His Daughter's Hands

His daughter’s hands were warm and soft    
As they wrapped around his finger    
I saw them there at the county fair      
Her ponytail danced as she skipped beside him    
     
His daughter’s hands learned to write and draw    
They cut with scissors and rolled playdough      
They slapped other girls’ hands in schoolyard games    
And learned to tie shoes and hair bows    
     
Her daddy raised her by himself    
Her mom died when we were three    
He raised her up right to be kind and sweet    
She laughed easily, never bitter or mean      
     
In junior high, his daughter’s hands learned to play the piano    
Prancing gracefully across the keys    
Those same hands did science fair, her eyes      
Wide with excitement at all she was learning    
     
I’m holding his daughter’s hands at the fairground now closed    
Hands so soft and warm; she’s now seventeen years old      
Manicured and polished smooth with glittering pink nails    
She does hair and makeup now, she’s still a little girl inside      
     
I kissed her fingers and thought of that time I saw her skipping along    
Then I kissed her lips and felt her hands against my chest, so soothing and kind    
Then those same hands that once wrapped her dad’s finger    
Slid down to my hardening flesh and rested there    
     
Within moments she was kneeling, face glowing in the evening light    
I said, “Are you alright?” She laughed, “Oh, yes! I love learning something new.”      
Then she pulled my pants down and silently stared with sparkling eyes.    
Was I entering a dream, or was this real. Lord, what would her daddy think?      
     
Without a sound, she wrapped her hands around my hardness      
Now only inches from her bright shining eyes    
Her tender fingers began to pump me with smooth and gentle grace    
She looked up at me and smiled, “Is this alright?”      
     
My shaking voice said, “It feels so fine,” so she kept going as I stood there stunned    
Within minutes his daughter’s hands felt their first throbbing cock      
Then creamy cum flowed over her delicate fingers      
She looked up wide-eyed, and said, “So warm and smooth. I like this in you!”      
     
I now had a treasure in his daughter’s hands and would cherish this night forever.