Dancing With Daddy

An impromptu dance in a fairy ring forever changes the relationship between Lana and her father.

As the canoe flips over, Allen is startled by how cold the water is, despite the heat of the day. He quickly looks around, searching for his daughter. He sees her a short distance away, laughing.

"I can't believe you actually tipped us over, Dad!" She slowly swims over to him and helps him flip over the canoe.

"You can't be that surprised. I mean, I warned you!" Allen says jovially. "Help me get the canoe to shore, so we can regroup a little." He looks up and sees that his 19 year old, Lana, has reached the shore. She grabs the rope, and ties the canoe to a nearby tree.

"Well, that was fun." Lana says as she catches her breath. She takes her shirt off and wrings it out. Her blue bikini top barely covering her small breasts.

Allen takes off his own shirt and drapes it over a low hanging branch. He looks around, his gaze falling on Lana. She is slightly bent at the waist, facing away from him, wringing the water out of her long black hair. She looks so innocent and yet so sexy. His eyes follow the curve of her hip. He hadn't noticed how round her ass had become. He feels his cock stiffen. He quickly averts his eyes when he sees Lana stand up and turn towards him.

"Do you feel like exploring a little while we dry off?" He asks.

"Sure." Lana shrugs her shoulders. "Why not." She walks over to him and looks around. "Let's go." She heads off down a small path leading into the woods.

Allen follows her. He stops to admire the beauty that surrounds him. He has always loved nature and being out here like this has him feeling better than he has in a long time.

"Oh my God!! Dad! Come here." Lana calls out. Allen heads her way and smiles when he sees what she has found. "Can you believe it? It's a perfect fairy ring?" Her voice is full of laughter and delight. "Just like in the stories you used to tell me." She steps inside the ring. "Shall we tempt fate and dance?" She smiles at him playfully. "Please Daddy?" She holds her hand out to him.

"You are a bad girl." Allen says with a smirk. He pulls out his cellphone, taking it out of its waterproof container. He starts a slower song and sets it on a rock. He takes her hand and steps inside the fairy ring. Putting his hand on her waist, he slowly leads her in a dance.

Lana wraps both arms around Allen neck, putting her head on his chest. Her breasts push into him, her nipples noticeably hard against his body. She moves slowly with him, gently twirling his hair in her fingertips.

Allen's hands wrap around his daughter's waist. He feels her young, taut body against his. He gently runs a finger along the waistband of her shorts, an intimate gesture, but hopefully innocent enough to go unnoticed. He is hard and he tries to adjust his position to hide it, but Lana pushers herself closer. Snuggling in against him, a soft moan escaping her lips. Allen's manhood twitches in response and he feels Lana smile against his chest.

Is she enjoying this? Allen thinks to himself. His finger moves inside the waistband of her shorts, feeling the soft, pale skin just above her ass. They dance closely and he looks down at her and sees his own blue eyes staring back at him. She takes after him so much. The black hair, the blue eyes, he had heard somewhere that the first born girl was just a female version of her dad, she was living proof.

"Do you like dancing with me Daddy?" Her voice is light and playful. But her eyes look at him with an intensity he has never seen in her before. Allen swallows hard, nodding slowly. She smiles at him. "I like it too." She pulls his head down, pressing her lips against his.

Allen pulls away from her. "What are you doing? I'm your father!" He looks at her, holding her arms tightly, trying hard to regain some control. He is rock hard, still tasting her lips on his. She looks at him innocently, batting her long eyelashes. It is taking all that he has to not grab her and kiss her again.

"Daddy..." Lana looks at him with her large eyes. "I wanted to kiss you. Didn't you want to kiss me?" She pouts out her bottom lip.

Allen succumbs to his darkest desires, his thumb tracing down her face, pulling down her lip. He kisses her deeply, his tongue swirling around hers. Her mouth still tastes slightly of the strawberries they had at lunch. His hands reach down cupping her round, tight ass.

Lana moans as her tongue matches his with equal passion. Allen's hand reaches up and gently rubs his thumb over her nipple thru her thin bikini top, eliciting a small squeak. He smiles against her lips, as he reaches behind her and unties her top. Squeezing her uncovered breast, he gently pinches her soft, pink nipple.

He is taken aback by the sight before him. His daughter is splayed out before him half-naked in the grass, her long black hair spread in a corona around her head. Small pink nipples sit hard atop her taut pointy breasts. Her hips have a slightly outward curve as her body has taken on her more womanly shape. "You are so beautiful, Princess." He whispers as he brings his mouth down onto her nipple again, sucking and licking gently. His facial hair rubs against her sensitive areolas, the friction only adding to the pleasure.

His breath is hot in her skin as he whispers, "Can I do more?" His hand slides down her stomach, and rests on the button of her shorts. He looks at her, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation.

"Yes, please." Lana answers, her eyes locked on his as he unbuttons her shorts, sliding them down revealing her naked pussy to the hot summer sun.

Allen pushes Lana's long, pale legs apart, her glistening pink labial lips spreading slightly. His fingers brush against her soft pink pearl sitting amogst her neatly trimmed black bush, coaxing it out of it hood.

Allen's cock strains against his pants as he makes slow, small circles on her tiny, hard nub. He gently sucks and nibbles on her nipples. Sitting up on his elbow again, relishing the sight of her gorgeous, young body. "Does that feel good?" He asks quietly.

Her body twitches in response, as she reaches up, pulling him down into a rough, eager kiss. She moans into his mouth, his finger beginning to stroke her slick wet folds, teasing the tight virgin entrance of her maidenhood.

"Oh fuck! You're so tight." Allen exclaims as he slides his middle finger inside her. He massages her g spot with every thrust, curving his finger up slightly, feeling her hips begin to rock against his hand.

Adding his index finger causes Lana to gasp, her hips bucking forward before resuming their gentle rocking. "Oh wow!" She says in a husky whisper, lost in her pleasure.

He can feel her walls clenching around his fingers and knows she is close. "Yes Princess, cum for me, cum all over your daddy's fingers." His voice is a soft, deep rumble in her ear.

Lana's eyes fly open as color floods her normally pale face. Her moans turn to growls as her hips buck against his fingers. Her juices puddle in the palm of his hand as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. "Wow." She breathes. Her eyes slightly glazed over as she lies back.

Allen looks at the puddle in his hand, bringing it to his mouth and drinking it greedily, tasting her warm, salty femininity.

He crawls down between her legs, sliding his pants off, revealing his long, hard cock. Positioning himself against her still quivering labial lips. He slides his cock along her folds, coating himself in her wetness. "Are you ready for me?"

Lana looks at him, a nervous look in her eyes. "Ye..yes..I think so." She smiles at him, but her brow is furrowed.

Allen, still rubbing himself against her, looks down at her with a soft expression. "It will feel so good Princess, I promise. It only hurts for a minute and I will be so gentle." He coos his words to her. He doesn't wait for an answer this time. Slowly pushing his bulbous head inside her, feeling her stretch around his girth. As he eases his way deeper, he feels a small gush around his shaft as her hymen breaks and her virginal blood mixes with her womanly juices.

Lana grits her teeth against the pain. A tear runs down her round, lightly freckled cheek. Allen pulls most of the way out of her before slowly pushing back inside. As he withdraws again, the pain subsides. Pushing back in a little faster this time. Lana moans as the pain is replaced with a tingling pleasure.

Allen pushes deeper and a little harder every time. She reaches up locking her hands around his neck, causing his cock to push up against her g spot. Her already tight pussy clenches down hard on his engorged shaft as both of their orgasms crash down. He pushes himself deep, holding her hips against him, as they cum together.

He lays there for a moment, lost in post-orgasmic bliss. He looks down at her. The color is still high in her cheeks, a small smile on her lips. As he slowly pulls out, his eyes meet hers. He searches for any sign of pain or regret and sees none. He rolls to the side, propping himself on his elbow beside her. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Allen asks tentatively.

"No. That was...I don't know the..? Let's go with... magical." She laughs softly, her breath slowly returning to normal, her hand reaching out to touch Allen's chest. She gently runs her fingers through his chest hair, feeling the muscles underneath. She gently pushes him back, sitting up and adjusting her top.

Allen turns to tie her bikini top. "I agree, Princess. That was magical."

Lana stands up, pulling her shorts back up. "Let's talk as we walk back to the canoe. Need help, old man?" She offers her hand. He playfully smacks it away.

He pulls up his pants as he stands up. "I'm not that old." He laughs easily. He grabs his phone off the rock and shuts off the music. The realization of what just happened suddenly hits him.

As they walk back up the short path, Lana hums. It's a tune he recognizes, but can't place. "What song is that?" Allen asks.

"My Little Girl." She answers, looking over her shoulder, and blows him a kiss.

Chapter 2

Fuck, that last day at camp, he was a complete wreck! He was sure that at any moment Lana was going to slip and say something. But she hadn't. In fact, Lana has acted as if nothing happened.

They have been back home for almost a week, and Allen still can't believe his luck! Everything is completely normal. "Life is good." He says to himself.

He opens the picture folder on his computer, finding the recent camp uploads. Leaning back in his office chair, he scrolls through the numerous pictures they had all taken. He suddenly stops, his eyes narrowing on the very last picture.

As he clicks on it, Lana's mostly naked body suddenly fills his screen. It is taken from the neck down, wearing only a pair of light blue silk panties, her legs crossed at the ankles. Her pointy, perky breasts pushed up seductively by her left arm. On her stomach, written in lipstick, are the words Daddy's girl, encased in a heart.

His hand is already kneading his cock. His eyes wandering over Lana's body. Remembering how warm her skin had been. Her strawberry flavored kiss. God, she was so tight! He could barely fit inside her. But he had, and she had been so wet!

He zooms in on the picture, focusing on the small blue panties. A moan escapes his lips as he sees what he was hoping for, a small wet line on the silky panties. She had been turned on when she took this for him.

Allen orgasm comes quickly, spurting up over his hand. He sits there for a moment, catching his breath. He suddenly hears the door open. "Fuck!" He mutters to himself. He quickly zips up his pants and closes the picture. Becky, Lana's mom and his wife for the last 12 years, stops at his office door.

"Hey." She leans against the door frame, casually flipping her long, chestnut hair over her shoulder. "I'm only home for a minute, I forgot my phone." She rolls her eyes.

"That explains why I've gotten so much work done." He teases.

She laughs as she walks towards him. She bends down and kisses him gently, parting her lips just enough to caress his bottom lip with her tongue. "I'll be home around 5. Maybe we do pizza and a movie tonight?"

"Sounds great." He answers, gently patting her ass as she turns away from him.

"Bye Hun!" She waves over her shoulder. As she reaches the door, she turns back, her voice filled with humor. "Looks like you got a little "hard work" on your desk there." She laughs as she walks out the door.

He hears the front door close and he quickly looks down at his desk. He slaps his head comically as he grabs a tissue.

Chapter 3

Lana walks in the room with a bowl of popcorn. She sits down on the loveseat next to Allen. "I want something with fairies in it." Lana says. She looks at Allen. "What's that Peter Pan movie you like?

"Hook?" He answers.

"Yeah." She takes a bite of popcorn. "That's got a fairy in it." She adjusts her tank top, as she folds her legs beneath her.

"It does." He looks at her confused. She smiles at him as he starts the movie. Allen settles back on the loveseat. Lana covers them both with a blanket and sets the popcorn on his lap. He puts his arm around her as she snuggles up close to him. Becky looks at him from across the room, a small smile on her lips. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles back. He blows her a kiss, and he turns off the light.

They all watch the movie and munch on their popcorn. When Tinkerbell appears for the first time, Lana's hand moves to Allen's lap under the blanket. He feels her heart start to race against his side. His hand slides up her side slowly. He looks over at Becky, who seems focused on the movie. Lana starts to stroke his growing erection through his pajama pants as she watches the movie.

Allen hand slides down slightly and he gently pinches her nipple over her tight tank top. She pulls his fully erect cock out of his pants. Allen suppresses a moan as her soft hand begins stroking him again. The sensitive head gently rubbing against the cotton blanket.

Becky looks over at her husband and their daughter. That is so cute. She thinks to herself. She sees them snuggled up under the blanket, Allen arm wrapped around Lana as she snuggles against him. With a smile, she takes a sip of wine and starts watching the movie again.

Allen is careful to keep his eyes fixed on the screen, though at this point, he couldn't tell you what was happening. He is focused on his daughter's gentle, soft hands on his sensitive cock, on her hard nipple between his rough fingers. She gently squeezes the base of his cock then slides her hand back up his length, making his body twitch slightly. Her strokes slows as she feels her mother's gaze on them. She is pretty sure her body blocks most of her mom's view, but...

Lana panics! What was she doing? She pulls her hand away quickly, using it to cover her nipple. She sits up, moving away from him slightly. She forces a yawn. "I'm going to bed." She says a little more dramatically then necessary.

"Are you feeling all right?" Becky asks.

Lana nods. "Yeah, I'm just tired. Night, guys." She heads down the hallway.

Allen quickly tucks his cock back in his pants as Becky watches Lana walk away. "That was weird." She turns to Allen, her brow furrowed slightly.

He shrugs his shoulders, hoping to seem nonchalant. Inside he is a mix of emotions. He is confused and frustrated in the sudden change in Lana. She started all this, then poof! She's gone. Now he is left with a serious hard-on and wondering what the fuck happened.

Becky gets up and comes to join him on the couch. "Looks like it's just you and me." She snuggles up close to him as he puts his arm around her.

Allen starts the movie, his finger tracing small circles on Becky's exposed hip. His cock twitches as he feels her hand slide up his thigh. His hand moves down, gently rubbing Becky's ass as her hand starts to caress his cock.

"Wow Hun, you're already hard." Becky says with a smirk. "Guess it's a good thing Lana went to bed, huh?"

Allen relaxes back on the couch, rubbing her ass as her hand strokes him. "It really was, Babe." He feels her grip tighten as she continues to stroke him. "Mmhhmm... Fuck, you are so good at that."

Chapter 4

Allen sits in his home office, staring at the picture Lana had taken for him. It has been days since the whole movie night fiasco, and Lana has been expertly avoiding him. His finger traces the screen along the heart she had drawn on her stomach and he lets out a loud sigh. He hears the front door open and quickly shuts down his computer.

"Hey Princess, how was your day?" He asks as he rounds the corner into the living room.

"Oh!" Lana jumps. "You scared me!" She meets his gaze momentarily, before she drops her eyes to the floor. "My day was fine." She shuffles her feet awkwardly.

His heart drops as he looks at her. "Hey, can we talk? Mom won't be home for at least a couple of hours." He sits down on the couch, a hopeful look on his face.

Lana sighs, drops her purse and plops down in the chair.

Not off to a good start, Allen thinks, but at least she isn't running away to her bedroom. "What's going on with you?" Allen asks. Lana stares at her feet. He takes a deep breath, he feels his temper rising and he tries his best to keep it in check.

Lana continues to stare at her feet, crossing her arms over under her small breasts, causing her crop top to expose more of her bare midriff.

"Come on, kid, talk to me." Allen almost growls. His anger is growing. What the fuck was her problem?

"Why?" She snaps her head up, her eyes blazing.

Allen returns her gaze, his temper erupting. "Because you're being a bitch!" He yells as he stands up. "And I don't even know why. We were fine til you decided to get all "let's watch a fairy movie" and touch Daddy's cock." He starts pacing around the room. "Not to mention the incredibly risky picture you put on my computer. What if Mom had seen it? Did you think about that?"

"What was I supposed to do? Get you off in front of Mom?" She yells back. "I panicked, ok?!"

He stops, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Of course you weren't." He says. "But what's with the fucking attitude?"

She crosses her arms over her chest. "You never said anything about the picture! I thought you would like it." Lana whines like a petulant child.

Allen's temper flares again. "You're being a little cunt because of...what? Because I didn't tell you I liked your picture?" He grabs her wrist. "This is fucking real life. I couldn't give you a little blue thumbs up." He shoves her hand down his pants making her feel his hard-on. "Here, this is what I think of your picture."

Lana struggles against her father but he easily overpowers her. "Dad! Please! I'm sorry." She pleads.

"You're sorry?" Allen asks incredulously. He let's go of her hands, pulling his pants down as he takes a step back, kicking them away.

Lana looks at the floor, scared by the anger she saw in her dad's eyes.

Taking her chin in his hand, Allen pushes her face back up to his. His temper seems to have cooled a little, and there is a small, seductive smile on his lips. "Have you ever given a boy a blowjob Princess?"

Her eyes widen at the question. "No." She answers. She relaxes a little, feeling a little embarrassed at her inexperience. "I mean, I touched Billy Robinson's once but..."

Allen stops her words, pressing his finger hard against her lips. "I don't give a fuck about Billy Robinson." He growls. Lana flinches slightly, quickly realizing her error. She knows that while her father's temper may have cooled, it had not been extinguished. "Kneel." He growls again.

Lana does as she's told, the plush, off-white carpet soft on her knees.

Allen's breathing is heavy. The sight of his 19 year old daughter kneeling before him, his cock dangling in front of her pouty dark pink lips sends a perverse shiver up his spine. He quickly whips his hips to the side, slapping his shaft against Lana's cheek. "Time to show Daddy how sorry you are." His voice so deep with desire it is almost unrecognizable.

He slides the head of his manhood between her slightly parted lips. When her lips tighten around the sensitive flesh, Allen succumbs to the darkness of his most carnal desires, grabbing the back of Lana's head and shoving his full length down her throat.

Lana gags as he holds her tightly against him, his balls resting against her chin. Her eyes water as she gasps for air around his thickness.

He pulls her away, yanking her by her long black ponytail. She pants as spit dribbling from her still open mouth. He lets go of her hair, wiping away a tear from her flushed cheek, before pushing back inside wet dripping lips.

He thrusts again, slower this time, letting her get used to his length. Lana places her hands on his thighs, stopping his thrusts. Allen grunts in protest but slowly relaxes as she takes over, gliding her lips eagerly around his shaft.

Lana's movements, awkward at first, grow more confident as she finds her rhythm. Her tongue swirls and twists in an inexperienced attempt to please him. Reaching up and cupping his balls, bouncing them between her fingers.

With a roar Allen pulls himself out of her mouth, his hand working hard on his throbbing cock, as ropes of hot sticky cum spurt out onto Lana's face.

He stands over her, trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. His hand still gripping his cock as he sees her lick his cum from her lips, closing her eyes, savoring the taste of his seed.

Allen's breathing returns to normal and he extends a hand to Lana, easily pulling her off the floor. He steps away from her, picking up his phone from the table, and takes a picture of her makeup smeared, cum splattered face.

"I'm sorry Daddy." She says quietly.

"I know you are Princess." He wipes a dab of cum away from her eye with his thumb, wiping it on her shirt. All traces of his anger gone. "Why don't you go get yourself cleaned up." He says, slapping her round ass playfully as she heads towards the bathroom. "I love you."

Lana turns slightly, smiling over her shoulder. "I love you too." She blows him a a kiss and closes the bathroom door.

Allen puts his pants back on, looking at the picture on his phone. He smiles as he think about how firm her ass felt in his hand. "Only one hole left." He chuckles to himself as he goes to get something to clean his cum out of the carpet.