I held her foot by the ankle, and then I let my tongue come out. I licked along her instep and she squeaked. My tongue ran over the ball of her foot and poked between her big toe and second toe. I could see her mouth was hanging open as she watched me. Her hands were on her tummy. I opened my mouth and took in her second and third toes, sucking and licking between them. I heard her let out a moan and she squirmed. I nipped at her toes with my teeth, licking them and sucking harder.
“Ohh,” she said with a heavy breath. “Okay, okay, 60,” she said, pulling her toes out of my mouth.
I smiled at her. “Did you like that?”
She bit her lip. “You have to say truth or dare first.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
I laughed. “Okay. I dare you to show me how wet you are.”
Her eyes bulged. “Um… wow, okay… big dare.”
“You can always stop playing.”
“And let you win? No way. But how do I show you?”
“However you want. Just prove it, unless you can’t.”
She put her feet flat on the bed. They started to spread open, gliding across the purple bedspread. My eyes shot up to the space between her legs. Her skirt was splitting open as her legs moved farther apart. Then came the panties, those white panties that had peeked out at me earlier. The mere sight of them gave my cock a stir. They were most certainly wet. I could see the outline of her pussy lips as they stuck to her crotch, as well as the little bulge of her hard clit.
“I can’t tell from here…” I said.
She looked me in the eyes. “Do you wanna come closer?”
“May I?”
She nodded. As I leaned in a little closer, she grasped the collar of my shirt. She pulled me in and I tipped forward, my face coming between her legs, stopping inches from her pussy, the heat warm against my face like a summer day. They were soaked, and this close, I could see through them.
“See?”
“I see.”
Her hand was on my head, her fingers running through my hair. “Believe me?”
“I believe you.”
“Truth or dare?” she asked.
“Dare.”
“Wanna smell my pussy?”
I glanced up at her from between her legs. “Oh, yes.”
Her other hand ran down her stomach and between her thighs. Her long middle finger stroked on top of her panties, across her hard clit and along the valley of her labia. “Do it.”
I came closer, my nose bumping into her hard clit. I heard her take a quick gasp as I took a deep inhalation through my nose. Fuck, that scent. Maybe it was because she was my daughter, but pussy had never smelled so sweet. I could not help myself. I ground my nose against her sex and she let out a loud moan.
“God, careful, Daddy.”
“Sorry, baby, it smells so delicious.”
“Mmm, you like it?”
“I love it.”
“Making you hungry?”
“Famished,” I said. I moved my mouth in, and without warning, I let my tongue run from the bottom of her pussy to the top, dragging it across her panties, stabbing it forward to spread her lips apart, feeling the coarseness of the cotton, pushing against her hard clit poking out.
“Holy fuck!” she said.
I pulled my tongue away and looked up at her. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“I can’t believe you just licked my pussy,” she said.
“I licked your panties, not your pussy.”
She was blushing scarlet. “You’re naughty, Daddy.” She closed her legs and I sat up. “Take your turn.”
“Truth or-”
“Dare.”
I grinned. “Okay.” I climbed off the bed, standing right beside it. “Your turn. I dare you to smell my cock.”
She stared up at me with big uncertain eyes. “I dunno…”
“Are you quitting the game? Are you scared? Yup, I bet that video I made scared you, huh?”
“I’m not scared.”
“Prove it.”
She climbed up on her knees, the skirt taking away my lovely view of those wet panties. She inched closer, looking at the big bulge in my pants. I put my hands on my hips as my daughter came forward, crawling on her hands and knees toward me.
“Open the belt,” I told her. “Hard to smell anything through jeans.”
“Okay,” she said under her breath.
Her little fingers were shaking as she grasped the leather and pulled against the buckle. They loosened, held together by a button. She nervously pinched it between her fingers and pried it apart. They nearly slipped down my legs, but my zipper held them up. She was trying hard not to touch the bulge as she reached for the little metal tongue. She pulled down with a steady hand until the weight of my jeans took over, leaving me there with a raging hard cock covered by a thin layer of 40% cotton 60% polyester.
She looked up at me. “Your cock is hard.”
“You didn’t think it would stay soft while I was licking your pussy, did you?”
“I thought you licked my panties?”
“My cock couldn’t tell the difference.”
I reached out for her, running my hand through her hair, holding the side of her head. “Don’t be scared. Just move a little closer and take a breath.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said. She stretched her neck and her nose came closer to my big cock, bent to the side, making an obscene outline. Her nostrils pulsed as she inhaled. “Hmm…”
“Still too far?”
“Kinda…”
Her nose came right to the flap of my boxers, the single button strained to break apart as my fat daddy cock pushed up against it.
“Unbutton that.”
She glanced up at me. “Are you sure?”
“Trust me,” I whispered to her, nudging her in with my hand on her head. She reached up, careful not to touch my cock as her little fingertips bent the plastic button to the side. It split open and she could clearly see thick cock flesh before her eyes.
“Oh,” she whispered.
“It’s not going to hurt you.”
Her nose came closer and closer. And then I felt the tip of it touch the shaft of my cock. She inhaled and hummed in her throat. I stroked the side of her head.
“You like that, baby?”
She looked up, pulling the tip of her nose away from my cock. “Yes. It smells musky.”
“Are you getting wetter?”
“Yes,” she whispered, keeping eye contact with me. “It’s kinda making my mouth water.”
“Well, now you’re giving me ideas…”
She sat back on the bed, breaking contact. “My turn first.”
“Dare,” I answered before she asked.
“Um, okay. I dare you to, um… do you want to taste my pussy juice?”
I sat down next to her. “Oh, yes.”
“Okay,” she said, lying back. She spread her legs a little, and I moved between them. Her hand wandered across her stomach, her fingers slipping into the rim of her panties. I watched as the outline of her middle finger ran down across her clit and slipped between her pussy lips and vanished into her warm wet hole. She pulled her fingers out and held them up, gooey and slick in front of my face. “Still want to?”