A Very Merry Christmas - Sex Stories

A Very Merry Christmas

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My 17 year old daughter had been drinking all night. She was dressed in a short red Christmas dress with white fluffy trim, with a cute Christmas hat to match. She even had on turned up red felt shoes with a fluffy pompom on the turned up points. The dress was too short, especially for a f****y gathering, and I could feel every man’s eyes on her, every pubescent boy’s, even some women whom I had always suspected. My daughter’s a flighty girl with long blonde hair, full B-cup titties and slender tender legs. And as the night wore on she got steadily more and more d***k. It was embarrassing as she slurred her words, staggered, fell and finally passed out in front of the whole f****y. I picked her up and carried her upstairs. She’s not as light as once she was and I only just got her to the bed, where I staggered and dropped her barely onto the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. But as I stood up I saw that her short dress had gotten even shorter, flipping up onto her flat stomach. That’s when I saw my daughter wasn’t wearing panties. All night long she had been flaunting herself with no panties on! What was more, she was as bald as a baby’s bottom. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I just stood there looking as I heard the party continue downstairs. The only light in the room was from the landing light. But it cut a shaft through the room lighting up my baby’s slender thighs and mons. The rest of her was in shadow, but enough ambient ...

... light to see she was still out cold. I stood looking for what must have been a whole minute before I could move. Every father is curious about how his daughter is developing. Occasionally we get a tiny glimpse through an open door, in a mirror or accidentally walking into an unlocked bathroom. But what we really want is a good close up view. And I was being gifted it! I bent over and put my hands on my little girl’s knees. They were warm and smooth. I moved my hands slowly up my daughter’s slender teenage thighs right to the top, where my thumbs came into contact with the puffy outer lips of my daughter’s pussy. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help the gift before me. I rubbed gently down each side, exploring like a first time adolescent the pussy of a first girlfriend. I’ll admit that I played my thumbs up and down, rubbing her lips together with breathless excitement. I pried into her private folds, separating them and drinking in her teenage smell. My nose was close as I knelt between her soft smooth alabaster thighs. I had to. I reached out and touched her with tip of my tongue. Her velveteen folds opened easily to my probing tongue as I explored high and low as I could go. I had a hard on pushing into my jeans like a tent pole and I was beyond the point of no return. I released my aching bone and started to slowly feel it up and down. By now my daughter’s pussy was starting to moisten, and not just from my tongue. I moved lower and found her juicy hole, licking around ...