Disclaimer: The events in this story are real, but the names of people have been changed for the sake of privacy. I know it's been a while since the last update, I have to apologize for that... but I have been having too much fun with Marini and Dani, even after the vacation Anyway, here is the next part of the story.
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Marini's chest was heaving up and down as she lay on the bed with her arms over her head.
As for me? Well, I was standing still... just taking in the sight of my sexy daughter while she was staring back at me. Our eyes were locked for a few seconds, and I swore all I could see in those brown eyes was lust. Pure lust. My eyes moved away from her eyes and travelled down to her lips... which were licked wet by her own tongue before she gently bit down on her lower lip.
My arms were dangling by my sides while my eyes continued their journey down past her slim and tanned neck, to her chest, to the curves of her oh-so-tempting tits - my eyes resting on her dark areola's and her wet nipples for a few seconds - before moving down to her firm abdomen. My eyes continued down to the belt holding her black jeans around her waist before my eyes went back up to her face. I could feel a smirk forming on my lips when I saw her eyes, which seemed to have been checking me out, shift back towards my face. She parted her lips and licked her lower lip before her eyes went down towards my cock.
I pushed aside a small part of myself that still had doubts. It was telling me that I was Marini's father... that she was not my step-daughter or an adopted daughter; she was my biological daughter, and that what I wanted to do was all forms of wrong. A part of me mentally yelled that this wasn't right even if she would have been my step-daughter or adopted daughter. The horney part of myself reasoned that if she had been just a step-daughter or an adopted daughter, then the morality in what I wanted to do - fuck her brains out - could be overlooked. I mean I would still be an asshole but at least we would not be related by blood.
'Marini and I share the same blood!' the morality-police part of myself was screaming out. It continued yelling that Marini was the biological daughter I had with Dani. This was the girl whose diapers I had changed, who I'd rock to sleep while feeding her Dani's bottled breast milk when she was too exhausted in the early mornings, this was the girl who would ride on my shoulders while yelling "horsey! horsey!" when she was two years old. This part of me... the part that was desperate not to continue what I knew I wanted to happen... yelled out that I should see Marini as the little girl Dani and I raised.
But the eighteen year old Marini who was spread out on the bed in front of me was not the little girl who would cry after scrapping her knees from falling off her bike. That Marini who Dani and I raised grew up into the sexy young woman staring back at me with a small smile on her face. I pushed away the doubts in my mind; but that didn't stop my heart from thundering in my chest as I reached down and began undoing my belt. Marini moved her arms until they rested by her side before she propped herself up onto her elbows. She licked her lips as her eyes went towards my hands undoing the buckle on my belt before taking it off. She watched as I pulled down my zipper revealing the dark blue boxers underneath. I pushed down my trousers as she sat up and then shimmied down to the edge of the bed.
The both of us didn't speak. All I could hear was my heart thundering away and my breathing quickening as she reached out and grabbed my hands just as I was about to push down my boxers. I could already feel my cock straining against the thin cotton material - it was trying to push the cotton aside so that it could be on the literal same level as my daughter's mouth. I looked down at her as she gently pushed my hands away from the elastic bands of the boxers that pressed against my waist. She looked up at me and shook her head 'NO!'; she was silently telling me that she was going to be the one pulling them down.
I nodded my head while my left arm hung by my side. Her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, her feet pressed against the wooden floor while the fingers on both hands curled into the elastic band of my boxers. I reached out with my right arm and caressed the left side of her face with my right hand; my thumb was gently rubbing a circle on her warm cheek before I ran my right hand through her soft hair.
I looked down my body and I could see an outline of my cock straining against the material of the boxers; my Marini's gaze was fixed on it as she slowly pulled my boxers down. She leaned forward towards the base of my cock as it was being exposed to the warm air of the room. I could feel her breath on the skin covering my shaft as she continued to pull my boxers down; my cock was now free and pointed directly at her. She looked up at me, and then back at my cock before sticking out her tongue.
"HAAAH," I groaned out when I felt the tip of her tongue brush the tanned skin of my cockhead. My heart was racing even faster, my legs were trembling too when she reached out and grasped my shaft gently just before letting my boxers fall to a crumpled heap around my ankles. All the while I stared at Marini as she gingerly licked the sides of my shaft with the tip of her tongue; her fingers around the thick cock as she manoeuvred it around and over her head as saliva from her tongue lined the parts of the shaft she licked. "Haaa," I would hiss out when she licked a patch of skin before tilting her head to lick another patch of skin to the left. "Haaa!" I'd hiss when she gently squeezed my cock and lifted it up so that she could lick the underside of it. The cock-head was pointed up at my face while she pressed the flat of her tongue on the skin. Her eyes were locked onto mine when she gave the underside of my cock a long lick... I felt, and saw, her tongue leave behind a trail from the base of my cock to just underneath the bulbous head. She straightened my cock as she licked the underside like an ice-cream pop... she was going so slow that it felt like torture. I closed my eyes and took in deep breaths while enjoying the sensation of her tongue as it glided along the surface of the cock-head. Without me saying anything, she then licked the sides of my cock as if she was trying to get a feel for what it is that she should be doing in the first place.
I felt like an asshole in not telling her what she should be doing. It's not that I couldn't tell her what she needed to do; it was just that I didn't want to. Honestly, what she was doing really felt good... it was erotic to have my own daughter trying to work out on her own what she should be doing to get me off.
Then the licking stopped and I opened my eyes after having released the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I looked back down and I saw Marini staring at the hole where cum would be shooting out of. She was starting to slowly stroke my cock with one hand while the other hand was on the side of my right leg. Her fingers were squeezing my leg, while the hand stroking the shaft was slow as she continued to stare at the head. I could imagine myself cumming on her face, on her chest, and even in her mouth. I could even imagine myself pushing her onto the bed and roughly fucking her for her first time now.
