SATURDAY MORNING CONTINUED
"We must provide nourishment and fuel for this," Cait said, giving my cock a slight squeeze, "for there are much more orgasms in store for us before this weekend is out!"
Hearing such words from my beautiful, adorableโand completely nakedโ18-year-old daughter put my mind into a fog of lust and love at the same time. I just stood there for a few minutes, practically paralyzed with sexually satisfied giddiness, while Cait grabbed a big fluffy towel and dried my own naked body. She then wiped herself down and grabbed a fresh towel to dry her long hair a bit before twisting it into a "turban" on top of her hair. Otherwise she remained completely nude as she led us from my master bathroom to the kitchen.
At her insistence, all I was allowed to do was brew some coffee, and then prepare some fresh squeezed orange juice while she rifled through the fridge and pantry to get all the fixings for scrambled eggs and bacon. An image I will remember forever was when I stared at her as she leaned forward toward the open refrigerator door. Her perfect round ass jutted straight back toward me, and I could clearly see her smooth vaginal lips within the cute little gap at the top of her thighs. And when she straightened and turned partially toward me, I began salivating at how rock-hard her nipples had gotten from the fridge's cool air.
The rule of the day was that we were both to remain as naked as possible, the only exceptions being Cait getting to temporarily wear the towel on her head until her hair had dried a bit more, and the apron she put on to prevent sizzling bacon grease from spattering on her skin. The apron also served to give me yet another
fucking
sexy image, because with her back to me while she cooked I got to watch my daughter's naked spine and ass.
Ironically, when we finally sat at the large kitchen counter together to eat, we fell into otherwise mundane breakfast conversations, chatting a bit about what classes she would take in college, what the weather would be like, what we thought about the last TV shows we'd just seen. Anyone eavesdropping from the next room would think a father and daughter we simply bantering away over a regular breakfast. Of course, were that spy to actually step into the kitchen the spy would see that the father was naked, and the daughter was wearing literally
just
an apron and a damp towel on her head. The spy would have enjoyed the view of both of our naked butts next to each other on our stools.
It was nice to calm down a
little
from all the sex and passion for a little while. My dick definitely needed some time to recover from so much stimulation, and I imagined poor Cait's pussy was still a little sore from being penetrated by a cock for the first time late last night. As Cait went off on a tangent, telling me about why one of her friends was going to take a year off before going to college, I allowed my thoughts to wander, and for the first time in the last 12 hours or so since I had taken my own daughter's virginity, my moral compass began to stabilize. I began to think about the ramifications of what I had doneโto my own daughter. I couldn't help but wonder just how much I had potentially fucked up my daughter's life, my wife's, and my own of course.
But what also amazed me was just how casual and, well,
normal
, Cait was acting in this very moment. Other than the fact that we were nude it was as if we were just plain old father and daughter having breakfast now. The mood was as calm as if my wife, Heather, could walk into the kitchen right now and, without batting an eye, simply ask if there was more coffee...
"What?" I said, blinking myself back into the moment.
"I said I think I'm boring you, Daddy," Cait said.
"Oh no, not at all baby, I promise," I said. "I guess I'm still just in a haze of bliss."
Crunching away her last bite of crispy bacon, Cait said, "Me, too, Daddy. And the day has only gotten started!" She gave me a playful wink and stood to begin gathering the dishes. I stood too, and we had an interesting and erotic time "trying" to wash the dishes with her at the sink and me right behind her, reaching around and fondling her freely while grinding my crotch against her ass.
We gave up on the dishes and moved out of the kitchen. Cait got rid of the apron and said she wanted to dry her hair a little more. I followed her like a puppy to her bathroom, mesmerized as always by the wiggle and giggle of her hips and ass. While she started blow-drying her hair I felt the urge to pee and walked up to the toilet. I waited until she could see me in the reflection in the mirror before letting a nice strong stream of urine flow into the bowl.
"Awe, Daddy," Cait whimpered in a tone just over the sound of the dryer, "you should have waited until I could aim it for you!"
I laughed as my piss continued to flow. "I would probably get hard, and I wouldn't be able to go!"
She finished drying as I washed up. Then it was my turn to watch her go pee. She was absolutely adorable sitting there, naked as the day she was born, and happily going to the bathroom in front of her nude father.
"So," I said as she dabbed at her vagina with some toilet paper, "what would you like to do next?"
"Go back to bed!"
I laughed.
Cait flushed, gave her hands a quick rinse, then dropped to her knees. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, watching her face approach my flaccid cock. She opened her mouth, but just when I thought she was about to suck the head between her lips, she glanced up at me and said, "Catch me if you can!" With that, she gave me a playful shove to throw me off my balance, and she launched from her haunches right into a sprint, making straight for the master bedroom.
I ran after her and more or less tackled her loudly laughing form onto the bed. We rolled around, playing and tickling each other very much as we had done so the previous night. I finally pinned her beneath me and looked into her eyes, trying to catch my breath. She was so beautiful, so
perfect
.
Cait must've noticed the more serious look I was giving her, because she returned it. We gazed at each other for several long moments, then I leaned down and kissed her. She welcomed my lips with hers, and she eagerly parted her mouth to allow my tongue to slide in and dance with hers. We clung to each other and made out for a solid 20 minutes, hardly coming up for air. The taste of her mouth, the warmth of her naked body...it intoxicated me, and I felt myself getting aroused again, my erection stiffening against my daughter's hip.
In a quiet moment where we both briefly broke our kiss to shift positions a little, Cait whispered to me: "Make love to me, Daddy."
It was all I needed to hear, and I lifted myself just enough to position myself for intercourse. I gently nudged Cait's smooth legs apart with my knee, then centered my body to hers, sliding up just enough for the head of my completely rigid cock to "kiss" gently against my daughter's sex. She sensed me pause, then reached up to touch my face while she nodded me in encouragement.
Slowly, so slowly, I began to push my penis into my daughter's vagina. We hadn't had much foreplay, and I was momentarily concerned that her tight, nearly virginal channel would not yet be ready to receive the thickness of my manhood. But as tight as she wasโand mother of god was she tightโshe was also very,
very
wet, and her eager pussy gave only slight resistance to my penetration. After a few long, careful probing pushes, I was able to bury my full length into her. Well, maybe 90% of full, because I could distinctly feel the head of my cock squishing up against Cait's cervix, and it caused her to whimper slightly.
"Sorry, baby," I whispered.
"It'sโit's okay, Daddy," she said, grimacing just a bit. "I want it. I want you inside me, I can take it."