0 comments/ 713616 views/ 68 favorites A Daddy's 'Forced' Situation By: Len Bee Sometimes even the most difficult obstacles can be overcum by an active imagination. For the fifth time that day I found myself with a raging hard-on. My four luscious daughters were either playing in or laying beside the pool, and I found myself once again dreaming about each of them. How fantastic would it be to get any one of them into my bed and feel my hard cock sliding in and out of them? My name is Len Clinton, and no, I am not related to that lying bastard, Slick Willy. But I do share his almost endless, limitless horniness. And I am especially hung-up on my four beautiful daughters. I am 44 years old and a single parent every since a particularly nasty divorce with my ex-wife Jill nine years earlier. And believe me, living with these four luscious and very curvy young females without grabbing one or more of them and ravaging them has been very difficult indeed. Oh, I know they are my daughters. The fruits of my loins. And, I'm well aware that such thoughts in today's society are most improper. But that is beside the point because I am also human. And I am subject to the same frailties that attack every other human of the male persuasion. My daughters are both beautiful and extremely sexy. Hence the fact that I find them attractive beyond belief. Amanda, the oldest, is a 21 year old beauty. She was voted Homecoming Queen last fall at nearby Southern Methodist University where she is finishing up her Junior year. She is 5'6" tall, weighs around 115, and had the nicest, most perfectly proportioned figure I have ever seen on any woman. Her breasts are smaller than my ex-wife's, but they are still 35 or 36 inches and solid B cups, maybe C. Her waist is slender, swelling into extremely nice, almost womanly hips. I noticed that her naturally blonde hair actually shimmered in the sun, cascading over her shoulders as she sat up on her lounge chair, her legs spread wide and her feet on the ground on either side (directly facing me), and spread more sun-block oil over her belly and sides. Jenna and Trisha, or Jen and Tee as I more often called them, are both 20 years old, and also incredibly beautiful. They are identical twins, and had originally been an "accident," being conceived just a few days after the doctor told me it was okay to begin having sexual relations with my wife again. That was several weeks after Amanda was born. For more than a week I had really poured the sperm into Jill's always-willing cunt before my horniness had been adequately addressed. The twins were the result of that period of torrid, almost unending sex, with Trisha being just 21 minutes younger than Jenna. They are a little taller than Amanda, standing 5' 7" in their bare feet, and they might weigh 118 pounds each. Their figures are not as pronounced as their older sister's yet, but they are still striking. They have smallish 33 or 34 inch busts, really slender waists, and nice, slender hips. They are both honey-blonde, an obvious cross between Jill's very blonde tresses and my own light brown hair. Paula, at 18, was the baby of our family. She is 5'4" tall, and goes around 116 pounds or a little less. She entered puberty a little later than normal at 16, and now is a budding woman after a painful yet almost startling growth spurt and transformation. It seems that, almost overnight, she changed from an almost homely caterpillar into a most beautiful butterfly. Her breasts are still developing, but are already filling her 32C bras and halter tops. Her waist is also slender like the other girls, but she still has just a hint of baby fat. And her hips have swelled nicely and will probably go around 34 inches now. But it is her face, her lovely face, that instantly captures the eye's attention. She has deeply alluring, pale green eyes that seem to penetrate through anyone she talks to or looks at. Her other facial features instantly remind any teenage boy or adult man of what a perfect woman should look like. And girls her own age often suffer a quiet, jealous rage as she attracts all the boys around her. Four hot foxes frolicking all around me and I, their father, couldn't touch. The mores of our modern society forbid my doing anything more than looking and maybe sneaking a feel or two as they climbed on my lap or hugged me for whatever reason. It made me furious! Incest was one of the few unforgivable sins of society, and I was not allowed to go there. Mores suck, big time!, I thought to myself. All four of the girls are virgins, I am sure of that. They had all witnessed the near-endless infidelities of their mother as she snuck one lover after another into their house and our marriage bed while I was busy busting my ass to make a living. When I did discover what was going on I tossed her slut-fucked ass out on the street with a divorce that gave her virtually nothing. And shortly after that legality was history all four of the girls professed to me their intentions never to succumb to the temptations of sex until they were either married or living on their own as a single adult. But I now had the hots for any and all of my daughters. Damn it all, there had to be some way I could get into their pants, bust their cherries and use their bodies, and not have them hate me afterwards. I would give anything to be the guy who plucked their cherries and taught them about sex. The answer to my "family" problems came to me a few nights later. I was in my study and on the Internet, reading sexy stories about incest, when I came across one about a burglar caught in the act of his crime. He didn't want to kill the husband, wife and 18 year old daughter, but they had seen his face, and he was not going back to prison ever again. Then he decided to make them commit incestuous acts that he video-taped, and he kept the tape with threats to distribute it to their church members just to insure their continued silence about his crime. Could I do the same thing, only with a twist? Could I create a crime like that and then take advantage of it? The more I thought about it, the hornier and more excited I got. Sure it was possible, and it would be downright easy to do. All I had to do was find the right guy, and I already knew who that guy was... * * * Maury Ackerman is a professional photographer and video maker. I had used him hundreds of times over the years for company work, either doing a clients bidding on a contract or making public relations stuff for the firm. And I found out about his "sideline" one day when I showed up unannounced at his studio to chew his ass over some obvious mistakes in one of his contract jobs. There was no one out front in the lobby, so I made my way back into the heart of the building. I found Maury jacking off as he adjusted a tripod-mounted video camera. The scene he was shooting involved an adult man and a girl that could not have been anywhere near legal age. The guy was currently taking her in the ass, but it was plain to see that her pussy had also been thoroughly reamed out during the last few minutes. And while I stood their and watched the man pulled his gigantic prick out of the girl's ass and started coming all over her back and cheeks. Then he rammed it back in, stroked a few times, and pulled out again to shoot more sperm into the air and onto her back. When Maury had become aware of my presence I could tell he was more than a bit nervous. This was obviously child porn, pure and simple. I had witnessed enough in ten minutes to put him and his male model in jail for ten to twenty years. He offered me the girl for as long as I wanted her, but I declined. He offered me a lot of other things, but I just let him know that I knew. Then I chewed him out for his mistakes, gave him the tapes, and walked out. * * * The next day I put my plan into motion. I went to Maury's studio and explained to him how we could square things up between us. I laid out my entire plan, and carefully explained his part in it. Then, after he agreed to participate, I handed him a brown paper bag with his props inside. As I was leaving he helped me load two professional video cameras and a bunch of assorted video gear into my car. When I arrived home I unloaded all the gear and set it up, positioning the cameras at wide angles in the living room and putting the bright lights around the room. The girls arrived home from school right on time and immediately asked what all the stuff was for. I explained that I wanted to make some home movies of all of us so that I could capture some of the many happy feelings we all enjoyed in our house. It would be something I could carry into my old age with pride and love. This was on a Thursday. That evening I did shoot some videos of all of us having fun doing various things. We played board games after the girls had completed their homework. Then each of the girls came over and sat on my lap as we finished out the evening watching television together. * * * The next day I was almost too excited to concentrate on my work. I left the office early, went home, and checked out the video gear. The girls had already arrived home from school and had left to go to various girlfriend's houses. They were back in time for dinner, and I had ordered Chinese delivered for everyone. After dinner we played around some more, and the time seemed to drag by. Finally it was time for everyone to go to bed. At 11:30 p.m. I got out of bed, dressed only in my boxers. I snuck down the stairs and met with Maury. He was already sitting on the sofa and waiting for me after having snuck in through a window I had left unlocked in the laundry room. I saw that he was wearing thin driving gloves as per my instructions so there would be no fingerprints left should the cops somehow become involved. And he had already collected the silverware from where I told him it was stored. Everything looked good. I asked him if he was ready and he said, "Sure, lets do it." I snuck back to the top of the stairs, turned around, and shouted, "Who's down there. What are you doing down there?" At the same time I flicked on the room lights and saw Maury, now wearing a knit hat low over his ears and just above his eyes, pointing a gun at me. "Alright, buddy, you caught me," he said loudly. His voice had to carry into all of the bedrooms. "But I have a gun, and you don't. Get your ass down here, and bring everyone who's up there with you. Hurry up, or I'll just start shooting." The girl's bedroom doors were already opened, and they were all looking out at me. They were all dressed in delicious, low-cut baby-doll pajamas that always managed to send my cock into instantaneous raging-steel-nail-pounding hard-on condition. I motioned for them to come to me, and we all went down the stairs together. "What do you want from us," I asked the burglar? "You'll have to kill me right here and now if you try to harm any of my girls." "Chill out, asshole, and you and your little harem all sit down on that couch... NOW," he shouted. We all quickly moved to sit on the couch. Jenna was on my lap. "You see, asshole, you caught me inside your house. Yeah, I was stealing your things. But your problem is that you caught me, and now I have caught you. I don't want to kill any of you, but you have all seen my face. You could tell the cops who I am. Pick my picture out of the mug books they have there. I ain't going to do any more time in the joint, so if I can't figure something out pretty quick, I'll have to off you one at a time." The girls were beginning to understand what was going on, and they all began to cry. I tried to comfort then. "Take it easy, girls. I won't let this guy hurt any of you." "Oh, yeah? That's a really stupid thing to say to them, seeing as how I am holding the gun. If I decide to pop you, you get popped. End of discussion. Say, what are these cameras for," he said as he seemed to take notice of the two video cameras for the first time. "I was making some home videos of me and the girls. They are valuable cameras. Go ahead and take them." "Oh, I won't steal them. Too damn big and bulky, and too hard to fence. No, but they do give me a great idea of how I can leave here without killing any of you and not worry about you going to the cops. You see, you and the little ladies are going to make another home movie. You are going to ball all four of your cute little girls right here and now. Really fuck their asses off, if you know what I mean. And you better look like you are enjoying it, too. Lots of smiles, kissing, sucking, stuff like that. Then I leave with the video and the stuff I have already got. You go to the cops, and I make sure these videos end up on the shelves of every porn outlet in the country. And I know just the guy who can arrange that." "No way, you fucking pervert," I yelled at him. I could never do that to any of my little angles. Not in a million years." "No," he said, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "Well, don't say I didn't offer you an out." With that he stepped closer and raised the handgun, aiming it right at me. "NO. WAIT!!" Amanda screamed. Then she leaned over to me and whispered, "Dad, we have to do like the man says. He'll shoot you and all of us if we don't." "But honey..." "Daddy, Amanda is right," Jenna said in an equally low voice. "You have to have sex with us. We don't have any choice." "Well, what's it going to be, asshole? I looked at Trisha and Paula, and I could see they agreed with the other two. "Girls, can you ever forgive me after we do this?" With that all four of them tried to put their arms around me at the same time. "Daddy," Amanda, stated for all of them, "there will be nothing to forgive. We have to do this if we want to live. And we know you will be gentle with all of us. We have to, Daddy." "All right, you damned pervert. What do you want us to do," I asked Maury, er, I mean the burglar? "Simple enough. First, draw all the shades in this room. Then turn on the lights and start the cameras rolling. Then you sit on the couch and each girl will come over to you, strip off her pj's, and kiss you passionately. You feel them up tits and pussies, and start getting them hot. Then I'll tell you what to do next." The girls pulled the blinds down as I clicked on the lights and then put two tapes into the cameras. I centered each on the couch and turned both of them on to the record mode. Then I walked to the couch and set down. The girls lined up to my right, and, with the burglar's nod and a reminder to all of us to smile, Amanda walked over to me. She stood in front of me and, with a big smile, lifted her top over her head and tossed it to the side. Then, still smiling broadly like she was really enjoying this, she put both thumbs into the waist-band of her bottoms and pushed them and her panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them. I couldn't believe it. Here was my oldest daughter, standing naked in front of me in all her natural glory, smiling, and barely two feet away! Her tits were so beautiful and so perfectly matched. They jiggled slightly as she came forward, bent down, and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I responded quickly, slipping my arms around her and bringing her onto my lap. Then I squeezed and fondled both of her boobs. Our passionate kiss continued as I pinched her nipples lightly and caressed the tits some more. Then my hand slipped down over her belly and between her legs. She moaned as she spread them wider, and my hand cupped her warm, nicely furred mound. My middle finger slipped into her rapidly moistening slit and I fingered her. I found her clit and flicked it several times, feeling her shudder with a mild orgasm in my arms. Then I could see Trisha start forward, so I slipped my arms from around Amanda and gently let her slip to the sofa next to me. Trisha was also smiling wonderfully as she stopped in front of me and took off her pj's. Then she was on my lap, and I was kissing and fondling her. I stroked her breasts, then moved my hand down and fingered her. I had to flick her clit a lot longer than Amanda's before I felt her shudder and shake in a severe orgasm. She groaned and gave out a low squeal as she peaked, then she fell limp against me. I shifted her to the couch as Amanda moved to make room. Jenna was next, and she was a perfect repeat of Trisha's performance. Paula was the real surprise. As I fingered her tender young pussy and let my thumb rub over her sensitive clit during a really passionate kiss she began to orgasm. But it continued on and on, even after I stopped rubbing her and just held her tightly. Four straight minutes or more of orgasm from a teenage girl. Damn, what a sight! What a feeling! Maury, er... The burglar said we all did well for Act I. He then ordered me to stand and strip off my boxers. I did as he instructed, my erect 8 inch penis slapping my belly as it was suddenly released. Then I sat back down on the couch between my four daughters, two on each side. He instructed me to start with Amanda while the other three girls slid to the floor and sat around us, observing our love making. "I want you to take her in the traditional missionary position after some foreplay. Got that?" Yes, I replied. Then I slipped my arms around my oldest daughter and kissed her passionately. She returned my embrace and kiss with her own passion. Together we laid over onto the couch and our nude bodies pressed together from thighs to hips to breasts to lips. My free right hand felt all over her body, squeezing her butt cheeks hard and sliding my fingers up through her crack and over her rear hole. She shivered and kissed me with more passion as I did this. Then I forced my hand down between us and into the V of her legs. I cupped her entire mound, allowing my social finger to fully explore her entire crease. She was already dripping wet, and I couldn't wait to feel my heard cock sliding up inside this beautiful creature. I then sunk my finger inside her hole as she shuddered in another orgasm. I felt her hymen, and pushed my finger through the opening to begin the tearing process. She moaned with the new mixture of pleasure and pain, and her hips began to hump against my hand involuntarily. She definitely wanted more, and she was ready for me now. I lifted my body and shifted hers until she was on her back with her legs spread wide. I got my knees between her legs and reached down to grasp my penis. I felt her hand on mine, and she whispered, "Let me guide you into my body, daddy. I want to feel your manhood as you make me a real woman.? What could I say to that? My lovely daughter's hand encircled my cock as I removed mine. I shifted my hips downward and felt her place the head against her opening. Then, I bent down and kissed her with all my passion as I hunched my hips forward, driving my cock deep into her pussy and tearing through the remainder of her cherry. A couple quick follow-up strokes and I was buried to the hilt inside my daughter. Her surrounding tightness was almost more than I could stand, and it was all I could do not to shoot my load into her right then. Somehow I managed to hold off. In a minute or so I began to stroke slowly in and out of her. Her moans became continuous. I asked her if it was painful, and she replied, "Noooooo. It feels like heaven. It's soooo wonderful. Please, go faster..." I increased the speed and force of my strokes, knowing I could not possibly hold out for long with this kind of stimulation on my sensitive cock. Soon, it couldn't have been more than three or four minutes, I felt myself pass the point of no return. I plowed her cunt hard and deep as I felt myself begin to shoot. She began to cum at the same time, and we both bounced and shuddered with the combined force of our mutual releases. I felt her cunt grab onto my cock, seemingly milking it of everything it had to offer. I felt seven or eight different spurts of cum shoot into her body as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life! A Daddy's 'Forced' Situation I withdrew my cock slowly from her well-fucked pussy as I came to my knees. Then I watched my cum spill out from between her lips, the single most erotic sight I have ever seen. Amanda looked up at me and whispered a, "Thank you," as she rolled to her left and got off the couch. Trisha came over, got on her knees on the couch beside me, and kissed me deeply. "Daddy, I hope you make me feel as good as you just did for Amanda. I am so hot right now after watching you two that I can't stand it," she whispered in my ear as our deep kiss finally broke. "I will, my little darling," I assured her. With that I helped her assume her position on the couch and I laid down beside her. I slowly began to feel her breasts and body as we passionately kissed. The excitement of touching another of my beautiful daughters so intimately got to me, and my semi-hard cock began to stiffen rapidly. Trisha reached down, grasped my member, and began to tug on it. Feeling her small hand on me like that was almost more than I could take. I again lifted my body and she got into position below me. Maury spoke up. "Not that way, asshole. You take this one from behind. Fuck her doggie style, She should get a kick out of that." So we shifted positions until she was on her hands and knees before me. My cock was raging hard and bouncing with my pulse directly behind her beautiful ass. I clearly saw her tiny pucker-hole and, for just an instant, I thought about entering her there. But then I felt her hand reaching up from between her legs and grasping my cock. She directed me to the entrance of her vagina. I nudged it forward past her lips and right to her girlhood barrier. I rubbed my free hand across her back, told her to brace herself and get ready for a little pain. Then I grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her back as I pushed forward. My cock sank balls deep into her extremely tight pussy. Trisha buried her face into the pillows and gave out a muffled scream. I held still, waiting for some sign from her that the pain had abated. Finally her moans seemed to change from pain to pleasure, and I began to stroke her slowly. I heard her whisper, "Oh, yessss," and knew she was ready for more. I lengthened my strokes and speeded up my delivery, keeping my hands on her hips and pulling her backwards as much as I was pushing myself into her. Her moans became louder as I watched her virginal blood and juices cover my shaft. I reached up and grasped her right tit in my hand, squeezing it and then pinching the nipple firmly before returning to her hips and continuing in earnest with our fuck. Trisha came really hard five distinct times as we fucked. That she was thoroughly enjoying our sexual coupling was obvious from her mewing and the words like "yes, daddy", "fuck me" and "fuck me harder, daddy" I heard her softly say.. I managed to last much longer this time than I did with Amanda. But in the end, I felt the familiar sensations beginning to rapidly build. Trisha, I'm getting ready to cum. Are you ready, Tee? Cum with Daddy, Trish. I felt myself let go, and Trisha did not disappoint me. She experienced her most intensive orgasm as I pumped my load deep into her body. Her elbows gave out, and her upper body collapsed as I was still shooting into her. When I finally finished cumming she was as limp as a rag doll. A few moments later Amanda came over and helped her off the couch as Jenna came over to me. "Oh, Daddy. I hope you can make me feel like that. I'm so hot right now, I feel like I am on fire between my legs." Then she kissed me deeply, her tongue attempting to probe and massage my tonsils. We broke that kiss reluctantly and Jenna shifted her position until she was on her hands and knees, facing away from me. I moved closer until the head of my cock was sliding between her legs along the entire length of her crack. "Do me quick, Daddy. I can take the pain alright." What an angel! I positioned my cock near her pussy when she brought her hand back to grasp my cock and start feeding it into her body. I told her to brace herself. A few seconds later I shifted my weight forward, and my cock slid effortlessly into my daughter's body. She gasped and buried her face into the same pillow that Tee had used. But less than a minute later she raised her head and told me she was ready. I began stroking slowly, but quickly speeded up when she thrust her hips backwards almost violently. "Take me harder, Daddy. Fuck me harder, pleaseeeeee..." I started pounding my little daughter just as hard as I could from that point on. I was fully engrossed in filling Jenna's pussy from behind with my hard cock when I heard Maury's raspy voice break into my concentration. "You are boring me, asshole. Pull out of her cunt and fuck her asshole." Oh, Maury, I could kiss you, I thought to myself as I withdrew my cock from Jen's cunt and repositioned it over her anal sphincter. "Now relax, Jen. This will hurt a bit, but it will be extremely pleasurable for you if you just relax and let it happen." Then, after spitting on her ass and rubbing it all over her back door opening, I proceeded to push the head of my cock into my daughter's asshole. I could feel it's never-stretched tightness, and I knew I had to be hurting her really bad. Still, I was going to get in no matter what... The head of my cock finally made its way through her back door's tight portal. I didn't stop there, instead continuing to push inward until my entire length was buried inside her. She was screaming into the couch pillows, and I could see tears streaming down her cheek as her head flopped to the side. I held still, and a lot quicker than I would have thought, she started moving her hips forward and back. Then she began moaning like never before as the pleasure she was now feeling overwhelmed her pain. I had never felt such tightness around my cock before. I began to move in and out of her butt hole as she raised herself up onto her hands and really began pounding her body backwards into me. Her moans turned to low screams of pleasure as she succumbed to feelings more intense than anything she had ever felt before. I glanced over at Amanda, Trisha and Paula, squinting through the bright lights, and observed that they were all openly frigging themselves hard and squeezing their boobs as they witnessed my anal penetration of their sister. I looked over at Maury and he had his cock out and was jacking off, his hand literally flying up and down his shaft as mine continue to disappear and reappear out of Jenna's ass. The overwhelming intensity of the entire scene, combined with the wonderful pleasure I was currently feeling, sent me over the edge. I felt myself begin shooting my load deep inside my daughter's body. She reached her peak after half my load was inside her, and she screamed out loudly before collapsing onto the couch. I finished cumming and slowly withdrew my cock before I realized Jenna had fainted from her intense pleasure. I moved up over her and touched her cheeks, and was rewarded with a moan as her eyes fluttered open and a smile took hold. Amanda and Tee helped her off the couch as Paula threw herself into my arms. "Will you do it to me in the ass too, Daddy? I want it there so bad. Oh Pleaseeee?" Then we were kissing passionately as I began my foreplay with my youngest daughter, my baby. Maury broke in again. "Have the little bitch lick and suck your cock, but don't blow in her mouth, understand?" "Hey, man," I said. "I just pulled my dick out of my other daughter's asshole, and you want Paula to suck it now? No way! It's filthy, damn it all!" Paula spoke up and said, "It's alright Daddy. I don't mind. Really." And before I could react she had dipped her head and engulfed the head of my cock. Then she did her impression of a Hoover vacuum cleaner, sucking so hard that any softening I might have undergone after cumming inside Jen was quickly replaced with solid steel. Paula had me so hard so quick that I could not believe it. And in five minutes she had managed to lick my shaft and balls clean and had me ready to blow my load down her throat. I would have to ask her where she learned that particular technique sometime. I was getting a little tired by now, and just sort of flopped onto my ass on the couch. Paula's licking had kept me as hard as I had been with Amanda, so my cock was sticking up straight. My youngest daughter saw my position, looked at my dick, and didn't hesitate. She swung her leg over mine, scrunched forward me, and grabbed my cock. She raised her ass up, brought my cock under her until it was lined up with her tender virgin pussy, and began to lower herself onto it. I was not in any condition to protest. Tired as I was, the last part of my dream was about to come true. I felt my baby daughter center my huge cock in her tiny pussy hole. Then, without any hesitation, she relaxed her legs, literally impaling herself on my dong. She suppressed a scream as she flopped almost limply against my chest. And I was assailed by the tightest, hottest, most receptive pussy I have ever had the pleasure of entering. I didn't have to do any work with Paula. After no more than a minute she began moving her hips back and forth. Then she slowly began to raise them up and down. Within just a few minutes she was lifting herself up until just the head of my cock was left inside her tight love canal, then dropping down to impale herself all over again. And I managed to stay busy feeling her beautiful little titties and pinching her nipples. Her stroking continued for the longest time, and I just knew there was nothing left inside me to give her. But then, incredibly, I felt that old, familiar stirring deep inside my groin. And, almost before I knew it, I was holding tightly to her hips and giving her a load of cum that would make any teenage boy proud. Paula must have felt my dumping my load inside her because it set her off. She started screaming and bucking her hips wildly up and down, impaling herself with such force that I couldn't believe she didn't injure her tender pussy. And her orgasm was a record breaker, lingering for several long, pleasurable minutes until she finally went limp in my arms. And my now limp dick slowly slid out of her to finally flop against my thighs. I turned to Maury. "I hope you are satisfied now, you perverted asshole. You have your guarantee that none of us will ever say anything to the cops about your burglary. I hope you are damn-well satisfied." That was my code phrase to Maury for him to shut down his activities and get out of the house. "Take your damn booty and get out." "Sure I will, dick-head. I've got what I want. Hope you sleep like a log when I'm gone." With that he took the tapes out of the video recorders, put them down into his sack of booty, and left through the kitchen door into the back yard. As he went outside all four girls piled onto me on the couch. They were all talking at once, hugging me and telling me I shouldn't feel bad about what happened. After all, it wasn't my fault he forced me to do what I had done. They understood I did what I had to just to protect them from his gun. I almost felt a little shame. Almost... Shit, I was too damn tired to feel much of anything except pure satisfaction. And now for Phase Two... EDITOR'S NOTE: If you like happy endings, stop reading here. There is no more sexual contentin the remainder of this story. But the naughty is punished, as it always must be... EPILOG It was 4:45 p.m., and Len, for the hundredth time, was glued to the small combination television-VCR screen on the L portion of his desk. His secretary was gone for the day, which meant his privacy was assured because clients never called or dropped by this late in the day. He realized that he was the luckiest man in the whole world. Not only had he pulled off the "perfect" crime, but he had a clear, detailed video of that erotic event. And, what was even better, because of his Phase Two efforts his daughters now routinely came to his bed of their own volition for comfort and love. He had managed to convince each of them that it was now permissible for them to continue to enjoy each other sexually since they had originally been forced into the act. It was actually beneficial for them all, as part of the healing process, to make voluntary love rather than have it forced upon them by a stranger with a gun. His pants and boxers were bunched around his ankles as he jerked himself off to images of him and his daughters fucking, sucking, and having a very good sex time on the video. He was so engrossed in the video and his own building pleasure that he failed to hear the knock on his outer door. He was totally unaware of his own office door swinging open and the two men standing there. As they entered he caught the movement and tried to stand, only to trip on his own pants and fall against his desk, racking his prick painfully. He finally regained balance, pulled up his clothes, and sat down in his chair. As he was zipping up his trousers he demanded to know who they were and what the hell they were doing entering his office without knocking? I'm Detective Walker, and this is Detective Williams. We have to talk to you about your daughters. We just came from the university and Southern High School where we and a police woman questioned your daughters. They told us about how you were forced to make love to them at gunpoint, and why you couldn't report the crime to the police. Len quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that the girls had heeded his warning and not mentioned all the hundreds of subsequent times he had loved them in his bed after the burglary. These cops just wanted to get more info on that crime. He could lie his head off and they would never find the burglar. "Mr. Clinton," Detective Walker continued, "are you aware that three of your daughters, Amanda, Jenna and Paula, are pregnant? The highschool nurse reported Paula's condition to us because she thought it might have been the result of a rape, which is the reason we are here. Your daughters all say you were their only lover." Len felt his stomach squeeze. He never thought about using any kind of protection while making love to his girls. It just hadn't crossed his mind in the excitement of his passion. How stupid could he have been, dumping load after load of sperm into their young, fertile wombs, and not expecting to make babies at some point? While Len was occupied with Walker, Detective Williams walked around the desk to look at the video still playing on the desk. "Hey, partner, you better have a look at this! I think our loving daddy here might have some serious explaining to do. This is the video the burglar shot of him screwing his daughters." Walker hurried around the desk and saw that it was indeed the video made at the scene of the crime. "How did you come by this, Mr. Clinton?" "I er... It was sent to me. Delivered by a messen... I mean, in the mail. In a plain brown envelope with no return address... I figured the burglar sent it to me in order to make sure I kept quiet about his crime." "Yeah, that might be the truth. But, you know what I think," Walker stated? "I think you instigated the entire so-called crime so you would have an excuse to ball your daughters. I think you are a royal pervert, and I think we can prove that in court. You are under arrest, Mr. Leonard Clinton, for the rape of your daughters. You have the right to remain silent..." Len was laughing heartily as he walked out of the courthouse, his hand on his attorney's shoulder. He had never felt better in his entire life. "Yes, sir, Charlie, you really earned your substantial legal fees today. How you made that jury believe all that crap was magical. You really had them under the spell of your silver tongue. I feel like cele brating. How about getting a drink at Riker's across the street?" Charles Frederick Longstreet, Attorney at Law, stopped suddenly. He brushed Len's hand from his shoulder with an exaggerated move of his own hand. "Clinton, I did my job in that courtroom, as distasteful as it might have been. I got you off because you could afford my fees and I was able to twist the truth around and make it seem plausible. But you and I both know you are guilty as sin of raping your daughters. And now you will get them back from foster care, and they will probably once again share your bed with you. That makes me sick. But right now my job is over, and I certainly do not wish to associate with you any more. Go have your celebration, but don't expect me to join in." Suit yourself, Mr. Attorney-At-Law. Me, I'm going across to Riker's. And I will have two drinks, just the same. Hell, I might just get plastered on this fine, glorious day." With that, Len Clinton turned abruptly to his right, walked between two parked cars, and stepped out into the street. As he did so, he turned his head and shouted, "You sanctimonious bastard, I didn't do anything you wouldn't have wanted to do if you were in my..." That was as far as he got. A city bus, accelerating from its stop at the far corner, never had a chance to stop or swerve. It impacted Len Clinton at thirty-five miles an hour, instantly crushing his body and sending it flying diagonally into the on-coming lane where it impacted the front grill of a speeding Volvo delivery truck headed in the opposite direction. Leonard Clinton was dead long before his body finally came to rest on the hard blacktopped street. Charles Longstreet witnessed the entire accident. He shook his head softly and said to himself, maybe, just maybe, justice was served after all. And maybe I will stop in at Riker's and have that drink...