Meeting Her Father (closed)

Casey's lips parted as she started to breathe in a little heavier, and she could feel her father's fingers pushing even lower. She looked up at her father expectantly as he whispered her name, and she wondered what he would do next. She remained quite still, aside from breathing naturally, as his hand moved away from her collarbone and found its way back up towards her face.

The young girl's nipples had started to harden as her body was led to believe something was going to happen, but when her father pulled away, Casey was stunned.

Her father was right.

They were being foolish.

Casey pushed herself up, and then she swung her feet around so that she could stand up.

Matt was in truly dangerous territory, and he knew it. He had let things get out of hand, and now things with Casey were balancing very precariously. He had to bring things back into the safe father-daughter zone, and to restore the trust that was still so newly forming between them.

When Casey stood up, he reached for her hand, taking it into his. He turned to face her, looking deep into her eyes to prevent his gaze from wandering downward toward the prominent outline of her nipples against her shirt.

"Casey," he said, his voice pleading. "I'm sorry I let things get out of hand. I meant what I said, about you being beautiful. You are so beautiful, and it made me think with the wrong... with the wrong head. This whole thing is new to me."

He gently rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, hoping it was reassuring.

"Are we okay?"

Casey had started to get up to leave, but her father reached out and grabbed her hand, and she turned as he turned. He told her that he meant it when he said she was beautiful, but things were heating up between them way too fast. They had only known each other for a little over a week, and tensions had already started to flare up. Perhaps it would take more time for things to develop.

The young girl certainly didn't want to let go of her dad, and she didn't want their relationship to sour.

"We're okay," Casey said as she leaned in and gave him a hug. "It's just... I really like you. You're like, the first guy I've ever really had these kinds of feelings for."

Which was true.

The feelings that had first emerged when they'd met at the restaurant were still there, and they were giving her such a headache.

"Is it... I mean... is it really wrong?"

Is it... I mean... is it really wrong?

The question pounded in Matt's mind as he hugged Casey close to him. It was not unlike the hug they first shared not so long ago when they first met, but this time Matt was keenly aware of her head resting against his chest, her soft breasts molding themselves against him, and the flared curve of her hips oh so close to where his hands came to rest on her back.

He knew that as a father, his responsibility was to answer her question with an unequivocal "Yes." But with every passing moment he became less and less able to view the two of them as father and daughter. His mind was swimming, drowning in a struggle against a biological urge that was inexplicably pushing him in the opposite direction. Shouldn't he have some inborn sense warding him away from having such urges for someone conceived of his own DNA, however attractive she might be? Was he somehow defective on an evolutionary level?

Knowing that Casey was struggling with the same attraction toward him only made the situation more difficult. It would be so easy, she wanted him and he wanted her. Consensual. The only thing restraining him was the knowledge that if it ended badly, the poor girl would be devastated. Matt couldn't risk that, certainly not based on a mere physical attraction. Worse yet, what if the intensity of his attraction to Casey was based on some lingering desire for her mother? That would destroy Casey.

Matt tried to stifle a moan of desire as his cock, stirred to life once more by the thought of Casey heatedly offering herself to him, hardened and pressed against his daughter's flat yet soft stomach. He was only partially successful in his attempt at silence, a quiet gasp managing to escape his lips.

"Casey," he said hoarse, "I really don't know if it's wrong or right any more."

He dug his fingers into her sides, feeling the softness of her body through the shirt she was wearing. He needed to think, but he couldn't. He needed to get away from her and her beautiful, young body, but couldn't... Or maybe wouldn't.

While his brain was paralyzed with doubt, his body took over. Before he realized what was happening, his lips were on her cheek and then her neck, kissing her soft skin as he breathed in the scent of her hair through flaring nostrils. Following the path his fingers had taken not long ago, he found his way up along the line of her jaw.

And then his mouth was on hers, kissing. Tasting.

Casey looked up at her father, and the young girl practically melted in his arms. She wondered if this was how her mother had felt when she was together with her dad. It felt perfect. His hands on her hips, holding her firmly without hurting her. She was breathing rather heavily as his lips finally touched her cheek, and then moved down towards her neck. She instinctively tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her skin, and she could hear him breathing her in.

As her nipples hardened once again, Casey felt her father's mouth moving closer and closer to her lips.

At first her eyes were opened.

After the first few kisses, however, Casey closed her eyes and let her father take over.

"Mmm," she moaned as her head was tilted back and her mouth opened further, allowing him access to her tongue.

Casey offered almost no resistance as Matt savored her with his mouth. His desire only increased when he heard her moan softly, welcoming his kisses by parting her lips.

This is how it should always be, he thought, his tongue gliding seamlessly into her waiting mouth, mingling with hers. Easy, willing.

His manhood twitched in excitement, bulging between their bodies, as he explored her mouth with his tongue. His hands slid down her back cautiously but with a firm sense of direction, first over the curve of her hips and then onto her round ass, where he cupped one cheek in each hand, softly massaging her through her shorts.

"Mmm, Casey," he moaned with his lips locked to hers, his voice a rumbling growl deep in his throat.

Matt was normally a patient lover, especially if he knew or suspected that he was with someone who was inexperienced, but his entire body felt as if it was raging to feel Casey's touch. He didn't want to rush her, though, so he resisted, focusing on their kiss and what he could feel of her body pressing against him.

Their kissing started off slow, and although it was clear that they were both excited, they continued to take it slowly. Their kissing was passionate, but it wasn't frenzied. Casey could feel her father leaning in to kiss her, and his tongue slid into her mouth and began rolling around with hers. It was nice and wet, and the entire room was filled with the sound of their lips locking together.

Casey's eyes remained closed as her father placed his hands against the small of her back, and then she felt them drop lower and lower.

"Mmmf," she moaned, and she felt his strong hands reach down and grab at her ass, squeezing her butt cheeks through her shorts. Her round ass filled his palms, and she could feel him massaging her like a professional.

It was perfect.

She was making out with her father, and she didn't want it to end. The young girl was pulled upwards onto her toes as her ass was grabbed once again, and although she broke the kiss for just a moment, Casey couldn't help but lean back up and start in again.

Once he tamed his initial craving to take Casey then and there, Matt was able to enjoy just kissing her, savoring the taste of her lips and the sweet sounds she made in response. It had been a long time since he had simply made out with a woman for the sake of making out, and he was more than willing to lose himself in it with his daughter.

He let his hands roam, but not too aggressively. He gradually slid his way up her sides, learning the contours of her body as he made his way up toward the sides of her ample breasts, but always pulled back before he got there, returning his hands to her buttocks and enjoying the way her flesh felt in his hands as he kneaded and grasped at her body.

Eventually he pulled his lips away, just enough to gasp for air. He had every intention of diving back in for more of Casey's sweet kisses, but in that moment he looked at her and saw in her, however briefly, the uncertain girl meeting her father for the first time over dinner. That momentary recollection was enough to kick-start Matt's conscience and give control back over to his rational mind, and he froze.

"Casey... We need to stop. God, I want to keep going, but if we don't stop now I won't be able to later. I... We... I just need time to get this all straight in my head. I don't want to mess anything up by being too... eager."

Casey's body grew even more aroused as her father's hands kneaded her ass, grabbing it firmly and pulling her in deeper. Her large breasts rubbed up against his chest, and without a bra on underneath, Casey's tits were free to move around quite a bit under her shirt. Just when it seemed like her dad was about ready to start fondling her breasts, his hands moved away and returned to her fleshy ass.

He was tasting her... and she was tasting him.

They were just kissing... and it was so incredibly intense.

After a while, however, Casey's dad pulled away and warned her that he... they... needed to stop. After such an intense make-out session, however, Casey was left in almost permanent state of arousal. Her lips were still very wet, and her heavy breathing had caused her tits to heave against her chest. Her nipples were very pronounced, and as her already impressive tits swelled with arousal, they seemed ready to burst through the shirt.

Matt took a step backward, hoping the distance would help give him the resolve to follow through. Doing so, however, merely caused the image of Casey, his daughter, to slip away, once again replaced by Casey, the manifestation of his sexual desire. Her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva still lingering from their overwhelmingly arousing kissing. Her breasts were straining against the shirt he had given her, nipples hardened into little peaks and poking prominently through the fabric.

He raised one shaky hand to softly touch her hip. His attraction to her was magnetic, and he couldn't stand to not be touching her, even if it was just his fingers grazing her hip bone. Fingers soon became the palm of his hand, and then one hand became two. Slowly, his hands circled around to the small of her back, and then he felt himself being drawn in by his own arms, pulled closer and closer. It was no use, he realized. His body, his primal instinct to make her his - they would not allow him to stop, despite his mind's protest.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned when he felt Casey's soft breasts once again pressing and molding against his chest. He could feel her nipples now, even through the two layers of clothes that separated their bodies. He wanted to know what they felt like in between his fingers, or wrapped in his lips.

He felt his fingers curling, clenching handfuls of her shirt. Then he began to lift, exposing first her bare stomach, then the first glimpse of her ribs as the shirt rose higher and higher. He held his breath in anticipation, his eyes following the hem of her shirt every inch of the way.

Casey's body was in overdrive, and in order to obtain satisfaction, it employed every resource it had to draw her father back in. It had no concept of relations. It wanted one thing, and one thing only: pleasure. Casey continued to breathe heavily as her father wrapped his arms around her, and, when he drew close, Casey's large breasts were pressed up firmly against his body.

"Nnnn," Casey moaned, and her eyes opened and closed as she expected him to lean down and kiss her passionately.

But then she felt his fingers come around the hem of her shirt, and then he started lifting it up... up over her stomach. Angie's belly pushed out and then contracted as it matched her breathing, and her soft abdominal muscles put a clear focus on her navel. As the shirt lifted up higher, the underside of her ribs were exposed, and when it lifted even higher, Casey's breasts lifted with it.

Casey looked down towards her chest as her father lifted her shirt up, and the bottom half of her breasts were finally exposed.

Soon... they were bouncing freely against her chest. Casey's nipples were fully erect, and each areola had darkened and enlarged as her breasts swelled with intense arousal.

Once Casey's shirt had been taken off, she leaned up on her toes and kissed her father passionately before pulling away.

Matt felt like he was a kid in high school seeing his first pair of tits again as Casey's unbound, uncovered breasts spilled into his view in all their glory. They bounced up and down a few times before flopping into their natural position against her chest, wobbling with each slightest movement of her body. They put up a valiant fight against the pull of gravity, a sign of her youth, but even at her age, they sagged just slightly. Matt didn't care. If anything, it was proof that they were all natural, 100 percent Casey.

"Oh... my god," he whispered, letting out the breath that he had been holding.

He momentarily forgot his desire to touch Casey's breasts as he simply stood and took in the sight of them. Her areolas were a rich hue of pink and engorged with arousal, each one capped with a hard, firm nipple. He hadn't seen a pair so beautiful, so arousing since he had been with Casey's mother. Jenna had great tits and she let him play with them often, but she had more of an athletic body type with smaller breasts, and Matt was a breast man through and through.

"Oh, Casey," he groaned, repeating her name as he set his hands into motion from underneath her breasts, cupping and rubbing the soft undersides. "Casey... Casey..."

He moved his hands to palm her magnificent orbs, and found that it was a futile effort. His hands were fairly large, but her tits were bigger still, her soft, tantalizing flesh spilling out of his palms no matter how he grasped at her. Unable to hold them all at once, he was more than satisfied to glide his palms over each smooth, warm surface, as if feeling and caressing for imperfections, of which he could find none.

"Casey, baby," he said softly, "tell me how you like to be touched."

This was all very new for the young girl, but she couldn't help but feel a bit of pride well up within her as her father took in her chest. At first her dad simply admired them, and then he started exploring her, but it wasn't until his hands palmed her tits that she let out a soft moan of approval, and her impressive flesh spilled out between his fingers as her father palmed them delicately... as if they would break if grabbed too hard.

For now, Casey was content just to let him touch her breasts.

To test their weight.

To squeeze and knead and draw out moans from deep within her.

She had no idea how much time had passed when Casey began instinctively guiding her father's head to her chest.

Matt had already drawn his face nearer to Casey's body to take in the sight of her amazing tits, but he felt Casey urging him closer, her small hands tugging at his face and the back of his neck. He was more than willing to oblige her, letting her draw him into her until his face was buried in the warmth of the valley between her mounds. Like the rest of her, it radiated the sweet smell of the shampoo she had used, mixed with the increasingly erotic natural scent of her skin and body.

Matt wasted no time planting small kisses on the soft flesh that surrounded him. Each kiss became more and more aggressive, until he was hungrily sucking on Casey's breasts, his lips smacking against her flesh with each touch. His tongue joined his assault next, painting glistening wet trails of saliva on her skin in long, slow strokes. He purposely avoided her erect nipples, making sure he had lavished attention on every inch of her creamy skin before turning to the darker peaks. He hummed and moaned in pleasure as he moved from one breast to the other and back again, letting the sounds pass from his lips right into Casey's nubile body.

Like a mother drawing in her child, Casey drew her father's face in towards her breasts, and the older man's face came to rest squarely on the deep valley formed by her tits pressing against each other. Her cheeks became flushed as her father started kissing her breasts, planting them softly at first, and then becoming more and more aggressive with her.

It was like her dad was a world of his own.

Not that she minded.

Their bodies had migrated over towards the couch, and Casey kept her arms around her father's neck as she was brought down against the cushions.

"Ahh... nnn... ahh! Nnn!"

His tongue was drawing circles around her nipples, and by avoiding them at first he only increased her arousal. Her fleshy mounds glistened with his saliva, and her father's face was still buried against her chest. Eventually he started moving towards her nipples, circling his tongue around the darker skin surrounding them. She knew some men really liked breasts, but she had no idea just how much.

Casey's delightful little moans and gasps were music to Matt's ears as the two of them descended onto the couch cushions, his mouth still completely devoted to her breasts. Besides being a breast man, he had a weakness for women who vocalized their arousal, and whether she knew it or not, Casey was pressing all of his buttons. His cock ached and twitched with excitement.

When he finally turned his full attention to Casey's nipples, after briefly teasing the edges of her areolas with his tongue, he sucked one of the fleshy peaks into his mouth in one go, clamping his lips at the base and toying at the end of her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He moved back and forth between her breasts, sucking and tugging at her nipples with his mouth while flicking and licking them with his tongue. All the while, he massaged and fondled her titflesh with his hands.

Then, when he felt his daughter was ready, he brought his teeth to bear, nipping gently at her engorged nipples, testing her limit between pleasure and pain. He listened carefully for her response as he bit gently into the base of her nipple, then raked his teeth along the length of the stiff nub until they slipped off the end.

The young girl felt her father squeeze one breast with his hand, while the other hand fed her other breast into his mouth, and she moaned loudly in response. He took her entire nipple into his mouth, sucking on it like a hungry baby for several minutes, and filling the room with his slurping and licking. Several more minutes passed as he did the same to her other tit, squeezing it and feasting on her nipple.

Casey felt her tit plop out of his mouth, but it wasn't long before he was attacking her chest again. They could have stayed like that all night and she wouldn't have cared.

The tiny veins in her natural breasts became far more evident as her chest swelled with arousal, and her cheeks remained flushed pink as her father enjoyed her breasts, squeezing and fondling and massaging them with his hands and mouth.

It felt so damn good.

At least... until he started using his teeth. She winced at first, hoping that she could suffer through the discomfort, but after a while she tried to encourage her father to be more gentle with her fleshy mounds.

Matt sensed the change in Casey's reactions quickly, and eased up on the use of his teeth, placing softer, smaller kisses on her nipples and swirling his tongue upon them in what he hoped was a soothing, circular motion. He could tell that she wasn't used to that level of aggressiveness, and didn't want to cause her unnecessary discomfort.

Kissing his way back up to her neck, letting his hands take the place of his mouth on her breasts, he slid his lips up near her ear.

"I'm sorry, baby, did I hurt you?" he whispered. He kissed her face, her hair, her neck, and finally found his way to her lips again trying his best to let his kisses feel loving and reassuring.

His hands slid downward from Casey's breasts as they kissed, over her flat stomach, until they found the flare of her hips. He had tasted and devoured her breasts, but that had only filled him with a hunger for more of her. He wasn't sure how she would react, but his inner animal urged him to try. Slowly and deliberately, he slipped one finger under the waistband of her shorts, then another, then another, until he had hooked enough fingers under the elastic to begin tugging it downward.

Casey was breathing rather hard as her father started using his mouth in a much softer manner, sucking and licking them in a way that drew out a few delicate moans. He then moved up against her body while she was lying down on the couch, eventually making out with her and filling the room with the sound of their lips smacking against each other.

The incredible amount of saliva that her father had built up while feasting on her tits made the kissing even messier, but it only added to the experience.

Her father continued to grab at her tits, squeezing them and kneading them together which caused her to squirm a bit on the couch. She was so involved in the passionate kissing that she didn't notice his hands moving down her body, but when her shorts, and the boxers underneath, had come almost all the way off her ass, Casey felt her heat start pounding inside her chest.

She loved and trusted him, even as her virgin pussy lips glistened with anticipation.

Matt felt his body surging with adrenaline and excitement as Casey's shorts glided over the curve of her ass with no difficulty at all. The boxers she wore underneath began to roll a bit as he tugged them down her thighs and past her knees, but he pushed them down further, over her calves and to her ankles.

He felt the throbbing ache of his cock between his legs as he looked for the first time on Casey's exposed pussy, already wet with arousal. For some reason, he recalled something Dean had said to him once.

"The first time you get those panties down, man, it's like you're Christopher Columbus and you just discovered fucking North America."

Matt had been with numerous women and seen many vaginas in his life, but that didn't lessen his excitement at seeing Casey's nether lips for the first time. Things were speeding up now, his body and mating instincts urging him to press onward. He placed one hand on each of her thighs and gently but firmly spread them, opening a space between her legs for him to kneel.

He lowered his face between her outspread thighs without hesitation. Perhaps he should have moved a little more slowly, kissing his way down from her stomach, but he was no longer thinking clearly. He was ready for her, and he could see that she was ready for him. He wanted to taste her, to feel and savor her sweet nectar on his tongue.

Like a fresh bride the young girl was undressed, left entirely naked on the couch with her father kneeling in front of her, coming up between her legs. Her thighs weren't parting quickly enough, though they offered little resistance when her dad's strong hands pushed them apart. Casey looked down over the huge swell of her chest to see her dad lean forward eagerly, and she grabbed the couch cushions for support as his face became buried against her crotch.

"Hhh-huh... Nnn-huh... Nnn-huh..."

He was moving quickly, and Casey wasn't sure if she should ask him to stop or slow down. She squeezed the cushions as he came down against her, using his hot and wet mouth to taste her. Her pussy was wet and incredibly sensitive, and as soon as he started eating her she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. It was the first time anyone had ever gone down there, and she was so new to the experience that she had a hard time controlling herself.

Matt plunged in aggressively as soon as his mouth met Casey's hot, engorged pussy lips. Her juices were plentiful and already oozing from her core, and he was more than eager to lap them up. His tongue pierced her outer and inner lips in one thrust, pressing into her sopping, tight tunnel.

"Mmmmph!" he moaned, the sound muffled by the fact that his mouth was completely sealed onto Casey's pussy.

The sweet tang of her arousal flooded his taste buds as he lapped eagerly at her seemingly endless supply of natural lubrication. Eventually, he managed to slow himself. He had learned early on that women didn't always appreciate it when men came on too fast while going down on them, but in this instance he hadn't been able to help himself. Still, he knew he should dial it back and focus on Casey's pleasure. He wanted her to enjoy this.

After taking one more taste deep inside of her, he slowly withdrew his tongue from her tight pussy, then backed slightly away so that his lips were no longer touching her. He breathed in and out deeply, letting his breath come to a steady pace while blowing warm air gently against her glistening folds. Then, slowly and gently, he dragged the very tip of his tongue up the cleft of her labia, from just above her perineum all the way up to the hood of her clit, where he gave her nub a quick flick before sliding his tongue back down the way that it had come. He repeated the motion again and again, each time applying slightly more of his tongue, until finally he was pressing the entire surface of his tongue up and down youthful pussy.

Her father's tongue was the first thing to penetrate her virgin pussy, and Casey couldn't stifle her moans of intense pleasure. She could feel his mouth suck hungrily on her lips, drawing out even more of her natural juices. Her young body rewarded him for his efforts, letting out a steady stream that continued even after he had pulled away.

Casey was so incredibly high, and she felt a wave of pleasure course through her body as her father allowed his hot breath to wash over her.

Then he started in on her... using his tongue expertly to send tingles down her spine.

He did it again... only this time by forcing more of his tongue against her.

Again and again...

Casey was having a hard time holding it back. She had certainly experimented before, but this was the first time someone else had started drawing her to an orgasm. Her bare ass wiggled against the couch, and she held onto the cushions for support. Warm waves began coursing through her as she climaxed, leaving her relaxed but incredibly aroused.

He could tell from the way she squirmed and struggled, as if trying to burrow her body into the couch cushions, that Casey's pleasure was reaching a peak. He focused his attention on the hard bud of her clitoris, which was now fully exposed from underneath its hood, ready to receive the last push that would drive her over the edge.

His tongue flicked against her clitoris rapidly and he closed his lips around the small but potent nub. Casey's moans and noises urged him on, until finally he heard, tasted, and felt her reach her climax, before her body relaxed into the couch. He lapped at her pussy a few times to savor the taste of her cum, and then raised his head from between her thighs, his mouth and chin glistening with her juices.

He made the seemingly long climb back up her body to kiss her, breathing her in with each gasping breath. He was throbbing and hard, and he felt like he might burst. He ached to be inside of her.

"Casey," he gasped, between kisses. "I want you..."

He placed a hand over one of hers and guided her fingers to his body -- first his stomach, and then slowly downward, toward the bulge in his pants. He wanted her to feel how hard she had made him.

After climaxing, Casey felt incredibly relaxed, but once her father came up against her and started kissing her, her passion and desire was rekindled. The young girl wrapped her arms around her father's neck and pulled him in close, allowing their lips to lock for several long minutes. Her huge tits were squashed up against his powerful chest, and she could taste herself on his lips.

Between loud and heavy smacking, Casey heard her father say that he wanted her.

She could feel him rubbing up against her as he made out with her, perhaps in an effort to get her turned on again.

And it was working.

Casey's hand was guided down her father's body, and it eventually slipped inside his pants to find his hardened cock. She continued to kiss her father as her smaller fingers lightly touched his dick, and she could just how hard and warm it was.