"Come on, baby. Bring that innocent cherry to daddy."

Bruce's tongue was already out when Silvia slipped and accidentally dropped her mound over his mouth.

Silvia squealed as a wet warm tongue sealed over her exposed intercourse. Oh, God! Her daddy's tongue.

"O, Daddy! Oh my God! Daddy, I'm so sorry! I slipped."

Silvia's mind went blank. She was practically sitting on her daddy's face. His mouth was between her thighs. Her cherry was creaming, hot and wet and her clitty throbbed with each swipe of his warm wet tongue.

Growling from the sweet taste of his daughter's cream, Bruce grabbed Silvia's hips and shoved his tongue up her rippling vulva. Now he was inside her forcing his tongue deep.

"Daddy!" Silvia squealed.

"I think your tongue accidentally slipped inside my cherry. I'm so sorry, daddy. I'm trying to move it. I promise I never meant for this to happen, but... Oooh, God! That feels so good. I'm mean, no! Oh my God! I'm sorry, daddy. I'm trying not to love it! I promise. But you're making my cherry wet!"

Conflicted, Silvia whined and moaned as she rocked her hips freaking back on her daddy's tongue. Silvia's tongue screwed vulva was in heaven. Each wiggle of her hips helped drive Bruce's lapping, stabbing tongue deeper inside her tender hot hole, not pushing it out. If Silvia weren't careful, she would be helping her daddy screw her.

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Bruce was tired. For the third night in a row, he hadn’t slept well. Bruce had been on edge since he and his wife discussed the possibility of ending their relationship. At forty-seven, Bruce felt his dream of having a child of his own slipping away. He met Estelle, a kind woman with a daughter, seven years ago. They married with the agreement that they both wanted children or, for Estelle, more children. After years of trying, they had to accept that it wasn't going to happen, not without the aid of a surrogate.

Bruce was as fertile as a bull, but Estelle’s doctor and specialist regrettably confirmed that she could no longer carry a child. They were both very sad about the news, but Bruce tried to hide his disappointment when he noticed how the guilt and grief affected his wife. Estelle felt responsible, knowing she would not be able to give him what he always wanted. It was one of the reasons they married. For two years, that grief, guilt, and disappointment festered until Estelle started talking divorce.

Bruce didn’t know if his wife had fallen out of love with him or if she was simply trying to let him off the hook. He was a good-looking guy, strong and fit, and still at an age where having children was possible. He was still fond of Estelle, but Bruce had to admit the years of fertility testing, and pregnancy disappointments put a strain on their marriage and a massive dent in their relationship. The spark was gone, died years ago, and intimacy between them was practically nonexistent.

Worse, an eighteen-year-old temptation was walking around the house, haunting Bruce’s filthiest dreams and testing his control.

Estelle’s daughter Silvia threatened to be the nail in Bruce’s coffin, which is why his temper flared back to one hundred as soon as he walked through the door.

What he did not want was for his libido to be tested, his filthy lustful thoughts about his little girl filling his head, leaving him with a massive throbbing hard-on at the sight of Silvia’s hot body.

After seven years, of course, Bruce cared for the sweet girl, but within the last thirteen months, Bruce was afraid his feelings for Silvia had turned into something else, something more, something not so appropriate. How could they not? Besides being a bit absentminded and adorably naïve, Silvia was one of the kindest, giving people Bruce knew. She was as beautiful as any woman he’d ever seen, with a smile as soothing as a beach sunset and a delicious curvy body that near drove Bruce out of his mind.

Straight, Silvia was the first thing he wanted to see when he got home. He wanted her to jump into his arms for a warm tight hug allowing him to caress his big hands over her firm body while stealing a few innocent pecks. Last time Bruce got away with cupping one of Silvia’s melon breasts and tweaking her pointy papilla, all while caressing soft pecks against her pouty mouth. The entire scene left Bruce hard as a rock. By now, his body couldn’t resist sprouting wood, but he didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off his luscious little stepdaughter.

Bruce dreamt of getting his mouth on Silvia’s breasts, licking and sucking those firm melons, and nursing on her nips. In his dreams, his daughter was always undressed, straddling his lap and riding his massive hard shaft while he buried his face in her heavenly warm bosom. He drowned in Silvia’s unique erotic scent as he sucked her lovely pale boobs while burying his hungry shaft deep inside of her virginal pudendum. There were other wicked hot things Bruce wanted to do to his daughter, dirty things that had him considering Estelle’s talk of divorce.

At first, Bruce thought he was being loyal and valiant, sticking by Estelle for so long as their marriage slowly fell apart. When he started examining his feelings, Bruce realized he remained in the marriage because of Silvia. His lust and desire for her were overwhelming, and he didn’t want to lose her.

Entering their home after a long day, Bruce found himself once again picking up after his absentminded stepdaughter. Silvia thought nothing of tossing her items around the house, stepping out of her intimate apparel, and leaving them on the floor as if shrugging off the stress of a demanding workday.

Bruce understood a woman’s need to be comfortable coming home at the end of the day, but Silvia had a bad habit of stepping out of her panties as soon as she walked through the door.

Silvia should be thanking him that her mother hadn’t found those panties, or she would have jumped to the worst conclusion. All Bruce needed to find Silvia was to follow the random items throughout the house until he came upon her in the study.

And there she was, Bruce’s barely legal bombshell, standing halfway up the bookshelf ladder in a skirt so short you could see her firm round butt. Seeing as she was bare underneath immediately made Bruce’s shaft twitch. How in was he supposed to control himself when Silvia constantly flashed her butt like that? The skimpy blue lace panties in his hand had Bruce’s shaft doubling in size, knowing the soft material had been pressed against his daughter’s vulnerable kitty all day.

“Silvia, come down here.” Bruce sighed, urging his stepdaughter down.

Bruce’s edgy mood was now mixing with his horniness, the forbidden, unbridled lust that had been plaguing him all day with thoughts of his eighteen-year-old daughter. Of all the wicked and dirty things he wanted to do to Silvia's kitty, and now this. Bruce could easily see right up her skirt.

It was evident as Silvia stretched one leg out, reaching for the book she wanted and flashing her bare kitty, that she hadn’t replaced the panties in his hand.

“We need to talk, baby. What are you doing up there anyway?”

“Daddy, you’re home.” Silvia glanced over her shoulder at her scowling stepfather, a mountainous bear of a man at 6’6, broad and cut with ropes of muscle and a copper mustache and beard. “I need this book for my report, daddy. I was trying to finish my homework early because I hoped you would let me go shopping with my friends.”

“On a school night?” Bruce frowned, fisting his daughter’s discarded panties.

Bruce gazed up at Silvia’s butt and undressed kitty. He didn’t mind the view.

Silvia’s bottom lip pushed out. She sighed, turning back to the books lining the shelf. After retrieving the one she wanted, Silvia started making her way down. Bruce went over to hold the ladder. He couldn’t help but admire Silvia’s shapely legs and the perfect shape of her bubbled butt. Bruce was standing close, purposely standing right under Silvia’s body. He knew she would have trouble descending without bumping him.

Bruce licked his lips at the sight of his little girl’s undressed kitty, that smooth pale skin with its hot secretive slit as if it had any chance of hiding Silvia’s forbidden hole and cherry. Bruce’s mouth watered, knowing his eager tongue would part those delicate kitty lips with one wet aggressive lick. Christ, the sight of his daughter’s innocent kitty and butt had Bruce’s shaft jumping painfully in his pants. He could smell a hint of Silvia’s fashionable fragrance she put on that morning and the fresh erotic scent of her natural warm skin.

Circling her ankle, Bruce caressed a hand up the back of Silvia’s leg from ankle to thigh. He took advantage and squeezed her meaty flesh, shaping the back of her knee and up between her legs to her inner thigh. There Bruce caressed the warm silken flesh, holding her leg to aid in balancing her.

“You need to be careful, baby,” Bruce murmured, looking up his daughter’s skirt and brushing a thumb against her hairless mound.

The touch was so subtle it seemed accidental. Still, Silvia moaned a little as Bruce pressed his thumb against her delicate flesh, gently tracing the line of her slit and running the pad of his thumb over her kitty lips.

The breath went out of Silvia as her entire body shook with erotic tingles behind her daddy’s gentle touch. She moaned, feeling his thumb between her legs. Her kitty clenched. Her pudendum walls tightened and threatened to cream on her daddy’s finger, lightly touching her there.

“Daddy,”

“I’ve got you, Little Puss. Come down.”

Bruce allowed his thumb to part his daughter’s slit. He felt her warmth and her cream as he spread her kitty.

On shaky legs, Silvia began to descend. When Silvia’s butt brushed Bruce’s forehead, she gasped, missing the next step so that she lost her footing completely. Fighting to regain her balance, Silvia swayed awkwardly, trying to catch herself on one foot while fighting to find the step with her second.

A hot starved beast rose in Bruce’s body, fed by the forbidden lust for his teen daughter. He threw back his head and grinned lustily, anticipating the kitty coming his way. He could smell Silvia’s fresh young pudendum as it lowered over his head. He greedily drew in the scent of her teen intercourse, using his thumb to caress between her slit until he found her cherry.

Silvia gasped and whimpered as she felt her daddy's heavy breaths on her kitty. Bruce was like a vampire scenting blood. His breaths came hot and hard, deep and strong. What a gorgeous little kitty slowly inching its way toward his mouth. Bruce’s mouth watered for a taste. He groaned as Silvia’s butt settled on his forehead.

He should have moved. Any decent father would have simply caught his little girl’s hips, lifted her up, and helped her down. Quick, easy, and complete, but not Bruce. He was desperate and hungry and tired of resisting this particular forbidden piece of kitty.

Licking his chops, Bruce lifted his chin and opened wide.

“Come on, baby. Bring that innocent kitty to daddy.”

Bruce’s tongue was already out when Silvia slipped and accidentally dropped her mound over his mouth.

Silvia gasped and squealed as a wet warm tongue sealed over her exposed intercourse. Oh, God! Her daddy’s tongue.

“O, Daddy! Oh my God! Daddy, I’m so sorry! I slipped. Let me just get my footing and find the step.”

But Bruce was already licking, lashing his tongue over Silvia’s cherry, skillfully pecking and sucking his daughter’s kitty lips to spread her open. Bruce caressed and teased his tongue between Silvia’s smooth mounds from her kitty lips to her cherry like a man with years of practice eating kitty and making it cream. He pecked and plucked his little girl’s petals, slowly exploring as Silvia tried to shift her weight off his head.

Bruce stood firmly under her, forehead pushed between her legs nestled against her butt. There was no way to get away from his mouth, and Bruce sure wouldn’t allow it now. He’d waited a long time for this particular kitty. It was bad enough that she wasn’t entirely a virgin.

A few months back, Silvia had given in to peer pressure, and to Bruce's dismay, had intercourse with her steady boyfriend. It still burned Bruce that his daughter had given in to the varsity football punk, but what could he do? She was an adult now. She had every right. He just wished she’d practiced those rights with him.

Groaning from the taste of her forbidden teen intercourse, Bruce pecked his daughter’s kitty as though he were making out with her mouth. He sighed at the taste of her skin, slurping her sweet cream and the soft silky petals rubbing against his lips.

Silvia’s mind went blank as a ball of hot raw lust rushed her body. That tongue on her kitty was doing wicked things, and there was no controlling her naughty pudendum from creaming. She wasn’t given a chance to adjust or catch her balance. Out of nowhere, she suddenly had a tongue on her kitty, slashing her throbbing cherry. But it was her daddy’s lips, her daddy’s tongue.

Silvia released a deep moan and tried to lift her leg that couldn’t find perch on the step. She made one last attempt to get her kitty off her daddy’s mouth, but Bruce pushed it over his shoulder and held her butt to keep her in place.

“Daddy! Oh, God!”

The feel of his scratchy beard rubbing against her smooth-shaven mound was too much. The rough texture against her powder-soft skin felt too good. She always heard the dark myth that a girl could feel more when she shaved her kitty bare, and now she was experiencing it firsthand. But this was wrong. This was so wrong.

Silvia was practically sitting on her daddy’s face. His mouth was between her thighs. Her kitty was creaming, hot and wet and her cherry throbbed with each swipe of his warm wet tongue. Her daddy’s lips and tongue were aggressively moving over her undressed kitty, making her belly ache and her pudendum clenched behind the sweet erotic sensation of a man’s mouth down there. For the first time, Silvia’s kitty was being greedily eaten out. Her daddy's deep hungry groans against her kitty made Silvia ache with need. She could feel it vibrate up her channel. Her papilla pebbled. Her breasts felt heavy. The more he pecked and licked her, the more Silvia became painfully aware of her body, driving her lust and need for screw.

But it was a place no daddy’s mouth should be. What if her daddy figured out she wanted more? Could he tell she’d already had intercourse? He would know why her kitty was creaming so hard now that he had his mouth on it.

Wiggling to get her kitty off her daddy’s mouth, Silvia attempted another apology. If she stayed any longer, he would know how turned-on she was. He would know that she was creaming. Creaming with lust for her own daddy. He would be able to smell it and taste it on his tongue. The thought of her daddy finding out that she enjoyed his lips and tongue on her kitty, his scratchy beard against her thighs and mound, was just too embarrassing.

“Daddy! I’m sorry. Please, help me up. Just lift me a little, so I can get my kitty off..”

But it was precisely what Bruce was aiming for. He wanted to get his daughter off. He wanted to give her an climax. When Silvia pushed her butt back to make another attempt at removing her kitty from his mouth, Bruce’s tongue flicked from her cherry to her open pudendum hole. Without warning, his tongue slipped inside. He was inside of her.