LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Growing up, most of my friends liked Christmas better as they always anticipated a large haul of gifts from Santa. I, on the other hand, loved everything about Halloween, from the costumes to the candy and everything in between.

As an adult, my love of all things Halloween is just as strong as when I was small. Fortunately, my only daughter, Emma, embraced it just as I always had, even more so if that was possible. My ex-wife thought we were childish, making such a big deal of things, but it was a special passion shared between father and daughter that was priceless to me.

From the time Emma was a child she was constantly delving into her mother's closet, trying on new outfits and playing dress-up. Because of this, it was no surprise to find her as enthusiastic about Halloween as she aged, each year spending a great deal of time picking out the perfect costume. Her outfits were almost always sweet and innocent, as opposed to the gruesome attire some chose to wear.

Emma also loved to help me decorate the house and hand out the candy, even more than getting her own. Our home was a must see for all the kids in the neighborhood as we went over the top with spooky stuff, almost all homemade by the two of us.

After our divorce just four years ago, my ex wife and I agreed on joint custody of Emma, which overall worked out well. Emma came and went between our two homes without much trouble, but thankfully gravitated to my home almost exclusively during the run up to Halloween.

The last few years, Emma has hosted a pumpkin carving party at our home for her closest friends the Saturday evening before Halloween. Usually a few days before the party, the two of us would go to a local farm and select a car load of pumpkins and bring them home to clean out before the big event. It was a lot of work, but was totally worth it as everyone enjoyed the get together, particularly my daughter and I.

One week before the party, Emma and I had gotten up early to hit the local farm to select our hoard of pumpkins for the party. It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday, but a bit on the brisk side, so it had a really nice fall feel. We drove under a canopy of fall colors in the trees above the road. It seemed like we were in a yellow, orange and red tunnel as we made our way to the small farm on the outside of town.

Emma looked beautiful as we wandered the fields under the bright sun. The chill put a hint of color in her cheeks, while her long blonde hair was occasionally tossed by the gusts that blew leaves across our path. She was dressed in an old pair of jeans which molded to her lithe young bottom and legs, with a baby blue fleece jacket which really highlighted the color of her eyes. She really was a stunning young lady, but looked far more mature than her eighteen years.

Candidly, I had been much more aware of her physical attributes since the 'incident' a few months before. Shortly after Emma's eighteenth birthday, I arrived home from work earlier than usual one evening. Apparently she had not heard me enter the house, because after a shower she exited the bathroom completely naked, rubbing her hair with a towel as she walked to her room. We almost bumped into one another, and I don't know who was more shocked, her or I.

Before she was able to cover herself, I got an eyeful of the most lovely figure I'd ever seen. Even though it lasted the briefest of moments, the image was burned into my brain. I had not seen her in that state of undress since she was a child, and she certainly had changed. Her breasts were full, maybe a C cup, with pretty pink nipples. Her tummy was tight, and her hips flared out slightly above her long, sleek legs. I also noticed her crotch was completely shaven, clearly displaying her womanhood to my surprised eyes. I was forced to shake my head to clear the thoughts as we walked about the field.

I had learned from experience that picking out pumpkins was serious business for my daughter, just as it always had been for me. We spent hours scouring the fields for the perfect specimens, making sure they were suitable for carving. After we found a keeper, I was tasked to scoop it up and add it to the cart I diligently pulled behind us. I had to return to my car four times to unload all the pumpkins we selected, filling the trunk completely before we headed for home.

Emma spoke excitedly about her upcoming party as we drove. It always amazed me that in most ways she was every bit the mature young lady, but at times like that she could display the childish enthusiasm of a girl a fraction of her age. Candidly it was refreshing because the time went by so fast and it was nice to think of her as my little girl at times, not the adult she clearly was. Our time together was extra special because at that same time next year she'd be off at college for the first time, so I wanted to cherish every moment.

We spent the next week decorating the house and yard, enjoying each other's company as much as the work, making things exceptionally pleasant. There were giant spiders and webs over all the doors and most of the windows, with fake rats and black cats perched around the yard. We used some of my old clothes to build a wonderful scarecrow, which we placed on an old whiskey barrel near the front door. The place really looked great, if I do say so myself.

The day of Emma's party arrived and we huddled in the garage as we always had to complete one of the last major projects. We put a layer of newspaper down on the concrete floor, and then set the load of pumpkins on top in preparation for the messy work ahead. We sat near one another on old patio furniture cushions as we worked in tandem. I would wield a large knife to carve a lid out of the top, and then hand it over to Emma to begin scraping the guts out.

My job was much easier, so after I finished opening all the pumpkins, I jumped in and began cleaning them out as well. The task at hand was not particularly pleasant, but we attended to it diligently as we knew how much people enjoyed the carving contest.

After two hours or so, we had a number of buckets filled with slimy orange pulp and the dirty work was largely done. My lower back was sore from sitting on the floor, so I rolled onto the cushion to stretch and rest for a moment.

Emma was clearly in a playful mood, because she jokingly tossed a small glob of the pulp at me, which landed with a splat on my chin. She giggled hysterically as the wet sludge clung to my face like some kind of orange alien attacking my face.

Her laughter invigorated me, and suddenly my back felt better than before. Of course I felt compelled to answer her volley with one of my own. I sat up and grabbed a large handful of slimy seeds, and flung it her way, which landed with squarely across her chest.

Only a moment later, we were each digging in the sloppy wet goo to use as artillery. Handful after handful went flying in the air as we wrestled on the floor, laughing like children. We coated one another in an orange froth, making a mess of the garage in the process.

At one point I found myself on my back once more, but with Emma straddling my midsection. She was trying to rub the orange gunk into my face while I fought to keep her away. I grabbed her wrists with one hand as my other went to her chest to force her back. All of the sudden I realized that my palm was cupping her left breasts as we struggled against one another.

I was shocked at where my hand had landed, but Emma didn't seem to notice as she continued her assault. Her perky young bottom bounced up and down upon my groin as we fought, almost as if she was grinding herself into me. I had played sexual games like that when I was a teen, but certainly had never done anything like that with my daughter before.

The overt eroticism of the situation overwhelmed me, and my body began to react on its own. Blood flowed to my crotch as I felt the telltale signs of an erection coming on, which surprised me greatly. I had to break away to avoid the embarrassment and shame of my daughter feeling my hardening cock against her sex. I quickly rolled to my side and forced her off in a sweeping motion, then moved away from her a few feet. Emma looked as though she was about to pounce once more, so before she could attack I barked, "Enough."

We sat upon the floor gasping for breath as we recovered from all the exertion. Emma stared at me intently, and I wondered if the game was really over. I noticed something new in her eyes I had never seen before. Sure there was her devilish grin when she was up to no good, but there was something more.

I had to break eye contact with her as I was afraid she'd see how horny our little battle made me. My eyes moved downward and I couldn't help but take in her supple young form. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple white tee shirt, both of which were now covered in orange. The shirt was wet with the slime, and I could clearly make out her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Her breasts were heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and I could see them jiggle a bit, as they were clearly unencumbered.

My eyes moved back to her face and I found that her grin had widened, almost as if she knew exactly where I had looked and what I was thinking. We sat in silence for a while, gazing intently upon one another. Her hair was tossed about and she was sweating a bit, and in spite of the mess on her clothes, she actually looked sexy.

My cock was harder than ever, and I drew my knees up to shield it from her view. I saw her eyes move rapidly to my crotch, and I hoped she couldn't see the tent mounding my pants obscenely.

I was at a loss for words for a while, but then finally was able to utter, "Well, I guess we should get cleaned up."

Emma must have assumed I was joking, because she tossed another handful of pulp my way with a giggle. I really wasn't mad at her, more embarrassed by my condition, so in frustration I barked, "I said enough!"

She looked surprised by my outburst, but just shook her head ruefully. "Aw, you're a party pooper, Daddy," she teased, but began scraping the sludge off her arms and deposited it back in the buckets. She scratched at a large spot near her left nipple as she looked into my eyes, and I couldn't help but think she was trying to tease me, so I quickly averted my eyes.

I rolled over and turned away from her, hiding my erection as best as possible. I attempted to clear my head as I cleaned my body off, yet it was extremely difficult. The truth is, I always thought my daughter was stunning. She had the face of an angel but a body that was built for sin, two things I usually loved.

The cleanup was more grueling than expected as the room was a complete disaster. It was difficult to concentrate on the task at hand with my mind in such a troubled state, made even more challenging by Emma's constant presence so close to me. Her tee shirt was still clinging to her chest and her nipples were puffy, making my cock semi-erect the entire time.

After almost an hour, the garage was barely passable, so we wrapped things up and carried all the pumpkins out onto the back porch where the carving contest would be held later that evening. When we reentered the house, we stood side by side in the kitchen and washed our hands.

Emma said my back was covered in pulp, so she helped me pull my shirt off and tossed it into the sink. She then turned towards me and asked, "How's my back, Daddy?"

There were a few large orange spots here and there, but I was not about to pull her top off, so I said she wasn't too bad. A look of disappointment fell over her face, and I wondered if she really expected me to pull it off, knowing she didn't have a bra on.

We finished washing our hands, and then set about finishing a few last minute items. Since most of the other work for the party was done, we then retired to our rooms to shower and dress for the evening's festivities.

As always, Emma and I dressed in costume for the occasion, as did all the guests. For a few years now, she had dressed in tandem with her boyfriend. For example, last Halloween they went as Dorothy and the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. However, Kyle and Emma broke up a few months back and she was single for the party for first time in a while. She told me she loved dressing as a couple and asked if I'd be willing to accompany her, and of course I accepted. How could I disappoint my baby?

It took her quite a while to narrow the choices, but she finally settled on Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf for the two of us. I knew Emma would look amazing in her outfit, but candidly was skeptical of a wolf costume for myself. I must say however, when I tried it on I was really pleased. The attire actually made me look quite fierce, complete with long fangs, which I loved.

After dressing I made my way to the kitchen, and made busy work for myself as I awaited Emma's arrival. When she finally entered the room, my jaw almost hit the floor. The costume was simply made for her. It was the perfect blend of sweet and sexy.

My eyes slowly wandered from her head to her toes, as I soaked in her beauty. Emma's Red Riding Hood was decidedly less innocent than any fairy tale I remembered from childhood. The red cloak that draped her hair and spilled below her shoulders was short, not even waist-length, and it somehow called attention to her lips. She licked them nervously and I choked back a moan, taking in the unwittingly provocative gesture with her sexy-by-design look. A white capped-sleeved blouse with ruffles and an off-the-shoulder neckline was cinched in by a black corset, the ribbon ties working to lift Emma's breasts and create cleavage that I would have thought impossible on a girl her age, even with her curves. It tapered toward a short little skirt that seemed to dare someone to flip it up above her hips to bare the treasures beneath. The skirt was red and pleated and tucked so that it seemed ridiculously full given that its hem flitted only inches away from revealing her bottom. She wore white thigh-high stockings that ended long before reaching her skirt, revealing the tempting golden flesh of her upper thighs. And to top it off, she wore sparkly red pumps that seemed to make those delectable thighs - and the rest of her shapely legs - go on forever. I was pretty sure those shoes were leftovers from last year's Dorothy costume, but I didn't remember my body reacting to her blue-and-white gingham dress the way I was reacting to her Red Riding Hood costume.

Perhaps my baser instincts were on the rise because of my own get-up, a faux fur bodysuit, gloves, and shoe coverings. Although I suppose that if I really got into character, I wouldn't have been able to look at her without wagging my black wolf tail and licking the snout of my furry costume.

When my eyes returned to hers, Emma's face was glowing with a gigantic smile. I'm not sure what she saw in my face that gave me away so clearly, but she teased, "I take it you like, Daddy."

I felt my cheeks grow warm in embarrassment at being caught red handed checking her out, and mumbled somewhat incoherently, "Umm, yes...very nice, sweetie."

Emma came to me and wrapped me a big hug. She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "You're so cute, Dad."

I didn't know what to say, but I was afraid I'd grow another erection with her pressed so close. I desperately needed to put some distance between us, so I tried to distract her by changing the subject and said, "Let's make sure everything's ready for your guests."

Emma gave me a soft smile, then nodded before she walked away to attend to finalize preparations. I nervously wiped sweat off my brow, feeling warm all over, more from my predicament than the thick, furry costume.

I was stunned at how my daughter was able to throw me off my game so easily. Normally I'm quite confident, but being caught gawking was bad enough, but by my own flesh and blood was inexcusable.

Shortly thereafter the guests started to trickle in, and before long the party was in full swing. There were somewhere near twenty kids in attendance, roughly half each of boys and girls, each dressed in costume. I must say they all did a nice job picking out their attire for the evening, which I knew Emma would appreciate.

Since it was Emma's party, I tried to make myself scarce and let the kids have a good time with little supervision. For whatever reason, she would have none of that and kept pulling me back into the action from wherever I had disappeared to. I was gratified that an eighteen year old girl would want her dad around her friends, but still felt uncomfortable being near her given the lurid thoughts that were running around in my head.

At one point, Emma looked up at me and seemed to stare directly into my soul. She grabbed my hands and gave me a coy smile, and then said, "My, what big eyes you have."

She was clearly channeling her role as Little Red Riding Hood, and I felt my face twist into a grin. I immediately knew how to respond, and replied, "All the better to see you with, my dear."

Emma looked amazingly cute as her cheeks grew a tad red. She gave my hands a soft squeeze, then turned and walked away without another word.

I was a bit puzzled by her actions, and wondered just what was going on in her head. If she was anyone else I'd swear she was being flirtatious, but my daughter? I suddenly felt very warm again, and dismissed myself from the group to go outdoors to cool off for a bit.

As I stood alone outside, I couldn't help but get Emma out of my mind. There were a number of lovely women in attendance, a few of whom wore very skimpy costumes, but none could compare to my beautiful baby girl. Very simply, she was a vision. I began to lecture myself silently to get my shit together and act like an adult.

After a long breather, I went back in and grabbed an ice cold beer from the refrigerator. I stood in the kitchen sipping it for a while, as my eyes wandered out into the living room at the other young ladies. I hoped I'd find someone sexier than Emma, but that just wasn't going to happen.

My eyes once again found her, and she instantly smiled back at me above the crowd. A tingle ran down my spine as I saw the twinkle in her beautiful blue eyes. I wanted to look away, but she was like a magnet holding my gaze.

Suddenly I saw her walking towards me. She once again pulled me into an embrace, and whispered in my ear, "My, what big hands you have."

My arms were limp at my sides, afraid I'd display too much affection, but I slowly moved my hands up and gave her a long, firm squeeze. I leaned in and responded, "All the better to hold you with, my child."

Emma rested her head on my shoulder, and let out a contented sigh. I don't think I'd ever heard anything so sweet in my life, and gripped her even tighter. For a moment, my head felt like it was awash in a warm, wonderful sea, kept afloat only by my undying love for her. Suddenly I remembered where I was and quickly scanned the room to see if people were staring at our loving display.

Fortunately, everyone seemed otherwise occupied and didn't seem to notice us in the least. I still felt guilty, so I reluctantly broke away from Emma and gave her a weak smile. She did the same, just before she disappeared back into her crowd of friends.

A short time later, I heard Emma's voice above the din as she announced that it was time to begin the pumpkin carving contest. I was glad to have something other than my daughter to occupy my mind as everyone moved to the back porch were we had set all the pumpkins earlier.Emma handed out all the carving tools, and soon all the kids were working diligently on their creations. There were a couple leftover pumpkins, so she and I each grabbed one and began working on our own.

I had carved many a pumpkin in my life, but suddenly my creativity was sapped as my mind was occupied elsewhere. I found myself watching Emma as she slowly, carefully crafted her vision on the orange sphere. She had such a look of determination on her face she looked amazingly cute. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice me staring at my daughter, including her. I shook my head and sank the short knife into the pumpkin, determined to at least come up with something.

After another twenty minutes or so, Emma stood and stated that people had fifteen minutes to finish their work. There were a couple of groans, but most of the kids were already done, and I was well on my way. My pumpkin was a disaster, but at least the work gave my mind a brief rest from its earlier torment.

Emma had appointed us the judges, so we made the rounds together to asses all the work. We stood close as we looked them all over, and tingles ran up and down my spine every time we inadvertently touched.

Most of the pumpkins were not very well done, but a few really stood out. Of course, I thought my daughter's was the best, but it wouldn't really be fair to name her the winner when she was the hostess and other judge. After a brief discussion, we settle on her friend Kara's, and awarded her our special orange ribbon and a giant bag of candy.

Emma then said it was time to pick the best costume, so everyone was handed a slip of paper and a pen, and told to write down their favorite. All the pieces of paper were placed in a bowl, then Emma began calling out what was written on the slips for me to tally.

I didn't think mine was all that great compared to some of the others, but somehow I took the prize for best costume when the votes were all in. Emma ran to me and gave me a big hug, telling me she knew I was going to win. For the rest of the evening, she stayed nearby as if wanting to savor the victory with me.

At around eleven o'clock, the kids started filing out, and soon the house was quieter than it had been in hours. A big part of me was relieved when the last guest left as I'd finally be able to relax, but the larger part became even more nervous. The idea of being all alone with my daughter made me feel like a fumbling schoolboy again as I was afraid of what I might do.

Without saying a word, we both began to clean up the living room. Emma moved closer and closer to me as she put things away and I felt the need to get away. I was incredibly warm inside my getup, so I said, "Sweetie, I need to get out of this costume or I'm going to melt. I'm gonna take a quick shower and go to bed. We can clean up the rest in the morning."

Emma gave me a weak smile, and quickly moved towards me. She hugged me yet again, and said, "I'm not tired yet Daddy. Please stay up with me for a while."

Of course I knew I should have said no and moved away, but I just couldn't. The look on her face was so sweet, I simply had to stay. She took me by the hand and led me to the couch, and we dropped down aside one another.

Emma looked at me and gave me a soft smile, and said, "Thank you for everything, Daddy. Everyone had a blast tonight."

Knowing how pleased she was filled me with joy. I loved making Emma happy, but I was still troubled being so close to her in my overheated state.

I was uncomfortable in the heavy outfit, so with Emma's help I peeled the top over my head to cool off. I looked across the room at a mirror, and I was reminded of a mighty centaur with my furry legs and plain upper body. The image made me feel strong, sending a shiver down my spine.

When I looked back I noticed Emma staring at me, and wondered just what she was thinking. Did she think I appeared powerful too, or was I just the same old man she had known since birth? My mind was racing, but she gave me no indication what was going on in her head.

"Daddy, did you really think Kara's pumpkin was the best?" she finally asked me, with an expectant look on her face.

I knew exactly what she wanted to hear, and I told her the truth, "No, sweetie, I actually thought yours was the best."

A big smile graced her face and she replied, "Me too." She must have felt guilty, because she then added, "But yours was good too, Dad."

My pumpkin really sucked, but I appreciated her trying to make me feel good. She really was adorable.

We relaxed together on the couch in silence for a long while as we were both exhausted. At one point she wiggled closer and nestled her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. I wrapped my right arm around her and pulled her close before I planted a soft kiss upon the top of her head.

Even though what we were doing seemed completely innocent, the sexual overtones from the entire day heightened the awareness that I was holding the most desirable girl in the world. I hate to admit it, but I'm not sure I'd ever been as turned on in my entire life. Illicit thoughts raced through my head and I wondered if I should make a move on my daughter, but I just couldn't do it. She was my baby after all, so I just sat and held her in spite of my dark desires.

We rested like that for a while, basking in the warmth between us, when Emma finally broke the silence. Looking downward, she quietly said, "My, what big feet you have." I didn't have any idea how to respond as that was clearly not in the story, so I just stared back at her in silence. After a moment, she added, "So, is it true?"

In the back of my mind, I thought I knew what she meant, but Emma couldn't really be asking me that, could she? I fumbled my response, with a, "Is what true, honey?"

She didn't answer; she just stood and quickly repositioned herself down upon my lap. I felt her firm bottom press against my overheated groin, and then she gently rocked it back and forth across my hardness. Emma brought her hands up to my face and gently cupped my chin. Her fingertips stroked along my jaw line, as she stared into my eyes. Ever so slowly, she moved her lips to mine and gave me a soft kiss.

I was in a state of shock, unable to think clearly and unwilling to push Emma away. My body was absolutely on fire and craved more contact, but my mind was still conflicted. Deep down I knew she had been flirting with me since our food fight earlier, but she was still my daughter after all.

Emma drew back and looked at me with bright eyes. She was still gently rolling her bottom against my lap, I'm sure quite aware of my hard cock pressed against her. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was ragged, so I hoped she was as excited as I was.

I had never wanted anything more in my entire life, and decided to throw caution to the wind. My hands had been resting on her hips, but I slowly ran them up her back, and then eased her towards me. Our lips touched and we kissed once more. Emma let out a soft sigh, but she made no attempt to move away. It was happening, the thing I had dreamed about so much of late was actually happening.

My pulse pounded as I felt her tongue touch my lips for the first time. Very gradually, our kissing became more insistent as our mouths moved in concert with one another. It was such a sensual experience, gently making out with the loveliest woman in the world in the sweetest way imaginable.

Emma moved her hands around me and gently began stroking my flanks as we kissed. My skin was still slightly damp with perspiration from the heavy costume, but she didn't seem to mind at all.

My daughter's light touch made my skin tingle all over, and I wanted to give her the same pleasure. I moved my fingers to her shoulders and eased her blouse down as far as possible. My digits trembled as I unclasped her bra, then I eased it open to expose the soft skin of her back.

I slowly moved my hands from behind her, filled with a growing desire to touch her firm young breasts. Emma let out a soft sigh as my hands grasped her full tits for the first time. I had dreamed about that moment since the day I bumped into her in the hall, and they were even more spectacular than I hoped.

Emma broke our kiss and whimpered, "Yes, Daddy," as I rolled her hard nipples between my fingers. She looked at me with a look of complete lust on her face, and then rested her head upon my shoulder, exposing her slender neck. I couldn't help myself as I moved my mouth to her soft skin and began kissing and nibbling her from her shoulder to her ear lobes.

She continued to rock upon my lap, gently squeezing my cock under her bottom. It was almost as if she were masturbating me with her ass, and it felt amazing. I was afraid I'd come to fast, so I needed to remove myself from her exquisite torture.

I eased my hands down Emma's sides and lifted her bottom from my lap, and then set her down upon the couch. She looked disappointed, as if I was ending our union, but I was unable to stop myself. I leaned into her and began kissing her once more. Our tongues danced together as our hands wandered around each other's bodies.

Emma broke our kiss, and looked at me with a devilish smile before she whispered, "My, what a long tongue you have." Clearly she was ready to take things to another level, and I was only too happy to comply.

"All the better to eat you with," I responded, and leaned over to trace my long tongue down her cleavage before I took a hard nipple into my mouth.

Emma wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head to her breasts. She seemed to savor the attention I was showering upon her, so I took my time and made love to her tits like I had never done before. I kissed, licked and nibbled on them for a long while, as my daughter made whimpering sounds in approval.

I could feel her trying to press her crotch against me and knew she was ready for more, as was I. It had been a while since I'd tasted a pussy, and I just couldn't wait any longer. I released a nipple from between my lips, and lowered my mouth to her tender thighs. Her skin was warm as I showered her with soft kisses, spreading her legs wide within my hands.

Her tiny shirt was bunched up at her waist, and I had a clear view of her little wet panties. The white fabric had become almost completely translucent with her copious secretions pasting them across her mound. I could smell the telltale scent of her arousal, and it turned me on like never before. I let her feminine smell sink into my brain before I was compelled to taste her.

I pushed Emma's knees back to open her completely to my gaze, and then pressed my lips to the center of her wet panties. My tongue ran up and down her slit as I attempted to soak her juices up into my mouth. Her hands rested upon my head as she pressed herself into me with a contented sigh.

As much as I loved the feel of her silky shorts against my tongue, I wanted more intimate contact. I pushed my hands under her ass and grasped the sides of her panties and pulled. Emma pressed her knees together above me to assist in the removal of her soiled knickers, and then I ran them down her legs.

Having removed the last little barrier, I spread Emma's legs open once more to begin my feast. I truly felt like a wolf as I wanted to devour her and make her feel things she'd never experienced before. I forced her knees back into the cushions as my tongue snaked its way down her thighs, slowly moving closer to her sex.

When I finally reached her crotch, I gently ran my tongue up and down her puffy lips. Sparks went off in my head as I savored every drop of my daughter's tangy dew. Emma's pussy smelled and tasted better than anything I'd ever experienced and I basked at the temple of her femininity.

I simply needed more. I pushed my face completely into Emma's crotch and then buried my tongue inside of her. My daughter's succulent taste almost overwhelmed me as I probed deeper into her delicate folds. I then sank two fingers inside of her wet pussy as I lapped at her distended clit, desperate to get her off.

Emma began rocking against my face as I made love to her delicious snatch. Her moans were music to my ears as Emma came with a roar. Juices soaked my face as I lapped at my daughter's pussy throughout her orgasm, my face pressed tightly to her sex. I eagerly drank in all of my baby's nectar, desperate to savor her taste.

I kept softly licking Emma's pussy, trying to extend her orgasm as long as possible. Her fingers were still entwined in my hair, pressing my face to her pretty young pussy. I loved the fact that my daughter was so willing to let herself go, and I was just happy to be there to experience it.

My cock was beyond hard, painfully throbbing inside my furry pants and needing relief. I stood and peeled the furry costume down my legs and kicked it away, exposing me completely to my daughter's wide eyes. I saw her tongue dance across her lips and contemplated feeding her my cock, but there was only one place I really wanted to be.

Emma's legs were splayed widely, and I slowly moved towards her. I took her ankles in my hands, and pulled them apart even farther. The bulbous head of my prick was lined up perfectly at my baby's sex, and I slowly pressed myself forward.

Being inside my daughter's snatch was simply beyond belief! Emma felt amazing wrapped around me; her tender young folds griping me like a vice. I don't think I'd ever been inside anything so tight, and I simply loved it.

I released Emma's legs and moved closer to kiss her on the lips. Her tongue ran across my lips, and I knew she must have tasted herself, which for some reason thrilled me immensely. She ran her hands up into my hair, and pulled my head back. Starring into my eyes, she said, "Fuck me, Daddy."

Eager to comply, I began fucking her with long, slow strokes. My senses were overwhelmed as every nerve in my body seemed to come alive at once. I was desperate to get Emma off again, so I increased the pace of my hips and rocked in and out of her more rapidly.

I was afraid I was going to cum too fast, but my daughter's loud moaning drove me on. She appeared as close as I was, so I threw caution to the wind and fucked her with wild abandon. My hips thrust over and over, driving in and out of my baby repeatedly. She began screaming, "Yes," repeatedly as she met my every advance with her own. With Emma's high-pitched groans ringing in my ears, I sprayed my seed deep inside her.

After my powerful release, my body went weak and I collapsed upon her in a lump. I buried my face into the nape of Emma's neck as I gasped for breath, experiencing a feeling of absolute intimacy I'd never known before.

When my breathing became more regular, I rolled off my daughter and pulled her into a tight embrace. Much like I had done to her, she pressed her sweaty forehead under my chin and snuggled into me. With a contented sigh, she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy."

I couldn't believe that Emma was thanking me for something I cherished so greatly, so I just gave her a strong squeeze. Her taste was still on my tongue, and a twisted smile crossed my face. The Big Bad Wolf really did get to eat Little Red Riding Hood, and he hoped he'd get to do it again very soon.