Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2024 04:47:10 +0000 From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com Subject: Daddy's amateur massages - Ch 02 Daddy's amateur massages. TRACK 02 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. The characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real life people is merely coincidental. And nothing about my stories should condone these activities to happen in real life. I love getting emails from you guys! If you want to contact me, you can reach me via email at jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com. I try to answer every email, but please be patient if I don't answer you right away. Xo, Jordyn P.S. If you're interested in more of my stories, look for these two: Playing with my children (Bisexual/Incest category) Virtual Becomes Reality (Bisexual/Incest category) Lastly, please consider donating to this website to help it stay here! It is not free to run and every donation makes a difference! The link to make a donation is: https://donate.nifty.org/. Thank you for your support! ================================================ [track 02 siren] [song: bloodstream by stateless] Alice was ready for bed early, as usual. I probably should have recognized the reason for that change, since it had started approximately the same time when she started masturbating. But even if I did know the reason, I doubt I would have done anything differently. Not with how much I enjoyed our nightly ritual. Watching my little girl get stimulated, aroused, and so horny that she sometimes literally started to masturbate before I even left the room... it was too intoxicating for me to avoid. I found myself thinking about it throughout the day sometimes. Often, really. Anticipating the evening hours when I could indulge in my taboo fantasy and fondle my daughter's body without any repercussion. No repercussion because what I was doing wasn't technically prohibited. That was before that night. Funny thing about right and wrong. See, the line that divides the two is sometimes so thin that when you finally step across it, it almost feels like there was never any line at all. Minds have a tendency to make wrong situations seem right. It's the first thing anyone does when they commit a crime. They start to work out reasons why it was right to do. Through justification, self-delusion, and gentle twisting of facts, a taboo act can seem almost good. Helpful. If you can convince yourself that something good will come from the activity, the wrongness of it starts to dissolve. And if you focus on it long enough, it eventually seems to stop being wrong altogether. Somehow, my year of pent-up sexual energy had pushed me to the brink of sanity without me even realizing it. Probably somewhere in the back of my head, I realized it, but not consciously. And so, when I walked into my daughter's room that night, my cock was already blazing hard, pulsing with blood and pleasure. It was painful, truth be told. But the pleasure was so intense, even the pain felt good to me. I relished it, letting it expand until my entire body was buzzing. Little Alice was lying under her covers, her head swiveling toward me as I came into her room. She started grinning immediately, rustling beneath her blanket. She was excited. A maniacal image of me climbing into bed with her and sliding my rock-hard erection right up inside her tight little pussy floated through my head as I walked toward her. I didn't even try to push the thought away. I just let the tingling sensation it elicited tickle its way across my skin. My daughter was biting her lip when I reached her bed, her eyes slanted up toward me. I sat down on the edge and slowly pulled her covers back. She was wearing a soft pink t-shirt and a pair of shiny purple shorts. They looked like silk. For a few seconds, I admired her body. She was skinny as a rail, except for her belly. Her belly puffed out a little bit. Not a fat belly, but nowhere near flat. "Are you gonna massage my belly, daddy?" Alice asked softly when she saw me staring at it. My cock twitched in response to her question, and I nodded. Then I reached out and lifted her shirt up a little, revealing her little swollen belly that I found endearing. And arousing. Her bellybutton was circular, surrounded by fleshy skin around the entire ring. Placing my hand flat on her stomach, I started caressing it. We usually started with her shoulders, but this was so much better. Immediately, I got sucked into my darkest fantasy. Running my fingers delicately across her supple flesh, I watched her lithe body tremble. I could even hear the quivering in her breathing. My hand started shaking, my fingers twitching, sliding downward. I knew what they wanted. I knew what I wanted. And in my head, I knew what my daughter wanted. Just a little further-- With a loud gasping inhale, I yanked my hand off my daughter's stomach. No. Not her stomach. I stared at where my hand had been. It had made it right to the elastic edge of her shorts, trying to breach the taboo pavilion within them. My heart was beating so hard in my chest, I thought I was about to pass out. "What's wrong, daddy?" Alice whispered. When I looked at her, she was staring at me with concern. Shaking my head, I swallowed and then said hoarsely, "Nothing. Just... just turn over. Ok? We... I... I'll massage your back today." A frown flashed across her face but then she shrugged and started to turn over. Once she was on her back, my eyes promptly betrayed me by sliding down and staring at my daughter's ass. Her movement on her bed had caused the shorts to pull tight across her cheeks, emphasizing their perfect shape. They were small but defined. And the shiny material seemed to beckon to me. I had no control of my hands as I watched them extend forward, reaching the small of her back where they immediately started kneading her muscles. They slid up slowly to her shoulders, pulling her shirt with them, and then slid back down. They didn't stop when they reached her lower back, instead sliding smoothly over her ass cheeks and onto her legs. Her bare legs. She squirmed beneath me, but otherwise was silent. Gently massaging my way down each of her legs with both hands, I spent a few seconds on her feet, pressing into the center of each one to help loosen them up. Then I worked my way back up until I reached the backs of her thighs. She made a soft sound as my fingers grazed the sensitive skin there. I didn't want to pull away. Instead, I began to knead her thighs with both hands at once. Her muscles tensed up while I pushed against them, and as I watched her carefully, I saw the muscles all over her body beginning to tense as well. Where she had been wiggling a little bit moments before, she was suddenly lying perfectly still. Without pressing too hard, I made small, circular movements all up and down her thighs. As I massaged the upper portions of her thighs, the hem of her shorts tickled the backs of my fingers, sending a series of strong tingles into my body. The tingling slowly made its way up my arms, down my chest and stomach and was absorbed into the base of my cock, which was already tingling like crazy. The aching pressure in my balls and pelvis increased slightly, too. Alice started to shake suddenly, and I slowed my movement, but didn't stop. Swallowing, I looked up at her face. Her head was lying sideways on her pillow and her eyes were closed. I stared at her lower lip which was separated from her upper as she breathed through her mouth. Her breath was coming in short puffs. Oh yes, she was definitely getting turned on. My cock started vibrating. I slid my hands up once more to the hem of her shorts, but instead of pausing there, I flattened them on her skin and slid my fingers inside the cuffs of her shorts. My fingertips started tingling as they glided over a little ridge of folded skin where her butt met her thigh and then, without pausing, slid right up onto the soft, naked mounds of her ass. "Huhhhhhh," Alice gasped. I stared at her face, waiting to see if she was going to look at me and tell me to stop. Her hands, I noticed, were each holding a wadded-up section of her bedsheet, squeezing tightly. Slowly, I worked my hands into a sensual massage of my nine-year-old daughter's ass. I wasn't pressing hard, but I swapped between kneading her muscles and caressing her skin. Each action produced a different reaction from her. When I pushed, she breathed and gasped a little. When I lightened my touch and began to caress her cheeks, her body tensed up and she held her breath. I continued the exchange, flipflopping back and forth between the two pressures, continuing to explore every inch of her butt. Something was happening inside of me while I manipulated my daughter's arousal. It was... emotional. It was like something was swelling inside of me that I had never felt before. It felt warm, but not physically. I felt happy and full of pleasure. And although I knew my cock was rock hard and pulsing for release, it was like a distant beacon within me as I floated in my fantasy realm. If there was a heaven, I knew I had caught a glimpse of it. Smiling to myself I tried to focus on my daughter's writhing body beneath me. Oh. Wait. She was writhing? Huh. Shaking my head to clear my vision, I stared down at her. She really was moving. Wiggling, more like it. As my eyes took in more of the scene, the first thing I noticed was that her hands were no longer clenched around wads of bedsheet. Blinking, I looked for them. Where did she put her-- My eyes opened wide when I realized what she was doing. Her elbows were tucked against her sides and her forearms were hidden beneath her body. I stared at her as the scene etched itself in my mind, setting in. She was... masturbating. I noticed that her body was rocking just slightly, left and right. Struggling to calm my breathing, I tried to take a little control of myself. My hands were squeezing her little butt cheeks, so I let my fingers relax. Alice's body slowed until she was just wiggling her hips a little, clearly diddling herself with both her hands. I could hear her breathing in short, rapid breaths. Leaning forward hesitantly, I eased my weight into my hands and pushed down on her butt. As her hips dropped, she started rocking again. I pushed harder and watched as her facial expression slowly transformed. Her eyes squeezed a little tighter, and her mouth opened wider. My mind was buzzing with sensation, pleasure pulsing from within me, filling my abdomen and pelvis with warmth. I started to move my hands, easing back on the pressure and then pushing down again. She made a soft exhale that cut off short. Easing back once more, I let my body's weight lean into her again. Her little body was swaying left and right, and her butt started wiggling. She was grinding herself against her hands. Our rhythms synced up quickly until we worked ourselves into a perfect little rotation. As I pressed her butt down, her hips swayed left. Then we rolled across to the right and I let off and her hips lifted back up. Down and left I pushed, rolling to the right and pulling back. Faster. Down and left. Forward and right. Easing back. Her little hips swayed in unison with me. Faster. She was shaking. Down and left. Harder. We rolled to the right. Harder. Her breathing was getting louder. Relaxing my weight off her, we rose and her body started shaking even more. Alice's breathing was so loud, it was the only thing I could hear. She made short, heavy gasps, "Huhhh. Huhhhh. Huhhh. Huhhh. Huhhh. HuuhHHH. HuuHHHHH. HuUUUUU. HUUUUUU." It was so hot to watch her. My penis was tingling insanely, an orgasm literally boiling at the tip. I clenched my muscles to hold it back. I pushed against her butt. We rolled. I pushed again, harder. We moved faster. Both of my hands were still snaked under her shorts, gripping her bare ass cheeks as I pressed her hips against her two little hands that were busy diddling her pussy. She was shaking. I pushed harder. Harder. Her skin was hot. I was breathing heavily. In my mind, the image from earlier was vivid and intense. Every time I pushed, I imagined I was plunging my cock into her prepubescent pussy. Alice exhaled a loud, long breath and, as I stared at her, a full body shiver went down the length of her petite form. My eyes flicked up to her face. She was still breathing hard and fast, but not as loud. I continued to push her little butt against the bed, making it easy for her to continue grinding her pussy against her hands. Then I realized her elbows were moving. She was pulling her hands out from under herself. She held them at either side of her waist, fingertips up. I stared at them, feeling dizzy. I was still mashing myself against her butt, catering to the taboo fantasy in my head of being inside of her. My eyes narrowed as I noticed something. The tips of several of her fingers were shiny. They were wet. I couldn't hold on anymore. My cock started tingling insanely and I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to, badly. I needed to. Christ. But I had no idea just how explosive it would be after going so long without having an orgasm. Yanking my hands from inside her shorts, my fingertips tingling, I sprinted from her room. Instead of heading to my bedroom where I could cum without worry, I flung the bathroom door open and stumbled inside. Once there, I turned on the cold water and immediately started splashing it on my face. After three splashes, I knew it wasn't going to be enough. Fumbling with my buckle, I undid the front of my jeans and yanked them down. My cock sprang into view, swollen and hard and purple. The tip was completely wet with precum. Lurching my hips forward, I held my rock-hard boner out over the sink and immediately started splashing water on it. It twitched erratically as I held it there, fighting the orgasm that wanted desperately to explode from it. Taking breath after gasping breath, I held on. Barely, but I managed. A long time passed as I stood before the sink. When I could finally move again, I went slowly. I was worried that any sudden motion would cause my cock to explode. Mainly I just didn't feel like cleaning up the mess it would make of my bathroom. Somehow, I managed to make my way to my bedroom and crawl in bed. Despite my intense urge to stroke myself into oblivion, I refrained yet again. That night, I had the most fitful rest I had ever experienced. I couldn't shake the scene from playing over and over and over in my head. The main thought that would not go away was an image of my daughter's little fingertips, glistening with her pussy juice. A phrase echoed in my head as the visuals floated by. What kind of monster had I become?