looked at her from time to time, appreciating the shape of her body, the beautiful young woman she’d become. Fatherly pride wasn’t the only thing that swelled in him, especially when he caught her sneaking furtive glances at him as well.

No. No. No. That was his imagination. He was high. He was so fucking high.

“Let’s go inside,” he said. “I’m getting chilly.”

“Yep.” Marnie ground out her joint and flicked it in the trash as she walked inside.

Scott followed, groaning a little at the sharp pain in his feet, like they’d fallen asleep.

She turned. “You all right?”

“Yeah.” He slid the backdoor closed. “My legs are just acting up a little, that’s all.”

“Well why don’t I massage them?”

“What?” Scott laughed in disbelief, but his dick twitched eagerly at the thought.

“You said your masseuse is out of town. I’ll be your masseuse.”

“Sweetie, I…”

“Come on. You won’t sleep well if they hurt tonight, and then we won’t be able to do anything fun tomorrow.”

She made a good, rational case. “You’re right, honey. There’s almond oil on the bathroom counter.”

“Ok, I gotta pee anyway.”

Scott lay facedown on his bed and listened to Marnie just down the hall. Soon she’d join him, touch him. God, the anticipation nearly killed him.

“Couldn’t find almond, but I found coconut.”

“That works.”

“All right, let’s start with those feet.” Her hands, warm and soft, squeezed his foot.

“Ohh,” Scott groaned. “That’s good.”

“Close your eyes. Relax.”

He melted in her hands, lost in each long, firm stroke. First just his feet. Then his calves. Then up his thighs, just to the hem of his boxers.

“You’re really good at this, sweetie.”

“It’s helping?”

“Oh, it’s helping.”

She pushed her hands up his legs, bending over him, breasts brushing against his feet with each stroke.

Suddenly, Marnie slapped his ass cheeks.

He let out a startled yelp. “What was that?”

“Sorry,” she giggled. “Look who’s spanking who now.”

His cock throbbed between him and the bed. “Come on, Marnie, knock it off.”

“Ok, ok. Roll over, let’s get the front.”

Hesitantly, Scott rolled, hastily covering the damp spot on the front of his boxers with a pillow. “Do your worst.”

Again, Marnie started low and worked her way up, each stroke higher than the last, until she began to push his boxers up. It was all he could do to keep himself from moaning. Her fingers climbed up and gave him a little tickle at the top of his hips. She did this a couple of times.

Dear God, he couldn’t take it. He shifted a little. The next time her hands glided up his thigh, she brushed the tip of his cock.

A moment’s hesitation, then she quickly retreated. It took all his willpower not to react, to pretend nothing had happened. He wanted to see if she would reach up again now that she knew his cock was there.

Her next few strokes went no higher than his knees, but then, slow and creeping, she eased her hands up into his boxers to see if it was still there. His cock was, in fact, still there. She lingered curiously for a moment, Burdur Escort Bayan capturing the head of his cock between her fingertips. A slow retreat, like she regretted it, but then her hands slipped back up again. She brushed her thumb over him, spreading a bead of precum over his tip.

“Marnie–” Scott moaned, a half-hearted attempt to stop her.

Marnie snapped out of it and went back to before, just below the knees.

But Scott had felt her touch him more than once, purposefully, and that ate away at what little willpower he had left. Some part of her wanted him, and he was too high to feel guilty for wanting her too.

Marnie looked up as the pillow came off, displaying his tented boxers and the shiny purple head that peeked through the gap.

“Dad! Are you hard?” She was both shocked and thrilled. She hadn’t expected to push him this far, but teasing was about to turn into something much less innocent.

“It’s nothing.” Scott slipped his hand in his boxers, covering himself, adjusting. “It happens all the time during my massages, it just means you’re doing a good job. It has nothing to do with attraction.”

Marnie glanced down at his boxers again and noticed he wasn’t adjusting himself, he was stroking himself.

But she didn’t stop her massage. Flushed and flustered, she rubbed his legs for what felt like years before she let her hands climb his legs and tease the hem of his boxers. She looked up at him, her lower lip caught in her teeth.

Smiling, Scott slowly moved his hand. Once more, that purple head poked through.

Marnie teased his boxers open and slipped his cock out. It stood stiffly at attention just inches from her lips.

“Did mom ever blow you?”

Scott almost choked. “No.”

“Did anybody?”

“Closest I ever got was the shop vac.”

“Well…” Marnie laughed and stroked him gently. “Let me fix that for you.”

Her breath was warm and moist on his cock as she bent over him, flicking her hair back. She teased him with a few light, almost imperceptible kisses, laughing softly when his cock twitched. Then, a playful lick.

“Ok,” he let out a nervous laugh. “I think we’re getting a little too deep here.”

Marnie stroked his hard, fat cock. “I don’t think we’ve gone deep enough.”

“Marnie…” he said, like he wanted her to stop, but he didn’t stop her.

She popped him in her mouth and sucked gently. Her tongue stroked the cleft under the head of his cock, tickled the little slit at the tip.

“Ohh, Marnie.” Scott reached down, his hand tangling in her hair. When she tried to sit up, he held her down. “No, no, no, don’t stop, baby girl. Just a little more.”

“Mmm,” she moaned, eagerly working his shaft with her mouth and her hand.

Scott began to thrust, slow and shallow at first, deeper with every stroke. “Oh god, we shouldn’t be–oh! Oh!”

Before he knew it she was taking his cock down her throat with wet gulps. That was his daughter. Those were his daughter’s full lips stretched around his cock. He was inside her, penetrating her, making her his until she gladly let him empty his hot load deep inside her.

“Oh my god, ohh my god, Marnie…”

She popped off him with a gasping laugh, pushing her hair back and grinning at him. “So how was your first blowjob, daddy?”

“Wow. Baby, it was incredible, but… I can’t believe we just did that, I mean, you’re my–“

“But you liked it,” she interrupted.

“Yes,” he admitted, tugging on himself a little. “I haven’t cum like that in years.”

Marnie tickled the inside of his thigh. “Think you have another in you?”

“I don’t know, but… I could try.”

“No rush. We’ve got tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. All summer.”

“You mean, you want more?” Scott asked in surprise. “You’re not just high?”

“Daddy, why do you think I came home this summer? I had an offer to work up at the school library this summer, but I came home instead.” She gave him a quick kiss. “So we could do exactly this.”

“God, I want to fuck you.”

“Tomorrow.” She rose and started to slide out of bed.

He Escort Burdur grabbed her by the wrist. “You’re sleeping here tonight.”

…

She woke with her daddy’s arms around her and a fat, stiff cock pressed against her ass.

“Morning, baby girl,” Scott murmured in her ear, his breath hot, lips soft on her neck. “You weren’t just teasing last night, were you?”

Marnie rolled to look at him. “Daddy, I wouldn’t tease about something like this.” She kissed him, feeling his lips wake to meet hers. “Mm,” she moaned into his mouth, greeting his tongue eagerly with her own.

Their lips glided together, tongues tangling. Scott pulled back long enough to tear Marnie’s clothes off, throwing those tantalizing little shorts across the room before he was on her again. His hands squeezed her breasts, not as large as her mother’s had been, but certainly enough to fill his palms.

Marnie arched into his touch with a loud sound of approval. Encouraged by her obvious pleasure, Scott gave her one last kiss and trailed his hands and lips down her front before he settled between her legs, smiling at his daughter’s perfect pink pussy.

“Mm, baby girl,” he whispered against her lower lips. “Has anyone ever kissed you down here?”

“No.”

Scott looked up, absently stroking the inside of her thigh, infuriatingly close to her pussy. “How far have you gone before?”

“I let a guy finger me once. Gave a few blowjobs. Made out.”

“Are you saying you’re still a virgin?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“You don’t have to lie, honey. You’re not in trouble.”

“Dad, I’m serious. None of the guys I’ve met come close to you.”

Scott raised an eyebrow, smiled, and put his lips on her pussy without further hesitation.

“Mm,” he groaned into her pussy, exploring each fold with his tongue, teasing Marnie, driving her mad before he finally let the tip of his tongue touch her clit.

“Daddy!” Marnie moaned loudly. Her hands clenched in his thick curls, legs tightening around him as he pushed her closer and closer to the end.

And then he stopped.

“No!” Marnie sat up, face flushed, breathless. “Damn it, dad, why did you stop?”

“I’m going to give you a real fuck, Marnie. I want you to cum on your first cock. How does that sound?”

Her expression softened. “All right. Let’s do it.”

“Lie back down,” he said, gently pressing her onto her back, nudging her knees farther open.

She stared up at him with those liquid brown eyes, biting her lip, pussy spread wide, eagerly waiting for his cock. He teased her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, pressing against her entrance but not penetrating.

“Oh god, daddy.”

“You ready, baby girl?”

Marnie nodded.

Scott bent and kissed her once more, whispering, “Let me know if it hurts. It just means we might have to warm you up a little more.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.”

Marnie shivered beneath him, watching him with trusting eyes as he slowly pushed into her.

“How’s that?” he asked when the head was in.

“Good,” she said with an enthusiastic nod. “Keep going… Ohh, ohh, oh!”

Before he knew it, Scott was hilt deep in his daughter, her pussy hot and tight around his throbbing cock. “Oh, baby girl, you feel so good. Are you all right?”

“Yes, it hurts a little but in a good way.”

Scott started to thrust, shallow at first, deeper with every stroke. “How’s this?”

“Mm, that’s so good, daddy.”

“Harder?”

“Yeah.”

Dear god, he was fucking Marnie, his cock was inside his daughter, penetrating the pussy it had helped make. Her voice rose in pitch and volume as he pounded her harder and harder, driving her into the mattress.

“Tickle your clit, baby girl.” Scott gasped. “Touch yourself for me.”

Marnie obeyed, her eyes closing in ecstasy, one hand on her pussy, the other squeezing her breast. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned.

“Cum with me, Marnie. Let’s finish together.”

She reached up, pulled him into a kiss and said, “Cum inside me, dad.”

He exploded, filling her pussy with his hot cum, feeling her clench around him as she rode her own orgasm.

When Marnie had gone limp, Scott slowly withdrew and collapsed beside her, immediately pulling her into his arms and giving her a kiss.

“That was amazing,” she panted happily.

“Oh, we’ve only just begun, baby girl. We’ve got all summer.”

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