Natural Forces Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Natural Forces Ch. 01

... squirted more cream, each time lower down her back. I knew that I couldn't take all day, though, so I was soon working on the upward sweep of her lower back that led to the mounds of her arse.

I smeared the cream over her skin and let my hands slip just a little under her bikini bottoms. I could feel the very beginning of Trish's arse crack. I'd never touched my daughter like this before.

"I don't want to get the cream on your bikini briefs," I said nonchalantly, in case she was suspicious of my hand movements, "but I don't want you to get skin cancer either."

"All OK, Dad," she said.

"You know it'd be much easier if you didn't wear them at home," I said laughing, trying to reinforce the idea of nude swimming in her mind.

"Yeah, probably," she said kind of dismissively.

My mind was fetishising and fantasising about touching Trish's body. Her cute bum in particular. My cock was stiff. I wanted to rub its head up and down her arse crack. I imagined my cream ejaculating all over her arse and pooling in her arsehole. Were these normal thoughts that all Dads have about their daughters?

My cock was tenting in my shorts. It would be so easy to pull my daughter's bikini bottoms down below her knees and expose her sweet little arsehole. I could feast my eyes on Trish's backdoor before spreading her arse cheeks apart to feast on her hole with my tongue.

But I wasn't brave or desperate enough,... yet. And it would be a risky move. I moved away and discreetly ...

... removed my shorts. My cock was still thinking about Trish and was as high as a kite. I slipped quietly into the pool and hoped the water would cool me down. It didn't seem to work.

I thought some mundane conversation might help get my mind on another track.

"Hey, Trish," I said light heartedly, "you've been home a week, today. Why don't we have a little dinner tonight to celebrate your one week anniversary?"

Trish languidly stirred on the banana lounge, "Um, yeah, Dad," she said, "sure that sounds good." "Great," I responded, thinking the preparations would take my mind off my daughter's body for a few hours. "Chicken Tikka Masala and rice sound OK?"

"Yum," she said, "my favourite."

I was in the pool, Trish was close-by, sprawled on the banana lounge. She could only see my head. My cock had wormed its way into my hand as we chatted.

"Cool," I replied, "leave it all to me. I'll take care of everything."

I had automatically started taking care of my cock's needs as we chatted.

"OK, Dad," she said smiling, "it's nice to be pampered by a man for a change."

I was stroking myself hard now, imagining "pampering" her with my cock.

"Even if it's just my Dad," she added and sort of ruined the image in my mind.

We both laughed and I made my pretend hurt face. I was sort of miffed, I guess, by the tone of the "just my Dad" bit, but instead of dampening my imagination, it made it become more aggressive. I imagined taking Trish by force, fucking her against her ...