Fever/Chapter One

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Chapter One

The more I watched my daughter’s little clitty bean grow begin to throb, the more I wanted to rub it and make her feel good. Way back then, all she had was a tiny pearl coloured bump at the top of her split. It had been a long while since I had this kind of look between her legs and I loved the way the fleshy little hood poked its way out. She used to climb walls when I fist rubbed it but after a minute or so she relaxed and would luxuriate in the pleasurable sensations my fingertips gave her.

Unconsciously, I had been rubbing her clit while I twirled the thermometer and when I stopped, she pleaded, “Don’t stop daddy… please, please, do it some more.”

I only paused a moment to check the thermometer and it was one degree above normal which was normal for a rectal temperature. But, I decided not to tell her that and informed her, “It’s just a teensy bit high. I want to keep an eye on it and will check it again in an hour or two. Since I’m already late for work, I need to ring ‘em right away.”

My manager understood the dilemma and let me off with the condition that I give him a bell with an update that afternoon so he could find someone to fill for me tomorrow. Of course, I couldn’t afford to miss more work because of my daughter’s fake illness.

As soon as I laid the handset in the cradle, I heard, “Daddy!” As my squealing daughter flew into my arms and showered my face with kisses. Then she kissed my nose and asked, “Are you staying home with me?”

“Yes, but I need to check back this afternoon,” and suggested, “Let’s do a spot of breakfast first and then I’ll check it again for you.”

After the table was cleared, my daughter jumped into my arms again, but didn’t kiss me this time. She looked into my eyes and in as serious a tone as she could muster, informed me, “I feel much warmer and you should check my temperature again.”

“It’s her little pussy that’s hot,” I told myself, “I’ll bet a little cummy will make her feel better.”

So, I carried her to her room and she wiggled out of my arms, and then slipped out of her nightdress before she rolled on her tummy and shook her bum at me. Oh, gawd, did the poochy swollen pussy look inviting. It was just one more thing to feed the old spank bank and add fuel to my next tug.

“I read that taking the temperature vaginally is much more accurate and reliable,” I mentioned.

With an audible groan she asked, “But, daddy, what’s vaga-ly? I want you to do it like you did it before.”

“Vaginally is inside the vagina. I think you call it a vage. You know, your fanny hole.”

“My fanny hole? You’re going to put it in there?” She asked in surprise but I could tell by her little grin that she liked the idea.

But, she had to play innocent so I wouldn’t find out how much she really knew those things. She certainly didn’t want her daddy to know that she rubbed herself off while he was on the phone.

“I’m going to lubricate you so it’ll slide right in,” I informed her.

However, when I parted the angry red opening it was obvious that she didn’t need lubrication, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. So, I eased a fingertip into the swollen mouth and it kept on going until it slid up to my knuckles and I should say, she was cooking in there.

“How does that feel, kitten?” I inquired.

“It feels good, daddy, but you’re making it itchy inside. Move your finger around, oh, yes, yes, just like that.”

The strain in her voice told me how good it felt but it was apparent that she had something inside of her little hole before. However, her tight little pussy was getting to me and my cock made its presence known in front of my trousers. The more I screwed my finger inside of her, the more her thighs clenched and quivered and the louder her moans became until... I lost all pretense and decided to just finger fuck her. It didn’t long for her to pop her cookies and in sympathy, I filled my pants with slimy goo. Then, she went out like a light with a peaceful smile on her glowing face.

I went to my room, stripped off my shorts and decided to rest a little and was asleep before my head touched the pillow.

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My cock felt so warm and tingly nestled in its happy home between the cheeks of a delightfully firm and very warm bottom and felt much better than it’s felt in a long time. I used to wake up with it nestled between my wife’s bum cheeks and would hump her a bit because it felt so good. So, I pulled the warm and tender body to me and stroked myself between the pillowy cheeks. But, from somewhere within the twilight realm of consciousness, I realized that it was not my wife, in fact, I knew it had to be… it was... Silvie! My eyes popped open when I realized that and my mind went into turmoil.

“Daddy, you’re making my bum itch,” I heard her mumble.

“I’m sorry sweet cakes, I was dreaming and thought it was your mum.”

“You did that with mum?” She inquired.

“Sometimes I did. Your bum felt so good I had to rub myself against it.”

“You don’t have to stop,” she informed me, “It felt kind of good.”

“It feels so good I don’t want to,” I told her.

“Then don’t, daddy,” she told me as she took my hand and pushed my fingers into her split telling me, “But you have to rub me here while you do it.”

She sighed while I whisked my fingertips around the stiff little nubbin. My twirling fingers also made her bum cheeks clench and hug my cock tightly in their warm embrace. I used the slippery juice she leaked on her sensitive bud and smeared my cock with it. It made her slippery crack almost as nice as a slick pussy.

“Hmmm, daddy… hmmm, hmmm… hmmm,” the lovely, soft little sounds dripped from her lips like warm honey while I slid through the deliciously slippery crack with increasing urgency.

At some point I realized that my daughter was a very hot and sexy girl who enjoyed this as much as I did. I could feel her pleasure in every soft little sigh that flowed from her lips and every clench of her thighs and tender bum cheeks. It made my balls churn and the sperm creep up my shaft in search of a hungry hole to fill. It also took a great deal of restraint for me not to slide down just a tad and ease myself into her little pussy so her daddy could fill it with his hot seed.

But, all too soon, her crises was upon her. A soft little wail began deep in her chest but was cut off abruptly before it escaped her lips. However, it made the semen boil from the tip of my prick in hot spurts that wrung my balls dry as sperm splashed into her bum crack and over her back. When she felt her daddy’s slimy juice it inflamed her.

She twisted herself around and mashed her lips to mine and told me, “Please daddy, give me another one of those.”

“You told me that all of time when you were little. One was never enough for you.”

“I think about it all of the time and really missed them after mum went mental.”

“I’m afraid I missed it too but tried hard not to. Why don’t I take your pussy temperature again with my fingers?”

She laid on her back with her knees spread while I twisted two fingers into her sopping hole and ground my knuckles into her clit while I screwed them into her. She was quickly off and running and it was not long before her bum left the bed as a massive cummy slammed into her.

We chatted in the afterglow of her recent orgasm and she felt confident that she didn’t have hide things from me any longer. Needless to say, I was shocked to learn just how extensive her knowledge of sex was.

“Daddy, I hope you you won’t think ill of me because of what I’ve done, will you?”

“I love you more than life itself and don’t believe I could ever think ill of you, no matter what. So, feel free to tell me about anything, anything at all.”

“Well, it’s... it’s sort of embarrassing… but, I put things in myself and pretend it’s you.”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m really flattered that you confided in me like that because I never guessed a thing.”

“Carol is the only one that knows and she won’t tell. I didn’t think I could tell you because of mum.”

Carol was my daughter’s bezzie and they had been friends forever. They instantly hit it off the day her family moved into the close. However, they were total, diametrically opposed opposites, if you can believe that. But, but they shared several classes together and were inseparable. I thought of Carol as the rambunctious tomboy type as opposed to my daughter’s strictly feminine frill and lace. I’m afraid my daughter wasn’t thrilled about things like sneaking into the neighbours gardens, only to climb their fruit trees and pillage them. But she went along with her friend’s pursuits anyway and even held the bag so she could catch the offerings that fell.

Another thing I would never have guessedm was Carol’s interest and knowledge of sex. For far too long, I characterized both of them as sexless little girls. But, that had all changed now.

“So, tell me what you shared with Carol?” I asked as ran my fingers through the slimy spot on her back and wiped it up with the bed covers.

“I showed her the things I did. It started with thermometer you used on me. I used to put it in my bum and rub my tingle button while I moved it around. But, it was never as good as when you did it.”

“Well, go on, what did she think about it?” I begged an answer.

“She showed me how to get the tingly feeling like you gave me and made me practice with her until I could do it by myself. We rub ourselves all of the time when she comes over.”

“When did this start?” I asked.

“I was six and I think she was seven.”

“And she taught you when she was seven. That’s awfully young. Someone must have showed her how to do it. I’m surprised she would know how, much less show you.”

“Her sister, Elsie, showed her… and… I shouldn’t tell you who else.”

“Elsie? What, she was maybe ten at the time?”

“She was nine and we used to peep on her,” then in a very low voice she continued, “We watched her shag.”

“You what? You watched her shag when she was nine?”

She bit her lip, nodded her head and told me, “I thought it was funny at first but... but… then I saw what Carol did while we watched,” and in barely above a whisper, “She put her hands in her knickers and rubbed herself like she showed me. So, I did it while we watched and it felt sooo, good.”

Initially, it was a bit unsettling, until I considered what we done so far today. Now, it was so exciting my cock came back to life.

“Elsie knew we were watching her,” she continued, “She winked at us while her daddy... oh, no... I promised I wouldn’t tell.”

“No worries, love, I won’t say a word.” However, it’s surprising to learn that Fred’s fucking his daughter, but I continued, “It sounds like she enjoyed it.”

“She really liked doing it with him and so does Carol,” she added.

“Carol? Surely, you’re joking.” I replied.

“No, she does it a lot. Elsie showed us how to practice and it was a lot of fun.”

“What do you mean, practice? How do you practice?” I asked.

“I’ll show you,” she told me as she jumped up and flew from the room. She returned a minute later holding her hairbrush, which by the way, sported a fat, ribbed handle. “We practiced with one of these,” she explained. Then she plopped on her back and in one smooth stroke, buried it to the hilt in her little snatch.

I groaned while I watched her fuck herself with the hairbrush and she got her feeling in less than a minute. However, she recovered quickly and then brought herself off a second time. I couldn’t help but imagine myself in place of the hairbrush while I watched it sluice in and out of her little pussy. There was no wonder now why my fingers slipped inside her so easily.

Then she dropped the bombshell on me with, “Carol says a willy is a lot better. Can she watch me do it with you the first time? It’s only fair since I got to watch her.”

“Do it with you the first time?” I gasped in surprise because of my recent fantasy. It’s like she read my thoughts. After I watched her fuck herself to two orgasms, I was ready to slip in the saddle and give her the real thing.

“Yes, yes, of course she can watch,” I quickly agreed.

Then she squealed, clapped her hands together and continued, “She’ll like watching us do it,” and then in a much lower voice she explained, “Then you can do it with her. I told her she could do with you but I’m first.”

Bugger me, I never knew my daughter, much less her pre-teen friend harboured such desires. Who would have imagined? Certainly not I. However, my cock was so hard now it was ready to split at the seems and all I could think about was having it buried deep inside my daughter’s pussy. She needed to retire the hairbrush, but there was still a deep seated reluctance on my part as to the wisdom of actually doing it. It was one thing to finger my daughter’s snatch or maybe finger her friend’s, but as nice as it seemed, actually fucking them was another issue. So, the war raged between my big head and my little head. My immediate need though would be to unclog my balls so my reasoning mind would return.

“Silvie, would you mind helping your daddy out?”

“Oh, yeah, sure daddy, what would you like me to do?”

“I need to get my sperm out again and want you to do it.”

“Really? You want me to do it?” She queried.

“Yes, yes, I do. I know you probably haven’t done it before, but I will show you.”

“Hee, hee, hee,” she tittered, “Daddy, I know how to do it.”

“You do?” I responded, but shouldn’t have been surprised, at all at her response.

“Me and Carol and Elsie help Mister Hammond get his sperm out all of the time.”

“You do?” I parroted myself.

“Let me show you.” She insisted as she wiped her hand through her slick split and took a firm grip on my instrument.

She wasn’t lying... her grip was perfect. Her slick little palm played my flute like a James Galway solo at the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra. Her rosy little palm-pussy made my bum leave the bed with every stroke and I thought, “If her hand is this good, her pussy must be like knocking on heaven’s door… what a way to go!”

“Mister Hammond says I’m the best of the best,” she whispered before she swiped the next batch of juice from the tip of my cock with her raspy tongue.

My bum really left the bed when she did that and my cock grazed her lips. If it wasn’t for the shock inflicted by her friend Carol’s shrieking voice at that moment, I would have covered her face with daddy’s pearly white juice.

“Silvie,” the girl screamed, “You said you would wait for me.”

Her interruption prompted a serious boner ‘disinflation’. But not for long as I watched the girl strip off her dress and knickers and treat me to her seriously sexy body. I groaned while my eyes drank in the marvelous prehensile titties on her chest and deeply cleft mons and lovely, fat derriere.

“Help me so I can do it now,” my daughter demanded while she flung her leg over me and handed my cock to her friend.

I was paralyzed when I realized what was going to happen, but gladly accepted my fate.

End Chapter One

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