Our family has been active members of the Society for Creative Anachronism for several years. The SCA is an international living history group whose aim is to study and recreate, mainly, Medieval European cultures. That’s where my screen name, Lord Cephius de Valletta, originated.

I had been sewing medieval costumes for all my family and had earned several awards for my skill, creativity, and authenticity. I conducted extensive research in books and museums to develop my original patterns.

My daughter Jennifer’s seventeenth birthday was approaching, and she asked me to use my artistic talents to design and sew a new dress for her birthday. 

We sat down in my workshop, a converted guest bedroom, and scanned through my reference books on Medieval clothing. I drew dress sketches and incorporated the items and features she found pleasing. She wanted something fancy to wear to the most formal SCA events.

Fighting in armor with shield and sword attracted athletic young men. The historical nature of the SCA meant most of these fighters came from the university. So, she also wanted her new dress to be something that would flatter her body and catch the fighters eye.

We selected a fitted fifteenth-century noblewoman’s dress. It is made from six fabric panels. Two in front, two in back, and one on each side. These panels would be cut to follow her curves, which also means there were twelve seams that allowed the garment to be tailored to fit like a second skin, at least from the hips up.

She chose a neckline that would show a good deal of her cleavage. The sleeves were tight to her elbows and then flared open and out, free of her arms. The sleeves of the underdress would show below the elbow. The trim of the outer dress, the cuff, would drape down to her ankles. We decided to use Mink fur as the trim.

Medieval sleeves were made separate from the main garment and tied on at the shoulders. A single garment could have dozens of sleeve pairs, allowing the wearer to quickly adapt a garment to the occasion or match changing fashion.

I had found that any large thrift store had fur coats, worth thousands of dollars new, that could be purchased for little money. They were ratty and moth-eaten but could be deconstructed to yield plenty of good fur for trim. The pelts of the most exotic furs, produced at an earlier age, when they were valued, could be had for pennies.

At this point, I pulled out a tape measure and took all of Jenifer’s measurements. Yes, she was definitely growing into a young woman! Yowser!

We went shopping at my favorite fabric store. We found a rich blue satin fabric for the outer dress. The chemise, the traditional undergarment, had to be made with the same pattern to ensure the overdress lay smooth on her body.

The difference was in the skirt.  The outer-dress skirt would compress six yards of fabric (the more fabric used, the higher the wearer's status) into the thirty inches where it would ride on Jennifer’s hip. The skirt of the chemise would hang straight down and be much tighter—no reason to waste fabric where it wouldn’t show.

We chose a silky, cool, lightweight fabric for the chemise. It was thin, soft, and almost transparent white. I found another satin, a cream-colored one with a brocade pattern worked in. I would use this fabric for the chemise sleeves, where they would be visible below the elbow.

Back at home, I had cut the six panels for the chemise and called Jennifer into my workroom so I could pin them to her to ensure the best fit. I asked her to dress in only what she planned to wear under this new outfit.

She showed up in a robe. When she removed the robe, she had on a skimpy thong-and-bra set. I don't believe I've ever seen so much of her. She seemed completely comfortable, almost nude, in my presence.

The fitting required a great deal of close contact and touching. My hands were all over the curves of her ass, waist, and breasts as I smoothed the fabric and set the pins. It had been ages since I’d been so aroused. It took heroic effort to keep my arousal hidden from my daughter. I was grateful for the long, untucked shirt that hid my erection.

Removing the chemise from her without poking her with all the pins required even more contact. When she was free of the garment, she kissed me on the cheek and bound away. She carried her robe rather than put it on. My eyes drifted to her jiggling butt cheeks left bare by her thong.

There was no way I could sit behind the sewing machine with this raging erection. I disappeared into the adjoining bathroom to do something about it. I freed my hard-on. I couldn’t believe the sensations my grasping hand imparted to my steel-hard cock. I stroked it hard and fast. I came after only a few strokes, jetting streams of semen into the sink.

Once my desires were satisfied, and my cock limp, my brain reengaged. It was my daughter I just orgasmed over! How could I? I had a loving wife who had just as strong a sexual drive as me and loved to fuck me. Not only that, Mary and I were active swingers, and several of the women in our social circle sought me out because of how I satisfied them. In other words, I wasn’t a sex starved incel. I had no excuse to lust after my sixteen-year-old daughter.

Jennifer and Mary were so alike they were often mistaken for sisters. They were close enough in looks to be almost twins. I recalled the fitting session details. My caressing hands had not met any resistance. In fact, Jennifer had subtly pushed back into my caressing. I now recalled her breathing had become labored and the scents rising from her crotch grew stronger. I realized that Jennifer had been just as aroused by the session as I had.

This realization renewed my erection. This time my masturbation lasted much longer. I kept my mind focused on my daughter’s body and her response to my touch. I fantasized about where my mouth would go as the fitting session devolved into lovemaking. In the end, I shot more healthy jets of semen into the sink.

With my cock limp again, I got back to work at the sewing machine.

*****

Jennifer rushed into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. She was aware that her parents were swingers, and that all the adults they socialized with were also their lovers. When parties were held in this house, Jennifer would be there to greet and chat with the sensual couples. She would discreetly disappear before any embarrassing actions occurred.

She was fantasizing by her handsome father.  She had eavesdropped on two women comparing the pleasure they had received from him, so she knew he was good in bed.

She had been studying her father for months now, particularly when he swam in their pool. She was especially fascinated with the bulge between his legs. In her fantasies, it was her hands that transformed the bulge into a rigid pole and guided it into her womb.

She had just spent over an hour, almost naked, being stroked on her ass and breasts by her daddy. On occasion, his erection had brushed against her, so she knew she had gotten him hard. This had made her so horny!

Jennifer pulled off her soaked thong and flopped down on her bed.  Her fingers found her clit and rubbed it aggressively.  Dreaming of what her father could have done to her during the fitting, she reached her climax quickly.

She knew there would be more fittings before her dress was complete. She plotted how she could encourage her daddy to live up to her dreams.

*****

Robert knew the key to a good relationship was complete honesty. That night, while in bed with Mary, he told her all about the fitting, his arousal, and his masturbation. Mary stated she had seen Jennifer studying and lusting after him. She knew close association with a lusting teen would result in mutual arousal.

Mary grabbed Robert by the shoulders and rolled him on top of her.  In a little girl’s voice, she called,

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

Robert was looking into a face identical to his daughter and hearing her demand to be fucked. He was instantly hard. He drove that hardon deep into Mary.

“Yes, Daddy, Fuck me hard!”

Robert willingly complied. They fucked wildly until they were both satisfied. Mary was delighted to enjoy the benefits of Jennifer’s arousal of her husband.

“I think you would be the ideal man to take our daughter’s virginity. Better than some ’horned-up’ teen with no experience!” Mary told Robert.

“I’ve had her on birth control for over a year now, so you don’t have to worry about getting her pregnant.”

*****

Robert had finished the chemise. He requested Jennifer’s presence in his workroom to test the fit.

She once again showed up in a robe. Dropping the robe, she had another thong and bra set.

There were no zippers in the fifteenth century. Ties or buttons were used to close garments. Someone noble, who had servants to dress them, could hide the ties in the back. Jennifer stepped into the chemise and allowed her daddy to lace her up.

The hips, waist, and shoulders all fit beautifully. The fabric around Jennifer’s breasts was all wrong.  Robert was dumbfounded. He knew he had done a better job at pinning and fitting the garment. Jennifer suddenly realized what had happened.  She explained she was wearing a different bra.  The one she had on was a push-up style to enhance her cleavage and apparent breast size.

“You will have to decide which bra you will wear under this outfit and always use it. I will tailor the dress to the one you choose.” Robert explained.

“I have a better idea! Unlace me, please.” Jennifer requested.

When the ties were loosened, she allowed the chemise to slip to the ground. She then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, dropping that to the floor, as well.

“I’ll go braless!” she declared.

Robert gaped at the perfect breasts in front of him.

Jennifer reached over and used her finger to push her daddy’s jaw closed. She followed up with a kiss to his lips.

Robert had forgotten to wear concealing clothing.  His erection was on display under his shorts.

Jennifer stroked his bulge while pushing her tongue between her daddy’s lips.

“I see you like the idea of me braless!” she remarked.

Robert opened his mouth, and their kiss deepened.

“Touch my tits, Daddy.” Jennifer requested.

Robert placed his hands on his daughter’s breasts and sought out her stiffening nipples.

Jennifer moaned and pushed her tongue deeper into her daddy’s mouth. Her hands were busy opening his shorts. The shorts fell to the floor, and Jennifer freed his erection from his briefs. She stroked the length of his cock with both hands.

“I need this inside me. Fuck me, Daddy!” Jennifer demanded.

That demand from his daughter almost caused Robert to ejaculate. He fought to maintain control. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and lifted her onto his hip. He carried her to the guest bedroom, just down the hall, and laid her carefully on the bed.

“I will fuck you, Daughter, but first I want to taste you.” He instructed.

He pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, removed his shirt, and peeled off her thong. Spreading her legs, he dropped to his knees between them and proceeded to trail kisses up her thigh.

“Yes, Daddy, eat me and make me come!” Jennifer chanted. She opened her legs wide to let her daddy in.

Daddy’s mouth on her pussy was the most pleasure Jennifer had ever felt. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him harder into herself.  She moaned, and her body squirmed from her daddy’s tongue in her vagina. When his lips sealed around her clit, and his tongue bounced off it, she had a powerful orgasm.

“Did you get enough taste? Come on, let's fuck!”

“Here, I’ll show you!”

Robert crawled up Jennifer’s body, his face soaked in her juices, and French kissed her. His hardon pressed in her mound. Jennifer wasn’t interested in her own taste. She wanted that cock inside her. She rolled her hips and shifted her body to get the head of daddy’s cock lined up with her opening. Grabbing his ass cheeks, she pulled.

Robert didn’t resist and allowed her to pull his cock into her waiting vagina. He didn’t add to the thrust, allowing her to control her first penetration.

Jennifer was in ecstasy.  Her daddy’s full body weight pressing down on her, his hands on her tits, his tongue in her mouth, and his cock deep in her pussy.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” she demanded again.

Robert started a slow humping rhythm. Jennifer hip-thrust back into his humping, using her arms and legs to demand greater effort from him. He intensified his endeavors until they found a rhythm that satisfied her needs.

Jennifer was amazed by the emotional and physical pleasure she was receiving from her first fuck. Her orgasm caused her to lose her sight.

Her trembling body and spasming pussy triggered Robert’s own orgasm. He pulled out and sprayed her belly full of semen. He rolled them onto their sides and cuddled her tight. He kissed her ear and neck.

Jennifer felt such warmth and love. She was bursting with joy.

“I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you too, my dear!”