Daddy's Little Girl (Chapter 4)
Eric tried to be philosophic about what had happened. Melinda was a young girl with lots of raging hormones. It was only natural for her to see her father as a sexual being. It would be strange for it to be any other way. He would just have to be more careful.
When Melinda came down wearing a tank top and a short skirt, Eric was astounded again. He could almost see the indentation of her sex lips in the crotch. She couldn't have panties on, he thought, trying not to stare. Eric was also amazed when he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Melinda's large breasts stood out proudly. She could feel them swaying freely under her top and her hard nipples poking through the material as she walked toward her dad.
"Do I look okay this time?" Melinda said noticing Eric's appreciative look.
"You look absolutely stunning, sweet pea."
Melinda smiled sweetly at her dad and took his arm, squeezing it to the side of her breast as they walked out the door.
The park was a large facility with numerous picnic tables, thick woods and a large lake with rowboats. Eric and Amanda used to go there quite often when Melinda was young, to let her play on the swings and swim in the lake.
When they arrived, the park was buzzing with activity. There were 60 or 70 people at the picnic, representing the school, family and friends. Eric jumped out and opened the door for his daughter. They walked proudly toward the group picnic area.
It was quickly obvious that everyone noticed Eric. The girls and their mothers drooled and the men looked jealous. Some of the women tried to come on to Eric but he put them all off saying he had a date, his daughter. Melinda strutted around like a peacock, never letting her dad get too far from her sight.
After everyone had eaten, played some volleyball, and did some rowing on the lake, the crowd started to thin. Melinda and Eric took their blanket and went up the hill and found a place under a large oak tree, a good distance from the crowd. Eric had had a little too much to drink and swayed as he helped Melinda place the blanket on the ground. He seemed to be drinking a lot more lately.
The two of them sat watching the people below, enjoying the cool, early summer breeze.
Melinda put her arm around her dad, snuggling against him. "I love you, dad," she whispered.
"I love you too, Melinda," Eric said, turning to his daughter.
Melinda saw a tear in his eye.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Melinda said with concern.
"Nothing sweet pea, it's just that this is so perfect. Your mom and I used to bring you here all the time. We even sat under this tree. I feel the best that I've felt since your mother died. Thank you for being here for me," Eric said leaning in close and wrapping his arms around her.
"I will always be here for you, dad."
As Eric's arms were squeezing his daughter to him, he realized that his hand was touching her breast again. This time it was the side of her breast, where it swelled out from the tank top. Eric moved his hand slowly, touching her soft breast outside the material of her top. He held his breath as he waited for her to stop him.
Melinda felt what Eric was doing. She didn't want to start a fight so she let him gently rub her breast. However, that familiar feeling started in her lower region again. Goose bumps appeared on her arms and she leaned heavily into her dad's strong chest.
Eric worked his fingers across the soft material very slowly. He kept it up for a long time, waiting for her to grab his hand like she had done at the movie. When she made no move to stop him, he opened his hand and slid it under her breast, then slowly lifted up. His head began to spin when he held one full, cloth-covered breast in the palm of his hand. His penis throbbed in his pants. He felt the point of her now hard nipple as it almost burned his palm.
Eric's alcohol fogged brain began to scream warnings. Yet, the pulsing in his groin blocked it out.
He thought he heard her moan. But no, she was breathing heavy and regular. He looked at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. The weight of her body against him made him think that she might be asleep. Tommy moved his hand down and under the tank top to the warm skin of her stomach. Slowly he moved his hand upward, inch by inch. He felt an electric shock when the side of his hand touched bare skin. He thought he was going to cum in his pants. He took a deep breath and turned his hand over, palm up. Now he held the full bare breast of his own daughter in his hand. He waited for what seemed like an eternity for his mother to react. When she didn't move, he began to squeeze it. He played with the heavy breast gently, feeling the fullness and the warmth of her flesh, fearing all the time that he would wake her.
Eric's mind was reeling. The blood was pounding in his head. He couldn't think straight. He knew he should stop this but his libido and the wine was in control.
He cupped and kneaded one breast before sliding across to do the same to the other. He moved slightly and let his daughter slide sideways and into his arm, her back pressed to his now pulsing penis. He sighed with relief when saw that her eyes were still closed. Then he shifted his view and he watched his hand move freely under her top.
Melinda lay as quietly as she could, letting her dad explore her breasts. She could feel his erection pressing to her back and throbbing. It felt huge. Her hips wanted to move as she fought to control her breathing.
Eric squeezed and lifted the breasts and then moved on to play with the hard nipple. Slowly, his hand lifted the top until a large orb was bare. His eyes were wide as he stared at the smooth white skin and the long pink nipple. His squeezed the flesh gently. He was fascinated as he watched his hand knead her soft flesh.
Melinda finally had to stop this. She stirred and felt Eric quickly pull his hand from her breast, letting her top cover her again. Then she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "I must have fallen to sleep. I'm sorry, I seem to be doing that when I drink. How long was I out?"
"Uh... oh not long."
"Let's take a walk," Melinda said standing up. Suddenly, she felt lightheaded and almost fell.
Eric quickly stood beside her and steadied her.
They walked hand in hand down a path that led toward the lake. It was impossible for Eric to hide the bulge in his pants. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He shook his head, thinking that it might all have been a dream.
Melinda's eyes kept glancing down at her dad's crotch. She almost felt sorry for him as she saw his confined penis pulse with need.
Soon the two reached a small clearing near the lake.
"Let's sit down here, dad."
They sat there in silence looking out over the glistening lake. They could see specks in the distance on the lake that had to be people rowing small boats. Coming from far away they could hear the faint sounds of children laughing and playing. At that moment, everything was perfect.
"Dad," Melinda said breaking the silence, "Do..do...you think I could kiss you again?" She said, smiling slyly at him.
Eric sucked in her breath. He couldn't answer right away. Somehow, he knew that this question would come up again. He had practiced how to tell him no gently. He didn't want to hurt her. However, all of the practice went out the window when he was faced with the question. Instead of a firm no, he said, "I suppose so, but just one."
Melinda's heart leaped in her chest. Nervously, she turned to her father and brought his lips to hers. As their lips pressed together, he pulled her into his bare chest. When he opened his mouth, she didn't wait for her tongue; she pushed hers into his warm and wet mouth. She could taste the wine he had drunk. When her tongue pulled out, her father's followed, pressing into her mouth. He sucked on her tongue and heard her moan. The kiss went on and on, turning into a second kiss and then a third. Eric took a chance, brought his hand up, and slid it under his daughter's top, touching her breast again.
Melinda wasn't pretending to be asleep this time but still she didn't want it to stop.
She moaned as he felt her breast in his palm. His fingers were shaking as he played with the nipple, causing his daughter to push her breast into his hand and let a little moan escape her lips. Their lips were almost swollen from the continued passionate kissing.
Suddenly, Eric pulled away; his breath coming in short gasps. "Melinda, we can't, we...we...have to stop."
His voice didn't seem that convincing to Melinda. She pushed him onto the ground, ignoring his weak protests and again brought her mouth to his. Her hand worked her top up until both breasts were exposed to the cool late afternoon air, causing the nipples to harden even more. She boldly lifted up her dad's shirt with ease, and threw it on the floor.
God, they're beautiful, Eric thought, although he knew this was going too far.
"No, Melinda, stop," Eric said pushing Melinda off of him.
Melinda fell onto her back, her chest heaving, looking up at the sky. "I'm... I'm an idiot, dad. I always spoil everything. I'm sorry, dad."
Eric sat up, picking up his shirt and looked at his daughter. He was so worked up that he was losing control. It's my fault, not Melinda's, he thought. I'm the adult and I led her on. Then a sigh escaped his lips as he looked at his daughter's breasts then down to her black pleated skirt.
"You're not an idiot, Melinda. You're a wonderful girl and I love you very much," Eric whispered, then stretched out next to her and put his head on her chest. The side of his face lay on the hot skin of her breast. He could feel her heart pounding. Slowly as if he couldn't control it, his hand began to slide down his daughter's stomach. He marveled at her soft skin with his finger tips. When he reached her skirt, he paused and then as if he had made a decision, he began teasing the cloth.
Melinda lay frozen, excited beyond her wildest dreams. "Dad," she whispered.
"Shhhhh!" Eric said as he reached his hand up her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down. He then touches her clitoris with the tip of his icy finger tips.
She was shaking as she felt her father take 3 of his fingers and slowly ease his way into her warm, wet cunt. He slips his fingers in and out of her hole; bringing another long moan from her. His fingers dipped into the clear fluid and slowly, with her hand trembling, he brought it to her lips, giving her a taste of her own juice.
He's not going to...Melinda thought as she felt her father's head move.
Eric knew how wrong this was, how crazy, but yet he couldn't stop. He coated his fingers with her clear juice then lubricated her hot clit. He inched further down her chest and watched as if it were someone else's hand. It wasn't real, he told herself. He couldn't be touching his daughter's cunt.
Suddenly, Melinda gasped and her hips pushed up.
Her vagina tightened around his fingers as she orgasmed briefly. She grabbed her dad's hand and squeezed it.
Moments later, all was silent except for the birds chirping in the forest and the labored breathing of a father and his daughter. Then Eric turned towards Melinda and softly kisses her on her tender lips. He then fell back onto the ground, his chest still heaving up and down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. God, if she hadn't came when she did, what was I going to do? he asked himself.
"I think it's time we head back," Eric said to his daughter.
"Dad, I uh, uh, I'm sorry,"
"Here take your shirt," Eric said, "it's getting dark."
Melinda started to put her shirt on but hesitated.
As they turned to head back up the trail, Eric's hand brushed his daughter's. Without looking down or saying a word, Eric took her hand and squeezed it.
Melinda almost sighed in relief.
They walked hand in hand, back to where they had left their blanket. They retrieved the blanket and the rest of their belongings and drove home in silence. Both father and daughter had a million thoughts going through their heads.
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