Hank And McKenzie: Father And Daughter - Sex Stories

Hank And McKenzie: Father And Daughter

... me.”

Hank could tell his daughter was crying softly. Her body trembled in his arms. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the top of her head. His penis was almost entirely erect now and he knew she must be able to feel it against her belly. He noticed the faint, intoxicating scent of strawberries of her shampoo. Placing a hand under her chin, Hank lifted his daughter’s face and smiled as reassuringly as he could.

“I didn’t know you used that kind of language,” he said but in an obviously playful tone.

McKenzie chuckled. Wiping away the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, he continued, “I agree we cannot go back, McKenzie. Things have changed and I’m not going to pretend I’m sorry. Hiding all of this from you was difficult. But wanting what we both want is one thing. The choice to actually do it entails a lot more. It would be an enormous step, and one we could not take back. It requires more talking, more thinking, more time.”

The teen nodded and placed her hand once more against her father’s chest. She snickered as she rubbed ever so slightly against his bulge. “I don’t have much experience to go on, Dad, but it seems at least some parts of you have made up their mind.”

Hank groaned spontaneously. He tightened his hold around his daughter. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. Yet her words raised an issue that had to be addressed. Stepping back so they were holding hands and able to see each other’s face, Hank asked his daughter, “I ...

... guess I should know – just how much experience do you have?”

McKenzie laughed a bit nervously. “Not much,” she said softly. “I’ve kissed a few guys. I rubbed off a football player after a game a couple of months ago, but through his pants.” She added in a barely audible voice, “That’s it.”

Hank nodded. Even more blood seemed to be rushing to his groin. She was a virgin. He was both thrilled and slightly alarmed at how that fact ignited the lust surging in him. His daughter was an innocent and she wanted him to have her.

“There’s no shame in that,” Hank managed to say. “As your father, I’m glad to hear it.”

McKenzie tilted her head and grinned. “I can see you are,” she said, glancing down quickly at the obvious swelling in his shorts. “I guess it’s true that guys like the idea of deflowering girls.”

Hank held her gaze. “Yeah,” he said, pulling her toward him, “most guys do. But do you know what is even better than popping some girl’s cherry?”

McKenzie beamed up at her dad, tears again forming in her eyes. “Making your own little girl a woman, Dad?”

“Fuck yeah,” he replied as Hank lowered his face and kissed his daughter as a man kisses the woman he loves. McKenzie threw her arms around her father and returned his kiss with frantic enthusiasm. After a few moments, the couple came up for breath. With both of them breathing hard, Hank placed his hands on his daughter’s shoulders.

“Okay, McKenzie. Listen,” he said. “Like I said, we need to think this through. I ...