It was a little before sunrise and he was lying in bed, wearing only his boxers, as usual, when his bedroom door opened. There was his daughter. She was sixteen, and developing beautifully. Her firm breasts were beautiful mounds topped with her stiff little nipples. They showed through the thin nightshirt she was wearing.

He had seen her in that nightshirt before, and he had wondered if her mother would have permitted her to walk about the house wearing only that.

Her mother had passed away almost three years before when she was involved in a vehicle accident. A drunk driver had hit her car. She had died before they could get her to the hospital.

In some ways they had been lucky. She had just dropped their daughter off at a friend’s that she was going to spend the night with.

He was broken up, just as their daughter, Amy, was. She even blamed herself for a long time, having had her mother drop her off.

He had finally convinced Amy that she was not to blame for the accident.

Every once in a while when Amy was feeling bad and thinking of her mother, she would come to him. She would come into his bedroom and crawl into bed to spend the night in his arms with him comforting her.

Over time, things changed, and this time they changed a lot.

She crawled into bed with him, and like before, once in bed she cuddled up to him.

He snuggled up against her as she pressed back against his warm body as she had done many times in the past. He put one arm over her and held her tightly to him.

She rarely came to him at night any more, able to fall asleep on her own and sleep through the night. But a couple months ago she had started coming in the mornings. She would often get into bed beside him and have him hold her, enjoying the quiet closeness in the bedroom before the start of a busy day, and the warmth of his body pressed up against hers.

It had become a regular occurrence, with her coming in two or three times a week to snuggle with him for about ten minutes before he would get up in the mornings for work. They both enjoyed it, enjoyed the feeling of closeness and the warmth of their bodies together in the cool mornings, and she started coming in a little earlier so she could spend some additional time relaxing quietly in bed beside her stepfather in the morning.

Usually when she got into his bed, he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Unsurprisingly, her young, developing body began to affect him. When she was wearing just a night shirt and her smooth warm legs entwined with his and her round ass pressed back against his crotch, he couldn't help but become aroused. His cock would begin to harden and he found himself fighting the urge to press it against her. At the same time, young Amy was becoming more aware of her sexuality and looked forward to their visits. She was young and attractive and found their closeness exciting in an increasingly sexual way. He was mature and fit and she felt safe and comfortable with him, wanting to learn from him about some of the things her friends gossiped about. There was something about her stepfather that was familiar and mysterious at the same time, making him all the more appealing to her.

This morning, his hand had moved down to rest against the warm skin of her thigh. His hand was cool from the cold morning and he waited a little to allow it to warm up against her. Once it had warmed up, he gently rubbed his hand upward under her nightshirt to her belly as he held her close to him. After several minutes he lightly rubbed his hand over her belly. His hand moved upward until the side of his hand brushed against the swell of her breast, and he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. At the same time, her butt scooted back a little against him. His cock was semi-hard and almost automatically he pressed it forward a little against her round ass, wondering if she could feel his hardness through their clothes.

He traced his hand along her side and then up under her arm where he traced the swell of her breast beneath his hand. He ran his hand lightly along the sides of her breast and then back to her stomach. Then, though he knew he shouldn’t, his hand traveled up and over the swell of her firm, round, sixteen-year-old breast. He could feel her excited nipple brush against his palm as he lightly caressed her breast. He used his fingertips to lightly toy with the hard nipple as she sighed in pleasure at his touch.

He played with her excited nipple for a couple of minutes before moving over to cup her other breast, but it was pinned tight against her arm on the side she was laying on. As he moved his hand back to the one exposed breast, she rolled over onto her back, lifting up her arms to give him free access to both of her breasts.

He traced his hand lightly over her newly exposed breast, also feeling its erect nipple against his hand and tracing around it lightly with his fingertips. His hand caressed her front, over her belly and breasts, toying with her erect nipples, her shirt now pressed up above her belly. The bunched-up shirt caught his arm briefly as he reached to stroke her breasts and she reached down to pull it up to her shoulders and out of the way.

Her breasts were now open to his hand and barely visible to his eyes in the soft, pre-dawn light coming through the window. He moved up on one arm so that he was above her on one side and looking down at her as he gently caressed her warm chest, paying particular attention to her round breasts and hard nipples.

She opened her eyes to look up at him. She saw what looked like an expression of sexual interest in his face. And the knowledge that her own stepfather looked upon her young body with desire in his eyes, stirred dark, forbidden feelings deep down inside her. And she could feel the warm hardness of his erection pressing against her hip.

He plucked with his fingertips at one of her erect nipples and arched his eyebrows at her questioningly, she nodded her head and his head bent down over her chest.

For a brief moment, just before her father lowered his head to suck at her lovely young tits, the young woman had a flash of awareness. Other girls talked of their fathers in vaguely sexual terms but she felt quite certain that almost none had had the experience that she was going through, a thought that stimulated her all the more.

Then she felt her stepfather's tongue gliding across the globe of her right tit, and then dancing over the nipple, drawing the succulent flesh between his lips. A charge of electricity seemed to surge through every muscle of her rigid body. Her nipples were getting harder and harder, as if they were going to burst under her father's relentless assault.

As his lips and tongue toyed with one of her large, lust-swollen nipples, his hands caressed her bare shoulder. His tongue continued tracing tiny wet circles around her bursting bud as his hands and mouth worked together in a constant rhythm that built up the passion and excitement in her young naked body. He surrounded one of her nipples with his broad mouth and sucked the delicious flesh in with lust. She moaned softly as she felt his soft, warm lips close over the tip of her excited nipple.

He massaged the soft, warm handfuls of flesh, his fingers stroking the other stiffened nipple as he sucked her hot, berry-like nipple in his mouth. He ran his tongue about the erect nipple. The wet heat of his tongue brought a whimper from her throat, and she closed her eyes. She heard the wet sounds his tongue made as he licked and swirled it around her nipple, sliding from one to the other.

"Mmmm," she moaned timidly. "That’s nice."

He opened his mouth and sucked the tender bud between his lips. At first he sucked softly, teasing her excited nipples with his tongue: and then he sucked harder. She sighed and arched her back, pushing her tits into his hungry mouth.

He moved up on his knees above her, as he worked her over carefully, his mouth never resting. He moved from her breasts to her sensitive neck and then back to the enchanting globes once again.

Her body quivered and trembled as he passionately devoured her breasts, sucking at first one tit, then the other, making wet sounds with his mouth.

As his tongue continued its slow agonizing movements, he moved his hands up and down his stepdaughter's curvaceous torso, getting closer and closer to her womanhood. The girl was ready for his probing fingers, was making no attempt to resist him. She was a hot little piece, all right, her own desires as strong and irresistible as his.

She had indeed abandoned herself completely by that point, feeling her arms wrapping themselves around her father's hot, naked back. Thought was out of the question. Instinct predominated. Sixteen years was long enough to wait. She was old enough to have sex. She wanted it badly, knew that somehow her stepfather would unlock the secret of sex for her. She was frustrated, but he would show her the way sooner or later.

As he sucked her breasts, he slipped a hand down her shaking body, pausing on her stomach before his hand traced lower. He could feel the warmth through the crotch of her pajamas.

Each time her stepfather's hand approximated her dripping cunt she could feel herself getting hotter and more aroused. Excited by the fact her loving stepfather was treating her like a real woman.

He reached down and gently traced his hand over her crotch. The girl spread her legs wide and he was turned-on to realize how excited and eager for his touch she was. Her spread legs giving him complete freedom to explore her intimately.

His hand moved up to the waistband, the tips of his fingers sliding under her pajama bottoms, barely touching the soft hair of her pussy. She felt strong fingers closing around her pubic bush, rearranging the incredibly soft, brown pubic tresses. She tensed up a little, an unconscious defense against the violation that she knew was coming, but that too turned her on. She didn't know exactly what she wanted from her stepfather but he knew and it was impossible to do anything but place herself in his confident care. She spread her legs eagerly and pushed her hips upwards, gasping as he pushed his fingers through the silky curls of her pussy.

The sixteen-year-old virgin gasped aloud as she felt her stepfather's forefinger part her labia and enter into the citadel of her twat. She sighed with desire as she felt her stepfather's finger sliding against her open pussy. His finger was long and warm, fitting her snatch perfectly. He worked it in gently, not at all in a hurry. She was able to lie back and relax, truly enjoying it all.

Her pussy had begun to relax of its own accord; embarrassingly wet now, quivering palpably around the finger that was stimulating it so well. All sensation had been localized in that mysterious cavity. It was as if her whole body had been drawn into the hungry maw of her virgin fuck hole.

He continued to suck at the girl's nipples as his hand manipulated her dripping pussy. Her nipples had turned hard and dark under his care, just the way he liked them to be. He was surprised at the wetness of his stepdaughter's snatch, and very much excited by it.

"Ohhhhhhh." she gasped softly as she felt her stepfather's hand on her pussy. "Ooooooooooh Daddy, rub me! Mmmmmmmmmmm." By now she was trembling and wet and eager for anything her handsome stepfather had in mind. Whirlpools of excited adolescent lust swirled in her deep, dark eyes. She loved the way her big, strong father was stroking her, and to prove it, the hot little woman began to gyrate her hips suggestively, grinding her lust-moistened pussy against his probing hand between her trembling young thighs.

“Why don’t you pull your pants down so I can rub you better?” He suggested to her.

She reached down and pulled her pajama bottoms and panties completely off. Leaving herself completely open to whatever her stepfather wanted to do with her. Then she lay back down, pulling her top back up to expose her breasts, eager to feel his lips on her excited nipples again.

She shivered and sighed as his fingers toyed with her slick, wet folds and rubbed along her tight slit. Harder and faster his fingers rubbed, pressing against her sensitive clit, and she squirmed happily beneath him.

He moved his body over her now so that he could better lick and tease her nipples while stroking her wet pussy. He was mouthing her tits more greedily now, his excitement difficult to contain. He steadily probed her cunt with his darting fingers, greedily sucking at first one tit, then the other. He made wet sounds with his mouth and finger, her body shaking with urgent desire.

She was determined to show her father that she was not completely inexperienced where sex was concerned. She kept her thighs parted and then reached for his prick.

He moaned as he felt her small hand between them to press her fingers against the hot bulge in his shorts. She could feel his prick throbbing through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Ohhh!" he groaned, as his daughter's hand began to softly rub against the thin fabric of his boxers covering the swollen shaft of his cock.

"Oh yes, Amy," her father moaned. "Touch me, I want you to."

Her fingers moved toward the fly of his boxers and reached in to touch his hot cock.

A pang of almost uncontrollable lust passed through the man's body as he felt his daughter's fingers making first contact with his throbbing meat. Her nails scratched the swollen head of his rod but added to his lust. There was little she could have done to turn him off at that late stage of the game.

As he felt her fingers trying to touch his bare cock through the fly, he reached down and pulled off his boxers, freeing his cock – he was now completely naked.

His daughter's soft little hand grasped the bloated shaft of his hard cock again. She felt a brief moment of hesitation as she weighed her stepfather's cock in her soft hands. The thing seemed to be at least half-a-foot long and two or three inches thick, lined with hard veins and slightly thicker at the base and head than in the middle. She gasped in awe at the sheer size of it, her small fingers barely able to fully encircle her stepfather's massive, throbbing erection. Her little cunt tingled and moistened even more as she realized that her handsome daddy was one well-hung man.

She coiled her soft fingers around the thick shaft and pulled at it gently, thrilling to the pulsations and quivering of the lovely organ. Each stroke increased the rate and intensity of her stepfather's breathing, to the point where she was able to ignore for a moment the storm of passion that was continuing to wreak havoc in her own luscious young body. It was strange to feel the heavy burden palpitating in her hands, but her stepfather liked what she was doing. For once in her life she didn't have to feel inferior to other women. She knew she was turning him on and enjoyed the feeling.

He groaned helplessly in pleasure as her small fingers stroked his cock.

In her present highly-aroused condition, the horny youngster couldn't help but wonder what her daddy's huge, man-sized prong would feel like stuffed up her tight, hot, little pussy.

His finger had now penetrated her wet pussy to the last knuckle and it was a lot easier to see her now that his eyes were used to the dim light. His daughter was beautiful, her tits jutting out provocatively from her small, compact torso, her soft ass grinding into the mattress beneath her. Everything about the girl was soft and young and innocent. Everything but her face which had transformed into a mask of naked lust.

“Oh Daddy, please lick me,” she moaned softly.

He was slightly confused by this, his tongue lashing against an erect nipple as she spoke. “I am licking you, honey.”

“No,” she said quietly, almost shyly, “Lick me . . . down there.”

“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” he asked with a slight grin.

“Uh-huh,” she mewed.

Reluctantly, he pulled his prick away from his stepdaughter's clenching hand. It was time to explore her pussy more closely, to get his tongue into that redolent fuck box. His mouth watered at the thought but he was experienced enough to take his time and avoid startling his young daughter and spoiling the mood.

He stopped his teasing fingers and left her breasts to slide down her luscious, undulating body. Her thighs parted further, and he slid between them to where his face was only inches above the enclosed, musky pussy he'd been fingering.

“Oooohhhh!" she moaned as she felt his...