Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2024 18:57:38 +0000 From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com Subject: Daddy's amateur massages - Ch 04 Daddy's amateur massages TRACK 04 AUTHOR NOTE: This is a story about a father and his daughter, Alice. He's been giving her amateur massages for years. But as she gets older, he starts to notice that his massages are having an unexpected effect on her. Alice is getting aroused by them. How does he react to that? The initial chapters mainly talk about Alice and her dad. In later chapters, Alice has a friend from school who starts coming over, too. I was listening to a playlist while I wrote these chapters, and the names of the songs are included with each chapter (called "tracks"), in case you're interested. :) Just copy/paste them in a YouTube search and you should find the song I listened to while I wrote each chapter. Please know that this story is a complete work of fiction. Nothing in this story is based on a real-life scenario. 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Thank you for your support! ================================================ [track 04 torture] [song: how deep is your love by calvin harris] It dawned on me with sudden clarity that I knew the reason I was reluctant to get myself off. If I gave in and stroked myself, I would cum for ages. That, I was certain of. I craved it, honestly. And most times, when I thought about it, I pictured myself painting my daughter's beautiful little nine-year-old body with my cum. What I also knew is that once I released that much sexual tension, it would leave me empty. My passion would be gone, and my senses would probably return to normal. My fear was that I would realize just how inappropriate and wrong my behavior was, and that I would stop myself from repeating it. But I didn't want it to end. I didn't want to stop experimenting with my daughter. I didn't want to stop turning her on so much that she couldn't help but masturbate the second I left the room. Or even while I was in the room sometimes, for that matter. But the intensity of my cock's demands were ever increasing. The night before, standing outside her bedroom door while she brought herself to climax had been an experience like no other for me. And it was one I wanted to repeat. Which is how I ended up in the same exact position the following night, kneeling between my daughter's legs on her bed and staring at her naked chest. Her mouth was open slightly, her lower lip jutting out a little further than the upper. She was watching me while I kneaded my fingers against her stomach. I slid my hands slowly down her skin until I reached her shorts. Letting my fingers glide over the bump of elastic at her waist, I tickled them against the silky material, across the tops of her thighs until I met bare skin again. Alice made a soft noise which drew my head up, staring at her face. She had her mouth open wider, but I could tell she was holding her breath. The pleasure pumping through my cock seemed to have full control of me. Placing four fingers from each hand vertically on her thighs, I twisted my wrists and let my thumbs caress their way down the sides of her legs, onto her inner thighs. Alice tensed but otherwise held completely still. Sucking in a shaky breath, I started rubbing her thighs, squeezing my fingers and thumb so that I was applying pressure on both the tops and inner sides at the same time. Then I slowly kneaded my way up, drawing ever closer to the center where her legs met. Where her treasure lay. Oh how I wanted to tickle her little pussy! My entire body was shaking as I slowly kneaded my way further and further up her legs. My thumbs moved on their own, switching from kneading, to rubbing, to caressing. Closer I moved. My body started shaking harder. My cock was pulsing with fire. Her inner thighs were hot and ever so slightly damp with sweat. I stopped breathing as I worked my hand a tad higher on her leg, until my fingers slid just underneath the lower hems of her shorts. Unable to stop myself, I slowly tilted my wrists down so my thumbs started to slide toward the tops of her legs. That also put them closer to her little cunny. I was shaking so hard, I don't know how I managed to keep my hands steady. Inch by inch my thumbs slid up until suddenly, I could feel the heat that was emanating from her little girl pussy. Oh god! I had to touch it. With a final flick of my wrists, I flipped my thumbs upward and felt them both sink lightly into the squishy flesh of her lips. "UHHNNNNNNN--" Alice moaned, cutting off abruptly as my hands completed their twist and my thumbs slid up above her squishy mound. Oh my god! I had just fingered my daughter's pussy lips! I felt like I was hyperventilating. My cock was tingling on the verge of an enormous explosion. What was I doing? Had I seriously just touched my daughter's pussy? My nine-year-old fucking daughter's pussy! Sanity tried to enter my mind, but it was not having an easy time. My arousal was too strong. I was swimming in it. Dizzy, I felt myself swaying on my knees, between my daughter's legs. Alice's voice pierced through, stoking the flames of the passion within me. Her words were soft, almost whispering, "More, daddy." I tried to focus on her, but everything was doubled. Had I stopped breathing? I couldn't remember the last time I had taken in any air. Spots started appearing in front of my eyes. I felt reality slipping away. My world was so small. It was only me cock and my daughter and everything that came with her. I desperately wanted to lurch forward and plunge myself inside of her. And she wanted more. I had a lot more to give her. Sucking in, I managed to breathe again, and the spots faded. My daughter's body jostled against my legs, pulling my attention to her once more. I watched in fascination as her hands slid up her sides onto her stomach and then immediately began to crawl south. When she reached her shorts, her hands slid on top of them, nestling right down to where my thumbs had so recently trespassed. She slid one hand lower while holding the other hand up a few inches. Then, to my devilish pleasure, she started diddling herself. I watched how she went to work on herself. Tilting my head just so, I could tell that she had two fingers from one hand pressing against her vaginal opening while the fingers from her other hand were swaying from side to side in the vicinity of her clitoris. Oh yes, this little girl knew what she was doing. Somehow, I held myself erect, staring at the angelic fantasy beneath me. And for the first time in my life, I watched exactly how a nine-year-old girl masturbates. It was enrapturing. I couldn't pull my gaze away if the house was on fire. As I stared, Alice started breathing harder. Her hands were moving in circles, pressing into herself through the fabric of her shorts, probing against her pussy. Each hand was swirling in the opposite direction. Her breathing got louder still. My cock started twitching with pleasure. I was on the brink of an orgasm. One slip of my will and I would go over the edge, but I held on. By a thread. Alice continued touching herself, breathing harder and harder. She sped up her circular movements. When I flicked my eyes up briefly, I saw hers open and staring at me. Her mouth was open, too. Her body started to tremble. She rubbed herself faster. Her breathing was so loud, I felt like she had her mouth pressed up against my ear. "HUHHHH HUHHHHHHH HUHHHHHHHH HUHHHHHHH HUHHHHHHHHH HUHHHHHHHH HUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH HUUUUUHHHHHHHH HHHHUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she exhaled repeatedly. She was close. I could tell. And suddenly, more than anything in the world, I wanted to help her cross the finish line. My body heaved forward, my arms outstretched. They landed on her chest and my fingers immediately sought out my daughter's nipples. I felt clumsy, but I managed to get my thumbs positioned just so and started sliding them up and down across each of her nipples at the same time. That did it. "DADDY!" Alice cried out with the sweet voice of a goddess. Then her body twitched. It twitched again, and then another time, harder. Her twitches got stronger and more frequent. I stared at the little girl writhing beneath me, my thumbs still rubbing rapidly across her nipples. She transformed, twitches turning to convulsions. When I looked at her face, her eyes were rolling back in her head, her mouth open wide. She wasn't making any sound, except short gasps. My daughter's orgasm must have lasted a solid three minutes. Longer than any orgasm I had ever experienced, for sure. Her hands were snug between her legs the entire time, still moving as she groped and diddled herself through her shorts. Slowly, the convulsions lessened, replaced by full body tremors. Alice started to breathe again. Deep gasping breaths. I swiped my thumbs one final time across her nipples and then pulled my hands off her chest, pushing myself upright again. I realized that I was completely out of breath, too. God damn that was intense as fuck! When I looked at my daughter's face, I couldn't help but stare in wonder. Her features were soft, her cheeks still slightly puffy in a way that screamed "child". Shaking my head slowly, I was in complete disbelief at what I had just witnessed. A nine-year-old should not even know about orgasms, let alone have such a strong one. With a shudder, I closed my eyes briefly, focusing on my own arousal. My penis was still tingling just as strongly as it had been earlier. I still felt right on the immediate brink of a mind twisting orgasm. When I opened my eyes once more, I continued my unrestrained perusal of her nubile body. Her chest heaved gently with her faster-than-normal breathing as she continued coming down from her orgasmic high. Tracing the contours of her skin down, I noticed a sheen of sweat covering her belly. Further down than that, I stopped, staring at her waist. She still had her hands pressed between her legs, as if holding on for support. They weren't moving anymore, but her knuckles were still bent where she had so expertly gotten herself off. Surrounding her hands was an unmistakable damp ring which, even as I stared at it, continued to spread. Immediately around her fingers, her shorts were so wet that they were glistening. My god. She must have spewed at least half a liter of her little girl juice in her shorts. My cock pulsed uncontrollably. The all-too-familiar sensation of an imminent orgasm pushed at me from within. Oh how sweet it would be to just let it loose right in that moment. To drop my pants and free my aching burden. To unload my year of pent-up cum all over my daughter's beautiful body. I gasped as the thought made the tingling rise even higher. Scrambling backwards in a panic, I literally fell off the bottom edge of my daughter's bed, landing with a thud. I got up quickly and hurried from her room without even telling her goodnight. The tingling in my cock grew stronger still. I started running down the hall but the friction of my pants against my penis made me stumble and trip, tumbling to the ground in a heap. Fuck! I was going to cum! Dragging myself with my hands, I made it to the bathroom and stood up. Panting, I strode to the shower and cranked the cold water knob. Without even taking my clothes off, I jumped in. My entire pelvis was on fire with orgasmic sensation, but Jesus that water was cold! Reaching down, I unbuttoned my jeans and held the front flaps open, leaning back to let the cold water splash inside. I felt it against my cock, and I swear I could hear it sizzling like water on a hot frying pan. It was a very agonizing twenty minutes I spent in the shower. But I finally managed to get my orgasm back under control. I stripped out of my clothes and left them hanging over the curtain rod and then made my way to my bedroom, naked. As I started through the door, I thought I saw a shadow move down the hall. When I looked toward Alice's room, she was nowhere in sight. As I slid into bed and pulled the blanket over myself, I tried to catch my breath. My body was numb, but pleasantly so. And I noticed that my cock was still tingling, just not as much. It was still hard. Maybe not quite as hard as it had been, but I had practically forgotten what a soft cock felt like. Lying in bed, trying to get some semblance of sleep, I had to ask myself--why did I keep up this insane torture? I did finally fall asleep that night, and dreamt of my daughter's naked, porcelain body. When I woke the next day, the tingling was back. With a vengeance.