A Very Merry ChristmasI couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My 17 year old daughter had been drinking all night. She was dressed in a short red Christmas dress with white fluffy trim, with a cute Christmas hat to match. She even had on turned up red felt shoes with a fluffy pompom on the turned up points. The dress was too short, especially for a family gathering, and I could feel every man’s eyes on her, every pubescent boy’s, even some women whom I had always suspected. My daughter’s a flighty girl with long blonde hair, full B-cup titties and slender tender legs. And as the night wore on she got steadily more and more drunk. It was embarrassing as she slurred her words, staggered, fell and finally passed out in front of the whole family.I picked her up and carried her upstairs. She’s not as light as once she was and I only just got her to the bed, where I staggered and dropped her barely onto the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. But as I stood up I saw that her short dress had gotten even shorter, flipping up onto her flat stomach. That’s when I saw my daughter wasn’t wearing panties. All night long she had been flaunting herself with no panties on! What was more, she was as bald as a baby’s bottom. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I just stood there looking as I heard the party continue downstairs. The only light in the room was from the landing light. But it cut a shaft through the room lighting up my baby’s slender thighs and mons. The rest of her was in shadow, but enough ambient light to see she was still out cold. I stood looking for what must have been a whole minute before I could move.Every father is curious about how ankara escort his daughter is developing. Occasionally we get a tiny glimpse through an open door, in a mirror or accidentally walking into an unlocked bathroom. But what we really want is a good close up view. And I was being gifted it!I bent over and put my hands on my little girl’s knees. They were warm and smooth. I moved my hands slowly up my daughter’s slender teenage thighs right to the top, where my thumbs came into contact with the puffy outer lips of my daughter’s pussy. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help the gift before me. I rubbed gently down each side, exploring like a first time adolescent the pussy of a first girlfriend. I’ll admit that I played my thumbs up and down, rubbing her lips together with breathless excitement. I pried into her private folds, separating them and drinking in her teenage smell. My nose was close as I knelt between her soft smooth alabaster thighs. I had to. I reached out and touched her with tip of my tongue. Her velveteen folds opened easily to my probing tongue as I explored high and low as I could go. I had a hard on pushing into my jeans like a tent pole and I was beyond the point of no return. I released my aching bone and started to slowly feel it up and down.By now my daughter’s pussy was starting to moisten, and not just from my tongue. I moved lower and found her juicy hole, licking around it, collecting her juices, tasting her, swallowing her tangy nectar. Then, tongue protruding I entered my daughter’s pussy hole. She was warm and wet around me as I probed inside; then slowly started tongue fucking her. I was looking ankara escort bayan up her body to her face for any sign of consciousness, but she was dead to the world. I moved up to her little clit and teased it with the tip of my tongue, circling and then flicking across it faster and faster. Her breathing quickened slightly only before I heard her pussy gulp and drivel cum from below. I knelt up, pushing a finger deep inside her, giving a few strokes before withdrawing and tasting it. I smelled it her again; a deep pungent aroma much stronger than before. I plunged and pulled again. And this time I leaned over her to touch it to her lips. As I did I felt the tip of my penis touch her pubis. It felt good.Keeping contact with her soft skin I trailed downward until I touched my penis tip to her teenage clit. It felt so wrong. It felt so right. My precum coated her bud and I started moving my penis head gently over her, softly at first, but moving increasingly quicker, increasingly faster. I saw her shudder and I knew she had come again. I was full of lust now. I paused only fast enough to undo my jeans and pull them and my boxers down. I aimed in the half-light at my daughter’s luscious mound and pressed firmly at her succulent lips. They gave way and I entered my daughter’s vagina. It was bliss even this little way inside, and I heard her murmur something low and guttural. I looked up at her sleeping face as I gently pressed further inside. There was no resistance and I wondered when and how she had lost her virginity. Inward I pressed and lifted her legs to ease entry. It worked and I slid in to the hilt. I was balls deep in escort ankara my own daughter and it felt amazing. I could still hear the party going on downstairs, the laughing and joking, as I thrust in out of my daughter’s teenage pussy. She was warm and wet and tighter than my wife. I was now over her, looking down into her pert young features, wanting to see pleasure in them but dreading she should open her eyes. I went faster, moving us both up the bed so I could get greater purchase, my knees digging into the mattress as I really went to work, pumping in and out of her, my rigid tool stroking effortlessly in the slick sluice juice of my only daughter. I thrust faster, praying her eyes would remain shut tight, but now her brow was furrowed and I knew somewhere in her consciousness she knew she was being fucked. Just a little more, in and out, stabbing, jabbing my solid cock into her pleasure palace pussy. And suddenly I felt the well of pressure in my balls and the base of my throbbing cock – I pulled out just in time to spray my love jelly over her puffy wet mons. She let out a long breath and slumped.Her face was now relaxed, motionless. I eased myself up to see she had cum a small pool of cum on the back of her skirt. I pulled up my jeans and looked around the room for something to wipe mine and my daughter’s genitals. I found a discarded pair of panties on the floor and wondered if she had taken them off earlier as a bet with a cousin or friend. I wiped myself and put myself right before I wiped my daughter as best I could. I straightened up and tossed the wet panties aside. Then lastly, I moved the hem of my daughter’s dress down and folded half the duvet over her so she wouldn’t get cold. I straightened up once more and was pulling the door behind me as I left, when I heard my daughter say, “Thank you, Daddy.” I froze. But she didn’t move. So I closed the door.