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My Little Nudist
by Rick (address withheld)

***

A confused single father is seduced by his beautiful 
daughter. (M/F-teen, ped?, 1st, inc)

***

My daughter Lisa, is fifteen. She's out of high school 
on summer vacation and has decided to spend it here with 
me at our place in the country instead of in the city 
with her aunt because she really feels happy and 
comfortable here.

Lisa's mother deserted us when she was only seven, so 
I've been both mother and father to her since then; 
we've grown very close over the years, much closer than 
most fathers and daughters. Her room has always been 
next to mine, so she can come in at night if she's 
lonely or has a nightmare - in which I abandon her as 
her mother did. 

I always hold her while she cries and soothe her, 
assuring her that I'll always be there for her. Now, 
Lisa has never liked clothes. I call her my "little 
nudist." Even when she was very small, she loved to run 
around stark naked - and since our place is pretty 
secluded, I let her. 

She was so cute - a pretty little nudie, walking in the 
woods with nothing on but a spritz of insect repellent. 
(We have a hundred acres of woods far from any towns or 
other farms.) She never liked to go into town, because 
she knew she'd have to put on clothes and shoes. She 
hated school for the same reason; the second she got 
home, off came her clothes! 

Even after she started high school, I could never keep 
her dressed. It's been eight days since her vacation 
started, and she hasn't put on so much as a pair of 
panties. She sleeps nude, too. I was never able to get 
her to wear nighties or pajamas, so when she came in 
crying after one of her nightmares, she was always 
naked. I used to wrap her up in my sheet when I 
comforted her. 

Even then, the warmth of her nubile body would cause my 
cock to stiffen. I never let it come in contact with her 
thou, being afraid of what she would think of me. I 
thought our life was just about perfect - just the two 
of us, all alone out in the woods. I'd write my books 
(I'm a novelist by trade) and she could run around in 
her birthday suit to her heart's content. 

But recently, something happened that changed 
everything.

Lisa had come into my room sniffling. I lifted up my 
sheet as usual and wrapped it around her as she lay down 
beside me. We didn't speak - that was also usual; I knew 
what was troubling her - another bad dream. But this 
time, she seemed more subdued than usual as she snuggled 
into my arms. 

After awhile, she rose and went back to her room. The 
next morning, I awoke to the smell of frying sausages 
and coffee. I walked into the kitchen and found Lisa 
standing at the counter, nude as always, spreading 
butter on our toast.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I said, taking the cup of 
coffee she had prepared for me. 

When she didn't reply, I looked at her. Lisa was staring 
at the eggs she was scrambling, her face closed. "Good 
morning," she finally said, but she didn't look at me. 

"What's wrong, honey?" I asked. 

She only shook her head. "Breakfast's ready," she said 
as she scraped the eggs onto our warmed plates. Her eyes 
still didn't meet mine. She sat silently through 
breakfast. 

When we were finished, I moved to the couch and patted 
the spot beside me. She sat down obediently. "Now what's 
the matter, Lisa?" 

She shook her head, her long hair swinging. "Something I 
didn't do?" I offered. She looked at me, and her face 
suddenly distorted, tears filling her eyes.

My arms went out to hold her, but she pushed me away 
weakly. "Don't!" she said. "You don't have to." 

"What?" I asked. I was really confused and upset. 

She looked at me, tears streaking her face. "Why don't 
you like to touch me Daddy?" she asked, her voice 
quavering. 

"I don't - that's not - I do like to touch you, 
sweetheart." I stammered. "Why would you think that?"

She began to sob. "You always p-put the sheet around me 
when I come into your room at night," she said through 
her tears. "You never touch me during the day, either - 
you haven't since I was a little girl. You hardly even 
look at me! And you only hug me when - when I have 
clothes on." She wrung her hands, her breath catching. 
"Am I that ugly?" 

I was thunderstruck. "N-no, honey, no... I'm just..." I 
didn't know what to say. Lisa surely wasn't ugly - in 
fact, as I sat there looking at her, I thought she was 
the most beautiful girl I'd even seen. With her soft 
brown eyes, full lips and beautiful, long brown hair 
curling around her shoulders, she was a vision. As she 
wiped away her tears, I thought that even her hands were 
beautiful. It dawned on me that I'd obviously been 
suppressing any thought of my daughter as a woman.

Here was this beautiful, naked young girl in my house, 
and even in my bed, but I had kept myself from looking 
at her in that way - because she was my daughter. I 
realized that I was afraid to touch her when she was 
naked - which was almost all the time. Even though I 
knew that touch was one of the most important ways to 
communicate love to your children. I'd been denying Lisa 
that very thing. Still, though - the thought of putting 
my hands on her nude body frightened me. Just say it, I 
thought. 

"I'm afraid, Lisa," I said gently. 

She abruptly stopped crying, and as I tried to explain 
it to her, her sniffling stopped and she sat looking at 
me. Finally, looking at her lap, she spoke. "Daddy, it 
feels funny to tell you this, like I'm teaching you, but 
it's all right to have those feelings for me." She 
sniffed. "At least I hope it's all right. I have those 
feeling for you, you know." She looked up into my eyes.

I suppose I was gaping at her. She's so beautiful when 
she laughs, I thought. And when she smiles, as she did 
then. "Don't be shocked, Daddy. I don't always have 
nightmares when I come into your bedroom. Sometimes I 
just want you to hold me. That's all right, isn't it?" 

"Of course it is - I just thought..."

"Well, don't worry, it's all right." She stood up. It 
was weird. It was as if she were the parent and I was 
the child. She seemed so wise, so at ease with the 
subject. She stood up and stepped away from me, then 
turned around. "Look at me, Daddy," she said. "I want 
you to really look at me. This is what I am. If you like 
the way I look - please tell me." She smiled.

"Why do you think I like to go naked all the time? It 
makes me feel sexy. Am I sexy Daddy?" I was looking at 
her, really seeing her for the first time in years - and 
I realized that I had a hard-on. "Do you think I have 
pretty titties?" she asked, thrusting out her chest. 

I nodded, open-mouthed. Her breasts were firm, pointed 
little cones that stood straight out. They were tipped 
with puffy looking nipples, like pink little pencil 
erasers. I nodded, speechless. Her hips were wide, a 
flare of femininity that contrasted excitingly with her 
narrow waist. Her belly was a soft, pale cushion of 
flawless white skin, punctuated by her cute navel. Her 
pubic mound bore only a trace of hair; I could see the 
crease at its apex clearly.

She blushed and turned around to show me the long, 
smooth sweep of her back and the plump perfection of her 
bare ass. Even her little feet are beautiful, I thought 
feverishly. My little girl was getting grown up! I knew 
that her naked body would never fail to affect me again. 
I wondered how I was going to cope if she continued in 
her nudist ways - and I knew she would. It's a cliche, 
but it's true: My cock was throbbing. My naked daughter 
turned and approached me. 

"I want you to touch me, Daddy," she said softly. "I 
want you to show me how pretty you think I am and how 
much you love me." She settled into my lap, and my stiff 
cock was pressed against her bare ass through my pants. 
She smiled delightedly and snuggled closer, deliberately 
rubbing against it. "You do like me," she whispered, 
with a little giggle. 

My arms went around her, and as I lifted my face to 
hers, she whimpered again: "Touch me all over, Daddy. I 
need you to touch me so bad..." I kissed her eyes and 
her cheeks as my hands roamed over her smooth, bare 
skin, feeling her. She sighed, even sniffled a little as 
I touched her, stroking her thighs, her back, her sides. 
But that wasn't enough. "Touch my tits, Daddy," she 
whispered, leaning back to present them to me. 

I hesitantly cupped one tender young breast with my 
hand, and she shivered. It was as firm and springy as 
foam rubber, and as I slid my palm across her nipple - 
so incredibly soft and delicate, smoother than satin - 
she trembled and cried out, "Oh Daddy! I've needed you 
to touch them for so long..." 

I felt and fondled her tits for long minutes as she sat 
with her eyes closed, breathing heavily. A few beads of 
perspiration appeared on her upper lip, and I kissed 
them away. She murmured something into my cheek, but I 
couldn't understand it. "What?" I whispered, my hands 
still moving on her soft breasts. 

"Touch me there. my pussy," she murmured again, then hid 
her face against me as she opened her thighs - very 
wide. 

I looked down. Her sweet cunt was glistening with 
moisture, and the fragrance of her excitement filled my 
nostrils. Her pussy scent was like musky perfume. 

I cupped her mound and felt the wet sponginess of her 
swollen pussy lips beneath my fingers. She gasped. Her 
hips rolled upward involuntarily. "Oh, Daddy." she 
whispered, "I'm naked, I'm so naked - feel me-" I began 
to move my hand, massaging her sopping pussy gently, 
squeezing and pressing her wet flesh. She whimpered and 
moved against me, bumping her hips intimately. "Feel me 
inside!" she croaked, and I slipped my middle finger 
between her slick lips. 

I was finger fucking my own daughter! She moaned loudly, 
and as I marveled at the heat of her, she suddenly 
shuddered and had a long, delicious orgasm. I felt her 
pussy muscles squeezing my finger rhythmically as she 
vibrated on it, biting her lip and shaking. I held her 
tit and kissed her as she came, naked in my arms, 
undulating her ass against my painfully stiff cock as I 
continued fucking her with my finger. I held her for 
long seconds as she shivered and spasmed, my finger 
exploring her sweet, grasping pussy boldly. 

When she finally stopped shaking, I held her as her 
breathing slowed. But she wasn't finished. She looked at 
me, her soft brown eyes even softer. She stood, offering 
her hand. "Let's take a shower." 

In only a moment, it seemed, I was with her in our 
shower stall, as naked as she. We bathed together for 
the first time since she was a baby. I lathered her 
glorious body with my hands, and she soaped me up with 
hers, both of us taking special care with each other's 
most intimate parts. Her soft, slippery fingers on my 
steel hard cock made me writhe - and Lisa giggled. We 
played in the shower until the hot water ran out, then 
jumped laughing from the icy spray. 

We dried each other and then went to bed. This time I 
didn't wrap her with the sheet. Her bare, smooth skin 
kissed mine, all over, as she plastered her naked body 
against me. We held each other and whispered soft words 
of love. 

I had never felt so consumed and so fulfilled, all at 
once. Her soft hands began wandering over my skin, 
stroking me as I had stroked her. I felt her soft hand 
cupping my balls, then she smiled down at my stiff, 
purple-red cock and curled her fingers around it almost 
reverently. 

"I've never seen it hard before," she said. I only 
moaned a little, and she giggled and squeezed it.

Clear fluid trickled out and ran over her fingers. "Oh!" 
she exclaimed, then collected some of the slick pre-cum 
on her fingertips and began rubbing it into my cockhead. 
I was already near orgasm; I bit my lip and strained to 
hold back my boiling cum as she sensuously massaged my 
bare, sensitive cockhead. All my senses were overloaded. 

I watched her slippery, pretty fingers sliding around 
and around on my cock; felt her soft nipples brushing my 
chest; heard the wet smacking sound of her sticky pussy 
as she shifted beside me; smelled the funky perfume of 
her sexuality; and then she lifted her face to me, and I 
tasted her sweet, open mouth for the first time. Her 
soft lips sucked at my tongue as she swirled her 
fingertips on my cockhead in a maddeningly slick and 
rhythmic motion. 

I broke away from her kiss, "Baby, I'm going to shoot," 
I gasped. And to my shock, Lisa quickly bent her head to 
my crotch and began to suck gently on my swelling 
cockhead, even as her slick fingers still pumped on my 
shaft! I looked down at my naked daughter, my beautiful 
nudist teenager who was sucking me off, and then I felt 
her tongue whipping the tiny hole at the tip of my cock. 

I groaned and started shooting, shooting in my 
daughter's mouth, shooting her my sperm, shooting 
everything I had, shooting my love into her warm, wet, 
sucking mouth. I looked down as the wads continued to 
rip out of my cock like liquid fire; her lips were 
halfway down my shaft, my cockhead deep in her mouth as 
she slurped and sucked eagerly. 

Her eyes were dreamily closed as she swallowed my juice, 
nursing at my shooting cock contentedly. So I shot her 
some more. When she lifted her head, a pearl of my sperm 
was glistening at the corner of her mouth; she licked it 
away and smiled. 

"Let me lick you," I whispered. 

She caught her breath, then closed her eyes and pulled 
her knees back and wide open. She held her pussy apart 
for me as I kissed her there, digging in deep with my 
lips and tongue, slurping up her juices greedily, 
sucking her clit as she writhed and cried, helpless 
under my mouth. She was sweet and sticky as honey. 

I lifted my head, and she lifted hers and looked down at 
me. No word was spoken, but we both knew. It was time. I 
crawled up her body slowly, kissing my way, pausing to 
suck ever so gently at her tender nipples. I felt her 
hand groping for my cock; it felt like a club, it was so 
heavy and hard. My beautiful, naked daughter guided my 
bare cock into her pussy with her own hand. She opened 
herself with the other, leveraging her lips open with 
two fingers as she fitted my swollen cockhead into her 
creamy, melting pussy. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh, Daddy, Oh, Daddy...It's so big!" 

I sank into her slowly as she watched my face. She was 
furnace-hot and sloppy wet, parboiling my naked cock in 
her sweet young pussy. Her cunt rippled and squeezed my 
cock as I slid farther and farther up it, squelching and 
smacking wetly. 

"Oh Daddy!" Her soft voice and the sound of her passion-
sloppy pussy were driving me crazy. I started to pump 
her before I was all the way in. In and out. In and out 
- a little deeper each time.

"Fuck me Daddy - fuck me naked!" My Lisa was so wet, so 
hot, so bare and beautiful. Soon I was fucking her hard, 
driving in all the way and screwing my cock around and 
around in her luscious wet hole, fucking my naked 
daughter hungrily, eagerly, desperately. Since I had 
already cum in my naked daughters mouth, I was able to 
hold back my straining sperm as she meowed and cried and 
hunched her hips back at me intimately. I fucked my baby 
girl till she came, again and again and again...

It was heaven, watching her baby face grimace with 
pleasure! I finally cried out and grabbed the firm 
cheeks of her ass as I felt the cum rushing up from my 
balls. She grabbed my ass as well, her nails digging in, 
shocking me and making me jerk and drive my bursting 
cock even deeper as blast after blast exploded into her 
sweet, fuck-swollen pussy. We came together for what 
seemed like hours, babbling: "Shoot me f-full... Your n-
naked little girl... Oh, Daddy, I'll go naked for you 
forever..." 

Afterward, I gently cleaned her up with a warm, damp 
washcloth as she stretched and purred like a cat, legs 
wide. Lisa still hasn't put on a stitch of clothes since 
that morning seven months ago. She's still my "little 
nudist" - only now I love to watch her run around naked 
all the time! She's always teasing me with her quivery 
young tits and her plump giggly ass - and most of all, 
tempting me with her wet young pussy. 

We'll be out walking in our woods, and she'll suddenly 
squat down and pop it open all red and shining and ask 
for Daddy's cock - and I always give it to her. And my 
Lisa no longer has nightmares. Instead, our life 
together is a long, beautiful dream, for both of us - 
and our nights are filled with tender passion. She 
sleeps with me, our bare limbs wrapped around each other 
all night long. And in the morning we wake each other 
with a slow, tender fuck.

I love my little nudist.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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