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A Daughter's Love

By: Unholy1



Another Saturday night, and another dateless evening for me, this wasn't all that unusual. Sure I've had dates in the past, but ever since my wife passed away 18 years ago giving birth to our daughter, who I named Sara, which had been the request of my wife, she had chosen the name if it was a girl. I had been devastated when the doctor told me that there was nothing they could do. I had never really gotten over it, even to this day, she had been my high school sweetheart and we had married shortly after graduating. Shortly there after, we got the greatest news of our life, when our doctor told us that in 9 short months, we'd be the proud parents of a new beautiful new baby, if we had only known, I'm sure there would have been so many things I would have said, and because of this grief, I've been stuck in the past for all these years, and when it really hit me, it really hit me, on one occasion, I had even tried to commit suicide, and had it not been for my daughter coming home to find me passed out on the floor, with an empty bottle of sleeping pills on the floor nearby, I would have certainly died there. Luckily she had been able to get help quickly enough and they were able to bring me back from the brink of death. I spent a month in the hospital and another 2 years in therapy for my depression, it had helped at first, but I was slowly slipping back to that point again.

It's not that I had a problem finding dates, and I had been out on a few as a part of my therapy. I considered myself a good looking guy for 39 going on 40. At 5'11' and 170 lbs, I still had the trim, muscular body structure that I had kept with regular exercise and a good diet, but in my depressed state, I was slowly going to pot. I kept my dirty blonde hair cut just above my ears, and my sea blue eyes centered on my face rather nicely as I've been told by many women. 

Sitting in my easy chair that night, I was content to simply drink myself into oblivion again, wallowing in my own self pity, when my daughter came into the room and dropped herself into my lap, kissing me on the cheek as she always did, and brought a smile to my usually frowning face.

"What's with the gloomy Gus look daddy?" she asked. 

"Oh nothing pumpkin, just thinking"

"Its mom again isn't it? You're thinking about mom again right? Well its time that you let it go, I know you miss her and so do I, and I never even knew her, do you know what it is like to be a girl growing up without a mom? Not to mention seeing your dad unhappy" she choked out, before wrapping her arms around me and burying her head in my shoulder in tears. I couldn't help but cry myself. We cried for a good half hour, while wrapped in each others arms. It was while I had been softly stroking her hair that I noticed that she had fallen asleep in my arms. So I stood up still holding her to me, and carried her upstairs to her bed.

Laying her down in her bed, I realized that leaving her to sleep in her jeans and the sweater that she had on wouldn't be to comfortable for her, so letting my loving daddy mode kick in, I decided that those articles of clothing would have to come off, and with a talent that only fathers possess, I was able to get her sweater and jeans off of her easily. I leaned over to tuck her in, I brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face, kissed her cheek and whispered "I love you princess" when her eyelids fluttered open to reveal her baby blue eyes and I heard her whisper back "I love you to daddy" before her eyes closed again and she fell back asleep, as I pulled her sheets up over her.

I stood in the doorway as I watched her sleeping form, and basked in the warmth knowing that we would for ever share a loving bond that could never be broken, as I looked on, watching as the beautiful creature that I had helped to create slept peacefully, her golden blonde hair framing her angelic face, her curvaceous body that she kept that way being on the swim team in school, as well as the long distance running team. She has very long trim legs just like her mother did, which helped her with many races. I could remember the many nights long ago, when her mother and I would be in bed together, and she would have her long, beautiful legs wrapped around my waist as we made love together, or how she used to stand on one side of the door, where I couldn't see her, and stick one nude leg out slowly where I could see it, and extend and bend it provocatively, teasing me. 

I longed for that feeling again, and had to pull myself away when I realized that I was moving back towards her bed. She's your daughter I told myself, you can't be thinking of her that way, besides, she'd never want an old man like you, even if you weren't her father, you'd never have a chance. I closed her door and made my way back to my own bedroom, stripping down to my boxers, I crawled into bed and fell asleep to the thoughts of how much I missed the companionship of a women, one that I could make sweet love to like I had with Sara's mom many years ago. Teary eyed and depressed, I finally let sleep overcome my weary soul. I awoke the next morning with mixed feelings of guilt and lust, one side of me yearned for the sensual touch of a woman who I could call my lover, and that woman happened to be my very own daughter. The erotic dreams I had experienced last night were almost real, so real that for a moment I thought that they had actually happened and when I woke up my heart sank not seeing her in bed next to me, knowing that I had not carried her in my arms to my bed, where I undressed her slowly, kissing each square inch of bare flesh as it was revealed, before feasting on the delicacy of her young teenage pussy, bringing her to multiple orgasms as she screamed out "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy" Her screams of ecstasy sounded so real to me, as I moved my way back up her body, before burying my rock hard shaft into her tight pussy.

Unconsciously, I had reached down and had started stroking myself when there was a knock at the door, startling me back to reality and causing me to pull my hand back from my crotch.

"Daddy, are you awake?" My daughter asked

"Yes dear, I'm awake"

"May I come in please?" She asked in the polite manor that I had raised her with.

"Just a moment" I replied, remembering the condition I was in, and adjusting myself to best hide the tent in my sheets, before giving my daughter permission to enter. As she moved towards my bed, I took notice that she must have either changed in the middle of the night into something more comfortable to sleep in, or had attempted to put something on to be a bit more modest, unfortunately, the satin gown that she wore, left very little to the imagination. Although it didn't show much cleavage, the presence of them was not left unnoticed, just like the rest of the curves along her body as the gown seemed to cling to every one of them.

As she climbed into my bed next to me, which was something that was normal between us since before she could walk, I used to bring her in after she had awaken, and she'd crawl around on the bed or just snuggle up on my chest and fall back asleep, it was in my opinion, one of our greatest bonding moments. I could tell by the look on her face that she had something on her mind, and as she cuddled up next to me, something else came to my mind. Looking down just barely, the neck of her gown was cut low enough and hung so loosely that her right breast all the way to the nipple was putting on a surprise show. The rosy red bud was erect and it was the size of a pencil eraser, I had to shake myself out of a daze when I noticed the room was silent, and I could tell Sara was waiting for a response from me to a question I didn't know.

"Well Daddy?" she asked

"Well what?"

"You haven't been listening to a word I've said have you?" she replied, making it sound more like a statement then a question.

"I'm sorry, but when you get to be my age, you start to take longer to completely wake up in the morning, perhaps you could start again for your old man, this time I promise I'll listen"

"Oh Daddy, your not old, but anyways, as I was saying, you and I don't spend enough time together, and I was thinking, since its Saturday and we both have nothing better to do today, we should do something together, maybe go shopping at the mall"

"Thank you princess" I replied as I kissed her on the top of her head "But do you really want to take the chance of being seen at the mall by one of your friends with your Dad? Wouldn't you rather go shopping with one of them instead?" 

"Actually Daddy, I have absolutely nothing against being seen with you at the mall, do you know why? Because you're a very handsome man and when my girlfriends see me with you, they all get jealous that you're my Daddy" she stated, obviously catching on to my weak attempts to get out of going shopping, not that I didn't love spending time with her, but when an 18 year old girl tells you she wants to go shopping, its usually because she wants you to pay for whatever she's buying.

"In fact Daddy, I'll have you know that Samantha has a big crush on you, and has said that if she ever had the chance, she'd seduce you and screw your brains out" she said in a matter of fact tone, which really shocked me because I had no idea that any of her friends thought of me that way. I know all of them by name, and they all call me Steve, which I prefer much more instead of Mr. Landell.

"Samantha? She's the red head with the big cans right?" I jokingly said

"No Daddy, that's Stacy. Samantha is the brunette with the small chest, she's about my height remember?" she replied while trying to suppress a laugh. 

"Alright Princess, I'll go shopping with you, as long as you promise not to spend every penny I have, and perhaps we need to invite Samantha over for dinner sometime" I winked at her and knew that she understood my joke, "Why don't you go get changed while I put on some clothes, and then we'll head out" I was barely able to finish my sentence before she nearly strangled me in a hug and covered the side of my face with kisses before skipping off back to her room to get dressed, for a fleeting moment I sat there, the sight of my young daughters ass jiggling as she left the room playing over and over again in my mind.

I decided that a cold shower was in order, in hopes of brushing off the sexual desires I had at the moment, she's my daughter for crying out loud, and its hands off when it comes to my lusting for her. Once I was in the shower, the cold water did me good and by the time that I had gotten cleaned up and out of the shower, my cock had gone limp and I was ready to face Sara again, but not as soon as I did. 

The bathroom in our house could be entered from two sides, from the hallway, and from my room, so as I walked into my room, I was still only wearing my towel, and I didn't expect to see what I did in my room, because there, standing in from of my closet, stretching to reach something that was just barely out of reach, was the most delectable ass to ever squeeze into a pair of shorts that were obviously two sizes too small, I could feel my cock rise to attention as I thought that she's either not wearing panties, or has a very small thong on under them, covering the point at which the most wonderful, lithe legs to ever grace the female body met, the only problem was that that female, happened to be my own daughter. I cleared my throat which caused her to jump when she realized she was no longer alone.

"Sara, what are you doing in here?" I enquired,

"Oh hi Daddy, I thought that while I waited for you to finish your shower, I'd pick out something for you to wear while were at the mall" she explained, at the same time as she was giving me the once over I noticed, but I don't believe she realized I had noticed.

"Well if its anything like what you're wearing, I'm going to be quite uncomfortable today" I replied, making reference to her outfit, she blushed, and I knew that regardless of what she picked, I'd be uncomfortable.

"Why Daddy, are you checking me out?" she retorted, a big toothy grin growing on her face, I just loved that look, her mom used to give me that same look whenever I gave her a compliment on her looks. I moved over across the room to lift her up so that she could reach whatever it was she was trying to get at when I came in. She was only 5'2" and the shelf in my closet was rather high, and my 5'11" stature allowed me to reach things up there easier, so I put my hands on her hips and with a giggle from her, lifted her up.

"Why thank you kind sir" she chuckled as I placed her back down, and I could almost swear that I felt her push her ass back against my hard cock, luckily it hadn't been knocked off yet. When I realized what she had pulled down, my breath caught in my throat, because in that box, was an old blue lace teddy that used to belong to my wife, and was my favourite outfit, and I couldn't pull myself to get rid of it, and had put it in that box and left it in the closet. I had completely forgotten about it until today. Sensing my apprehension about the contents of the box, Sara stopped short of opening it and asked

"Daddy is there something about this box that I shouldn't know?"

"No dear, but right now it's not important, why don't I just get dressed, and we can be on our way"

With that I lifted the box from her hands, and tossed it on the bed, while Sara grabbed a shirt from the hangers, and a pair of pants to go with it, and I pushed her out the door so that I could get dressed. When I opened the door again, she wasn't there, so I called out to her

"Sara dear, where are you? I'm ready to go"

"I'll be right out daddy, I'm just going to the washroom" I heard her reply

"Okay then, I'll be out in the car waiting"

I wasn't waiting in the car long, when Sara came out the door, locking it behind her, she skipped along around to the passenger side of the car, and climbed in, and we were off. Sara sitting next to me, the smiling, bubbly essence of youth, I couldn't help but watch her and see how much she was turning into her mother. I had been watching her so intently in fact, that it wasn't until she pointed out that I had missed the turn into the mall parking lot, so circling around, I turned the car into the parking lot, and found a spot not far from the entrance.

"So, which store will you be draining my wallet in first?" I chuckled out, knowing that my yearly salary would be enough to afford this shopping trip and still have enough money to get by. 

"Actually Daddy, before we head in, I have to ask you something, I was thinking that since it's just you and I today, that maybe we could maybe have a nice quiet dinner together tonight and maybe rent a movie for afterwards"

"Sure pumpkin, tell you what, you've always had better taste in movies then I have, so we'll stop by Blockbuster, and you can pick out something we can watch tonight"

"Thanks Daddy, I promise that I'll rent something that we can both enjoy" she practically sang, as she kissed me on the cheek. 

So with that settled, we were off towards the mall, I had my arm around Sara's waist, and she didn't seem to mind, I guess she was glad that I had my arm around her, as it meant that I am hers, and to be totally honest, I was glad to, because she is mine. 

Our first stop once inside the mall was in Sears, I knew this stop was for cosmetics, lipstick, blush and such, the stuff I didn't know anything about, so I just stood off to the side while Sara talked with the saleswoman behind the counter about colors and skin tones and such. Every so often the lady would bring out a small tube of something or other, that Sara would try on, and either nod her head in agreement, or in disagreement, it had seemed like hours when in reality it had only been about 20 minutes before Sara waved me over, I knew it was for the bill.

"Don't look so worried Daddy, I didn't spend that much" she giggled, and in truth, she hadn't. Handing over my credit card to the saleswoman, Sara proceeded to tell me how she had only bought a couple tubes of lip stick and one whatever you want to call it of blush, so I signed my name on the bill, and with a smile and a wave, we were off to find the next lucky salesperson who would get to take credit for whatever they sold to my daughter.

As we made our way though the mall, I could see that Sara was truly enjoying herself. As we made our way though the perfume section, I was really hoping that she would just continue walking, but I could see that something had caught her eye, or nose I should say, and before I knew it, I was standing off to the side at another counter talking with another saleswoman, and a small bottle was purchased, with me signing the bill of course. I was just glad to get out of there because all the smells were just too much for me. Relieved, we finally made it out of Sears and the perfume area, and I could breathe clean air again.

"Sara? Is that you?" I heard coming from behind us, and when I looked back, I could see Sara hugging a brown haired girl, and I figured this was Samantha, the girl that Sara had been telling me earlier who had a crush on me.

"Samantha Collins, if you want to get rid of me, just say so, but don't run off on me like that without saying anything" said an older woman who had just walked up.

"I'm sorry Mom, but I wanted to come and say hi to Sara, and you were walking to slow to catch up with her" she replied

"Daddy, this is Samantha, you remember Samantha right?" Sara spoke up, winking at me.

"Mom, this is Sara and her Dad, Steve this is my Mom" Samantha introduced

"Samantha, mind your manners…" her mom spoke up before I interrupted

"It's okay, I let all of Sara's friends call me by my first name, and Mr. Landell makes me feel rather old, so I insist they call me Steve" I replied.

"Well, Steve, perhaps you two would like to join us on our shopping adventure, Mom and I were just heading to Sears so I could pick up some lipstick" Samantha interjected, bringing a laugh from the three women when they saw the look on my face at the thought of more time in the makeup section. So I suggested instead that the three of them go on their own, and I would go grab us a table in the food court for some lunch.

"That's a great idea Steve, but I think our daughters can handle themselves, so I think I'll join you in the food court, you two girls behave yourselves" Samantha's mom said, and with the passing of plastic cards, and shouts of how soon they'll be back, the girls were off and Kathy and I made our way in the opposite direction towards the food court. 

On our way to the food court, I took a moment to glance over and give Samantha's mom the once over. She seemed okay, rather attractive for her 40 years of age, her strawberry blonde hair hung about her shoulders and framed her green eyes rather nicely. I couldn't detect any sag in her breasts, which I guessed were either a very full C cup, or just barely a D cup, which was the part that really confused me, as her daughter had only a B cup according to Sara, who felt it necessary to share that information with me, she must have caught me looking, because her next comment caught me off guard.

"See anything you like there?" 

"I…well…um…I'm sorry, it's just that I was…"

"Trying to figure out why my breasts are so large when compared to Samantha's rather small chest, right?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, it was rather rude of me to be looking, and I apologize"

"Well it's nothing to be to worried about, when you have breasts as big as these, you get used to people staring at them, and to answer your question, they are real, and I too had a small chest when I was Samantha's age, it wasn't until I got pregnant with her, that they grew to be this size"

"I see, well thank you for not being offended by my lack of manners, shall we find a place to sit while we wait for the girls to return with half the makeup in the mall?" This brought a laugh from Kathy, so I took that as a yes and we took a seat at a nearby table where the girls would be able to see us. After sitting for a little while and making small talk, Kathy decided that she would go and get us all something to eat, and after telling her what I would like and to just get Sara the same thing that she got for Samantha, she was off and I was left to my own company until one of the three females returned.


A Daughter's Love



Bob Johnson walked along the cold, damp street, his collar pulled up to ward off the chill of the night. The garish light of the store front, as he passed, casting his shadow in strange contorted angles as he strode through the last few steps to the entry of his flat, that was located above a shoe store. He had lived alone these past few years. His wife of thirty years had passed away just over three years ago. 

Unlocking the door he entered the flat and hung his coat and hat on the cloak tree, turning to find the message light on the answering machine blinking. As he passed by the machine he pressed the 'play' button and continued into the bathroom to relieve himself. As the message played, a familiar voice that of Jack, his son, rang out "Dad, this is Jack. How about dinner and a drink tonight? Call me when you get in." The message ended. So did Bob's evacuation. Bob went to the phone and dialed Jack's number.

Jack had known Bob for ten years, ever since Bob had rescued him from a dead end job at a factory and made him his assistant at a mortgage lending company. The business had been good for Bob and now that he was retired, it was Jack's turn to run the business. Things had gone well for them all, that is until Bob's wife died. 

Bob and Jack would often go out on the town in the earlier days. Sometimes they would get a little out of control and pick up prostitutes for night games. On one occasion they picked up a lovely young girl and shared her for hours before returning home late in the morning. But that was before Jack married Carrie, Bob's daughter. All the carousing ended then. This was just before Bob's wife had passed away.

Jack was standing in the kitchen, taking the top off a beer bottle, when the phone rang. It was Bob. "Hey, Jack what's going on?" Bob inquired.

"Nothing, Pop. Carrie is in California for a week and I thought we could get in a meal and a drink tonight. You up for it?" Jack responded.

"What's Carrie doing in California?" Bob asked.

"She's doing a photo shoot for a lingerie catalog and they need her for the whole week." Jack explained.

"Great! Where are we going for dinner?" Bob asked.

"I thought we could hit Carson's for dinner and do Bell's Blues Bar for drinks." Jack returned. 

"Hey, that's a great idea," Bob says, "Pick me up in half an hour."

As they sat in Carson's they caught up on current events with each other's lives. The dinner was nothing if not fantastic. Carson's was the preferred place to dine in town and was a favorite of Bob's from the early days, when he would start every celebration with a meal at Carson's. Tonight wasn't one of those nights. This was just two guys out for a quiet evening together. Later, at Bell's Blues Bar, they would reminisce about the 'good old days' when they were known for raising hell.

As Jack and Bob were reliving the good old days for about the third time, a beautiful blonde bombshell caught Jack's eye, and made every attempt to get a response from him. No such luck. Jack wasn't taking the bait. Bob was however. He made every pass he could muster and was rebuffed at every turn. The blonde, having never looked back, left with a guy in a business suite.

"It's been like that for a few years now Jack. They don't go for fat, bald, old has-been's like me. I sure miss the old days." Bob mused.

"It isn't that bad is it Pop?" Jack asked.

"Bad? It's worse than bad. If I had a dime for every girl that turned me down, well....." Bob continued, "I sure wish you were single again. We sure had the times didn't we?"

"Sure, sure Bob. We had the times." Jack said, "Let's get out of here."

All day, the next day, Jack worried over Bob's predicament. He sure wasn't going to dump his wife, a beautiful professional model, so he could get his father laid. But, he had to do something. Then a plan began to form in his mind. What if he picked up a girl and he and Bob switched before the dirty deed was done? An idea, but how was he to work it out? Jack spent the rest of the day working out the details.

Carrie had been in California for just a few days and was already missing Jack and her own bed. Being a model is glamorous, but very hard work. Twelve hours a day primping and prepping countless garments in endless poses over and over again. She was taking a much deserved break from the shoot, and used the opportunity to call Jack at his office. His voice sent a chill through her body. He always had that effect on her. He was her one and only true love. They spoke only briefly, and then she was back to work. The end of the week couldn't come fast enough for her.

It took Jack a couple of days to make the plans for Bob's sexual interlude. He had to be careful not to hurt Bob's feelings by making him feel like a mercy case. Just as he couldn't let on to the girl he picked up his true intentions. Carrie would be home in a couple of days, so tonight was the one and only opportunity to make this work.

Jack picked up Bob and as per usual they dined at Carson's. Jack was visibly nervous and Bob asked why he was acting odd several times. Jack just parried the inquiries as best he could. Once at Bell's Blues Bar, Jack pretended to drink a lot, Bob did drink heavily. As the night progressed, very few opportunities to pick up an available girl presented themselves. Those that did were apparently concerned about Bob hanging around during the courtship phase. 

Jack had just about given up, when a luscious, blonde, girl of indeterminable age approached and hit on Jack. God, Jack thought, she's a knock out. Slender, with pert breasts and a heart shaped ass to die for. Her blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, delicately framing her face which glowed of youthful exuberance. Jack went to work on his plan. He began to ply her with alcohol, lots of alcohol. When the Bar lights flashed for last call, Jack had set the stage for his father's salvation. With a broad smile the girl accepted Jack's invitation to accompany him home for the evening. 

Jack pulled the keys from his pocket and opened the door to his apartment. 

"Hurry," The girl implored in a slurred, anguished manner, "I need to pee."

"OK," Jack said, "It's through there." Pointing to the bed room door, he was thinking that this was a perfect opportunity to pull the switch.

After she disappeared into the darkness of the bedroom, Jack turned to Bob and said, "Pop, you're up. I can't be messing around with her, I'm married."

"I wondered how long you were going to go before you came to your senses." Bob muttered. "But I'm pretty drunk. I might not perform." 

"Well, it's up to you, but there's a beautiful young girl in there just waiting to get laid." Jack chuckled.

Tentatively, Bob moved to the bedroom door, peered inside, then disappeared as the door closed behind him. Bob could just make out a form on the far side of the bed. Nervously, he hurriedly stripped naked, and slid into the bed beside the still female form. Moving up closer to her, he reached out and felt her smooth warm flesh from her shoulder to her hip. She was completely bare. The stirrings in his loins began to spread through the rest of his body. His manhood became aroused, and surged with a determined strength belying his age.

He reached down, tentatively, shaking perceptibly, and felt the downy soft fur patch that was perched above her vagina. Continuing, he pressed his middle finger into the moist center of her sex. She moaned and stirred slightly, opening her thighs so as to allow more fully his access to her. He breathed in her sent, how wonderful it was. She rolled onto her back as he maneuvered his face into position between her thighs to give her oral ministrations. The sweet smell of her filled his nostrils and beckoned him forward, into her. His tongue flicked the clitoris and simultaneously his middle finger pressed fully into her. Her moaning increased as her hands moved to his head, holding it, pressing it into her more fully.

Jack lay on the couch listening to the moaning emanating from the bedroom. A smile crossed his face as a sense of satisfaction for a job well done warmed his heart. Content, he rolled over and went to sleep.

In the bedroom Bob was picking up the pace. Just as he placed a second finger into her vagina an orgasm wracked her body. She had begun to sweat from the intense activity. Bob realized he had to have her now or he might not last long enough to get it at all. So, he moved up into position, and placed his rigid tool at the opening of her vagina. Pressing forward, he entered, then retracted slightly, then pressed into her fully. She let out a gasp, clinching to him tightly. He then began thrusting into her, increasing his speed with every thrust. She was moaning incoherently and Bob realized she must be pretty intoxicated. 

He penetrated her with a passion imbued with years of frustration and denial. He lavished her with tender kisses and rough bites to her nipples. He was a man possessed by his sexual demons. Ramming into her open vagina he began to feel the long forgotten tingle in his loins that foretells the orgasm he so desired. As the orgasm built, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. In a crescendo of cascading emotions he erupted into her as wave after wave of intense orgasm washed over him. 

Sometime during his orgasm she had completely passed out and now just lay splayed on the bed under him. Bob rolled over and passed out likewise.

Jack woke the next morning and made coffee. As he was sipping his first cup he reminisced about the last evening's events. He heard stirrings in the bedroom and wondered what reaction the girl would have when she found out who had been with her last night. Just then he heard a scream.

"What the hell...Who are you?" 

Oh shit, Jack thought, here it comes. The girl burst through the bedroom door making straight for the exit. As she staggered to the door she shot a glaring look in the direction of Jack, who just looked away shamefully. 

From the bedroom another voice crackled, "Jack. Where are you?"

Jack was stricken with fear as a horrific realization came to him. Carrie, his wife, was home. But why? She wasn't due back yet.

Rushing to the bedroom he sees his father still passed out on the bed, naked. His wife was standing naked in the bathroom doorway, glaring at him. 

"Who was that woman?" She implored.

"She was here for your dad." Jack pleaded.

"Dad?" She complained, "Why is dad in my bed? Where have you been?"

"I slept on the couch last night. When did you come home?" He asked.

"I came home last evening. You weren't here so I took a pill and went to sleep." She retorted.

A slow, dark realization came over Jack. He looked at his wife's naked form, crusted semen caked to her inner thighs told a sordid tale he was wont to believe.

"Where was the girl this morning?" He asked.

"On the bathroom floor." She said.

"OH GOD!" Jack spat out. "Your dad made love to you last night."

"My dad? What do you mean?" Carrie asked, confused.

"That girl was here for your dad. But you were in the bed, not her." He explained.

A look of horror came over her. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor. Jack rushed to her, but she recoiled from his grasp. She sat in shock, tears flowing freely, but she couldn't grasp the reality of it. Her father had had sex with her. 

Later, as Jack was preparing to sleep on the couch for the second night in a row, Carrie lay on her bed sobbing, vaguely the memory of her lovemaking from the night before began to haunt her. She told herself that the pleasure she had felt must be purged from her memory. But try as she might, the thought of her father, laying there naked in her bed last night stirred her as nothing had ever stirred her before. She rolled over, clutched a pillow tightly to her, and cried herself to sleep. 

Carrie awoke to the morning sun, groggy from the recent events that had sapped her of her physical and emotional strength. Recalling the incident with her father created mixed emotions for Carrie. She dearly loved her father but couldn't reconcile her love with the image of him lying naked in her bed after fucking her.

***

Several weeks passed and Carrie had yet to forgive Jack. Realizing what had happened; Carrie and Jack kept the incident secret. That is until Carrie overheard her father telling Jack how wonderful the prostitute had been.

Carrie found herself deriving a small sense of satisfaction from the comments. Confused over these conflicting emotions she finally broke her silence and talked to Jack about the chain of events that had brought them to this point in their life.

"Jack, we need to talk." She said, matter-of-factly.

"Sure." Jack said tentatively.

Carrie continued, "If we are ever going to get past this, I have to know what you thought you were doing with that woman in my house."

"It was strictly for your dad." He pleaded. "I felt sorry for him and wanted to give him a comforting gift of love and friendship."

"I can't understand men sometimes. What passes for sympathy between you is unbelievable." She said shaking her head.

"I'm so sorry, honey." He pleaded.

"Does dad suspect anything?" She queried.

"God, no. But he does talk about it incessantly." Jack added. 

"What does he say?" Carrie asked with mock indifference. "Does he remember much?"

"Well, he sure remembers the passion." Jack blurted out with accidental excitement in his voice, quickly correcting himself and looking downward to avoid her scathing stare.

"I wonder if dad has ever dated anyone since mom died." She mused out loud.

"I don't think so. He is a very lonely man." Jack said rather pensively. "Since we're on speaking terms again, does this mean we can be lovers again?" He begged like a puppy.

"Well, I'm still not sure I should let you off so easily, but you do look awfully pathetic sleeping on the couch." She pondered aloud.

Jack took this as an affirmative and nuzzled into her neck with tender kisses and nips. She melted into his arms, longing for his embrace had taken its toll on her ability to withstand her self imposed sexual abstention. As they made frantic love on the couch, visions of her father flashed through her mind. She imagined him bragging about his sexual conquest with his friends.

Her father's smile pierced her very core as she remembered how he recalled the details of the event with her husband. Remembering the few details of the encounter she could muster, she felt the beginnings of an orgasm rising within her, boiling like a cauldron of pent up need and desire, until at once she climaxed violently into Jack's arms. 

Or were they her father's arms? Realizing that she had fantasized about her father startled her; she sprang up gasping for air and running to the bathroom, sobbing in terror. Jack fell over, not knowing what had occurred. He sat, head in hands for a few moments before following her into the bathroom. 

"Honey. Is something wrong?" He asked, almost apologetically.

"No. I just wasn't ready for this so soon." She lied.

"We'll take our time honey. Don't worry." He said, consolingly, hugging her as she sobbed.

***

She began to fantasize regularly thereafter. She found herself wondering what it must be like to be beneath her father as he made love to her. She rebuffed Jack's sexual overtures at every turn. She just couldn't bring herself to engage in intercourse with him. Her thoughts and desires centered upon her father and became an obsession with her. She tried to masturbate, but try as she might, she was unable to climax fantasizing about her father, the taboo that drove her to fantasize, also guiltily restrained her ability to achieve an orgasm.

Acting on an impulse, Carrie picked up the phone and called her father.

"Hello." A deep mature voice answered.

"Hi dad." Carrie spoke into the receiver. "How have you been?"

"Hi sweetness." He beamed as he used his pet name for his daughter. "What have you been up to?" 

"Oh, just goofing off mostly. I was thinking about you and wondered if you would like to come to dinner?" Carrie said hopefully. 

"I'd love to." Bob rejoined.

"Tonight, at seven then?" 

"Ok, at seven. Bye sweetness." Bob hung the receiver and smiled to himself, maybe he could talk Jack into another tryst with a prostitute, Jack had been kind of stand-offish since the last time. Oh well, he thought, better get ready for dinner.

***

Jack sat in the living room waiting on his wife to finish the dinner preparations. It had been a long time since she had invited her father to dinner; usually they just went out to a restaurant. Jack observed that Carrie seemed excited about the visit. Jack hoped that this signaled the end of the cold shoulder treatment he had endured lately. Maybe she can get over it now, he thought. A knock on the door roused Jack from his thoughts.

The dinner went famously. Bob and Jack both complimented Carrie for her culinary delights. With a squeeze and a hug, she shooed them into the living room with a beer so she could clean up. As she went about clearing the table she could overhear her father and Jack talk idle chitchat. 

When he thought she couldn't hear, Bob leaned over to Jack and said, "Have you given any thought to getting another girl, Jack?"

Jack, clearly uncomfortable, fidgeted, then tentatively said, "I don't know dad, Christ, we could get into real trouble if Carrie found out."

"How would she find out? She doesn't need to know anything." Bob insisted.

"You have no idea." Jack said under his breath.

"What?" Bob asked.

"Nothing, I was just thinking." Jack returned. "Let me think about it dad."

Just then Carrie walked into the living room having heard every word, she pretended that she hadn't. "Dad it was wonderful having you over tonight. We need to do it more often."

Jack just looked at her wondering what she must be thinking.

After Bob left, she prepared for bed and invited Jack to sleep in the bedroom again. Jack was ecstatic and jumped at the opportunity to be with his wife again. She's back, he thought. 

As they lay together in bed, Carrie wondered out loud to Jack "Do you think dad is lonely all the time?"

Jack responded, "He seems to be, honey. He keeps after me about another tryst, and I just don't know how to say no." 

As Carrie played with Jack's testicles, she mused, "Maybe you should."

Jack froze, "Maybe I should what?"

"Well, you thought it was a good idea before, maybe you should help him from time to time. You know, like a guy's night out or something, to get him some company I mean." She seemed to stumble through her thoughts.

"I guess, if you think so, honey, but your dad is hard to fix up." Jack recounted.

"Oh you can do it I have faith in you." She muttered just as she swallowed his swollen manhood. In her mind's eye she saw her father's pelvis thrusting up to meet her.

***

In the morning's light Carrie looked like the model she was, her still, naked form barely making an impression in the sheets. Jack smiled as he kissed his lovely wife on the cheek saying, "Wakeup sleepy head."

Carrie woke slowly from her slumber. She stretched and rose thinking how wonderful it was to have a purpose and a direction again. Singing softly, she bathed and got dressed for the day. Jack noticed the change in Carrie's mood and was glad to see her happy again. 

As Jack left for work, Carrie kissed him sensually, and said, "Remember to call dad about tonight." 

Jack's brow furrowed in astonishment, "What about tonight?" he asked.

"Well you said you were going to get dad a date didn't you?"

"Yeah, but..."

"No buts, I'll call around lunch to see what you have set up. Bye." She shot back as she closed the door, turned and walked into the studio.

Jack was floored. How did we get to this, he wondered? 




A Daughter's Love



Jack had no idea how he was going to set his father up on such short notice. He mulled it over for what seemed like hours, then as a last resort he pulled out his little black book and began to dial numbers of girls he had known long ago. Most of the numbers didn't belong to the same girls anymore, and it was becoming tedious dialing over and over again. 

Then, just as fate would have it, a voice from the past answered the phone, "Hello."

"Sharon, Sharon Smith?" Jack asked.

"Yes. How can I help you?" She asked.

"Hi, this is Jack, I don't know if you remember me but..." 

Jack was cut off by the girl's voice, "Jack! How are you? Where have you been? Where are you? It's so good to hear from you." The excitement in her voice peaked with the last 'you'.

"I've been out of town for awhile, but I was wondering if you would like to get together later for drinks?" Jack managed to say in a quaking voice.

"I would love to, how about you pick me up at seven?"

"Eight would be better for me." Jack countered.

"It's a date. See ya." Sharon quipped, as she hung up the phone.

Carrie called Jack just as promised, and inquired about the arrangements. Jack explained that he had called an old friend and asked her out for drinks tonight at eight. 

"Perfect Jack, just be sure you use dad's apartment this time though, ok?"

"How am I supposed to do that?" He asked.

"Honey, just get her drunk, take her to dad's place, then let him show up unannounced. He can take it from there. OK?" Carrie insisted.

"OK. See you tonight Honey." Jack said.

"Oh, no Jack, I'll be at the photo lab late, don't wait up. You just take care of dad tonight." She explained, and before he could protest she hung up.

Jack called Bob and let him know they were on for tonight. Bob was ecstatic. 

Jack had arranged for Bob to show up at his apartment after he called him on his cell phone. He was to be waiting and silently replace Jack as Jack slipped out to use the bathroom. If all went well, they should be back at his place by midnight. 

***

Jack pulled up to the curb in front of Sharon's apartment. Just as he opened the door to the car; she came skipping down the walkway. 

"Hi Jack." She squealed in obvious delight at seeing him again.

"Hi Sharon. You look wonderful tonight." He beamed as she neared. Opening the door for her, he held her hand as she swung into the seat with an expectant urgency.

"Let's go." She chirped.

Nervous and unsure Jack sped away toward a seedy little place where he knew they wouldn't be recognized. The night went dreadfully slow. Sharon barely drank as she talked of every single detail of every event that had transpired since last they met. Jack was ready to call the whole thing off when Sharon excused herself to the ladies room.

Bob took this opportunity to approach Jack. "What's up Jack?" He smiled as he sat down.

"God, she can talk up a storm, Pop. I hope I can last." Jack muttered, dejectedly.

"Just get her to the apartment, Jack. I'll take her off your hands there." Bob chuckled.

"OK, but you better leave before she sees you." Jack cautioned.

When Sharon returned Jack asked if she would like to go where they could find a little privacy.

"Sure. Let's go." She said, standing to leave.

Just as planned, Bob waited for the call from Jack. Sitting in his car was for the birds. He was so horny he could hardly stand it any longer. What was taking Jack so long he thought? Then his cell phone rang. Though he was expecting it, he was startled none-the-less.

"Come on up Pop." Jack whispered into the phone.

Without hesitation Bob was opening the door to the car, stepping into the dark street, and began the short walk to the steps of his apartment. Then his cell phone rang again. Wondering if something had changed, Bob quickly answered the phone. "Hello." He answered. Expecting Jack's voice, he was unnerved when he heard his daughter's voice.

"Dad?" She asked.

"Yes, sweetness, what's up?" Bob asked, turning back into the darkness of the street for a moment.

Carrie asked if he had seen Jack tonight. He had, and asked if everything was alright. All was well she assured him, she was just wondering where Jack was. Bob informed her that he had just left and should be home soon. Carrie thanked him and wished him a good night. 

***

Unbeknownst to Jack, Carrie had determined to be a part of this escapade somehow and had managed her way into her father's bedroom closet earlier in the evening. Just as Jack made his way into the bathroom to call her father, she stepped into the bedroom, startling Sharon. She explained the subterfuge to Sharon and promised to help her out of the apartment if she was quiet. Sharon was nonplussed, and agreed to sneak out as she had been instructed by Carrie. How could she have fallen for such a cheap trick she thought to herself? Carrie then called Bob and held him up long enough for Sharon to escape through the back door.

Jack was impatient. When Bob finally appeared he was just about to leave. Bob explained that Carrie had called and had wondered where he was. Jack just smiled, shaking his head he thought; she just couldn't wait to find out, could she.

Jack had told him that she wasn't as drunk as the last one was and to be careful. Bob entered as they had planned and moved quietly to the bedroom taking off his clothes as he went. He was down to his underwear when he reached the bed. 

Cautiously, he moved between the sheets and was surprised to find that she was not there. He was confused and cast about in the dark for her. Then a slight sound came from the shadow in the corner of the room, faintly she came into view, darkly present and near. She pulled the bed sheet back, slid into the bed, and began to administer tender nibbles to his bare chest. More passionate now, she began searching for his male member. Finding his underwear obstructing her way, she pulled at them removing them with a fling across the room. 

Bob was in a trance. Never before had a woman so completely possessed him. She moved to his now erect penis and began to fellate him. He responded immediately, undulating under her tender suckling, he erupted violently into her mouth, spasms of uncontrollable surges following one after another. 

Despair gripped him, he had not intended to come so soon, and was now worried he might not be able to satisfy her. He made his way to the soft furry patch of hair between her legs and began to kiss and caress her warm moist vaginal opening. She responded with soft moans and coos of appreciation. Slipping his forefinger into her, he began to lick her clitoris with renewed vigor. She pressed back against his face almost suffocating him. He felt her begin to climax and was thankful for it as he was beginning to fatigue.

Just as she came she moaned softly, "Oh!"

Bob knew he had dodged a bullet and rolled over onto his back, breathing deeply as his heart raced in his chest. For a moment he recalled how it had been with his wife, strangely familiar, he thought. She stirred after a slight pause, took him back into her mouth and attempted to get him hard again. He wanted to tell her he didn't think it would get up again, when she slipped a finger up his rectum. 

Surprised by this abrupt invasion Bob tensed appreciably. She moaned over his still soft penis in her mouth, and began to stroke his prostate from within his rectal passage. He responded. Bob couldn't believe it but she had coaxed his lifeless manhood to life once again. Her clever manipulation of his prostate had reinvigorated him to full hardness. 

She swung her leg over his body and positioned his penis at her open vagina. With a plunge she sank onto him fully. She rode him with abandon, thrusting repeatedly, impaling herself upon his turgid flesh. Bob was in a state of wonder. He just laid there as she climaxed once again. As her convulsions subsided she rolled over keeping Bob inside her as she did.

Bob began to slowly stroke back and forth into her sopping wetness. Bob was not to last long this time either. She lay still as he finished the last few strokes of his orgasm.

The lovers fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

As the morning light chased the shadows from the room Bob stirred. His head was pounding from the sex and alcohol he had endured the night before. Realizing that the girl from last night was still in bed with him, he gazed upon her shapely form as it barely made an impression in the sheets as she laid facing away from him. Ever so gently he shook her awake. "Wake up young lady." He said.

What happened next struck Bob like thunder. As she rolled over smiling at him he recognized his daughter, Carrie. Bob was dumb struck.

Carrie said, "Morning dad. I'll bet you're surprised, huh?"

"What's going on here?" Bob said. "How did you...."

"Shush, Dad." Carrie said as she placed a finger to his lips. I tricked you and Jack last night. I just had to have you again.

"Again?" Bob asked confused.

Carrie explained about the foul up on the last date Jack had set up for him and how she began to fantasize about having sex with him again. 

"Do you mean to tell me you set this charade up to seduce me, your father?" He asked incredulously. 

"Yes. And it was glorious too. Didn't you enjoy it Dad? You seemed to like it last night." Carrie prodded her father. 

"But, what about Jack? What will he think?" 

"This must remain our secret dad. Jack doesn't need to know and we won't tell him." Carrie said sternly. 

"Well..." Bob started.

"Well nothing dad. If you think I'm giving you up now that I've had you, you have another think coming." She stated flatly as she moved to cuddle with him, reaching down to find his penis, she kissed him fully and passionately. He responded as she had hoped, the stirring of his loins had begun with her touch and now was pulsing through her grip as she pumped his flesh. 

He pushed his daughter to the mattress and entered her with the passion of a man possessed. They made love frantically through the morning each time their exploration of one another became more familiar. 

Finally, as they showered and dressed for the day, Carrie came up behind her father, hugged him from behind and asked, "Dad will you do me a big favor?"

"Just name it sweetness." He asserted positively.

Carrie said in her tiny, 'daddy's little girl' voice, "Can you pick up some Viagra for tonight?"

Bob laughed, "Anything for my little girl."

"I love you dad."

"I love you sweetness."

***

Jack woke early and prepared for work. Carrie had not come home last night and he worried what might have happened to her. Several times he called her cell phone, but only got the voice mail. Carrie called him at work, about mid-morning, and explained that she had worked though the late evening and slept in the studio, apologizing for not calling sooner, then informing him that she would be working late that evening as well. Jack was not happy with the way things were turning out, but held his tongue, not wanting a confrontation over the phone.

Carrie had planned her evening with her father well, but not her cover story, Jack seemed to be suspicious, she hoped he wouldn't find out what she was really up to.

Bob spent the day jumping through hoops with his doctor, an old friend, trying to get some form of erectile assistance. After many probing questions and a discomforting examination he was awarded with a prescription for Viagra. He rushed home, to prepare for an evening with his daughter. He had hoped to get a nap in so he was well rested for the event, but nervous excitement prevented any rest. He fidgeted, and paced, and waited.

Carrie stayed at her studio until eight, and then made her way to her father's apartment. Bob was almost comical as he greeted his daughter at the door, not really knowing how to act in the situation; his emotions fluctuated between paternalistic love and zealous adoration for his beautiful little girl. Carrie, too, was visibly agitated; the masquerade of the previous encounters had allowed the tension to be diffused. But she was here, now, to make love to her father, there were no pretenses, just raw sexual need. 

After dinner and a bottle of wine Carrie asked her father if he was able to get the Viagra. Bob turns slightly in his chair and looks toward his lap, and in an exaggerated manner points to a large tent in his pants, and says, "What do you think?" 

Carrie pulled Bob into the bedroom and stripped him bare and teased him as she too unclothed herself in a very sensual manner.

She gripped his long, burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening.

"Ooooooh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.

He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The thick rod of flesh with the massive head was sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Bob groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet mouth.

"Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lips tightened around his hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head. Carrie's tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. 

He made a hard thrust forward and almost his entire prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.

"Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely while he watched his daughter. "Oooooooh, that feels so goddamn good."

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time dad?" she breathed hotly around his cock.

"Oh, God yes! Milk your fingers over the skin. Do that too!"

He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the pillow as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glands at the end. He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the bed to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.

Carrie could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build in reaction. She reveled in the fact that she was sucking on her own father's cock.

"Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist blood-inflated head.

"Yes, I've got to fuck you. Fuck the shit out of you," her father muttered.

She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock head. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the bed. Bob rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly. 

"Oh, you've got such a big hard cock tonight," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her cunt, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

"And you've ... God, you've got such a sweet pussy," he worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

"Oh, it's going to feel so goooood! Hurry! Fuck me now! Noooooow!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the spongy, sweat soaked material of the bed.

She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart still, stretching her cunt until it lay before him in a flat exposed plain. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and then Carrie felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Ooooooh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Bob shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the bed and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. 

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick sex filled air. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock up into the warmly quivering confines of this stranger's cunt and she was loving every minute of it ... God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking ... he had never had anything like this before and it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from coming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt.

"Oh, Ooooooh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me Dad, fiiiiilll meeee," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

He dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. 




A Daughter's Love



Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the bed and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness. Goddamn it, I'm going insane, I'm fucking my little girl, he thought. I'm going to lose my fucking mind! Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.

"Aaaaaagh, I'm coming!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.

"I'm coming. I'm coming too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into his little girl's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice ... and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the muscles of her cunt clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb asunder. 

He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. In a cascade of passion the lovers exploded into a mutual sexual haze, convulsing to exhaustion.

***

Jack had called every phone number he knew, trying to contact Carrie, unsuccessfully. Thinking he should share his concern with someone, he calls Bob's number only to find the line busy. Busy? Jack thought; why would his line be busy for so long? Jack got his car and drove to his father's apartment. As he pulled up, Carrie's Car was parked by the curb. Realizing now why he was unable to get her by phone, he was even more confused why she hadn't let him know where she was. Jack parked, walked toward his father-in-law's apartment, and as he did so, became aware of the strange circumstances surrounding Carrie's behavior. He determined to be clandestine for the moment, just until he could find out what was going on.

Jack stole up the several steps to the door to Bob's apartment, stopping to listen for sounds, he pressed his ear to the door. It is late now and the noises from the street outside are more pronounced than any he could hear through the door. Slowly and very carefully, he reaches to the door knob, turns it, and feels the latch release. The door was unlocked. Continuing, he pushes ever so slowly against the door and it opens inward, small squeaks from the straining hinges sounding like sirens, but in reality are only barely perceptible scrapes. Wide enough now, he peers inside the dark apartment unable to see anything or anyone. He lets his eyes adjust to the darkness, familiar shapes coming to view, then a small noise from the far side of the apartment. He freezes, and begins to listen closely, another sound, fainter than the first, now another, louder than before. Confusion weaves through Jack's mind, what could this mean?

Suddenly a gasp resounds from the darkness, "Oh Dad!"

Jack is petrified, finally realizing what his wife was doing here, with her father. With her father!!! Jack hangs on that thought for a lingering moment, then jealously and rage build in his gut. Sweat beads are collecting on his brow, he begins to shake and is unable to move from his place in the doorway. Another noise from the dark abyss strikes directly to his center, his heart, "Harder." He hears, and it echoes in his seething mind, driving the already rabid thoughts to a new intensity. 

Prying his feet from the floor, Jack staggers forward, following the sound in the distance. He no longer feared the unknown, another sound comes. He is resolute now, pressing against the darkness which engulfs him. Approaching the door to the bedroom he pauses to listen again, a small hope surfacing against a storm of emotion, maybe he was wrong, then carefully, he looks into the room searching for what he hoped was not there, his eyes resting on his wife's naked form straddling her father. 

Carrie drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her cock-stretched cunt up against the tickling wiriness of Bob's thick pubic hair. As she arched her hips up, Bob withdrew his long blood-engorged shaft from her womb, stopping only when the swollen head remained inside. She pressed her lewdly skewered loins into him for fear he might take it all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again into the depths of her wetly seeping passage. Jack watched Bob's rubbery flesh-tip parting the walls of her heated cunt as it slid up inside her, and her grasping vagina closed tightly on the huge monster, the nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of its throbbing form to her brain. 

She hung suspended now on every moment of his long in-stroke, feeling pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her now only receptive cunt. The sensation was wonderful, and Carrie opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next plunge even deeper.

Bob pulled back with his hips to withdraw his lust-excited cock, and as he slammed up into her clasping vagina with a faster motion, his balls slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus, before falling back wetly against his own.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" she shrieked from the fantastic sensations chasing them up and down her spine, each one vying for attention. 

Her father's heavy balls were stirring with the building pressure of sperm deep inside them, and Carrie could feel the life throbbing in them. The driving motion of his long, thick penis sent ripples of ever-increasing intensity through every part of her passion-aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips as she drove downward on the in-stroke, and pulling back as he retreated.

The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Bob's already Viagra-engorged cock seemed to grow larger still and his fucking became faster and faster. His cunt-moistened cock slid with greater and greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping vagina, the walls of her passage wrapping and squeezing over every part of its full throbbing shape as it stirred her to even greater heights of pleasure. Carrie felt her whole body become part of her hungrily grasping cunt. She had never imagined it could be such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge fleshy shaft pounding crazily into her naked belly. She drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and tightening the muscles in her excitedly trembling thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock that she held clasped with such tremendous force in her fiery, hot womb.

"MORE!" she gasped, "MORE!" Behind him she glimpsed another figure ... a man, but her dilated pupils were tear-filled and her vision was so distorted that she closed them tight again. She opened them, blinking, finally focusing on the figure standing there. Jack! Jack was here, but why? "Oh God ..." Carrie moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on Bob's shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic excitement Jack's obscene presence was arousing in her. "Oh please God no ..."All she wanted was to come again. She had to feel that gloriously blissful release coursing through her thoroughly aroused body before she could resume her normal life. "I'm sorry... Jack... But I had to... had to have Dad... again." She panted on the verge of climax.

Carrie's outburst caught Bob off guard, but he looked in the direction Carrie was looking and saw Jack, his son. Bob was riveted to Jack's still form, standing in the doorway, watching him fuck Carrie, his daughter, Jack's wife. "Oh shit." Bob gasped, unable to do anything while being pinned by Carrie as she flailed above him.

Carrie was crying now, incoherently sobbing as she fucked even more furiously than before. "AAAAaaaaawwwwggggg!" Her scream echoed around the room as the explosive searing passion in her body soared to the pinnacle of delightful pleasure. Her eyes locked on to her husband's frozen form in the darkness, she sank her fingernails into the back of her father, tensed beneath her impassionedly writhing body, and pushed her heaving breasts into his hard chest. She wanted to smother him with her warm flesh. She arched her wide-spread crotch to receive all of her father's penetratingly hard penis she could get, and her own sticky white cum gushed down her wildly contracting hair-covered base and ran slowly down the crevice of her tanned buttocks. It seemed to go on forever until her body was completely drained of all its fluid.

Jack stood there amazed at the sight of his wife fucking her father. Stricken, he was unable to do anything, he wanted to pounce on them, but couldn't, he thought of running away, but didn't, he was at a loss for what to do. So he stood and stared at his beautiful wife as she stared back at him, the whole time climaxing with her father's giant prick protruding from her sopping pussy. A more surreal sight could not be imagined.

Bob was the first to move; he pushed his daughter gently to the side and rose to a sitting position. He could feel Jack's gaze burning a hole through him. Bob fidgeted uncomfortably with his still erect penis. Carrie was still crying as she looked helplessly at the floor not noticing her father's discomfort. Bob couldn't stand the stalemate and shouted, "What was I to do Jack? You were the one who started all this."

The shock of his accusation tugged at Jack's mind. He remembered that it was his mistake that had gotten this whole sordid affair started. His heart pounded, he started to deny complicity, he began to speak, his lips moved, but the sound of his voice could not be heard. Again he tried, forcing his voice to make a sound, and then as if without his command, he heard his voice mouthing the words, "I'm so sorry, it was my fault."

Carrie stopped crying and sat up startled by the admission. Bob was dumbfounded, and sat blinking at his son. 

"What am I going to do? I can't compete with you Pop" Jack pleads for help.

"Oh Jack, you don't have to compete, I've always loved you, its just that Dad and I have gotten very close from the... well, the accident." Carrie offers consolingly.

Bob continued to fidget with his erection, visibly relieved at the direction the discussion has taken.

Jack looked at Bob and then to Carrie, and said, "What about me?"

Carrie smiles and holds a hand out to Jack, saying, "Come here baby, I will always love you, you're my husband, first, last, and always."

Jack moves to the foot of the bed and extends his hand to his wife, grasping her hand firmly. She pulls him to her and with her free hand places it on his stiffened cock in his trousers. Jack releases her hand and begins to strip quickly, moving to the bed as he does so. Bob watches intently, and then rises to leave the couple alone. 

Carrie notices her father leaving and asks Jack, "I'd like Dad to stay if its Ok with you Jack."

Jack looks back over his shoulder, smiles toward his father, and says, "Bob you're always hounding me to set you up with a beautiful girl, here's your chance."

Bob grins from ear to ear, and in a bound joins the couple on the bed. 

In seconds, Jack's penis was snuggly lodged inside her warm hole. He felt her pushing her hips down until he was all the way inside. He could feel Bob's hot cum in her vagina, squeezing him in her velvet tunnel; her sweet hole began to pulse and vibrate around his swollen shaft. Then her body tensed. He felt Bob straddling her hips, his feet on either side of Jack's legs. Then, before he could comprehend what was going on there was more movement and Carrie, her lips close to his ear, grunted and sucked in her breath. 

He felt her vagina suddenly grow tighter around his shaft. Then he felt friction through the thin membrane... something was sliding past his penis. In shock and disbelief, he realized that Bob was entering Carrie's ass!

His heart began to pound inside his chest and sweat beads formed on his brow as he lay frozen... as if movement would somehow show his acceptance of what was going on. This was more than he had bargained for. He had never even considered such a thing. Yet, his penis lost none of its hardness and, in fact, pulsed even harder. 

Suddenly Carrie's tight hole grew even tighter and it felt like a rubber band had just been wrapped around the length of his penis. His mouth grew dry as he tried to control his rapid breathing. He couldn't think of anything but the tightness surrounding his shaft. The sphincter muscles of Carrie's ass squeezed Bob, and he could feel it at the base of his penis and he could feel her insides quivering around his shaft.

A second later Bob's penis in Carrie's ass began to move. An unintentional moan escaped Jack's lips when he felt the penis sliding out and then back in. 

The bed squeaked as Carrie's body was forced down onto Jack, pressing them both heavily to the mattress. There were whimpers and gasps of pleasure coming from her lips. "Yes! Yes!" she moaned in an excited whisper. "Oh God! Oh God!"

The weight from above continued to push Carrie downward. As the penis in her ass moved deeper, Jack's penis moved deeper, following the other shaft, until both were totally encased in her body, side by side... one on top of the other. 

All three of them stopped moving. The darkness of the room surrounded them, encasing them in an anonymity that made this perverse sex act seem okay somehow.

Carrie began to moan incoherently now, almost as if she were in pain. Yet, she didn't move except for her heaving chest.

Seconds ticked by. All four of them seemed to be waiting for someone to make the first move, someone to scream out, and anything that would indicate that it was okay to continue... or to stop.

Jack was the first to move. Gradually, his lower body began to lift upward with a will of its own. He pushed his hips up, almost in reflex, forcing the last fraction of an inch of his penis into Carrie.

That was the signal that they were all looking for. 

Carrie gasped and Bob moaned. Then she lifted upward, allowing Jack's penis to slip out until just the head was inside. This allowed Bob's penis to move the last inch into her anal canal. With a grunt of pleasure she pushed back down hard to take Jack deep into her vagina again. Bob's slipped out until only the constricted sphincter muscles held the head.

Not to be denied, Bob pushed back in, encasing him in her warmth again. Jack pulled out. Soon a rhythm began. As Jack's penis would go in, the penis in Carrie's ass would slip out, in and out, in and out. After a few missed beats they began to move together. Suddenly they were like dancers moving in perfect tempo. As Bob pushed inside, Carrie would gasp and Jack would moan. Then Jack's penis would slip out and Bob's in again.

Carrie's gasps turned to whimpers of pleasure with each plunge of the two penises. The large shafts stretched both holes like she had never experienced.

Excitement consumed Jack. He bucked his hips upward and quickly pulled back until just the head was inside. A second later he could feel her rear hole being filled by Bob. He waited an instant and pushed inside again as Bob pulled his penis out. 

Carrie was buffeted like a rag doll between the two men, pushed down by the weight above and then forced upward by the hips below. She could no longer control any movement... like a prisoner of passion. Her body began to tremble as waves of pleasure consumed her. It didn't take long for the incredible and surreal feeling to send her over the top, hurtling her willingly into an amazing climax.

Jack knew the signs. Her grunts and moans spurred him on. His hips began to lift frantically off the bed. 

Suddenly the rhythm was lost and both of the men moved into her at the same time, stretching her normally tight holes almost to the bursting point. 

The powerful contractions inside Carrie's vagina were too much for Jack. He pushed hard one last time. His penis throbbed and the head expanded as his thick juice shot out of the pulsing shaft, ricocheting off the slick walls deep inside her pulsing hole. 

Bob cried out in pleasure and he too pushed as deeply as he could go. The throbbing of the penis in the other hole was too much for him. With a scream of pleasure, he emptied the contents of his balls into Carrie's ass. They all collapsed into a heap on the bed together, and slept.

***

Jack woke to movement next to him, opening his eyes to see Bob gently rocking in and out of Carrie's love canal. Carrie was only partially awake, legs and arms spread wide as if allowing her father to use her as a hole, uninterested in the act itself. Jack continued to watch as Bob thrust faster and faster, coming in short jerks, his breath wheezing in through his drooling mouth. His last convulsion passed, he fell to the side and continued to wheeze.

Carrie moaned, and then asked her father, "Are you through yet? Six times is some sort of record isn't it?"

"Six times?" Jack asks.

"Oh, hi honey. Yeah, Dad took Viagra so he would last longer, so we could have more time to enjoy each other, but it seems to have done too good a job. I'm pooped!"

"Well it looks like he's through now." Jack says pointing to Bob, lying on his back snoring as he slept, his penis finally returning to its normal dimension.

"Thank god! I don't think I could go once more." Carrie admitted, relieved.

"Carrie,"

"Yes Jack."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Jack."

"Yes dear."

"Do you think Dad could move in with us? You know he's awfully lonely here."

Jack smiled, looked at his lovely wife and said, "I think we can arrange something." 



A Daughter's Love



There are so many things in life that you just don't think about, such as gravity, marshmallows, or getting broadsided in you car and a lazy Tuesday. Having sex with my daughter was on of those things I just had never thought about, correction I never thought about it until it happened. 

Let me give you a little background to lay the foundations of what really happened that night. Me and my wife were at that time only married 20 years, she as you may have wondered still to this day does not know of the encounters that my daughter and I had. The later encounters are probably more of the "steamy" kind, the ones that most people want to know about, those may come later. But this time, this moment is where it all began. 

It was a cool winter night; my daughter of 18 at the time came in to the bedroom where my wife and I were asleep. For us this was nothing out of the ordinary, see a lot of children crawl into their parents' beds when they are young, but for us, Alexandrea (Alex I call her) never "grew out" of that phase and because neither my wife nor I really discouraged it, it just continued. I would simple move toward the center of the bed and she would crawl in. The King size bed was more then accommodating. 

Now here is where the story twists; I was lying with her in a spooning position. Alex preferred this because it allowed me to rub her tummy; this would help her to fall asleep. So in that fashion I draped my arm over her. Lifting up the long ratty tee-shirt she had commandeered from me years ago, I started to rub her tummy. As I did so, I began to drift back to sleep, in and out I would go. When I would drift my hand would stop its cycles. When it did Alex would put her hand on mine and continue. When she would move my hand of course I would wake up and continue. This usually continued for several minutes until she was asleep and discontinue helping my hand rub her tummy, when she stopped I would also be asleep. 

But tonight was different, a few minutes into it I felt the distinct feeling of hair between my fingers, not long hair but closely cropped, I really thought nothing of it at the time and drifted once again, upon waking again I felt dampness and slight folds in the skin. My mind finally kicked in, telling something was wrong. I continued touching until I ascertained what it was, and then like a lightning bolt ripping through my brain I realized I was touching Alex's nether regions. 

My mind was quickly awake and I pulled my hand back, correction I tried to pull it back by Alex's hand stopped me. "Don't stop Daddy." the words were almost mute but full of disappointment. What was I to do, continue in the tasteless fondling of my own daughter or tell her she needed to leave for the night, possible forever? In the time my mind was poring over the choice Alex started moving my hand, whispering "Please." The agony I heard in her voice then was something that would stick with me for the rest of my life. That one word conveyed the pain she would fell if I stopped, the pleasure she would fell if I continued, and the fear she felt because of the road she wanted to head down. 

What was I to do? I continued, tentatively at first, exploring not only her but my own mind. The voice in the back was screaming "Don't do this, it's wrong and you need to be the father and stop." Another voice was saying, "It will only be this night and no other, this far and no farther, and after all she started this didn't she?" 

Her hand coaxed me farther and farther into her center. She straitened her top leg and rolled more into me gaining to me the access she wanted me to have, and I obliged. Feeling her folds, I traveled to the moisture. She pressed on my middle finger and in doing so guided in between he lips. It felt like an Inferno in there, and I hadn't even made it to the boiler room yet. I continued with her encouraging touches and soft coos tracing the inside of her labia, from her citreous down to her opening, and back. She held me there and I touched her moist pink pearl. Her body wanted so badly to respond but I knew what she knew, we couldn't wake my wife by moving to heavily. She just trembled there as I touched and probed this new location. 

Of course my body was responding to this exploration as well, my boxer-briefs were soon very constrictive, but there was nothing I could do about this. Alex must have felt my change against her bare cheeks and moved away. She pulled my hand from her center and got out of the bed. I was very confused; I could see her slim body now silhouetted in the darkness and the tee-shirt falling down around her again. She turned back sensing I hadn't moved and motioned for me to follow her. She stepped back and taking my hand she all but pulled me from under the sheets. The air was bracing again my bare legs and chest, but I followed. The squeak in the hall way floor brought me back to reality, it was the point of no return, halfway to my daughter's room. 

My daughters room was at the end of the house, the room came down on both sides of the ceiling where the root gabled. But it was a typical teenager's room of the late '90's. Posters on either side of the ceiling portraying her favorite bands: Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera; there was her dresser, desk, assorted magazines scattered everywhere but none of this mattered to Alex who was propelled to one place, the small twin bed, slightly unmade and keeping it safe was her teddy. The poor bear had been with her since birth and on ear was matted and thread bare from where she use to suck on it. 

Alex let go of my hand and removed her tee-shirt. Dropping it into a crumpled heap, she stood in all her glory. Her hands folding in front of the womanhood, she looked back at me giving me time so I could envelop her with my eyes. In the soft glow of the desk lamp light I could see her body. Her breasts were small like her mothers but developed and her face was slightly embarrassed. Her flesh soon became covered in goose bumps and she made an escape toward the bed pausing shortly to grab my hand again to bring me with her. 

Alex tugged at my boxer-briefs. "Please." she said. There was that word again, simple and so captivating, I couldn't resist. I pulled them down for her, and to my amazement her eyes were all over my member. They grew slightly wider as if in awe. And placing her hand around it she tugged softly coaxing me toward her. I went to my daughter and curled into the miniscule bed next to her, her soft flesh melting into mine. 

She was looking into my eyes now. Her stormy blue orbs captivated my soul. It was then I knew exactly what she needed from me. With a well practiced movement I was on top of her and between her thighs, still looking into her eyes, not wanting to blink and loose this connection. Her eyes then changed, from the endless pools to that of concern almost fear. 

"Daddy... please but don't hurt me." Her voice was cautious but hungry for something she never knew. She took my manhood in her hand and guided it to her center. "Make love to me with all your heart, the kind of love I know you have for me." I entered her slowly feeling every sensation; the tightness grew as I touched her hymen. She knew were I was and she slightly grimaced in pain. I held there for a moment and she grabbed her teddy. Putting the well loved ear in her mouth she nodded. And I knew. 

I pressed down; the next moment tore my soul as I tore through her childhood. Her eyes closed in the pain and she bit down to muffle her scream. I was inside and she was trembling. I could feel her inferno calling for me the walls tightening around the intruder. I waited for what felt like an eternity until she opened her eyes again. The blue pools were full of tears that soon ran down her cheeks; she took the bear out of her mouth only to find out the ear had been severed. Removing it, she spoke again "Pour yourself into me, I love you daddy." Her words were full of pain and pleasure, and love. 

I continued thrusting slowly at first letting the discomfort ebb from her and quicken by her instruction. Soon she was with me matching my every movement, her eyes soon closed again as her hands wrapped around my torso. This time it was not out of pain but out of promise and pleasure. I rocked into her finding more and more, faster her body instructed. And I obliged. Before long it was time, I could feel it in my core. Alex felt the change and opened her eyes, she slid her hands down to my rear and holding me there we locked eyes again. I continued and then it happened. The world went out of focus and every muscle in my body went rigid. It built and built, I thought my head would explode and my muscles would tear themselfs off the bones. At the last moment two things happened, she kissed me; the electricity that passed from her was like the key to my soul. It released me, deep into her, the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my life. Time and time again it repeated. My limbs forgot how to hold together and I collapsed onto her. As if I broke, she held me. Crying into my ear all the love she had for me, as I convulsed into her. It was her gift to me... her only first love. Her father.



A Daughter's Love



Part 1 

Samuel Johnson was, in many ways, a lucky man. He was brought up in a very loving home. He had two parents who truly cared for him. He had two younger sisters who were fun to be around. They lived in a nice middle class neighborhood.

Sam did well in school. He graduated with high honors from college. He started a business, and it was doing well. It had 75 employees and was bringing in good money.

But the luckiest thing to happen to Sam was meeting Shelly. Both were juniors in high school when they came together. Shelly was beautiful and fun loving. She had black hair and green eyes. She worked out and was always in shape. They dated until the end of their freshman year at college. Then they married. 

Sam had been a virgin until his wedding night. Once he and Shelly first made love it was a very active sexual union. He enjoyed giving her long, deep, tongue entangling kisses. His hands would roam all over her body as their tongues danced together. She in turn would caress his body. On thing about Sam was that he much better enjoyed watching Shel undress then undressing her. However, he also more enjoyed her undressing him then stripping for her.

A normal sexual encounter would go like this. After the kissing and touching had been going for several minutes, Sam would usually sit. Shelly would then begin to disrobe. She would slowly unbutton her top as she began to talk to him. Now, Shelly was not a person who would normally swear. Once in a great while she might say damn or shit when she became extremely excited or startled. However, when it came to sex, she was always very verbal and graphic. While unbuttoning her top she would begin to tell Sam what was in store for both of them

She would tell him how badly she wanted to fuck him. Caressing her boobs through her bra she would tell him she wanted him to kiss her tits and suck on them. Then she would undo the front clasps and slowly remove the bra. Her breasts were a good size. Not watermelons but certainly not small. She would pinch her nipples and tell him how stiff they were. Her nipples were bigger than most and stuck out proudly when excited. She said she wanted him to stick his dick between her breasts and fuck them.

Next, she would begin to remove her skirt or pants. It was always done slowly, with a wide smile on her face. Once removed, she would stand there in only her panties. She would slowly rub her pussy through the material. She would tell him how wet she was becoming. She would say that she could not wait for him to love her with his tongue, cause her to flow more, and drink up her cum. 

She would then turn around and remove her panties. Her hands would caress her backside. She would tell him she wanted many kisses on her cheeks. Then she would spread her cheeks and say how she wanted to feel his tongue in her asshole. She would then bend over. She knew this position excited him. She would always ask which hole he would prefer to enjoy, my pussy this time or my ass. She would then face him and add, or just my mouth. He would then see her uncovered cunt. It was always trimmed but not bare. Her lips protruded just a little.

She would then walk over to him as he stood up. Most times she would ask him if he was ready for the fuck of his life. She would press her body to his and they would then share a long, very energetic, kiss. She always felt great in his arms. After the kiss, she would begin to remove his shirt. Once off, she would slowly rub his chest and nibble on his nipples. 

She would undo the belt, unzip the fly of his pants, unsnap them and let them fall. She would then feel his now harden cock through his underpants. They would then kiss again. She would drop to her knees and pull down the underpants. He would step out of his pants. Then she would engulf his cock with her mouth and start sucking. He would gently hold her head as it bobbed up and down. Her warm mouth was heavenly. She would stop sucking and lick the shaft. Then she would suck on his balls. Then she would suck some more. Her beautiful eyes would look up at him. Her hand would reach around and tickle his asshole.

After the blowjob, she would stand up, grab hold of his dick, and ask if he was just going to stand there with that shit eating grin or was he going to fuck her. Then Sam would take over. He usually chose where the fucking was going to take place: they screwed all over the house, and what type of fucking it was to be. Sometimes he would just have her suck him off and he would eat her out. Sometimes he would screw her cunt. Sometimes he would screw her ass. Every once in a while he would fuck her titties. Sometimes the routine would change, but this was by far the one most often followed 

As I said, Sam was a lucky man. Another fortunate thing to happen in Sam's life was the birth of his only child, Amanda. No one could have asked for a better child.

Part 2

Thirteen years after Amanda was born, Sam's luck ran out. Shelly came down with lung cancer. She lived for six months and then died. He was devastated. The only thing keeping him from taking his own life was his responsibility of taking care of Amanda. Life for them for the next five years was routine but fun and fulfilling. It brought Sam and Mandy close together. Each weekday he would go to work and come home around 5pm. Once home he left work behind. He would eat dinner with Mandy. Then they worked on her homework, watched TV, went to a movie, or played games. The only thing that interfered with this was any practice or game/match she might have. He would go to all her games. Weekends were for each of them to do their own things. As Mandy became older, this was the days for her to go on dates. Dating was one thing Sam had not done since Shelly's death.

Amanda was a wonderful child. Outgoing, friendly and caring: very caring. She did well in school. Not all A's but nothing below a B. She played tennis and softball. She had several good friends. She did not smoke, drink, or use drugs. She loved her dad.

Amanda is now 18. Amanda has her mother's green eyes but her father's blond hair. She has a small nose and full lips. Her breasts, like her mother's, are of a good size without being too big. Her nipples are long like her mom's. Her stomach is firm and she has a belly ring. Her legs are shapely. Like her mom, Amanda keeps her pussy trimmed.

Amanda is not a virgin. Shelly had taught her that sex was a beautiful experience. She told her about vaginal and anal fucking. She taught her about safe sex. One of the last things Shelly did for Mandy was to start her on the pill. 

Amanda lost her virginity when she was sixteen. For the last two years she was fairly sexually active. First, it was with Bobby. Next, it was with Tom. She enjoys fucking and has become very good at it. Sam knows his daughter is having sex. She has not kept it from him. He does not object as long as she is being careful. She does not go into any details with Sam.

Amanda knows that her father has not been on a date since her mother died. She knows that he has not fucked a woman in over five years. About three years ago she came across some porn on her father's computer. She did not tell him she found it. It is obvious that her dad must be masturbating when the need becomes too great. To Amanda, it seems like a great shame that her dad has not had the comfort of a woman for so long. She is determined for her dad to fuck again. She has come up with a plan.

Part 3

Amanda and Sam are going on a trip. They will be taking two weeks to visit six colleges she is interested in attending. They will be spending twelve nights together in hotel rooms. Amanda plans to be the woman Sam will make love to. She has always thought that her father was sexy. She knows that her father also thinks she is sexy, although he would never tell her. It will be a difficult task to accomplish. Sam has only screwed one woman in his life. Now, she is asking him to make love to his only daughter. It will be tough, but she is sure she can make it happen.

Day one of the trip was enjoyable. Both drove and they took their time. When he drove, they would listen to his music. When she drove, they would listen to hers. She made sure the songs she played were suggestive in nature. She would even comment on the songs. She could tell that they were having a slight effect on him. Every once in a while he would even make a comment.

They did not visit a college that day. After dinner they went back to the hotel. Sam took his shower, put on some pj's, and got in his bed. Amanda then took her shower. When she was done, she came back in the room wearing a very flimsy nightgown and no robe. Not much was hidden. Sam asked her where she got that at. She said at Victoria's Secret. As often as she could, she would get up from her bed and walk across the room. One of the last things Sam said was that she had certainly become a good looking woman. Tom must be crazy about her. She thanked him and smiled. He had never said anything like that before. Day one was a success.

The first half of the next day they visited the first college. Then they saw some sights. Amanda repeated what she did the night before. Sam gave her a start when he made the comment that perhaps from now on he should get two rooms. He immediately dismissed it with the statement that it would be silly to do it. Again, Amanda smiled.

The next day was again a driving day. Amanda got things rolling by turning off the radio and CD player. She said she needed to talk to him about something personal. He told her to go ahead, baby. She could tell him anything. Amanda started telling him that she and Tom were having sexual issues. It was not true, she lied. She first told him that when she is giving Tom a blowjob, and Tom cums in her mouth, that he wants her to swallow it. He says that he swallows her cum when he eats her out, so she should do the same for him. Sam thought for a few seconds and then responded. He told her that a girl swallowing a guy's sperm should depend on the girl. However, for a lot of guys, it is a great turn-on. It would be a plus if the girl does it. She then asked what her mom did. Sam honestly said that she did swallow. 

She next said that Tom wanted her to lick his ass during foreplay. She was very uncertain about doing it. Sam replied that it would indeed be a thrill for Tom if she did it. If she was concern about it being dirty, that there were shields she could buy so that her tongue would not come in direct contact with his anus. If she still did not want to do it, then she should not do it. She asked him if her mother ever licked him. Sam said that, yes, she did.

Mandy next said that Tom wanted her to do anal sex. She did not know how she felt about it. Sam said to her that it would have to be her decision. If she decided to do it, Tom had to do it right. Make sure he uses a lot of lubrication. Ensure that he first uses his finger to open her up. Tell him he has to take it slow. She asked if her mother ever did it. Sam said that she did.

Mandy thanked him for helping her with her problems. Sam said it was ok. Mandy then said that it sounded like her mom was a nasty girl in bed. Sam said that she was not nasty. She was just determined to enjoy sex and to make sure he enjoyed it too. If two people are in agreement on what they want in bed, then it is not nasty but beautiful.

That night, Mandy again wore the nightgown

Part 4

The next day they again visited another college. While driving and sightseeing in the afternoon, Mandy started to ask Sam questions. She asked him right out if he had fucked a woman since her mother died. Perhaps, there was someone at work. Perhaps, there was someone out of work she did not know about. Sam told her no. Mandy asked him what he did to relieve himself. Sam admitted that he would jerk off to porn on the computer. When she asked him why he did not date, he could not come up with a good answer. She told him that what he needed is a woman to fuck him silly. He answered that if she could find one, send her to him and he will think about. Little did he know that she was going to be that woman and that tonight was the night.

After dinner, they again returned to their hotel room. As usual, Sam took his shower first. This time, however, Sam's mind was racing. It had been almost two weeks since he last jerked-off. Since the conversation with Mandy about her sexual problems, He found himself thinking about Mandy and Tom fucking. He could see Mandy taking off her clothes. He could envision her blowing Tom. He thought about Mandy with her legs spread as Tom licked her pussy. He could almost see Mandy's beautiful face covered with cum. He wanted to jerk his cock to the images in his mind. The only thing keeping him from doing so was that the woman in his thoughts was his own daughter. He stood in the shower with a raging hard-on and not being able to do anything about it. 

At that moment there was a knock on the bathroom door. Mandy slowly opened it. She yelled that she had to pee and could not wait. She said she was coming in. Sam froze for a second but then said it was ok. He heard the door open all the way and saw her distorted image through the shower curtain. He made sure to face the shower wall just in case she could see clearly enough to see his hard-on. Then he heard her begin to pee. It brought back memories of Shelly. Often she would be peeing on the toilet while he was in there. He would watch as the pee flowed from her sweet snatch. He would never touch the piss, but would often tell Shell what a turn-on it was to see her peeing. She would smile and tell him what a nasty boy he was. Now, here he was in the shower. His beautiful daughter, whom he had just been imagining fucking, was pissing about four feet away. He could hear it. He could envision it in his mind. His dick was so hard.

The spell was broken when she began to giggle. She said that peeing with Tom in the bathroom was one thing they had never done before. She would have to try it one day. She wiped and left the bathroom saying thanks as she left. It took a lot of effort for Sam to cause his cock to soften. He then dried off and put on his pjs. He went back into the room and told her it was her turn.

She showered quickly. She did not want the spell of her peeing to have a lot of time to wear off. She was able to barely see her father through the shower curtain. His back was turned to her, but she just knew he had a hard-on. After showering, she put on what she knew was her mother's favorite perfume. She put on some lipstick. She put on the nightgown, but this time did not put on any panties. She looked at herself in the mirror. She new she looked damn good. Her father was going to have a treat.

When Amanda emerged from the bathroom, she found her dad lying on the bed. He was under the covers and reading a book. She walked over and sat on the side of the bed. She said that she wanted to talk. Sam put down the book and said sure baby, what's on your mind. Are you concerned about choosing the right college? She said that she was not concerned at all about herself. It was him that she was worried about.

Sam was surprised by her comment. He asked her what she could be concerned about. As far as he knew, things were just fine. She told him that in a short time she was going to be leaving and he was going to be alone. At that moment Sam first smelled the perfume she was wearing. He knew that scent well. It was Shel's smell. It startled him, but he liked it. Mandy realized that he had noticed the smell. She smiled sweetly. She asked him if he liked the way she smelled. Sam answered that, yes, he did like the aroma. That was her mother's favorite perfume. Amanda said she knew that. She said that she put it on just for him.

She went on to say that with her going away, he was going to be alone. Sam smiled. Her little girl was worried about him. He started to tell her that he would be alright. He would spend more time at his work. Perhaps, he would find a hobby. Amanda looked at him sternly. She told him that he needed a woman to take care of him. It was time for him to leave her mom behind. Find another to fulfill his needs. He needed to make love again.

Finally, she bluntly said to him what she had wanted to say for awhile. She looked him in the eye. She told him that he needed to find a woman and enjoy a good, long fuck. She started to fondle her breasts. She said he needed to touch a woman's breasts again. He needed to kiss them. He needed to suck on the nipples. She lifted the hem of the nightie, revealing that she had no panties on. She began to rub her pussy. She told him that he needed to touch a woman's cunt again. He needed to lick her and drink her nectar. He needed to inhale the aroma of her pussy. She leaned on him with her head on his chest.

She told him that before she died, her mother told her that she was worried. Her mother knew that he would not want to see another woman. Her mother said that it was wrong if he decide to never again make love. Somehow, he must be shown that he must continue to have sex. Amanda lifted her head and looked at him. Daddy, she said, I love you very much. I also loved my mother very much. She wanted you to fuck other woman after she was gone. I know that you need to fuck again. Tonight, I am going to fuck you.

Amanda then stood up. She quickly took off the nightgown, and stood naked before him. She sat back down on the edge of the bed, and leaned over him. Quickly her mouth was on his. Her hand reached out to fondle his prick. Her lips were hard on his. Her tongue was trying to force its way into his mouth. At first, Sam froze. Then he tried to gently force her off. She would not give up. Her tongue kept trying to enter his mouth. Her hand kept feeling his cock.

Sam knew that he should keep resisting. If this was someone other than his own daughter, he might give in. After all, here is a beautiful, naked woman trying very hard to give him a French kiss. Her hand was expertly shagging his very hard cock. She was eighteen, no longer a minor. But, my God, this was his sweet Mandy. This had to be wrong. That is what his mind was telling him. However, his body was saying something else. The events of the last few days had made him so horny. He had been thinking about Mandy fucking. Not with him, but fucking. Her perfume was so alluring. Her body was so enticing. What was he going to do? After about a minute, he slowly opened his mouth and let her tongue in. She feverishly explored his mouth with her tongue. Soon, he responded by exploring her mouth with his tongue. They kissed for several minutes. Amanda moaned into his mouth and continued to fondle him. Sam resigned himself to the fact that he needed to fuck her.

Amanda then stood up. She started to move her hands over her body. She told him how she wanted him to suck on her breasts and make her nipples hard. She touched her snatch and told him she wanted him to suck on her pussy and taste her cum. She turned her back to him and said she wanted to feel his tongue on her asshole. She bent over and spread her ass cheeks. 

Damn, there it was. Just like Shelly. Her sweet ass was only a few inches away. Sam reached out to caress her butt. Amanda smiled and turned back to him. She said she wanted him naked. Sam stood up before her. He smiled and softly told her to take off his clothes. This was the do or die moment. He decided to go for it. They kissed some more and she pressed her body into his. Oh, she felt so good pressed against him. Then she unbuttoned his pajama top and took it off. She rubbed his chest and sucked on his nipples. His nipples have always been sensitive. He stiffened a little when she sucked on them so she lightly bit them. Sam responded to that by telling her yes, baby, bite them, pinch them. She then knelt before him and pulled down his pajama bottom and underpants. His dick sprang free, fully hard and ready for action. His prick was average in length but thicker than most. There was some precum at the slit. Mandy grabbed it and slowly took it in her mouth. Sam finally said what she wanted to hear. He quietly said that what they were doing was wrong, but that he was not able to stop. He had no choice; he had to make love to her.




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She gently began to give him a blowjob. She slowly slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Often, she would stop and slide her tongue along its shaft. Her hand fondled his balls as she sucked him. Her other hand reached around and tickled his anus. This was just how her mother did it.

Sam looked down on Mandy as she sucked his dick. She was so damn beautiful. She was an expert on blowing a guy. Her lips felt so exiting. After several minutes of her blowing him, Sam touched her head and asked her to stand. When she was standing, he reached out to fondle her breasts. Then he began to kiss them and suck on the nipples. First, one boob then the other. Mandy kept saying yes daddy, suck on my tits. This went on for several minutes. His hands wound fondle her. His mouth would suck on her nipples and every so often kiss her mouth. The nipples became stiff and stood out. They were just like her mom's. Mandy suggested that perhaps later he would want to fuck them.

Sam finally stopped and asked her to turn around. When she did, he then asked her to bend over for him. Sam knelt and began to play with her ass. He felt the cheeks with his hands. They were so smooth. Mandy told him yes, daddy, play with my ass. Next, Sam reached between her legs and began playing with her pussy. It was sooo wet. He rubbed it awhile then stuck a finger in. Then he would rub it some more. While doing this, he also began to lick her asshole. Longing sweeping licks with his tongue were followed by stiff jabs with the tip. Mandy cried out for him to eat her asshole. This went on for awhile. Sam making love to her ass while rubbing her wet pussy.

Sam then asked Mandy to lie down on the bed. He stood there and told her to spread her legs and play with her pussy. Mandy did as she was asked. God, how beautiful and nasty she looked. Here was his sweet daughter masturbating in front of him. She told him how badly she wanted him to fuck her. It was so damn exciting.

Sam then knelt on the bed between her legs. He began kissing and licking his way up to her cunt. He could smell the heavenly aroma escaping from her honey pot. It was intoxicating. Finally, he made it to her snatch. He began to lightly lick the outside lips. She was so wet. He tasted her sweet nectar. Mandy laid there and moaned as her father licked her. Sam began to increase the licking. He stuck his tongue deeper into her, lapping out any juices. Then he zeroed in on her clit. He tongue then stayed right on it and increased in speed. Sam stuck a finger in her pussy as he ate her. Amanda's moans increased. Sam spent a long while dining on her cunt. He was content to give her as much joy as possible. It paid off. Mandy's body stiffened as spasms of pleasure coursed through her. She cried out Daddy I'm Cumming. Oh, God, daddy I'm cumming. Oh, God. Her body remained stiff for thirty seconds before she came down from her orgasm. Sam looked up from her legs and smiled. He told her that he was always able to make her mother cum from eating her. He was glad that she was going to get something out of this experience. Sam moved up her body. He kissed her on the mouth so she could taste herself. He looked into her beautiful eyes and gently told her that it was time for him to fuck the shit out of her.

Sam maneuvered his cock to the entrance of Mandy's pussy. He slowly pushed it in to her. It felt warm and moist. It had been so long since Sam last felt his prick in a woman's cunt. When he pushed it all the way in, he paused. He savored the feeling. He looked into Mandy's eyes as he started to slowly fuck her. In and out, back and forth. It was incredible. Sam told Mandy how good it felt. She smiled at him and simple told him to enjoy himself. They remained in that position for several minutes. Sam got into a regular rhythm. He listened to the bed squeaking and felt the warmth around his cock. 

Sam then stopped and got on his back. He had Mandy sit on his cock facing him. She worked her pussy up and down on his prick. He grabbed her tits as they swung in front of him. When Mandy increased the tempo, Sam felt his cum getting ready to shoot. Sam told her that he was ready. Mandy asked if he wanted to cum inside her or on her. Sam said firmly that he wanted to shoot inside her. Mandy increased her pace. Sam's cock became even harder as the cum started to rise. Finally, his cock erupted inside her pussy. Sam cried out oh, God, Baby! Oh, shit! Fuck! Yesss! Sam's cock shot six to seven spurts of cum inside Mandy.

Mandy slowed and then stopped her gyrations. She sat there for several minutes, breathing heavily. She felt his prick soften and felt his cum as it leaked out. They said nothing for several minutes.

Mandy got off him and lay by his side with her head on his chest. Sam absently played with her breast as she lay there. Finally, he spoke. He told her thank you, baby. That was fantastic. He had forgotten how wonderful it was to fuck a woman. Now he was determined to continue knowing how it felt. There were two woman at his work around his age. Neither was married. They both had made it known that they would gladly have a sexual relationship with him if he ever wanted it. Damn, how he wanted it. Amanda smiled. She could now go to college knowing her dad was going to be just fine.



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You can remember her only that she is gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.  You can cry and close your mind,  be empty and turn your back.  Or you can do what she'd want:  Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

David Harkins

*

Alan woke to the soft tapping of raindrops on the bedroom window. It was still dark and his mind was groggy with sleep. He lay on the right of the double bed, his side, against the wall - habit not necessity. Not anymore. He reached out to the empty side of the bed, only cold sheets and a fluffed pillow, where she had lain. His hand recoiled, hard fact callously rejecting memories of love and warmth. Debra was gone now. Gone forever. He would only see her in photographs, camcorder memories, and in restless dreams that left his pillow wet with tears, and his heart empty. 

It was a month since the cancer had taken her. It had had taken her young -- only forty-eight -- in turn his friend, lover, fiancé, wife, mother of his -- their -- child. Some part of him was comforted in the knowledge that the time they'd had together in their lives was precious, and he had been lucky to have her. But another part, the bitter voice in his head, screamed at the unfairness of it - that such a beautiful loving woman be taken so young, while others -- criminals, druggies, rapists, paedophiles - the dregs of society - seemed to live to ripe old ages. Only the good die young -- wasn't that how it went?

He turned to face the wall, tried to turn away from painful memories, the gutting sense of loss. He wanted to sleep again for that was the only refuge from the pain, if only a temporary one. Waking to an empty house was hell. It no longer felt like home, rather a prison where he tormented himself with ghosts of memories played out over and over in his grieving mind.

Only this weekend, it was not empty. Beth, his -- no, 'their' daughter had come to stay. She'd left her husband with her kids, Jack and Amy, back at Milton Keynes, and come up to London to stay at her old family home. She was worried about him, and although he had tried to fob her off, tell her he was fine, the waver in his voice betrayed him, and she had insisted. She was staying in her old room, where she had grown up, only now it was the guest room as Debra had designated it.

He had to admit, he was glad really, Beth's imminent visit had galvanised him to tidy up the house, focus on cleaning for a whole day -- a semblance of normality.

Beth had been a rock though out the whole period, spending much of her time with her mum as the cancer increased and Debra weakened. When the time came Beth had arranged the funeral service -- throwing herself into busy role of organiser -- perhaps that was her coping mechanism. Alan felt it should have been him taking the lead, but the loss of Debra was more devastating and complete than he could have imagined. Even though he knew it was coming, when she went, emaciated and defeated by the disease it was as though Alan had died too.

Alan closed his eyes. Let his mind drift back into the fog of sleep. The rain beat a gentle tattoo on the window pain that was somehow comforting, a reminder that life went on. The world outside still turned.

Then, an awareness of movement by the bed. Alan kept his eyes shut, suspecting it was a dream, then he felt a depression on the other side of the mattress, heard the duvet pulled back the sound of someone getting in.

'Debra?' he mumbled, his senses confused . 'It's just me, dad,' Beth's voice sounded, gentle, calming.

Alan said nothing.

'I couldn't get back to sleep - the rain . . .'

'I know,' he mumbled.

'You okay?' she asked, lying next to him.

Silence.

'I mean, with me here?' 

'Of course,' he said, feeling the pull of sleep lessen.

'I mean in bed,' she said, awkwardness in her voice.

'I know. It's okay, Beth.'

She cuddled up to him, her breath warm on the back of his neck, the warmth of her body seeping through their night clothes, heating his back. It was almost as if it were Debra. He sighed.

Beth put an arm around his chest, and squeezed a hug. 'It's been a while since I got into this bed,' Beth remarked lightly.

'You were never out of it when you were little.' Alan replied, feeling warm with the sudden memory. 

'Me, you, mum and teddy,' she said, dreamily.

'And you always in the middle,' Alan said, remembering how she would break up Alan and Debra's embrace, and thrust herself in the warm gap she created.

'All kids go in the middle. Jack and Amy always do.'

'How are they taking it?'

'Kids are pretty tough at five and three, they ask after Nana a lot, but I tell them she's up in heaven keeping watch over us all, they seem pretty content with that.'

Alan smiled at the notion, and wished he believed in heaven, in an afterlife. Such comfort belief must bring. He was aware suddenly that he had an erection. It was nothing to do with Beth, just one of those involuntary muscular reactions men got in the mornings. Morning glory, Debra had playfully called it. Awkward, but it would go down on its own soon enough.

'How are you coping, dad?' Beth asked, her fingers idly playing with his chest hair through a gap in his buttoned pyjama top.

Alan sighed, 'I'm . . . I'm trying, but it is hard - so bloody hard. I can't stop thinking about your mum, and in that state I can't do anything, and I know in order to be able to function -- to go on, I need to start thinking about other things -- going back to work, seeing friends, but I feel like I'm betraying her memory if I start to let that go.'

'Oh dad, you're not. She wouldn't want you to suffer like this,' Beth said, and he knew that she was right.

'I know, it's just I don't know how to cope now she's gone.'

Beth was quiet for while, her fingers idly stoking his chest. She'd popped a button for greater access. His erection had still not gone down, and he wondered if he should ask her to stop, or perhaps guide her hand away. But he did neither, for needed her touch more.

'You know,' Beth said. 'Mum's not gone. Not really gone.'

'What do you mean?' he asked, puzzled.

'Remember when I was about eight or nine, and I asked you about God and heaven and stuff, and you told me you didn't believe in all that?'

'Ye-es,' Alan said, unsure where she was going with this.

'Well, remember I asked you about what happens when we die, and you said in a way we live on, but not as some ghost-like spirit in heaven, but we live on in people's memories and through our children?'

He turned onto his back, his face to her. He could just make out her features in the grey dawn light that brightened the curtains and infiltrated the room. 

She kept her hand resting on his chest. 

'I remember. So?'

'Well, in a way doesn't mum live on through me, and in Jack and Amy?'

'I suppose,' he said, touched by her efforts to penetrate the darkness in his mind. He looked at his daughter who so resembled her mother around about the time they'd started dating. His hand touched Beth's soft blonde hair, and he inhaled her scent. God, she even smelt like her mother. If he closed his eyes it could be her. Alive again, and by him in bed where she belonged. He tried to push the tempting illusion from his mind.

'I think . . .' Beth began, then tutted in sudden irritation. 'Sorry, dad, insect bite on my ankle, bloody thing gets itchy.' She moved her hand to scratch the offending itch, but in so doing, happened to brush against her father's erection.

'Dad! Have you got a boner?' she laughed, seemingly shocked.

'Sorry,' he said, embarrassed, trying to shift away but not really being able to because of the wall. 'It's not you, it's just a . . .'

'I know,' Beth laughed. 'Morning glory.' She giggled again, embarrassed for her father.

It was Alan's turn to be shocked. 'How did you hear of that term?'

She scratched her itch, then returned her hand to his chest. 'Didn't you think mum and me ever talked?' she teased.

'Yes, but not about . . . not about . . .'

'Dad,' she chided, as if telling him off for treating her like a kid. 'Mothers and daughters do talk you know, or how would I know what to expect on my wedding night -- or in the morning after for that matter?'

Alan gave in to his daughters teasing, acknowledging a father's naivety with laughter. That teasing sense of humour - she was so like her mother. They both laughed, and the sound was a soothing balm on his emotional wound.

'That's the first time you've laughed since . . .' Beth left the words hanging, unsure how long it had been. 'Well, too long anyway.'

'I'm so lucky to have you,' he said, suddenly overcome with the sensation of intense love for his daughter. He hugged her, and she kissed his shoulder, her hand popping another button, this time near to his stomach.

He sensed a line was being approached. On the other side of that line was taboo - what should never be.

Beth's hand on under his pyjama top stroked his chest.

For a long moment neither father nor daughter spoke, and in that moment something passed between them. Alan looking into his daughter's eyes realised she too knew they were close to line that should not be crossed between a father and daughter. Still her hand moved - soft on his chest, comforting, but now also stimulating. In the gloom of the bedroom, he sensed in her eyes she was waiting for a response - that her touch was a proposition. That more could happen.

He took a deep breath. 'Beth . . .' he began.

'Dad,' she cut him short, anticipating his disapproval. 'It's okay, dad. Really it's okay,' she said, her voice barely a whisper, but Alan detected a tremor of nervousness in her words. 

Outside the patter of morning rain on the window continued. Beth undid the remaining buttons, and pushed back the pyjama flaps exposing his chest to her touch.

'Beth . . .' he said, his tone firm now.

She moved her head closer to his, her eyes wide and large this close to him. She had her mother's eyes. 'Mum said, I was to look after you, dad. She said I wasn't to let you grow into a lonely old widower, rattling about the house on your own.'

'Yes, but she didn't mean . . .'

'Sometimes it takes more than words.'

Alan opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him with a wet kiss on the cheek. 'I love you, dad.'

Alan took her chin between thumb and forefinger, looking into her eyes. 'I love you, sweetheart.'

There was a long moment's hesitation, a moment filled with fear, trepidation and unmistakably, excitement. Then Beth leaned forward kissing her father tenderly on the lips. His mouth opened slightly and the kiss became more intense, their tongues meeting, probing tenderly, nervously, like teenagers kissing for the first time; confidence and lust growing hand in hand.

Beth broke the kiss. But gradually - kissing his nose, his cheek, his ear, his chin, then resting her head on his bare chest. 

The line was crossed.

Her hair was silken and he ran his fingers through it as he had done so often with her mother.

Beth's hand still stroked his chest, but with bolder movements now, fingers trailing through his chest hair, going down towards his naval, towards the erection that had not gone down, and that was now needful of touch. 

The kiss had been the seal of approval. Beth's fingers reached the end of bare skin, and met the elastic top of Alan's pyjama bottoms. Her fingers hesitated then caressed the hard outline of his erection, running the length of his shaft, to his scrotum, then up again, the cotton material of his pyjama bottoms felt soft on her fingertips. Beth kissed her father's chest lightly as her fingers teased his penis that strained against nightwear. 

She could hear his breathing as it deepened. She hooked a thumb under the elastic of his pyjama bottoms, then lifted it and eased it down a little, only an inch or so exposing the head of his penis. She ran her thumb over the gland smearing pre-come over the swollen head making it slippery and easy to rub. Her father gave a gasp of pleasure at her touch. 

Beth was wet now, her need growing stronger as she pleasured her father, the feeling of breaking down this vast taboo evoking an exciting sense of freedom in her. She pulled the pyjamas down exposing his whole swollen member. She wanted him naked now, to feel every inch of him, her wonderful father who had given her life, who had loved and raised her to grow into a strong successful woman. 

She pushed the pyjamas down as far as she could from her position, and if her father raised his knees he could easily kick them off, but he remained still, as though still reluctant to encourage his daughter in this dangerous game. Beth loved him even more for this act of non compliance for she knew he was frightened of hurting her, and more than that was confused between his duty as a father and his desire as a lover.

Beth shuffled down the bed and gently removed the pyjama bottoms. The duvet was dragged back along with her, so she could now see her father almost naked before her. She knelt at feet, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on her, and of the fear mixed with excitement in those eyes. Beth pulled her nightie in one smooth motion over her head, so that she sat naked before him in the gloom of the bedroom. 

She heard his deep intake of breath, could feel his eyes on her and she allowed him time to view her nakedness. Silence stretched the moment, then Beth lowered her head tenderly kissing both his feet, before easing his legs apart allowing her a passage to his crotch.

Alan watched as his daughter prostrated herself between his legs, his erection was full and taut, his daughter's act of kissing his feet fuelling his lust for her. The act was one of submissiveness, but Alan knew it was his daughter who was in control. Beth's head was now level with his hard on, and Alan gasped in pleasure as she dipped her head and he felt her small wet tongue lick the underside of his scrotum. She began to lick around the area covering his balls in her saliva, causing him to grip the sheets tightly, arch his back in the ecstasy of her touch. He could not help whimper in pleasure as she dipped her probing tongue lower circling and wetting his anus, as with her hand she trailed long fingers lightly over his hard shaft. She stopped and looked up at him. 'You okay, dad?'

'Yes,' he managed, his voice thick, guttural.

He made out her smile in the half light of the room.

Beth bent her head and began to pay attention to her father's hard straining member. She held his shaft lightly between her fingers and slid her tongue up it, kissing the sticky head of his penis, tasting her father's come on her lips, tongue and mouth the smell and taste elevating her arousal.

Alan reached down stroking his daughter's hair. She was so like her mother, even the way she licked and touched him, that same pressure and measured movements. He cried out as she suddenly enveloped the head of his cock in the warm cavern of her mouth, sliding her tongue around, sending waves of ecstasy over her father's mind. She began to bob her head, and Alan held her head relishing the soft silken sensation of her lustrous hair on his fingers. It could almost be Debra he was watching and for a moment he closed his eyes imagining it his wife. 

'Debra,' he breathed.

Beth heard him, understood what thoughts he must be thinking and continued pleasuring her father. If he wanted to think it was his wife not his daughter, that was fine by Beth. She understood, she felt his pain, she loved him.

She took him deeper into her throat, almost to the point of gagging, and moved her head at a moderate speed, not wanting it to be over too soon. With one free hand she massaged his balls, and with the other stroked his chest, loving the touch of his thick chest hair on her narrow fingers. Beth felt her father's hands on her head tighten their grip, and she knew he was close.

'Debra!' he cried.

Beth took him deep as he spasmed, his hot come shooting down the back of her throat, his thick seed coating her mouth and throat - the seed that had given her life. 

Beth swallowed his effluence as each spurt came, and when he had finished coming, licked gently around the head of his softening penis. Then she laid her head on his stomach.

Neither spoke. Alan's fingers stoked her hair, and Beth felt nervous, that now the tide of lust was ebbing away, he might grow angry with her, feel disgust and disapproval at her incestuous seduction. She tried to think of something to say, but in the event her father spoke first.

'Beth, I called out your mother's name, I didn't mean . . . I . . .'

'It's okay, dad.' Beth soothed, 'it's really okay.' She raised her head and kissed his stomach.

He sighed deeply, and Beth wondered at the meaning behind it, satisfaction? regret? guilt? shame? Would he be angry with her? She felt a glimmer of apprehension.

'Beth,' he said after a while.

'Yes, dad,' Beth said, she swallowed nervously.

'Come up. Lie by my side.'

Beth shifted up, settling herself against him, her head on his shoulder, he tenderly kissed her forehead, and the kiss told Beth that everything was okay. 

They lay in silence, their thoughts exploring the change in their relationship. A door had been opened and they had entered willingly, connected by memory and the shared sense of loss for much loved mother and wife. The act of physical love somehow transcended the emotional, for they both knew things would never be the same again. 

Beth moved her legs rubbing her thighs in sexual frustration and pressing closer to him. She kissed her father's chest and slowly eased her hand downwards. She felt him take her hand in his and for a moment she feared rejection, but instead he guided her hand lower. He was hard again, and her fingers small in his larger hand were placed on to his revived member. She stroked the soft underside of his swollen penis savouring the sensation, the warm feeling it gave her to pleasure her father physically as well as emotionally. Her own hunger was almost unbearable now and she shifted position so she was on top of him, her breasts rubbing against his broad chest, her dripping velvet wet lips below, inches from the straining head of his penis.

She looked deep into her father's eyes, seeing only love and desire.

Alan gazed into his daughter's hungry eyes. It was true. Debra lived on through their daughter, for Beth had her mother's eyes. The thought made him smile. 

Beth lowered herself onto him, with exquisite slowness, so the wet lips of her labia ate his bulbous head and began to consume his whole shaft. He shivered in pleasure and as his daughter took him fully inside her, she eased herself up so she was straddling him, and his entire length was buried in her tight soaking passage.

Beth breathed deeply and shuddered as her father filled her. She gazed down at him, her eyes glazed with desire, as she began to ride him, her movements measured and rhythmic. 

Alan reached up, taking her soft large breasts in his big hands, kneading and massaging the soft supple flesh, eliciting sighs of pleasure from his daughter. Beth's head was tilted back as she ground into him, and he pushed his hips up to penetrate deeper inside her. Debra had always liked her nipples pinched, and he tried this with Beth now, gently crushing her erect buds as he squeezed her breasts. Beth whimpered in delight at the sensation in her nipples and she began to move her hips faster, feeling the edges of orgasm approach. Her body was sheeted in sweat as she increased her rhythm, grunting with each of her father's thrusts.

She reached behind with one hand, her fingers massaging his balls as he pushed deep inside her, the sensation making her squirm in delirium, her breaths coming in short rapid succession, her tongue licking dry lips that still tasted of her father's come. She moved her hips in small circular motions feeling her father's manhood press fully inside her. She was close now. So close.




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Alan could feel his own orgasm building and his hands slid down to his daughter's firm strong hips, he gripped tightly trying to push her further onto him, his eyes drinking in the sight of her firm big breasts as they jiggled with each thrust.

Beth was panting, grunting with the approach of her orgasm, she looked down, their eyes locked - father and daughter -- lovers.

'Dad!' Beth cried out, as the crest of the wave inside her finally broke.

Alan too reached his peak, and he grunted as he spilled his seed inside his daughter, their juices mingling, filling Beth, making it even tighter inside her. Beth shuddered and collapsed onto her father's chest, her hair, damp with sweat, flailing his shoulder. He remained inside her, feeling his erection soften, his balls tickled by the fluid leaking from Beth.

He kissed the top of her head.

As they lay in silence, satisfied and exhausted, Alan stoked Beth's back. He closed his eyes and wondered just who he had been making love to -- his wife or his daughter? He sighed and smiled as the answer unbidden surfaced in his mind and it was of course blissfully obvious. 

He had been making love to both.

Outside, it had stopped raining.



A Daughter's Love



Francine Carver was a bitch and Elise Michaels knew it. How she had become friends with the forty year old slightly eccentric woman was something she had never understood. They had met at a RWA conference and had, for some reason, clicked. 

"Champagne?" The waiter at the four star French restaurant Francine insisted on treating her to held out the bottle waiting to tip it into her glass.

She put her hand over the top of the champagne flute.

"No, thank you." Elise sighed again wondering what she was doing her. "Just a Perrier with a straw please."

"Oh, come on, Elise." Francine cajoled after the waiter left patting the bun at the back of her head to make sure every one of her bleach blond hairs were in place. "This is a celebration. It's not everyday a writer as talented as you wins such a prestigious award. RWA Romance Writer of the Year is hardly something to sneeze at."

"I know, but I'm not particularly fond of champagne." Elise tried to keep her smile in place. "I just can't drink in the middle of the afternoon."

Especially in Francine's presence. The woman was so austere and somber with one exception. She dressed like an expensive hooker. She was five foot two with a petite waist despite the fact she'd had five children. She had an oval face that was perfect and flawless due largely to the plastic surgeries her husband willingly paid for. Her breasts were large; her nipples constantly hard something Elise had no choice, but to notice because of the sluttish clothes she wore. 

"Your loss." Francine watched her as she took a long sip from her glass. "I read one of your novels. I can see why you received the award. Your love scenes are quite steamy. And your hero...mmmm, yummy."

"Thanks." Elise felt uncomfortable. She knew where this was heading. Francine had a fascination with sex and used every opportunity to talk about it. 

"What's your inspiration?" Francine put down her glass and arched a brow. "You must have a man in your life like your hero to write about him so realistically."

"Francine, you know I don't date. Pure imagination." Elise hoped if she kept the answers short she could steer the conversation elsewhere. 

"Oh come on. Between us girls." Francine practically purred. "I saw your father once from a distance. The description of your hero matches your father to a tee."

Elise stared at her for a long moment. Where had Francine seen her father? She lived in New York City. Her father lived in Stamford, Connecticut. Very rarely did he ever come to the city to visit her. 

She did draw inspiration from her father. He was the best of men and the handsomest, but she wasn't about to admit it to her. It was something she would never admit to anyone. 

"No. My heroes come from my imagination." 

She tried to understand where Francine was going with this. She normally could see exactly where their conversations were leading. That wasn't the case now. Francine had no expression on her face now. Her green eyes were ice cold. 

The waiter returned with her Perrier. Elise ordered a salad as did Francine. She took a sip of her water knowing Francine would get to the point sooner or later whether she wanted her to or not. Elise suspected she wouldn't like where this conversation was going.

"You're telling me you have never noticed how sexy your father is." Francine frowned at her as if this wasn't something she expected.

"I don't think of my father that way." Elise stared at Francine as if she were insane. "Why are you asking these questions?"

"I just..." 

Francine looked away for a moment as if she were thinking of how to say it. She turned back to her; her gaze wary and vulnerable. 

"I've been having these intense sexual fantasies about my father and I just...I need to know if I'm the only one. My father is a distinguished older man and lately, I've been very, very attracted to him. Sometimes I've wanted him so badly it's been hard to concentrate on anything else."

Elise opened and closed her mouth. She stifled the urge to release a nervous laugh. She had known Francine was perverted but this was beyond anything she had ever thought was possible.

"Um...I'm sure its normal. Freud said that girls subconsciously desire their fathers the same way boys desire their mothers." Elise tried to be intellectual about it.

"Yes, but it feels so real." Tears filled Francine's eyes. "In my dream, I'm submissive to his will. It always happens in his study. Can I tell you what happens?"

"Um...I guess." Elise didn't know what else to say. She was too shocked to tell her what she really wanted to. Hell no!

"He called me into his study and told me to stand in front of him. He was wearing his navy pinstripe suit the one that molded to his body making him seem even larger than he was."

Francine stopped briefly when their food came. Elise felt sick to her stomach. She didn't know if she could force herself to eat. Francine was describing it as if it had really happened.

"He bent me over his desk, lifted my skirt, ripped by panties off me, and told me he was going to fuck me. Fuck me hard." She continued. "I wanted it. I was so wet for him. Dripping wet."

Elise looked down at the tomato she had just speared with her fork dripping with ranch salad dressing. She made a face and quickly put down the fork.

"He thrust inside me hard and fast. It was painful, but a pleasurable pain."

Oh my god. Elise thought. She's really going to describe every single part of it. She took a sip of her water fighting the urge to vomit.

"He fucked me so hard the desk shook. It was so good I screamed and rubbed my breasts through my white silk blouse. I came harder than I ever had in my entire life. He slammed into my pussy and made me his bitch. He came inside me and I prayed I got pregnant. I wanted to stay with him for the rest of my life. I wanted to be his wife."

Tears poured down Francine's face. She trembled uncontrollably. 

"Please tell me it's normal." She whimpered. "Please tell me you've fantasized about your father."

A wave of sympathy washed over Elise. She was still sick to her stomach. Francine had been way too descriptive. She didn't think of her father in a sexual way but she had fantasized about him once. That had largely been due to the influence of friends.

"Once when I was in high school." Elise replied after a moment. "It's completely natural, Francine. Our fathers are our most important role models. Sometimes they show us the type of man we want to marry."

"So you think about marrying someone like your father?" Francine tilted her head to study her.

Elise felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny. It was as if she were searching for something.

"All the time." Elise replied, proudly. "My father is good, kind, decent, and honest. He treats people with respect. He won sexiest man of the year at his company. I would love to be married to a man like him."

"Really?" Francine's eyes grew cold for a brief moment before they were weepy again. "How old were you when you had this fantasy?"

"I was eighteen." Elise tucked her hair behind her ear. What had she gotten herself into now? Francine wasn't going to be happy until she wrung every detail from her.

"Tell me the fantasy." Francine leaned forward. There was a strange gleam in her eyes. A gleam she didn't trust.

"I don't know..." Elise hedged. 

"Come on." Francine urged. "I told you mine. Tell me like I told you. Like it actually happened. Where did it happen?"

"In my father's office at Microprose, Incorporated." Elise sighed, giving in. Francine could be like a bulldog when she wanted something. "I went to join him for lunch. When I got there the floor was empty which was unusual. It was normally bustling with activity. He was in his office sitting in his swivel chair. He got up to greet me. He hugged me and kissed me on the lips. It was innocent at first. He brushed my hair from my face as he always did and kissed me again. This time it was different. More like a man kisses his lover."

The waiter came to take their dishes. Elise felt her heart pounding in her chest as the fantasy came back to her. The waiter asked if she wanted a box for her salad. Elise didn't hesitate to shake her head. She doubted she would ever have ranch dressing on her salad ever again.

She waited until he left before she continued.

"I opened my mouth to protest. I knew it was wrong. He swept in covering his mouth with mine smothering any protest as he ravaged my mouth. His tongue mingled with mine. All thought was lost. I gave in. He turned me so I was against his desk. He laid me back on his desk. His hand caressed my thigh traveling higher to cup me; rubbing me with his hand. I moaned and writhed. Everything fell off his desk but we didn't care."

"He told me to beg him to go down on me." She continued. "I did. I wanted him so badly. He didn't hesitate. He drove me crazy. I was wild, uninhibited. He asked me how hard I wanted it. I begged him to break me. He took off his pants and entered me. Like your fantasy, he slammed into me so hard the desk shook. He made me cum like I never had. Then I woke up."

Francine stared at her. Her breaths coming in short gasps as if her fantasy had excited her. That was even sicker than Francine admitting she wanted to marry her father and have children with him. 

Incest was taboo. It was wrong. It was morally wrong. A parent wasn't supposed to love their child like that. It was a statistical fact though that children fantasized about their parents. Fantasizing was normal. Acting on it was beyond wrong. It was a line that should never be crossed.

The waiter came with the check. They were both silent as Francine paid for their lunch. They were silent as they slung the straps of their purses over their shoulders and went outside both of them thankfully had taken different vehicles.

Elise had driven in her beat up, old, red, Chevy Cavalier and Francine had ridden in her black stretched limousine. 

"That was a most illuminating lunch." Francine smiled brightly. "I feel so much better knowing someone else feels the way I do."

"I'm glad I could help." Elise forced a cheerful smile on her face. "Really, you shouldn't feel bad about it. Everyone does it at least once."

They hugged and parted. Elise felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her intuition was normally right on the ball. Something wasn't right. Something was wrong. As she got into her car, she wished she could put her finger on it.

* * * * *

Francine got into her limousine feeling giddy. She had done it. She had gotten what her father wanted. As the driver closed the door, she reached into her purse and took out her cell phone. Her hands shook as she pressed the button for contacts. His number was the only one listed. 

He answered on the first ring. 

"Well?" His voice was hard and demanding. It made her shiver.

"We got her, baby." Francine said, joyfully. She would be rewarded well later that night. "A little editing and we can release it to the public."

"I love you, Francine." Her father's voice was soft and tender. A tone he only used with her. "You're a good little wife."

"I love you too, daddy." 

He hung up and Francine put her cell phone back in her purse. This was going to be good. This was going to be better than good. This was going to be fun.



A Daughter's Love Ch. 01



I guess it started when my wife died. That left me alone with my daughter, Misty. I tried my best to be strong for my daughter, but I was deeply, deeply depressed in reality.

That lasted for about a year. Then Misty moved out. She had turned eighteen and I think she needed to get away from my dark moods. I really fell apart then. Misty would come and visit me and she could see I had taken a huge turn for the worse. I think she must have felt guilty about moving out even though I didn't want her to feel that way.

Sometimes she would do my dishes or laundry and clean up around me. She would always try to cheer me up. She would play happy music on the radio and tell me funny things that had happened to her, trying to get me to laugh. But, I couldn't be helped. My heart wouldn't budge. It wasn't her fault. Sometimes she would get fed up and spend weeks away, but eventually, she always came back to check on me. She loved me even though I couldn't seem to love her back at that point in my life.

One day she came over and she let herself in when I failed to get up and open the door for her. It was about four in the afternoon, but I was in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. I was in the blackest of moods. My depression was so severe I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. I heard my daughter knocking, but I couldn't respond mentally, emotionally or physically.

I was half asleep, dreaming of my dead wife again, but heard Misty walk down the hall. I was half in my dream and half in my waking reality. Somehow I knew I was dreaming and was aware of what I was hearing at the same time, but I couldn't move. Misty's steps were tentative, almost fearful. Maybe she was afraid she would find me dead, I don't know. "Daddy?" came her soft girlish voice, trembling.

My back was to the open door, but I heard her steps reach the door and stop. She must have must have been watching me breathing. She didn't say anything at first, and then she repeated, "Dad? Victor?" but softer this time as if she wasn't expecting a reply.

I felt dead. I didn't reply. I didn't turn to look. I just lay there, unmoving. The dream of my wife was slipping away with the realization that it was just a dream and with that came the stark realization that she was dead, like I was experiencing her death all over again. There were no more thoughts of grief or anger or loss; there was only my black dead heart. I should have felt something for my daughter, but instead it was as if she wasn't there at all. 

It so happened, in that moment, my dick was hard. It was just one of those hard-ons you get on awakening even though you don't remember any erotic dreams and you're not really thinking about sex, but you're hard anyway for no apparent reason. I should have been alarmed, but I wasn't even thinking about it. In that moment, I had no thoughts for my daughter or what she might feel.

I still didn't move when she climbed onto the bed behind me. She lay down on top of the blanket that was over me. I felt her slide up to my back, her abdomen, her soft little breasts, against my back, her knees against my thighs, spooning with me. She wrapped her arm around me with her hand against my stomach near my hard-on. "I love you Daddy," she whispered in my ear. "I want you to be happy again."

A decent man would have done something, but I didn't. I wasn't a decent man anymore. I was completely possessed by my self pity and self loathing. I ignored my daughter.

We lay there for I don't know how long, the warmth of her lithe body against mine, a blanket in between us, feeling each others' breathing.

"I would do anything to make you happy again," she whispered after a time.

Still I did not move or respond. I knew there was nothing she could do to bring my wife back. Nothing else mattered to me at that point in my life.

Then, she shifted her hand and her fingers brushed against the protrusion in the blanket caused by my erection. She brushed her fingers against it a second time as if she wasn't sure what she was feeling, then she felt it's shape through the blanket by running her fingers along its length. She drew her hand back instantly. "Oh, Dad!" she exclaimed, startled.

I felt her body move back from mine, but she was still on the bed. "Dad? Is that . . . is that your . . . penis?" she inquired, the word "penis" came out of her mouth awkwardly like she was trying to pronounce a strange word from a foreign language. "What's going on?" she asked with a hint of alarm, her voice stronger now, but still trembling with emotion.

"Dad?" she asked simply when I didn't respond. I felt her sit up to get a better view of my front side. Maybe she wasn't convinced it was really my penis because she reached around me again and flicked my hard dick with her finger. But still there must have been doubt against the obvious fact of it, because she wrapped her fingers around the blanket covering my penis feeling the shape of it. I felt my daughter's hand squeeze around me then, feeling my hardness. My penis twitched involuntarily in her grasp. "Ew!" she jerked back like she'd touched a poison viper, "you're hard!"

Finally, I was shocked out of my stupor. My dream was forgotten, replaced by shame and anger at myself for not stopping my daughter before she touched me. There was also fear, fear of what she would think of me. But undeniably, there was another feeling, maybe even stronger than my other feelings—the sexual shock of her touch. It had been such a long time since I had felt it, pleasure and excitement; no matter that it was my daughter's hand on me.

After a pause, she tried, "Dad, are you awake?" She shook me gently at my shoulder. I rolled on my back and looked at my daughter through half open eyes. Now on my back, my erection stood straight up, obscenely tenting the blanket over me.

"Dad, are you okay? I was worried about you." She was speaking to me, but I saw that her attention was on the tall tent pole under the blanket.

"I'm sorry Misty, I've just been so sad. I miss her so much." 

She looked up at me then. "Oh Dad!" sadness was in her eyes. She lay down next to me, her head on my shoulder and her arm across my chest, "I miss her too."

"I'm so sorry I haven't been there for you Misty."

"Don't be sorry Dad. I love you. I just want you to be happy again. I wish I could make you happy."

"I wish I knew how to be happy again. I'm so sorry you had to see me like this." I felt useless and helpless in that moment. There I was with the most obscene erection, but feeling too paralyzed with depression to do anything about it while my 18 year old daughter hugged me pityingly.

"It's okay Dad, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have lay in bed with you. I should have known better, but I just wanted to hug you and make you feel good again. I didn't think. I guess it's been a long time since you've had a woman in bed with you. No wonder you're hard as a rock. It's my fault."

I shook my head at her, but I couldn't speak. I wanted to tell her it had nothing to do with her, that sometimes I just have an erection when I'm sleeping, but I didn't know how to say it to my daughter. The sadness in her eyes, in her voice, moved me and I began to tear up.

Her arm around my chest tightened. "Don't worry Daddy," she whispered, "I won't let anything come between us."

I stroked her long hair with my hand, her head resting softly on my shoulder.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Do I remind you of Mom?"

"Sometimes Honey."

"I want to be Mom for you. Please let me do that for you." There was both sadness and determination in her voice.

Guessing at what she meant, I shook my head, but it made no difference, her hand slipped under the blanket and down my abdomen until she found the base of my cock. Her soft fingers on my sex felt intensely pleasurable, like a first drink after a long sobriety. It also felt reassuring. It may be hard to understand, but my daughter reaching down of her own accord to touch my dick made feel whole again, loved and cared for. I know it was selfish, but I couldn't muster the strength of will needed to stop her. It simply felt too good.

"I made you so hard, I had no idea you felt that way." Her face was furrowed with tension. She was holding back revulsion, forcing herself to do something against her nature, just as one might expect from a woman stroking her father's erection.

I wanted to explain that I wasn't hard because of her, but now that she was touching me, she actually was arousing me, more and more. Her hand felt up my column slowly. It had been so long for me, the pleasure was intense.

Tears were flooding Misty's eyes. Her hand began to jerk up and down my dick, moving robotically, forced.

I pulled the blanket off so I could watch my daughter's hand on my dick, but this seemed to upset her more. She started making a whining noise in time with her strokes on my dick. Tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Sweetie, you're hurting me, you're grasping too tight. Loosen your grip a little," I asked.

"Okay Daddy." When she softened her grip, I noticed her hand was trembling. The whining continued as before.

"Sweetie, you're hand is a little dry. Maybe you could rub your hand over the tip of my penis—to get it slippery?"

"Okay Daddy." The tears were streaming down her face now. Her mouth was an inverted "U," her lips trembling. I watched as she rubbed her palm around my head, wetting it with my precum.

"That's good sweetie, now try stroking again."

She obeyed with a whimper, her hand slipping wetly on my erection, but still trembling.

"Maybe just a little faster honey."

Suddenly, Misty's whimpering erupted into uncontrolled sobbing. In between long intakes of breath, she blurted, "I can't Daddy . . . I can't do this . . . Oh God . . . I'm sorry Daddy." Tears streamed. Thin clear liquid ran from her nose into her mouth. I hadn't seen her cry like that since she was a little girl. She stopped stroking me and her grip tightened around the base of my erection.

"Oh Sweetie," I paused, trying to think of what to say to comfort her. I continued, rather lamely I think, "you were doing really good job. You were really making me feel good, Sweetie, really good. I am really lucky to have you for a daughter. I mean, how many daughters would do that for their dad?"

Her sobbing stopped. The corners of her mouth twitched upward, trying to smile. "You're so depressed, Dad, it makes me feel really really sad. I just want you to be happy again."

"You're helping Misty, you really are. You almost made me cum, sweetie. I probably would have cum if you didn't stop."

"Oh, I'm sorry Dad." She looked down at my dick contemplatively, where it throbbed hotly in her grip. 

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Would you like it if I put your penis in my mouth?"

I almost had an orgasm on hearing her question, but I tried to dampen my response, "Uh, sure . . . yes, that would be nice Sweetie, but only if you want to, of course."

"I want to Daddy. I want to do it for you, just like Mom used to."

"Okay Sweetie, I would like that." I chose not to tell her that her mother never liked to give me blow jobs. I didn't want to spoil it for her—it seemed to mean so much to her to be able to do this for me.

I watched as my daughter bent over my erection and stuck her tongue out. She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of my dick. Her breath felt hot on my wet dick. The look on her face was of repulsion, like she might have been eating a cockroach, but, in spite of this, she swirled her tongue in the precum on the head of my dick. Cautiously, her tongue licked lower and lower down my hard shaft. 

The pleasure I felt in that moment shocked me and drew me out of myself. I had completely forgotten about my sorrow. There was something about that first moment of permitting my daughter to do it that added a level of erotic excitement that I had never experienced before. The wetness of my daughter's tongue slipping around and around my dick was unexpectedly blissful to me.

She opened her mouth wide over my dick, ready to wrap her lips around me, but she didn't. Instead, she hovered there, with her eyes tightly shut. She started making a whimpering sound again, as saliva dripped from her mouth onto my waiting member.

I guessed that she was experiencing some mixed feelings about the prospect of sucking on her father's dick. At first, I thought maybe I should stop her and release her from the idea of it. But, I didn't. Perhaps I couldn't. I was already too taken by this new sexual thrill—the thrill of my own daughter pleasuring me with her mouth. It was so terribly wrong, but at the same time it was the most erotic thing imaginable. Instead of doing the responsible thing, I gave what I thought were words of encouragement, as if it were the fatherly thing to do. "You shouldn't stop now, Misty, you were doing such a good job," I told her.

That wasn't enough though. She still whimpered with her mouth twitching over my dick like she was trying to close her lips around me, but some unseen force held her back.

So, I tried a different track. "Misty," I said, "you are unbelievable. You are beautiful and you are turning me on like I've never been turned on before. Your mouth looks really sexy right now." 

I guess that was the wrong thing to say because she started sobbing again. Maybe daughters don't want to hear how much their fathers are turned on by them, but I didn't think of that until after the words came out of my mouth. Tears and saliva and snot ran from her face onto my dick as she took in gasps of air and let out long melodramatic sobs over me. All the time holding her mouth open, as if ready to accept my hard dick.

It was more than I could bear, not her crying, but my sexual anticipation. I felt horribly selfish, but it didn't stop me from what I was about to do. I very slowly raised my hips so that the head of my dick rose to meet my daughter's open mouth. I let out a sigh of pleasure when I felt the soft moist flesh of her mouth on me.

Misty gave out a long mournful whine, but it was muffled by my dick in her mouth. She didn't pull away though; she held her mouth dutifully around my dick, her lips quivering, various liquids running from her face and mouth down my hard shaft. 

Very gently, I moved up and down in her slack mouth, caressing her lips and tongue and teeth with my swollen member. She did nothing to stop me, but continued her muffled whining, her eyes squeezed shut.

I began to move faster, increasing my strokes a little further into her mouth. It was very wet and slippery. I tried to avoid her teeth. She kept her mouth opened for me, but otherwise did nothing to take part in it. The erotic pleasure of rubbing my dick in my daughter's mouth was overwhelming. It was a very guilty sort of pleasure, of course, but that just made it all the more irresistible. I'm going to cum in my own daughter's mouth, I kept thinking to myself, convincing myself that I wasn't in a dream. At the same time, it touched me deeply that my daughter, against her every instinct, would willingly offer her mouth to me for my ultimate pleasure. I knew then how profoundly she loved me.

It was with this fusion of intense love and excitement that I started to thrust harder and faster into my daughter's open mouth. My dick slipped wetly on her lips and tongue on a sheen of snot and saliva and precum. Her whimpering moans were interrupted by rhythmic gags as my cock began to jam into the back of her throat repeatedly. The whole while, she obediently held her head in place and her mouth open for me.

Her willingness excited me ever more and I realized that I was ramming my cock even harder, knocking her head back with every thrust as she gagged again and again. I felt like I was abusing her as I watched myself, but I couldn't stop, and she held fast, courageously, I thought. 

I fucked my daughter's open mouth with a sexual fervor I had never experienced before, ramming into her inviting mouth over and over with uninhibited abandon until I finally, mercifully, came to climax. I thrust hard, one last time, shoving my cock into her throat and held it there as I had a massive orgasm, my cum spurting into her many times over while she gagged and gurgled trying to accommodate the sexual explosion in her throat.

I sighed with pleasure and relief, pulling my dick slowly out of my daughter's mouth. A sticky syrup of cum, saliva, snot and tears flowed from her mouth, drooling down her chin and down my cock. 

She opened her eyes wide, staring at me with a look that can only be described as horror. Tears continued to run. Her mouth was still open in the shape of an "O" like she was trying to scream, even though no sound emerged. A pool of cum still covered her tongue at the bottom of her mouth.

In an attempt to talk her out of her apparent shock and dismay, I told her in the cheeriest tone I could muster, "I don't even know how to thank you Misty. That was wonderful. I can't even describe how wonderful."

She continued to stare pleadingly, for what, I don't know, maybe reassurance. She closed her mouth slowly, grimacing. Instead of swallowing, she let my cum ooze out between her lips, running down her chin and neck. Her face tightened, contorted, trying to hold back more sobbing perhaps, the tears were running heavily.

"You know, it's okay to swallow it if you want. It won't hurt you. It's just my sperm. I don't have any diseases." 

Misty swallowed loudly. She shuddered and, with a sob, leaped off the bed, running to the bathroom. I heard her retching and spitting, followed by more sobbing. Then, there was the sound of her feet running toward the front door.

"Misty!" I called after her, but it was too late, the front door slammed.

My dick was still hard so I couldn't very well run outside after her. I didn't want to scare my neighbors after all. So, I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to understand what had just happened, what I had just done to my daughter. I hoped she would be okay and get over it. For my part, I was in some kind of sexual nirvana having just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life with the person I would have least suspected of providing it.



A Daughter's Love Ch. 02



I bawled driving home from Dad's; I haven't cried like that since I was a little girl. I must have looked like a complete mess—I was glad to find Courtney, my roommate, wasn't in. I locked myself in the bathroom when I got home. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with antiseptic mouthwash trying to get that tang of my dad's cum out of my mouth, but the taste kept coming back. Maybe the lingering sensation was just psychological. I'm sure that's what my counselor would have told me, but she won't because she'll never hear about it.

I ran a hot bath, putting plenty of bubble bath and bath beads in. I slipped out of my jeans and as I unbuttoned my blouse, I couldn't help but notice the wet streaks of cum down the front. I threw the blouse down and stepped into the bath. It was too hot, but I forced myself into the heat welcoming the burn.

I wanted to relax, to forget, but I couldn't. I felt electrified. There was a pressure behind my eyes. It was an unpleasant feeling. It wasn't normal. I felt like I had been taken over, possessed, from the first moment I touched my dad's penis. I didn't feel like myself and I couldn't shake the strange feeling. I caught myself looking at the cum stains on my blouse where it lay on the bathroom floor. I willed myself to look away, but I found myself looking at it again and remembering the sensation of my dad's flesh filling my mouth and my fear as he forcefully pounded into my throat making me gag and almost vomit.

Finally, I gave up on relaxing and stepped out of the tub, feeling too keyed-up to stay still. I grabbed by clothes off the floor and buried them in my laundry basket where my roommate wouldn't see the cum stains, and where I wouldn't have to look at them.

I found a fresh pair of slacks and stepped into them, looked through my tops but couldn't decide, looked in the mirror, and, feeling dissatisfied, took off the slacks and put on an above-the-knee black skirt, matching it with a peach top with spaghetti straps. I looked in the mirror and felt better; all the right areas of my body were accentuated.

I dug in my purse for my phone and checked to see if anyone had tried to call. I half expected to see my dad's number, thinking he might have called to apologize for what he did to me, but his number wasn't there. Then I felt a touch of anger as I pictured him on his bed, totally relaxed after cumming in my mouth, and not even thinking about me.

I saw that my boyfriend, Justin, had called, and there was a voice mail. I noticed his call had come through around the time I had been with Dad, causing a flutter of guilt in my chest. I hit the call back button without bothering to listen to the message.

"Hey, Misty," came his voice.

"Justin," I was trying to sound cheerful but I could tell I was failing miserably, "I want you to take me out tonight."

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to call you about. Did you get my message? Terrance is having a thing at his place. It should be getting started already. It'll be fun."

"No, no, no, I can't do that tonight. I don't feel like hanging. I want to go out, just you and me. Take me to the Jungle. I need to dance tonight." The Jungle was a dance club. I knew Justin hated dancing, but I felt the need to work off my tension. 

"Yeah, okay, I'll pick you up in a few." I could tell he was disappointed, but I used the tone with him. He knew what that meant. Usually I like to please. That's who I am, so I adapt to what he wants, but occasionally, I get in a mood, and when he hears the tone, he knows I'm going to get what I want, so there's no use in arguing.

The Jungle was just what I needed. It was dark and loud and crammed with dancing bodies. I think Justin was shocked, because I'm usually so shy and don't like to draw attention to myself, but on this night, I danced with a wild frenzy fueled by Rum and Cokes. He tried his best to keep up with me as I writhed and ground on him cravenly. I saw men giving me looks. I usually hate that, but in this strange mood, it excited me. I'm sure Justin saw. I wanted him to.

By the time we left, I was more than ready for some release. We went back to my place and luckily, Courtney was out, probably at her boyfriend's. I dragged Justin by the hand to my bedroom and immediately went for his pants and got down on my knees in front of him.

"Oh yeah! I want your big cock in my mouth right now." I looked up at him smiling. 

He looked excited as I grabbed his penis and guided him into my mouth. I sucked and licked until he was rock hard.

"I want you to cum in my mouth. Do you want to?" I had sucked on him a few times before but never let him cum in my mouth before this.

"Yeah . . ." is all he said. He wasn't used to me being so sexually assertive; I'm sure he was more than a little surprised.

"Fuck me in my mouth, okay? Just ram me as hard as you want until you cum." I opened my mouth with my tongue out.

He stepped forward tentatively, "are you sure?"

"Yeah, I've been a bad girl. Now you need to punish me. Make me swallow your cum. Do it!" I grabbed his ass and pulled him forward taking his head in my mouth. I looked up at him expectantly, waiting.

Justin thrust into my mouth slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself expecting him to start pounding my mouth like my dad had done to me, but instead, he was very gentle, thrusting in and out slowly, carefully.

I dug my fingernails into his ass cheeks, trying to give him the message, but when that didn't work, I forced myself forward until I felt him in my throat and I started gagging. I tried to relax my throat and force him down further, but I just gagged harder.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

I pulled my mouth off his cock, giving him a disappointed look. "Fine! If you're not man enough to fuck my mouth, then just fuck me." I got up and bent over the bed. "Fuck me hard this time. Pound me. You need to punish me with your cock! Give me your cock Daddy!"

He pulled up my skirt, yanked down my panties and slapped my butt with his hand. It felt good. In an instant he was inside of me and pounding fast, just like I wanted.

"Harder! Faster!" I taunted.

He did.

"Oh Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me hard!" I squealed at him.

He did as he was told and I built up quickly until I came in waves of beautiful wonderful contractions. "Oh God! You're making me cum Daddy, you're making me cum!"

My saying it seemed to make Justin climax too. I felt him release in me with a groan, then he pulled out slowly.

I sat up on the bed, satisfied. I smiled at Justin. I thought he must have just had the thrill of his life. I'd never been so kinky with him before. "Did you like that?" I asked.

To my surprise, Justin frowned at me as he pulled his pants back on. "What was all that 'Daddy'" stuff about? That was weird."

"What do you mean 'weird'?" Now I was incensed. "I thought you'd like it, so what?"

"I'm not into that. It makes me think you have a thing for your dad. It's kind of a turn off, you know. And, what was that crap about me not being man enough to fuck your mouth? Where did that come from? So, are you a masochist with a father fantasy now? Tell me the truth Misty—were you fantasizing about your old man when I was fucking you?"

My hand was open, but when I hit his face, it hit hard and he wasn't expecting that. He stumbled and hit the wall. His face was red.

I didn't bother looking for my shoes or my panties. I just left barefoot and slammed the door behind me. As I was pulling out of the driveway, I realized I had left him in my own apartment, but I wasn't about to go back, I just drove off without a plan. 

I drove aimlessly, raging at his accusations. Then, as my anger ebbed, I became fearful that somehow I had given away what had happened between me and Victor. Did Justin somehow know or did he guess at my feelings? I tried to convince myself he couldn't have known, how could he, after all? He must have been jealous because of the other men at the club watching me. Maybe he was just mad because I told him he wasn't man enough. In any case, I knew I didn't want to see him or talk to him. Maybe never again.

I had been driving on auto-pilot and now I realized I was driving toward my dad's house. I kept on that route. I could sleep in my old bedroom, I decided. 

Then, my mind turned on what had happened between me and my dad that afternoon. Did he start it or I? I wasn't sure. I know I touched him in a way I shouldn't have, but why did he have an erection to begin with? I could only think that my dad was sexually aroused by me when I hugged him, yet, at the same time, I didn't want to blame him after all his grief and his loneliness. Over the past couple years, his grief was so deep and dark it overwhelmed me to see it. I felt like crying every time I saw him. It affected me somehow very deep in my heart, took something away from me, like there was shadow over me as long as his grief continued. Still, I thought, it wasn't right for him to be aroused by me so easily. I think I was looking for a way to blame him because, if I had started it, there must be something about me. Why did I decide to start stroking my dad's penis, why didn't I just get out and leave? I couldn't face that question just yet. Justin's accusation still haunted me.

I was still in this frame of mind, going back and forth between pity and anger, when I arrived at the house. It occurred to me to go immediately to Victor's room and confront him, but then I thought I would just let him sleep and sneak into my old bed.  

I let myself in, since I still had the key. I was surprised to find him awake sitting in his chair in the living room next a lamp. He had a glass of milk on the end table next to him. When he saw me, he quickly put the box he had on his lap down on the floor and pushed it to the side. I knew what it was. It was his Box of Grief, pictures of Mom and of all of us from when she was alive. He liked to pour over them, nursing his broken heart.

"Misty . . ."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to barge in on you. I thought you'd be asleep."

"No, couldn't sleep, probably because I sleep all day, as you like to point out to me."

"Sorry Dad. I sort of just had a fight with Justin. I thought maybe I could just sleep here for tonight. If that's okay with you I mean."

"Of course, you can always come here. Is everything okay? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm okay, but I don't know about him and me. It was kind of bad. We've never fought like that before." I sat down on the sofa, facing him. "I think it might be over. I don't know."

"Did he hit you?"

"No Dad. No, he's never hit me. But, I kind of slapped him, I guess, but he didn't hit me back."

"Well, you're okay. That's the important thing. Just put it out of your mind Misty, and rest here tonight. Worrying about it's not going to change a thing. Leave the worrying for tomorrow" He produced a glass flask from the pocket of his robe and poured some amber liquid into his milk. He got up and came back from the kitchen with a glass he handed to me. I took a sip it was whiskey and coke.

"Misty," he said gravely, "we need to talk. I have been meditating on what happened between us today. It was a very powerful and unexpected thing." He was speaking very slowly and deliberately. "I've been quite worried about you. Worried about how you might be reacting to this. I think we really need to consider that both of us have not been in anything like a normal or healthy state of mind. It has been a very emotional time and sometimes strong emotions lead people to do things they normally wouldn't. As you know, I have been very seriously depressed of late, and I deeply appreciate your care and help through this time, but now I realize, that you too have been impacted by my depression. I want to say to you Misty, that I am truly sorry that I did not see what you have been going through."

I hate when my father talks to me like that. I feel like I'm being talked down to and told what to think. My anger came back to me quickly and when the words came out I was yelling, "I wish you thought about that a year ago when I was doing your laundry and cleaning the house and you were totally ignoring me. You know I didn't want to move out. I had too! I had no choice. I couldn't take it anymore!"

"You have every right to be angry with me Misty. I have been very selfish. But I see that now, I want to . . ."

"I know what you want to do with me! Don't even! I've cared for you and cared for you since Mom died. I've worried about you every day for two years, trying to get you to feel better and all you do is ignore me! You've totally ignored me until . . . until . . ." I tried to stop it but I couldn't. It welled up from deep inside me as unstoppable as the tide. It started tears and gasps. I was trembling uncontrollably, I was so upset.

I was standing over him now. "Calm down Misty, sit down, let's talk it through. You're angry. I know."

"Yes I'm angry! Don't tell me how I feel!" I sat on the floor in front of him, crying, trying to get my words out. "You never call, you never ask me how I'm doing, you just don't care about me at all. Not until I touched you . . . you liked it when I touched your . . . your penis . . . didn't you!" 

"It's complicated, Sweetie. I want to talk to you about it . . ."

"I know you liked it Dad! I'm not stupid! That's the only reason you're talking to me now! Suddenly you care about me after I let you cum in my mouth! Is that what it takes?" Tears were coving my face now. "All I ever wanted was to be part of your life. If I suck on you, will you pay attention to me again?" I sobbed as I talked, "I'll let you do it to me Daddy . . . fuck me . . . in my mouth . . . I'll let you Daddy"

He shook his head at me, but I ignored him. I slipped my hand up his robe. He wasn't wearing anything under it. I quickly found his penis. He tried to brush my hand away but I would let him. He was already getting hard.

"Please don't do this Misty. We should just talk about it first."

"Why are you hard Daddy? Why are you hard if it's not true? You want me. You want to pound your cock down my throat again don't you? It's okay. Go ahead, do it to me right now." I was stroking his erection now. I pulled it out from his robe. He was completely aroused.

"Fuck my mouth Daddy. Make me choke on you. I want you to cum down my throat again. I can take it. Just take it all out on me. Pound me. Get it out of your system. I'll take it for you Daddy. Then you'll feel better. You won't be sad anymore. Please Daddy, cum in my mouth again, will you please?"

"Misty, Sweetie, let's talk about it first." He pulled my hand off his cock.

"That's what you did to me!" I was angry again, but still crying. "You fucked my mouth. You just fucked me and fucked me even when I was gagging. I couldn't breath and you just kept fucking my mouth harder and pounding your dick in my throat! In my throat, Daddy! While I was choking! You just kept fucking me and fucking me so hard! Why did you do that to me Daddy?" Now I was sobbing again, out of control. But, I didn't even care anymore.

"Come here Sweetie." He pulled me up off the floor. I climbed up on his lap like I was a little girl again. I sat sideways across his lap, next to his hard naked cock. He hugged me tight and I sobbed in his arms.

"I hadn't been touched by a woman for a very very long time Sweetie. When you touched me the way you did, you woke up something very primal in me. What I did to you came from years of pent up sexual needs. But, you know what Princess? You could have stopped me anytime you wanted. You know that don't you?"

I nodded. I knew he was right, even though it was hard for me to admit it.

"You were so brave the way you just kept taking it. Even when you were gagging, you didn't back away an inch. You let me. You let me unleash all my tension, all my sexual frustrations in that pretty mouth of yours.

"You did it for me. I know that Sweetie. I know you did it because you love me, not because you wanted to. It was hard for you. I could see that. You know what I think? I think you gave me a wonderful, beautiful gift, the most precious gift anyone has ever given me. Is that true Sweetie?"

"Yes, Daddy. I love you Daddy." My tears started streaming again.

"I love you too Sweetie."

"Is it okay for me to touch you now?" I asked.

"Yes Sweetie."

I gently massaged the head of his penis, wetting my palm with his precum, like he showed me how to do, then I made a circle of my hand and stroked up and down his aroused organ.

He moved his hand from my shoulder and gently brushed his fingers over the contour of my breast. My dad had never touched my breasts before my life. I had a shock of revulsion and excitement, but I didn't show it outwardly, I don't think. I didn't move and I didn't stop him. I just continued to stroke him.

"Is it okay if I touch you there Sweetie?" he finally asked, looking at me, his hand caressing the underside of my breast.

"Yes, Daddy." I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was someone else's hand on me, but I couldn't. I knew it was my dad.

He slipped his hand under my top. I shuddered when his hand made contact with my bare breast. My heart was racing. He massaged my flesh. The touch of my dad's hand on me made me feel gross. It felt so deeply wrong. But, I did nothing to stop him. I stroked him while he found my nipple and pinched it gingerly, pulling at it. I felt a jolt of pleasure from it. I was already erect before he touched me. I turned my head away from him, feeling ashamed--ashamed that my dad was touching me and ashamed that the more he touched me, the more I liked it.

He pulled at my top, pulling it over my breasts. I raised my arms for him and he pulled it off completely, throwing it on the floor. I felt completely exposed. I couldn't bear to look at him, but I knew he was staring at my nakedness as he started touching me with both hands now.

We sat there in silence as I pleasured him and he caressed and played with my naked flesh.

"I'm getting close now," he said finally.

"Do you want it in my mouth yet Daddy?"

"Not yet Sweetie."

His hand moved down my body and down my skirt until he came to the hem and I felt his open hand press against the inside of my thigh. I was breathing hard now. My legs tensed and I pushed my thighs together. "Dad? What are you doing?" I asked with alarm.

He said nothing, but he forced his hand further between my clenched thighs. I desperately did not want to feel my father's hand on my sex. It would be too foul a feeling. I already felt so very dirty and used and depraved. I did not want to feel that kind of pleasure from my father's fingers.

"Dad, please no, please no!" I pleaded.

I was wet between my thighs. Justin's semen had seeped out of me at some point. I felt my dad's hand reach into the wet spot. "Oh God Daddy, Oh God, no." A sudden excitement shot through me when the tips of his fingers caressed the length of my labia. I shuddered. "Oh no, oh no, oh Daddy, please Daddy." But I felt overwhelmed. I stopped resisting and parted my legs so he could have his way with me. I moaned in despair and surrender.

But, to my surprise, he pulled his hand away. I felt a twinge of disappointment, but also relief. "Thank you Daddy. I can't, I just can't do that. I'm so sorry Daddy."

"It's okay Princess. I didn't know you weren't wearing any underwear." 

"Do you want to cum in my mouth Daddy?"

"Yes Princess. Let's do it on your bed. Is that okay?"

"Okay Daddy."

He stood up with me in his arms and carried me cradled in front of him. My hand never left his cock, and I continued to pleasure him as he carried me to my bed.

He lay me down gingerly, fatherly, like he did when I was young. He pulled the blankets up to my chest, but leaving my naked breasts exposed.




A Daughter's Love Ch. 02



Elise awoke to the shrill ringing of her cordless phone by her bed. She groggily looked at the clock. It was almost noon. She decided to let the answering machine get it. She was too tired. She had stayed up late the night before writing the second to last chapter of her next romance novel. It was almost finished. There would be proof-reading and editing but it was almost finished. Just in time for Christmas. Her books always sold better on the holidays.

"This is Elise. I'm not home right now, but if you leave your name and number, I'll get back to you. Beep."

"Elise, this is Leslie. Get your ass to the phone now! What in the hell have you done? Why would you make an admission like that? Do you realize you've ruined your career?"

Elise sat up quickly and picked up the phone. Her agent never yelled at her.

"Leslie, what are you talking about? What admission?"

"Francine Carver just released a tape to the public where you explain in graphic detail about the first night you had sex with your father."

"What?!" Elise's heart hammered in her chest. Tears filled her eyes. She knew something had been wrong. God damn Francine! She was going to kill her.

"I don't care what you do in your personal life, but broadcasting something like that is a sure way to ensure that no one buys your books ever again."

"I'm not having sex with my father!" Elise protested. "Francine must have set me up. She told me in explicit detail about a fantasy she had about her father and tearfully begged me to tell her if I'd had one about mine. Every girl does. We've talked about it. But I never had sex with him."

"Elise, that is not what the fucking tape shows. Hold on. I've got recorded it in case you tried to deny it." There was a rustling of the phone and then the click of a tape recorder. 

"When was the first time you had sex with your father?" Francine's voice was unmistakable.

"When I was eighteen." She heard herself reply.

Her mother opened in horror. 

"Tell me about your first time." Francine's voice encouraged.

She heard herself tell the fantasy Francine had asked her to tell like it had actually happened. Tears spilled down her cheeks. What...why had Francine done this? How could she have done this to her?

"Wow, that sounds intense. He must really be good."

"My father is good."

Elise's stomach churned. 

"How often do you have sex?"

"All the time."

"Don't you think it's morally wrong?"

"Everyone does it at least once."

"Do you plan on marrying your father?

"I would love to be married to him."

The tape recorder clicked off. 

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself." Leslie sound like a stern parent.

Elise dropped the phone and vomited in the wastepaper basket by her bed. She could feel the color drain from her face. She sobbed uncontrollably. She had trusted Francine. Francine was supposed to be her friend. How could she have done this to her? 

"Elise! Elise! Pick up the phone!" Leslie sounded frantic.

"She must have done something." Elise heard how weak her voice was. "I can prove it. I swear I can. I have call waiting. Let me click over and call her. Stay silent. If she thinks it's just us talking, she'll admit it."

"Ok." Leslie's voice trembled. Was that fear?

Elise clicked over and she dialed Francine's phone number. She clicked back over. Leslie remained silent but she could hear her breathing. Francine picked up on the fifth ring. She sounded breathless.

"Hello?"

"How could you do this to me?" Elise cried. "You're supposed to be my friend. Friends don't do this to each other."

"Oh come on now, Elise." Francine laughed. "I'm actually surprised you heard about it so soon. I was hoping to draw it out. I'm just having a little fun."

"Fun?" Elise yelled. "You're ruining my life. And you call it fun."

"I like ruining lives, Elise." Francine sounded blissful. "I'm a bitch. Both of us know it. It was only a matter of time before I did something. You are so naïve and trusting. It's a flaw you should work on fixing. Let this be a lesson, Elise. You can't trust everyone. I wonder what your father will think when he hears it. I wonder if he'll want anything to do with you now."

Francine hung up. Elise let out a shaky sigh. 

"Did you hear that?" 

"Every fucking word." Leslie's voice trembled with rage. "We'll fix this, Elise. I swear we will. Whatever we have to do. I'll find a way."

"Okay." Elise replied, shakily. 

"You better call your father." Leslie sighed. "It would be better if he heard it from you."

"You're right." Elise tried to calm herself down. "I'll do it now."

Leslie hung up. Elise hung up her phone and then pressed the button down again. The dial tone sounded ominous. She dialed the number to her father's office. It was where he would be. The phone to his private line rang and rang. It went straight to voice mail. Elise hung up the phone and quickly got dressed. She threw on anything. 

A knock sounded on her front door. Elise sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. She grabbed her sunglasses and her pink baseball cap as she left her bedroom. She answered the door surprised to find a chauffer standing there looking somber and solemn; disapproving. 

"Miss, your father sent me to pick you up." His voice was a deep baritone. It sent a chill down her spine. The man let off negative vibes. "He has a matter of great import to discuss with you."

Elise nodded her head not questioning. She followed him out and with a heavy sigh, locked the door of her penthouse. She turned and followed him downstairs. He must have heard. This did not bode well.

* * * * *

Alec Michaels sat back in the black leather armchair in front of Lewis Culver's desk totally stunned. It was Elise's voice. There was no doubt about it. Why would she say they were having sex?

"I know it's not true, Michaels." Culver sat back in his chair and smiled maliciously. "My wife, Francine got her to describe a fantasy she'd had about you when she was eighteen and edited it."

Alec was stunned. She'd fantasized about him. He remembered her staring at him with a look in her eyes he hadn't seen before. It had only been for a short while. A sick feeling formed in his stomach. Anger filled him.

"Your wife is the Francine my daughter has been friends with for the last three years?" He clenched and unclenched his fists. "Why?"

"You're a good worker. You've made a lot of important contacts; have brought in a lot of revenue." Culver's smiled broadened. "I want to make you Vice President. Put you on the board of directors. I always make all of the board members jump through hoops. This is yours."

"What in the hell do you mean?" Alec shouted. "My daughter doesn't deserve this. She's a good kid."

"And a hell of an attractive woman." Culver arched his brow. "You hoop is to fulfill her fantasy. She's on her way here no doubt berating herself for causing this situation. You will find a way to convince her to have sex with you or you will be fired and I will personally see to it you never work anywhere ever again."

"You evil son of a bitch!" Alec stood up, pacing back and forth. "I can't do it. I won't."

"You will if you want to keep your job and if you want to save your daughter's literary career." Culver leaned forward. "This tape has been released to the press. Whose going to want to read a romance novel by a woman who has admitted she's fucking her father?"

The blood drained from Alec's face. He swallowed hard. He could take being fired. He had saved up enough money to be set for the rest of his life. He wasn't worried about that. The thought of fucking his daughter was sickening and wrong. But he couldn't let her career suffer. Culver had him by the balls and he knew it.

"What in the hell do you want me to do?"



A Daughter's Love Ch. 02



"Do you want a bed time story?"

"Okay Daddy."

"Once upon a time," I stroked him as he talked, "there was a beautiful princess. Her father was the king of the realm. But, there was an evil witch who hated the king. One day, the evil witch caste a terrible curse on the king.

"The king fell into a deep sleep from which no one could wake him. The witch proclaimed that only the most beautiful maiden in the land could wake him from his slumber by kissing his cock and drinking his seed.

"The king's ministers were confounded without the king and the kingdom fell into turmoil. Many beautiful daughters of the realm's nobility came to kiss the sleeping king's cock and try to drink his seed, but none could wake him. The devious witch had hexed the king's cock so that it burned the mouth of any maiden who tied to suck him. Women ran from the king's chambers weeping and wailing that their mouths were on fire, though no one could see any flames.

"The princess had many ladies-in-waiting who tended to her needs, and each was more beautiful than the last. One by one, the princess sent her ladies-in-waiting to suck on her father and awaken his royal cock. Each time she would watch eagerly, hoping that this time her father's sleeping cock would become big and strong again, but one by one she watched them fail, running from the king's cock in pain and torment.

"One day the king's ministers came to the princess and told her there were no beautiful woman left in the realm who has not tried and failed to awaken the king's cock in her mouth. 'None, but you princess,' one minister said. 'But you cannot take the king's cock in your mouth, because you are his daughter, his own flesh and blood,' said another. All the ministers agreed, it would be a sin and the princess could not be allowed to try it. There is only one solution they told her. She must marry the prince from the kingdom to the east, and he shall become king of the realm.

"But, the princess knew the prince from the kingdom to the east, and she had no intention of marrying him or letting him become king. Instead, that night, she snuck into the king's chambers alone.

"And what do you think she did, Sweetie?"

"I think she sucked her daddy's cock," I said, stroking his erection, "just like I did!"

"That's exactly right Sweetie. The princess loved the king, her father, and she loved the realm. Out of this love, she chose to sacrifice her honor and endure the pain of the curse. She pulled her father's limp cock from his regal robe and took him in her mouth. She felt the pain of fire. It was so hot that she felt as if her mouth and throat were being seared away, but the princess was not only beautiful, she was also brave. She wept, but she never took her mouth off her father's cock until it grew huge and strong as a branch in her mouth. She sucked and licked him lovingly until his seed squirt into her.

"Suddenly the curse was lifted. The princess felt no more pain in her mouth, only her father's cock and semen. The king awoke and found his daughter, the princess sucking on his cock. He knew not why she sucked on him because he did not know of the spell he was under, but he was happy. The king thanked his daughter the princess. For ever after, the king and his beautiful princess shared a secret but very special love together. The princess knew that one day she would marry a prince of her choosing, but she would always love her king, her father, in her special way.

"Did you like my story Honey?"

"Yes, very much. Are you ready to put it in my mouth now Daddy?"

"Yes Sweetie, I'll be gentle for you this time."

I turned my head to the side and opened my mouth for him and guided him to me with my hand. I kept my eyes open this time. I didn't even try to pretend he was someone else. I was feeling affectionate toward him now.

I sucked and licked my dad's flesh lovingly. I put my mouth around his knob and waited for him to start thrusting in me.

Instead, he guided my hand to his shaft. "Stroke me like this while I'm in your mouth Sweetie. That will make me cum quick," he explained.

"Okay Daddy," I did as he told me to, sucking and licking his head while stroking his shaft.

After a time, he asked, "Are you ready for something different Sweetie?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to Daddy," I said nervously.

He hooked his hands under my arms and pulled me to the side, to the edge of the bed. "Hang your head over the edge here Sweetie."

I did, looking upside-down at his cock. "Like this Daddy?"

"Yes Sweetie. Now open wide."

My dad gently slid his dick into my mouth. He held it there and talked to me kindly, but still in his fatherly tone, teaching me and guiding me one step at a time. My dad taught me to open my throat by yawning. He talked to me like he was teaching me to drive a car. But, he was also gentle this time, just like he said he would be. Before going deeper he would always ask me first and wait for my muffled, "hmm-hmm," then he would slide himself in just a tiny bit at a time. He took it out to let me breath, and put back in, a little deeper each time.

I felt safe with him this time. He didn't let me choke or feel uncomfortable. Sometimes I hate it when my dad takes control. It makes me feel like I'm a little girl again. But, now I felt different, I wanted him take over and guide me. I wanted to let him—let him do it to me. It made feel close to him again. It felt like he cared about me, even though he was so grossly taking advantage of me.

Once, I felt comfortable with him in my throat, he taught me to swallow on him, giving him pleasure. I did.

He played with my boobs then as I swallowed on his cock. I didn't mind anymore. My dad groping me, his erection in my mouth, in my throat, it was okay. I gave in—accepted it. I was totally turned on by it. Once I admitted that to myself, it actually felt good to me. Justin's insult didn't bother me now. If my dad's cock wasn't down my throat, I would have laughed out loud.

I felt my dad cum in my throat. He sighed with relief. As he pulled out, I tasted cum.

Still looking at him upside down over the edge of my bed, "Do you love me Daddy?"

"Yes Misty."

"I know Daddy. Tomorrow, you'll do what I want though."

"Yes Misty."

He kissed my mouth wetly before he left me alone in my old room.

I pleasured myself alone in the dark, thoroughly enjoying the intense waves of pleasure. It was definitely true, there could be no more denial—I was turned on by it all—I liked it.



A Daughter's Love Ch. 03



I don't know why, but I slept like a lamb that night. Somehow, against all reason, it just felt right.

The night before had been beautiful. My daughter came to me mad and crying. I had been feeling guilty, but somehow, we made our peace and we found each other again. I felt so bad when she told me she wanted me to get over her mother's death and be with her again. I wanted to make it all up to her.

I never imagined I would make it right by cumming down her throat, but it sure felt good at the time.

Now, in the bright light of morning, I had second thoughts. By all accounts it is wrong to teach your daughter to deep throat. Sure, she wanted to at the time, but how will she feel about it when she wakes up? Even if she isn't angry at me, she will undoubtedly tell her therapist. Her therapist will call the police and next thing you know, my picture will be on the front page of the paper. "Local Degenerate Sodomizes Daughter, Prosecutors Vow Harsh Punishment."

Dread and guilt weighed on me like heavy stones. I couldn't get up to face the reality of what I had done. I had perverted my little girl. Even though she was an adult, I wondered if she would be permanently harmed by what we had done. Would she have Posttraumatic Stress Disorder because she sucked her old man's cock? Would she have to take anti-depressants and talk to a psychiatrist? So, I lay on my back and ruminated.

I heard Misty get up. I heard her shuffle toward my door. I tried to psychologically brace myself, expecting her to burst through, yelling at me. She will pound away at my face with her little girl fists . . . but, I remembered, she's an adult now, and plays tennis, and she'll probably bruise my face. I'll have two black eyes, maybe even a broken nose.

The door cracked. "Daddy, are you awake yet?"

"Yeah, Misty, are you . . . are you okay?"

Misty rushed in and jumped on my bed. She was wearing her old pink pajamas from when she was in high school. She must have got them out of her old childhood dresser in her room. "Am I okay?" She straddled me and pushed at my chest with her hands. "Are you serious? I love you so much Daddy and I looove your cock!" She rubbed herself over my groin as she said it. "Daddy, I will suck your cock every single day if you'll get over your stupid depression and be with me again. I will. I really really will." She came down on me and kissed my cheek. Her hand slipped under the blanket and found my dick. She stroked me lovingly and hummed in my ear. I was hard in an instant.

"You aren't mad at me?"

"Don't be silly Daddy.  I haven't had this much fun with you in a long long time. Besides, I like seeing you happy for a change. You looked happy when . . . you know . . . you did your thing in my mouth."

"Yes."

"But, today, I'm not going to be so easy. Today, it's your turn to do something for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well first, sorry, but you kind of stink. So, like, you are going to get up and take a shower."

I frowned.

"Yes you will, and you'll want to. No more moping. That's my first rule. Then we're going to go to the mall and go shopping. You haven't bought any new clothes for like two years, and Daddy, you are way out of style."

"I don't know Princess, I still don't feel ready."

"Oh yes you will." She rubbed my dick faster and whispered in my ear, "do you like it when I suck on your dick Daddy? Do you like fucking me and fucking me in my mouth until you get your cum all inside of me? You like it don't you Daddy?"

"Yes, Princess, I do."

She sat up and dropped my dick. "You can cum in my mouth after you get up and we go shopping. Otherwise, you can just jack off or whatever.

"You don't have to have to do that for me Misty. I never asked--"

"I want to and I'll do what I want," she said getting off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to the mall. If you want to go with me you better get up right now Dad. You aren't going to make me take my clothes off all by myself are you?"

She turned and headed for the bathroom. I jumped out of bed quicker than I had in years. I trotted after her, my sweatpants tented with my raging hard-on.

My daughter stood still and looked up at me as I slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. I opened her top exposing her pert breasts. Her little nipples were hard and dimply.

I slowly pulled the cord of her bottoms and let them drop. I saw my daughter's pussy for the first time. She has the kind of puffy outer lips that hid her little inner lips from view. Her tuft of hair was neatly trimmed.

Misty yanked my sweatpants down, letting my hard-on flop out. She laughed happily.

In the shower, she stood under the water and handed me the soap. She smiled sweetly at me. "Do you want to wash me Daddy?"

My dick was pounding hard. I looked down at my little girl, all grown up, naked and wet, waiting for me to touch her.

I sudsed my hands and pondered her.

Her pointy upturned tits were perfect. I wanted to touch them. They needed to be touched. But, my fear from this morning came back to me. I started rubbing her shoulders with my soapy hands as I questioned whether I should be doing what I was about to do, but at the same time, I knew I was going to do it. My daughter was inviting me to. I could question and doubt all I wanted, but in the end, I knew I could never resist her.

I moved to her tits and caressed her. She felt small in my hands, not what I was used to with her late mother. I pinched her hard nipples, slippery with soap, and she smiled, amused.

I caressed her abdomen, and finding her tuft, I shampooed her naughty hair. I slipped my fingers over my daughter's pussy lips and looked at her for approval.

She smiled at me and grabbed my hard cock. We rubbed each other with gentle moans of encouragement. Unable to resist any longer, I pressed a soapy, slippery finger into my daughter's pussy hole. She inhaled sharply and squeezed on my finger, her eyes closed now. I gently finger fucked her. She sped up her stroking on my dick, focusing on my sensitive head.

I came in a wet explosion on my daughter's stomach. My shower-diluted cum ran down her.

"Did you like that Daddy?"

"Yes Princess, thank you. I love you."

"I love you too Daddy."

* * *

I was in a trance at the mall. It had been ages since I had been in public. Now I was surrounded by people and plenty of young women and girls, but all I could think about was my beautiful sexy daughter, Misty.

I was following behind her from store to store, carrying bags for her. She was wearing skin-tight shorts made of some kind of soft material that just begged to be touched. She wore a spaghetti-strap pink camisole with no bra. She didn't need one. Her tits were patriotically upright. They jiggled gently every time she laughed, and her nipples poked out defiantly, proclaiming her sexual excitement to the world.

I had lost track of time, the way you do in malls. I had been trailing Misty, staring at her ass, all day long it seemed. All I could think about was her body that I had caressed and came on that morning, the feel of her tits in my hands, and the feel of her her love canal squeezing tightly on my finger. She had picked out several whole outfits for me before she started getting stuff for herself. I bought her everything she wanted. I was nursing a hard on the whole time, trying to think of something else, anything else, but my eyes kept going back to my daughter's ass and my mind kept going back to the feel of her pussy on my finger.

Misty came out of the dressing room modeling a short black skirt. She spun around. "What do you think?"

"You look sexy," I said without thinking. I immediately felt the shock of embarrassment and looked around to see if anyone had heard me. Thankfully no one was close by.

Misty stared at me intently. "You really think so Dad?"

"Yes" I said firmly.

She gave a little half-hearted laugh and looked at me sideways before she went back behind the curtain.

She was enjoying this. I could see that much. I stood there looking at her feet under the curtain, watched as she dropped the skirt to the floor and then pulled her shorts over her feet. My pants bulged. It is a powerful feeling to break through the taboo and just let myself be turned on by my daughter without trying to fight it. I couldn't turn back what I'd done or what I felt. She felt it too, I was sure of it. That gave me a little comfort even though I knew what we were doing was wrong.

Misty insisted I take her out to a nice restaurant. I went with it. I was not going to deny her anything on this day.

She changed into her new skirt and blouse in the bathroom. She came back to the table glowing radiantly. I ordered a bottle of pinot gris. We shared an appetizer of oysters. I insisted she order a wildly expensive dinner. She protested at first, but then a huge smile broke out on her face, and she gave in.

We talked about her life. The life I had missed out on over the last two years--school, her friends, the dance class she took, her boyfriend. It was over with him now, she insisted.

We didn't talk about the dead, my lost wife, her lost mother. Neither of us said a word about my depression.

It was nice. She seemed happy--happier then I'd seen her in a long long time.

After dinner we went to the movie theater. She picked the movie; some kind of vampire romance. We sat at the back with a bucket of popcorn. She cuddled against my shoulder and held my hand tightly.

At the first sex scene, she looked up at me with a smirk. I felt her pull at my hand. I let her guide me to the hem of her new mini-skirt and up. I felt the inside of her smooth young thigh. I found her pussy lips devoid of panties.

My large hand was snug between her thighs. I caressed her mound the way I once caressed the baby Misty's bald head, not so long ago. From newborn to woman, she has always been the love and light of my life. How could I have withdrawn from her for so long? I kicked myself internally. But, Misty knew me, and now I realized how much she really loved me. She was bringing me back to her. Back to life. Back to love.

I pressed the tip of a finger between her lips. Her legs parted a little. She gave out a subtle moan of approval. She was sticky and slick, letting me slip in easily. For the second time in her life, and in the same day, I finger fucked my daughter.

My thumb found her little button while I probed her with my middle finger.

I could see her eyes half closed in the flickering light. The corners of her mouth turned up.

My crotch was tight as my impending hard-on struggled against my jeans.

I squeezed my thumb and finger together, pressing down on her clit and up on the front of her warm love canal.

Her whole body shuddered next to me and little high pitch rhythmic noises escaped her. As I pressed hard against her special spots. Her hips moved as she pushed back against my pressure. She rubbed her clit against my thumb in accelerating movements. She gripped hard on my arm.

"Oh Dad . . . oh Dad . . . Oh Daddy . . ." she moaned under her breath.

I squeezed her tender spots even harder and loud squeak escaped her mouth suddenly and seemed to echo across the theater. It was a quiet point in the movie.

Her hand gripped hard on me. "Oh God, Daddy. Stop. Please stop," she pleaded softly in my ear.

I let her pull my hand out and guide me up to her mouth where she wrapped her lips around my middle finger and sucked her glistening girl honey off. I saw her grin at me in the dark.

She took a single kernel of popcorn between her thumb and forefinger. She showed it to me and with a flourish, her hand disappeared up her skirt between her open thighs.

Her grin grew even wider. "Are you hungry Daddy?" she whispered in my ear.

I hesitated unsure, but wanting to please her. I thought of the usher.

"I want you to eat it Daddy. You know, with your tongue. Eat it out of me. Don't you want to Daddy?"

She sounded disappointed in me. It was more than I could bear. I nodded silently; I wasn't going let my little girl feel ashamed of her generous offer. Without anymore uncertainty, I climbed down onto the floor in front of her, on my knees and between her open legs.

She lifted her skirt for me. It was dark and I could not see much but I moved forward until my cheeks pressed against my daughter's thighs. I inhaled the heavy musk of her naked sex. Gingerly, my tongue found her dainty pussy lips. She was burning hot against me. I pressed my lips against her vertical lips in an incestuous kiss and slipped my tongue into her warmth.

Misty hid my head under her skirt and hugged my cheeks with her soft thighs.

I lovingly licked my girl's pussy as she desired of me. I flicked her clit. I lapped her labia. I sank my tongue deep inside of her.

Her fingers tangled in my hair.

After an eternity of giving my daughter my oral love, I found the popcorn with my tongue and fished it out. My dick was like an iron rod in my pants when I finally emerged from under her skirt. I smiled at her with the soggy but precious popcorn kernel between my teeth.

"How are you doing Daddy?" she whispered with concern. She reached to my crotch as got back in my seat. She rubbed me groped at my hard-on. "Oh my, you really love me don't you Daddy?"

"Yes Princess."

"Do you want me to help with that Daddy?"

"There's people Honey."

"I'll be quiet Daddy. Do you want to cum in my mouth now?"

"We better stop before someone sees us Princess." But she was already unzipping me and I did nothing to stop her.

"I'll make you feel better Daddy," she exclaimed as she pulled my naked boner through my open fly.

And then my daughter, my loving loving daughter, leaned over in went to town sucking my dick right there in the theater. I looked up at the movie without paying attention to it as she pushed her mouth all the way down my giant throbbing dick.

I had a guilty moment of pride that Misty had learned to deep throat so quickly and easily. Yes, I had taught her to just the night before and it only took one lesson. Now I was sitting here and she was swallowing my rock hard dick with ease as if she'd done it a hundred times.

I came in her in seconds, an explosion of ecstasy in my daughter's throat. She swallowed and swallowed letting me finish my last trailing spurts before coming up for air.

She kissed me full on the lips right then and I tasted my cum on her mouth. It may seem strange after everything else, but it shocked me when my daughter pushed her cum covered tongue into my mouth. After my initial surprise, I gave in to our moment of intimacy and pleasure, kissing her back in equal measure.

Then the strangest thing of all happened. Neither of us said a word, but we made-out like two teenage kids in the theater who never learned the proper order of things. We kissed, we necked and we fondled each other with a sudden passion. It was as if we had discovered each other for the first time. I don't know why it happened. I think she was as surprised as I was. I do know my daughter loves me and I want to love her back just as much. She deserves it. She's the best little girl in the world even if she's not a little girl anymore.



A Daughter's Love Ch. 03



Elise Michaels couldn't believe this was happening. Not to her. She was a good person. Why would this happen to her? The limousine sped down the highway toward Microprose, Incorporated. It was three in the afternoon. Her father would probably be in a meeting. She wasn't looking forward to this confrontation. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe their careers and their lives could still be salvaged.

She knew she was already too late when the driver drove in the large driveway and saw all the reporters standing outside blocking her way to the front door. Damn it! She put on her pair of one hundred dollar sunglasses and tucked her long hair into her pink baseball cap. 

"Please let the press be here for some other reason." She whispered to herself as she quickly got out of the car trying to ignore the flashes of the cameras and the random questions from reporters.

She could barely hear the questions and was grateful. She couldn't have answered them now even if she wanted to. She had no idea how to fix this mess. Francine Carver had ensured no one would believe her if she protested.

She hurried past Barry, the heavyset security guard who was talking to two women she knew were notorious gossips. 

"I can't believe he'd fuck his own daughter."

"He's probably doing it to get a promotion. It's a well known fact old man Culver has been married for twenty years to his daughter."

"Come on." Barry chuckled. "Have you seen her? I'd fuck her even if she was my daughter."

Elise felt her stomach churn and tears fill her eyes as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. This was a frickin' nightmare! There was no way her father was going to forgive her for this. Absolutely no way. 

The elevator reached her father's floor too soon to her mind. She had no idea what she was going to say. Her heart ached painfully. Her father was her best friend. It had been the two of them since her mother had left when she was five years old. She couldn't lose him. 

She stepped onto the floor hoping no one recognized her, relieved when she saw no one was around, and she quickly headed to her father's office. She opened and closed the door quickly locking the door behind her so no one would interrupt them. Her father sat behind his desk; his head in his hands. The jacket of his black pin striped suit was hanging on the back of the chair. The sleeves of white button down shirt were rolled up to the elbow. 

"Dad?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

She took off her sunglasses and baseball cap putting them on one of the leather chairs in front of his desk as she approached him. He let out a sound that was between a sigh and sob. He held up one finger. 

Elise stopped where she was tears pouring down her face. This wasn't fair. He didn't deserve this. God damn, Francine! Her father took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at her. A hurt, confused, worried look was on his face; his deep blue eyes were filled with tears.

"Why?" He whispered as he wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"Dad..." Elise began.

"Why in the hell would you say we are sleeping together?" His voice raised angrily and he stood up quickly.

Elise took a deep breath and prayed he would understand.

"I didn't exactly say..."

"They have you on fucking tape, Elise!" He roared. "They play it over and over and over again! It's the only thing anyone in the office can talk about!"

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded, Dad!" Elise argued back, her own temper rising. "Francine Carver invited me out to lunch to celebrate my winning the RWA Romance Writer of the Year award. I had no idea she had recorded our conversation. I didn't just blurt out I fuck my father!"

"You said..." He started pacing back and forth.

"What I described was a fantasy." Elise swallowed hard. "Francine admitted she had been having dreams of having sex with her father. I assured her most girls do. She actually went so far as to describe her fantasy which was more than a little disturbing let me tell you. She asked if I had ever had such a dream and I'm sorry but you are a very attractive man and I had a fantasy, one little fantasy, when I was in high school. She asked me to describe it since she had; the way she had and that is what was released to the public."

Silence descended. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Her father continued pacing; a frown on his handsome face. Elise sighed and watched him as he paced.

He was six foot five inches in height with broad shoulders and large muscular arms. His chest was just as muscular and toned tapering down to his waist. He worked out every morning rain or shine. He'd made one of the guest bedrooms into his gym. Most people thought he was younger than his fifty years. 

His face was rugged and soft as the same time with aristocratic, patrician features that reminded her of the dark warrior lords she created as the heroes in her romance novels. His eyes were a piercing blue that sometimes made her feel as if he could see into her soul. 

He had wavy, dark black hair; a shade darker than her own interspersed with patches of gray. He had a broad forehead, large neatly spaced eyebrows, a long slightly pointed nose, and firm thin lips. He was always clean shaven. He'd never worn a beard. He had always said he hated them. 

In high school, she had felt cursed to have such a handsome man for a father. It was all any of the girls in her school could talk about. How muscular he was. How large his arms were. What did he look like in a bathing suit? Did he wear boxers or briefs? How big was his dick?

And they had actually asked her all these questions. She had always responded with disgust and she had been, but it hadn't stopped her from noticing certain things. A burgeoning curiosity had bloomed and filled her until she had to know. She had even gone so far as to measure her father while he was sleeping. She had been impressed when she had studied it. She hadn't dared touch him, but she had been curious. 

That was when she had started fantasizing about him. Every night for six months she would dream he came to her in the middle of the night. He'd kiss her like she had seen men kiss the women they loved on the television shows she watched. She had dreamed of him touching her; caressing her in ways a father was never meant to touch his daughter. She had woken up gasping for air every night; had touched herself for months upon waking every night.

Alec stared at his daughter in frustration. He was torn between protecting her and what he had been ordered to do by his bastard of a boss. If he succeeded, she would hate him forever. If he didn't do as he was asked, her writing career was over and so was his job as well as his reputation and respectability.

Culver was a bastard. He pulled at and rearranged the strings of people's lives until they danced for him like a puppet. Culver was watching them right now.. He had forced him to sign a paper stating he could never tell her they were being set up. 

Damn Culver!

She was an attractive woman. She was five foot eleven inches in height with a slender, petite waist. Her face was soft, round, and angelic. It was perfect; flawless from her delicate forehead to her perfect shaped eyebrows, her pert nose, her full, luscious lips, and her stubborn chin. 

Long dark hair fell in graceful waves to her waist. She wore a tight black peasant top that accentuated the outline of her large, round breasts. More than enough to fill a man's hand. Her tight jeans showed how firm her ass was. But damn it she was his daughter. He had never thought of her in that way. And now he not only had to think of her that way but he had to...he couldn't say it much less think it.

"You have no idea what this has caused." Alex bit out angrily playing his part to perfection using his anger at Culver.

"I tried to call you." Elise wiped the tears from her cheeks only to have them replaced with fresh tears. "I came right over when I found out. Leslie is trying to figure out some way to fix it."

"There is no way to fix this, Elise." Alec sat back down on his black leather swivel armchair with a sigh trying to ignore the pain in his heart. "More damage has been done by this than you know."

Elise walked over to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He sighed and grabbed her by the waist pulling her to him so she couldn't see the pain in his eyes. He rested his head against her stomach. She had always been able to see more than he wanted her to see.

"I heard some things when I was on my way up." She said softly. "Is Culver what you mean?"

"Yes." He said, after a moment, closing his eyes knowing he was going to hell for what he was about to tell her. He looked up at her; knew she could see the pain and torment in his eyes. 

"It sounded like he would understand about the situation." 

"He more than understands the situation." Alec smiled wryly and he leaned back in his chair. "He approves. He thinks its true."

"You didn't...?" Elise stared at him in shock.

"I couldn't." He shook his head at her. "He played what you'd said for me. I was in shock and I figured there was a reasonable explanation. He took my silence as admission. Everyone here knows he is married to his daughter. Hell, he has children by her."

"I don't understand..." Elise began, feeling a ball of ice forming in the pit of her stomach.

"My job is on the line now, Elise." Alec wanted the words out. God damn, Culver. "If he finds out it's not true, I'll be fired without pay and without severance."

Don't worry, Alec. I'll tell you what to say. Either way it won't be you lying to your daughter. It will be me.

This is wrong, Culver. My relationship with my daughter is not like that. 

By the time I'm done, your relationship with your daughter will be.

Elise let out a little cry and took a step back. Fired? After all the years he had put in. The countless hours he had spent working himself practically to death not worth a damn because he had a normal relationship with his daughter? 

"What...what do we do?" She let out a shaky sigh. 

"I don't know." Alec whispered, softly as he stood up and walked to her, praying she wouldn't fall for it. "I just don't know, baby."

She allowed him to gather her into his arms. She closed her eyes and sighed as she wrapped her arms around his waist. 

"I hate Francine." She murmured.

"She's off my Christmas list." He chuckled sadly. 

Culver's secretary, Charlotte, buzzed him on the intercom. He reached over and pressed a button, knowing the moment was upon him. Culver had sent everyone else home hours ago.

"Yes, Charlotte." 

"Mr. Culver is on his way down to see you."

He stiffened. That was the sign. Elise could feel his heart race in his chest. 

"Thank you, Charlotte."

He pressed the button again. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and let out another deep sigh. He couldn't do it. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't do this to her. She was a sweet, wonderful, imaginative woman who went out of her way to help out other people. He couldn't use her in this way. 

"Goodbye job." He said to himself.

Elise frowned and stepped back from him. 

"Why goodbye job?" She asked, her eyes searching his.

"He's probably coming down because he heard you were here." Alec replied with a sad smile. "The man has eyes and ears everywhere. He's probably coming to see if its true. To see if he can catch us in the act."

Alec knew the truth. There was an office cam in every office including his. 

"What would we have to do to convince him?" 

Alec stared at her for a long moment. She couldn't be serious. 

"Elise..."

"What would we have to do?" Elise became more and more determined with each passing second. "Francine has already destroyed my life. I won't let her destroy yours."

"It's...he...rumor has it he has sex with his daughter anywhere and everywhere. I guess he'd have to walk in on us doing something." Alec replied, dumbfounded.

"Fine."



A Daughter's Love Ch. 04



Elise ran her fingers through her long hair and let out a nervous breath before taking off her black peasant blouse. The bra underneath was black lace. In a way, she couldn't believe she was going to do this. In another, there was no choice. Alec stared at her in shock as she unbuttoned his shirt, tugging the tail ends out of his pants. 

"Elise..." His voice was soft. He couldn't believe she would do this for him. Her light blue eyes met his. She smiled and placed a hand on the side of his face.

"You've taken care of me and protected me my entire life." She said just as softly. "Let me protect you now."

She leaned up and kissed him before he could protest. It wasn't the kiss a daughter normally gave her father. They watched each other as she lightly brushed her lips with his; her tongue sneaking out to trace his lips. Alec let out a shaky breath before he pulled her closer to him deepening the kiss. His tongue entered her mouth mingling with hers; both of them exploring, finding, learning. 

He let her push the shirt off his shoulders; letting the garment fall to the floor. She traced and memorized the contours of his muscular chest running her fingers around his male nipples. 

Elise closed her eyes losing herself in the moment; trying not to think of him as her father, but as Alec Michaels, successful entrepreneur. Alec pulled her more tightly to him and turned her so she was backed against the desk. 

Her body trembled with...fear or anticipation...she couldn't tell. She suspected he was feeling the same way. He was shaking almost as badly as she was. A feeling she hadn't expected welled up overwhelming her. Desire, lust, passion...her arms wound around her father's neck threading in his hair pressing her body closer to his.

Alec moaned against her mouth and began grinding his body against hers. He couldn't believe how good she felt. He couldn't believe he was doing this with his own daughter. That he could desire his own flesh and blood. He was rock hard. Harder than he had ever been in his life. This wasn't right. How could he want her as badly as he could feel himself now wanting her? She was his daughter. He had never thought of her in this way. So what the fuck was this? 

Elise could feel his erection which only served to fuel her own desires. She felt like she was on fire. Her movements matched his. Alec ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts. Elise gasped through the kiss. He gently kneaded and caressed her breasts rubbing her nipples through her bra. It was her turn to moan against his mouth. 

"God, baby." Alec whispered against her mouth. 

He placed a kiss on the side of her mouth, running his tongue along her jaw, trailing wet hot kisses down her neck. Elise's head fell back. Her eyes closed; her mouth opened slightly. His arms slid around her body. In one swift move, he unsnapped her bra. Elise felt the straps down her arms until it was gone completely.

"You're so beautiful." Alec murmured as he took one breast in her mouth while cupping and caressing the other.

Elise couldn't believe the sensations flooding through her. Her breasts had never felt so sensitive, so full and heavy. She'd had men before but hadn't felt anything close to what she was feeling now. Unable to resist, she slid her hands down her father's washboard stomach and unbuckled his belt. She felt an answering shudder go through him. He suckled her breast harder groaning as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They fell down his legs to his ankles unceremoniously. 

He wore blue silk boxer shorts. His cock strained against the soft fabric almost as if it were reaching for her. She took him in her hand and stroked him lightly, gently through his shorts as he fondled her breasts.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good." Alec whispered, his breaths coming hard and fast.

His hips moved against her hand as she stroked and caressed his long length. Elise's mind wouldn't work properly. Wasn't Carver supposed to be here right now? Was he giving them more time? She couldn't find the presence of mind to care. 

His daughter was stroking his cock. And it felt fucking wonderful. Alec could feel his cock glisten with pre-cum. He hadn't imagined being able to feel anything like this. Never in his entire sexual life had he ever felt anything close to this. His hands left her breasts and slid down her body while he laved her breasts with his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around the hard peak of her nipple as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down until they fell down to her ankles.

Alec's mouth left her breast and he stared at her in shock. She wasn't wearing any underwear. His eyes widened. When in the hell had this started? Thank god, he hadn't known it before. He didn't know if he could have handled this situation the way he had with that knowledge.

In a haze like fog, Elise knew she probably should have told him she didn't wear underwear unless she had her period. He crouched down until he was at face level with her neatly trimmed pussy. He helped her remove her sneakers so she could step out of them. 

Elise's heart hammered in her chest as he pushed her back till she was sitting on his desk. She couldn't believe she was sitting on the edge of her father's work desk completely naked. Her breaths came in panting gasps. She knew what was coming and god help her, she wanted it. 

Neither of them had wanted or expected it to go this far. A part of her wanted to protest. This was her father. He wasn't supposed to know her in this way. She wasn't supposed to know him in this way. The other part, the part that had been awakened in high school by the questions of inquisitive friends, rejoiced in it. This is what she had been waiting for. This is what she had wanted, desired, for so long. He was making her fantasy come true. He placed her legs on his shoulders and traced her nether lips lightly with his fingers. 

"Mmm." She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

She felt like her body was on fire. Her arms shook as she leaned back on the desk; her head fell back her long hair gently brushing the top of his desk. His tongue followed his finger tracing the same path.

"Daddy." She gasped, feeling as if she couldn't breathe. Her lungs seized. Her mind spun. Daddy? She hadn't called him Daddy in years. It made it more thrilling somehow. More real. She was having sex with her father. She was going to allow her father to fuck her.

"You're so wet." Alec murmured as he parted her folds exposing her clit. Every part of his body throbbed. God, he wanted her so badly. "Do you want me, baby? Do you want daddy to lick your pussy?"

"Yes." She whispered, unable to do anything more.

"Beg me." Alec's voice was hoarse and strained. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't believe she was letting him do this.

Elise opened her eyes and leaned up to look down at him. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. Culver was here. Somewhere Culver was watching what they were doing. Somehow her father knew it. 

"Lick my pussy, daddy." She begged, breathlessly. "Please lick my pussy."

Alec's eyes darkened. His breathing grew labored. She was really going to go through with this. He would have stopped if she had asked him. He had expected her to ask him to stop; to be unable to go this far. 

His baby girl was going to let him fuck her. It hit him then the amount of love she must have for him. He felt humbled and unworthy of so much love. Yet he needed no further encouragement. He was too selfish. He was enjoying this too much to do the right thing. He settled down to feast.

"HOLY SHIT!" Elise shrieked as her head fell back and her hips bucked up moving against her father's mouth. "OH FUCK!"

Her father grunted and penetrated her with his first two fingers. Elise writhed on the desk folders, papers, pens, and pencils fell to the ground. Neither of them could care. They were lost in each other. 

"You like that, baby?" Her father blew on her clit as two of his fingers penetrated her pussy and moved harder, faster, deeper in and out of her. 

"OH FUCK!" She screamed. "OH YES!"

Her breaths came in short quick pants. She knew she was going to cum soon. She could feel herself getting closer, oh so close to the edge. His mouth returned to lavish torture upon her swollen flesh driving her crazy. 

His mouth left her just as she was about to cum. She whimpered in protest. He smiled seductively. There was a light in his eyes that hadn't been there before. Alec pulled down his boxers, his cock springing forth, letting them fall to his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes, pants, and boxer shorts. 

He leaned down and kissed her in a way she had never been kissed before. It stole her breath away. He rubbed some of her juice on his cock before he brought her legs around his waist and penetrated her with one quick thrust. Elise screamed. She buried her head in her father's neck holding him close to her as he thrust slowly into her. He filled her in a way she had never been filled; stretched the walls of her pussy more than they ever had been stretched.

"You feel so good." Alec said loudly. "Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good."

"Oh yeah." Elise agreed, laying back down on the desk. "Fuck me harder. Oh, daddy. Fuck me harder."

Alec thrust his cock into her harder and faster. His balls slapped against her as he fucked her. He panted loudly; his heart felt like it was pounding a mile a minute. 

"You like fucking your daddy, baby?" He growled, rotating his hips making her scream louder and louder as he hit her g-spot again and again. "How hard do you want it, Lisey? How hard do you want daddy to fuck you?"

"Hard." She panted, her hips moving in time with his. "So fucking hard. Break me! Break me!"

With a loud possessive roar of his own, he pumped into her hard enough to shake the desk. She shrieked unable to think, unable to feel anything but him inside her. His long hard cock. His long hard thick nine inch cock. 

It was better so much better than the fantasy. Her breaths came in sobbing gasps. She felt more for him than she had ever felt for any man. Tears poured down her cheeks. She could feel herself flying through the universe, and racing toward the sun. 

Their bodies were slick with sweat as he thrust into her again and again. The only sound in the room was the sound of their moans and heavy breathing; the slapping sound of his balls against her ass. 

"Oh God, Lisey." Alec's voice was deeper, huskier. "Fuck." 

"YES!" She screamed as she finally crested over the peak and into the fire. "OH FUCK! OH DADDY! OH FUCK! YES! YES! YEEEEEESSSS! DADDY!"

She came hard. Her body shuddered and convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. 

"OH LISEY! OH BABY! OH GOD! OH SWEET BABY JESUS! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"

She felt his body shudder as he came inside her. She could feel his seed flood her womb. Alec thrust into her one last time before her collapsed on top of her. Elise couldn't move. All of her muscles were relaxed. He felt heavy on top of her, but it was a good type of heaviness. She ran her fingers through her father's sweat damp hair and kissed the top of his head.

Sleep claimed her before she could think to protest. Alec straightened up and withdrew from her. He put on his clothes and reached down to gather up hers. He fondled and caressed her body as he dressed her smiling sadly at the little moans and gasping pants she issued forth. He hadn't been able to resist going down on her again. She tasted so good. Like sweet honey. He'd made her writhe and thrash and moan even though she was unconscious. He had soared with her. He'd cum in his pants when he made her climax again.

She slipped deeper into unconsciousness. She slipped more away from him. Nothing would ever be the same between them again. Tears filled his eyes as he tied her sneakers the last step in dressing her. 

He picked her up like he used to and cradling her to his chest he sat down in his leather swivel chair aware of the tears pouring down his cheeks; making no move to hide them. He felt her loss keenly. He held her close knowing he would never be able to hold her like this again. 

"That was quite a performance." Culver smiled smugly, his arms crossed over the wide expanse of his chest. "I told you she would do it. A daughter knows nothing but loyalty for her father. She will do anything to keep him from harm."

"Fuck you, Culver." Alec glared at his boss angrily. "She should never have been subjected to this. I shouldn't have been made to jump this hoop in order to get a promotion I deserve based on the work I have done for this company for the last thirty years."

"True." Culver nodded his head in agreement. "But it wouldn't have been as much fun. Don't deny you enjoyed it. You fucked her all too willingly. She did too for that matter. The fantasy she told Francine about was too detailed for her not to have thought about it over and over and over again. You have the promotion. Congratulations, Vice President."

"I don't know if it was worth it." Alec whispered as he brushed the hair away from her face. "I don't know if it was worth what I lost."

"Don't be so maudlin." Culver smiled knowingly. "In order to be a productive member of the board of directors, I need your unquestioning loyalty. You must be able to do as I say when I say it. Your only love has to be the company. The company always has to come first. In a few weeks, we will hold a press conference saying the tape is bogus, but for both your sakes' considering the subject matter and its possible effect on the company's reputation you are no longer going to have anything to do with your daughter. She'll accept it. She'll be so ashamed she'll have no choice. Soon you'll see you have gained more than you lost."

Alec knew Culver was wrong. His daughter hadn't deserved to be put in a position like this. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than someone like him who would allow their daughter to be used. Culver was right. He would distance himself from his daughter. He would make sure she couldn't be hurt like that again. 

"The limousine I sent will take her home." Culver nodded toward as she moaned starting to wake up. 

Alec nodded his understanding. Culver smiled smugly before he turned and walked away. Alec stood up still cradling her protectively in his arms. 

"Daddy." She murmured with a sweet sigh, wrapping her arms around his neck as she slowly came to. 

"Yes, baby." He replied, his voice hoarse with emotion. 

She lifted her head from its place on his shoulder and looked around groggily as he carried her to the elevators. She frowned as if trying to remember where she was, how she had gotten here, and why he was carrying her. He knew the moment she remembered what they had done in his office. A look of shock and horror appeared on her face. Alec saw it and inwardly cringed.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He whispered as he stepped out into the lobby. "I shouldn't have let it go that far."

The press would be gone he knew. They had only been here as part of the setting Culver had staged. The limo was right where it had been.

"It wasn't only you." She protested when he set her on her feet. "It was me too."

"Still you did it for me..." Alec began.

"Dad." Elise said sternly, pressing her fingers to his lips. "It happened. It's over. We'll get through this. We can talk about it when I come up in a couple of weeks."

It was something she did every year to ensure they stayed as close as they always had been. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and shook his head solemnly.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Alec let out a sad sigh. "We shouldn't be alone with each other for a while. I think distance is best."

"Dad, I won't be able to come up for two or three weeks." Elise stared at him with those astute, observant eyes. "I'm finishing my novel. Two or three weeks should be enough time to get ourselves under control and look at things rationally."

"No, Elise." Alec said sternly.

"Dad..." Elise felt a cold ball of fear settle in her stomach. 

"I said no, Elise!" Alec shouted now clenching and unclenching his fists. 

"Dad..." She whispered, tears falling down her cheeks. She could see the defeated look in his eyes. "Don't let him do this to us. Please."

"It's too late, Lisey baby." He whispered back. "It's already been done."

He turned her and helped her into the limousine. He shut the door and went back into Microprose without looking back. Elise screamed and cried hysterically wondering how things could have gone so wrong. Her father was the most important person in her entire life. 

She tried to think rationally; tried to see beyond the cloud of confused emotions stirring inside of her. Culver could not be allowed to win. In a couple of weeks, they would talk and everything would go back to the way it was. She would not lose her father. He was everything to her. If she did, she didn't know if she would survive it.



A Daughter's Love Ch. 05



Elise threw herself into her work. She kept the television on. Microprose held press conferences weekly. She had always suspected it was her father's boss' way of keeping attention on himself.

"I'd like to shower some attention on him." She bit out as she typed "The End".

It had taken her less time than she had thought to finish the book. She was about to call Leslie when she heard a pounding on her door. For a moment, her heart skipped. Had her father come to his senses? She hadn't talked to him in three weeks. Three very long weeks. 

She had tried not to dwell on the aspect of their relationship she had discovered; the intense, mind-shattering pleasure she had experienced at the hands of her father. It was too confusing. Too unsettling. She felt as if she had surrendered more of herself than she had wanted to; something she should have surrendered to someone other than her own flesh and blood. 

She had told Leslie everything including the conversation she had heard between Culver and her father when she was just coming around. Leslie had, at first, been shocked. She had held her through her tears and cursed Culver to hell and back. 

Elise had been grateful for Leslie's strength. Leslie was the perfect combination of business mixed with great fashion sense. She always wore suits by all the top designers. At six foot, she was tall for a woman with long lustrous curly red hair she never kept up. It always spilled down around her shoulders. Her moss green eyes always gleamed mischievously as she waited for an adventure to scoop her up. She had a petite slender frame and a perfect beautiful face. 

The only good news Leslie had been able to bring was that she had inadvertently recorded everything Francine had said about setting her up and had discovered that Francine Carver wasn't just Francine Carver. She was Francine Culver. 

Elise suspected it was common knowledge in the workplace but the outside in the real world it was hidden. She knew some of the same people they did and knew no one would have understood or approved of a daughter not only marrying her father but having children by him. Leslie was leaving it up to her to think of a way to use it to their advantage.

"Leslie?" She was surprised. Normally it took a major crisis to get her out of the office. "What are you...?"

Leslie threw herself at her and hugged her tightly. 

"I am so sorry, Elise. I am so very sorry." She murmured.

Elise was too shocked to move. What in the hell was going on now?

"Leslie?" She frowned and looked at her questioningly as she stepped out of her embrace. "What are you sorry about?"

"You don't know." Leslie was shocked. "It's been on every major network, NBC, ABC, and CBS. Culver held a press conference."

Elise took a deep breath and braced herself. She had known this was coming. She had been waiting for it for three weeks.

"That can't be. I've kept the television on every day for weeks." She protested.

Leslie grabbed her arm and stepped inside shutting the door behind her. They both went into her living room and Leslie checked the channel. 

"Wrong station." Leslie checked her watched. "They've been playing it every hour." 

She turned it to ABC just as they were talking about it. 

"Lewis Culver announced this morning that he has made Alec Michaels, Vice-President of Microprose, Incorporated despite the recent scandalous tape where Michaels' daughter romance writer, Elise Michaels, admitted to having an incestuous sexual relationship with him since she was eighteen." The newswoman reported. "Here's a look at this mornings press conference."

"Due to his recognizable sacrifices for the company, I am appointing Alec Michaels as Vice-President of Microprose, an honor he deserves for the dedication he has shown to the company for the last thirty years." Culver smiled arrogantly at the camera.  

"Francine was right about one thing." Elise muttered to herself. "He is a distinguished older man."

Leslie snorted in response.

Elise hadn't expected him to be ugly. Francine was anything but. She could see from his stance where Francine got her arrogance, her ruthlessness, and her cold heart from. She could see the fearless look in Culver's eyes and on his face. He wasn't worried at all that anyone would or could take him down.

He was tall with the face of an aged warrior king and aristocratic features that reminded her of a marble immovable Greek statue. He was stoic and strong. He had broad shoulders and looked to be three inches taller than her father's six foot. He wore a black suit with a matching black tie more suited to a funeral than a place of work. Nothing was out of place despite the windy day. It was almost as if because he thought it nothing could touch him.

She had written villains' like him before and had always made sure they got theirs in the end. She didn't think Lewis Culver would be any different. In fact, if he did what she thought he was going to, (some plots were so predictable), then she was going to make his life a living hell. 

"When I made the decision." Culver continued on. "I decided to look into the allegations made against him by his own daughter and discovered the tape released is nothing but a disgusting edited tape released by a person who will remain unknown who was jealous Ms. Michaels recently received the RWA Romance Writer of the Year award. This person has been dealt with and punished accordingly."

"I'm sure." Elise murmured. 

"I'm sure he's disgusted by something he's secretly doing." Leslie growled angrily.

"Because of the situation and the possible effects on the company, Alec Michaels has graciously agreed to end all contact with his daughter. The situation could not have been created if she had learned to control her mouth."

Elise felt rage fill her. He was blaming her! Her face turned red and she clenched her hands as her father replaced Culver on the podium confirming and agreeing with everything Culver said. The news anchors came back expressing relief that it hadn't been true and chiding Elise for allowing herself to be tricked. 

Her body trembled. She let out a shaky breath. Her father had given in. He had let Culver win. She could set in the determined way his jaw was set, knew he had hardened his heart to everyone and everything around him. She had seen it briefly once before when her mother had turned her back on them and walked out the door before he remembered he'd still had her. 

Leslie watched her carefully; closely. Elise knew she expected her to break down in tears. Leslie knew how close she was to her father. Tears wouldn't come. She was too fucking angry for that. 

"Elise, its okay to grieve for him." Leslie placed a comforting hand on her arm. "You loved him. You offered up yourself to protect him. I don't understand how he could turn his back on you like that after everything you did for him; with him."

Elise could. He was the man with no faith she had written about in her first historical romance. He was resigned to the fact his life was as it was. There was no way back. The world had betrayed him. There was no one who could help him. The only way for him was forward. 

"Culver is the Lord Rian of Glastonbury and my father is Rolf The Conqueror." Elise turned off the television and began pacing.

"Oh." Put in that context, Leslie understood. "What are you going to do now?"

"You still got all that information on Francine and Culver and the tape?" Elise bit out.

"You know I do." Leslie crossed her arms over her chest and eyed her warily.

"Go back to the office." Elise ordered finally turning to her; a determined look much like her fathers' on her face. "Call Sean Parks at Murray, Murray, and Murray. Tell him we're going to war. Tell them I want to sue Francine Carver for one hundred and seventy-six billion dollars.'

"Elise!" Leslie stared at her in shock. "Francine doesn't have that kind of money! Why in the hell would you ask for that amount?"

"Because that is how much Microprose is worth." Elise replied, folding her own arms across her chest. "Francine is legally married to her father. She can easily get the money by liquidating her husband's assets."

Leslie stared at her for a full moment before a broad smile broke out on her face. 

"You are a genius!" Leslie shook her head in awe. "See this is why they made you romance novelist of the year. What made you think of it?"

Elise let out a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves.

"They took from me what was the most important in my life." Elise swallowed the lump in her throat. She couldn't afford to give in to her emotions now. There was too much to do. "What's most important in theirs is power and prestige. That's what gives them the ability to ruin people's lives. Without it, they're nothing."

Leslie gave her a quick hug and hurried to her front door. She turned right before she exited and gave her a quizzical look. 

"What are you going to do?"

Elise smiled and tucked her hair behind her left ear. 

"I have calls to make. Favors to call in."

Leslie blew her a kiss and bounded cheerfully out the door.

Elise turned and headed for the cordless phone in her living room. She glared at the television. Her father would be more hurt by the possible liquidation of the company. She knew another way to hit him below the belt as well. Her mind whirled, thought, considered, and saw the possibilities. She had something much more special planned for Culver and his daughter/wife. Something that would take some time to put in place. She had time. They wouldn't expect a reaction out of her. 

"It's three of you against me now." She whispered to the empty room. "You want a war. I'll give you a war."

* * * * *

Three months later, her plan was put into action on a day she knew the board met regularly. She had paid a lot of money to gather the information. Her contacts had been shocked to hear from her. Their skills weren't of the norm. After she had explained the situation, they had readily agreed to help her.

She entered Microprose followed by the ten lawyers from Murray, Murray, and Murray. Sean strode purposefully behind her easily able to keep up with her long strides. The heels of her stiletto boots clicked on the black and white marble tiles as she made her way to the elevators in the lobby. It had taken a month after the dreaded press conference to put everything in place. She'd planned very carefully. She'd waited an additional two months to give herself an extra advantage. 

She had dressed for war. Her hair hung down past the middle of her back. It had grown in the months since she had last seen her father. She wore a tight black t-shirt that showed all the curves and lines especially the outline of her firm breasts. She could still feel his hands on her. Her body tingled at the thought. She had worn a tight pair of black leather pants which complete the look she was aiming for...ball buster.

In part, it was also to torment her father. She couldn't forget what had happened between them no matter how hard she tried. And she had tried. She burned and yearned for him in a way she had written about but never experienced. She wanted him to suffer as she was. She wanted him to suffer for turning his back on her. They could have gotten through it or talked about it. She had to admit a part of her wanted to explore that part of their relationship further. She had never felt anything close to what she had experienced in his arms. She wanted him to feel the same. She wanted him to look at her, remember, and salivate.

They entered the elevator. She pressed the twentieth floor. The Board Of Directors meeting was always on the twentieth floor in Culver's office. She had done her research well. The doors opened and they stepped out; a queen and her army. Sean placed a hand on her arm as they approached the secretary's desk which sat to the left of the double doors. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He stared at her intently. "Culver is not a man to mess with."

Elise stopped and turned to stare at him.

"I'm not a woman to mess with so we're even there."

Sean had been her lawyer long enough to know. When she wanted to, she could be merciless. He nodded. She continued on. 

"Can I help you?" Charlotte Davis, Culver's secretary asked before she looked up. Elise could tell she recognized her instantly. "Ms. Michaels, you can't be here."

"Be that as it may I am here." Elise arched a brow and gazed coldly at the woman. "Excuse me."

She pushed past her ignoring Charlotte's vehement protests. She threw open the door holding her folder close to her chest and marched straight in with her lawyers following her. 

"What in the hell is this?" Culver shouted angrily as he stood up.

Like puppets, everyone stood when he did. Her father stood glaring at her angrily to his right and Francine practically oozed hatred to his left. The other board members around the large, oval, oak conference table glared at her angrily for interrupting their board meeting.

Culver's five lawyers from Brickman, Brickman, and Coons stood eyeing her ten lawyers warily. She had learned that Culver kept them extremely close which is why she had arrived with hers. 

"You have no right to be here, Elise." Her father's voice was hard and cold. "I have publicly stated that I want nothing more to do with you. We are in the middle of an important board meeting..."

"I know." Elise arched her brow staring just as coldly back at him. "The merger with Lexapro."

She heard gasps of shock and disbelief. Even Culver and Francine looked surprised. Her father was stunned. The merger was Lexapro was being kept hush-hush until it went through. No one outside of this room was supposed to know about it.

"How in the hell...?" Culver began.

"Oh, we'll get to that later." Elise looked over at Sean and nodded her head. "See I wasn't going to come here, but I just had to see the look on your face when you realize exactly what I've done."

"What do mean what you've done?" Culver snarled. 

"Francine Carver." Sean said as he passed Elise and headed toward Francine. He took a folded piece of paper out of the inner pocket of his jacket. "You are hereby notified you are being sued by Ms. Michaels for destroying her relationship with her father for the sum of one hundred and seventy-six billion dollars."

He handed her the paper which was immediately grabbed by Culver's lawyers. They stared at each other grimly as it was passed around. This was no joke. 

"You are expected to appear in court in New York City at ten a.m. January 16th, 2013 to stand before Judge William O'Rourke." Sean said as he made his way back to Elise's side. "Failure to appear will result in a warrant for your arrest."

"You're kidding." Francine smirked and laughed. "You have a sick sense of humor."

"This is all very real, Ms. Carver." One of the lawyers informed her, looking at Culver. "This has already been signed by a judge."

"Yeah, but I don't have one hundred and seventy-six billion dollars." Francine said. "And no judge would give her that amount. Besides you don't have an proof that I had anything to do with the demise of the relationship with your father."

"Actually I do." Elise held out her hand. One of her other lawyers passed her tape player. "You see, you're not the only one who can be deceitful. When I called you the morning you released the tape, I had my agent Leslie on the other line. She listened to the entire exchange and actually managed to record it."

She pressed play on the tape player. She watched the color leech out of her face as every word she had spoken echoed in the now silent room. Elise pressed stop at the end of it. And let the silence stretch. Her father was staring at her as if he had never seen her before.

"I also have proof right here." Elise threw the folder on the table. "That you, Francine Carver are really Francine Louise Culver. I have copies of your birth certificate, your change of name document, and your marriage license all of which prove your true relationship with your father/husband as well as some really interesting pictures."

"Judge O'Rourke is a family man." Sean stepped in. "He considers incest to be the worst sort of perversion; has actually been quite vocal about it. When this information is presented at court, you'll be lucky to keep the shirt on your back much less the children resulting from your union."

Tears poured down Francine's face.

"My child...?" A horrified look appeared on her face.

Elise arched a brow amazed at the possibility she card about something in the world besides herself. It was an interesting notion. 

"I don't..." Her voice cracked as she sat down hard. "I don't have one hundred and seventy-six billion dollars."

"No." Elise nodded her head in agreement. "But that happens to be the exact amount this company is worth. Being as how your husbands assets are joined to yours, Microprose could be liquidated to cover the cost."

Everyone in the room gasped. Culver sat down hard. He suddenly looked very old. He stared into space as if he didn't understand how this could have happened. Alec was beyond stunned. No one else had had the balls to challenge him. Now not only had she, but she was winning. Culver's lawyers looked at each other and shook their heads in dismay. My god. He realized. She could actually pull this off.

"How do you know about Lexapro?" He demanded, a sinking feeling in his gut. 

"You ever heard of Michael Pose." Hannah arched, her brow. "The mystery writer."

Everyone in the room murmured in the affirmative. 

"You ever bother to find out what his real name is?" 

Her question was met with silence.

"His real name is Robert Alistair." She heard everyone's shocked gasp. "I see you've heard of him." 

It was Alec's turn to sit down. Robert Alistair was the vice-president of Lexapro. 

"Bob doesn't need to work, but he does because he enjoys it." Elise continued. "We dated for a few months. He was surprised to find out my father worked for Microprose. We conveniently stayed away from that topic. It was safer. But we remained friends after our relationship ended. I've told him everything. And I mean everything."

She looked pointedly at her father. Alec paled. Good god, she had told him they'd had sex.

"Bob doesn't look kindly on you anymore, Culver." Elise smiled broadly. "In fact, he's left the entire decision in my hands. As you know, Microsoft has been looking to merge with Lexapro for years. One word from me and your deal falls through."

Tears poured down Culver's face. Elise felt triumphant. Who said there was no reward in revenge.

"Why are you doing this?!" Francine screamed. She stood up and slammed her hands hard down on the conference table.

"You took the most important thing in my life from me." Elise gathered up her folder and the tape recorder refusing to be swayed by the other woman's grief. "I intend on taking everything from you. See you in two months."

She turned and watched out the door ignoring her father as he yelled her name. There was such grief and anguish in his voice. She had hit them all where it hurt. She was glad. She had never felt better...or sicker in her entire life. This was not something she had wanted to do, but she couldn't let them get away with what they had done to her. They needed to learn.



A Daughter's Love Ch. 06



The board meeting was called to an end. Everyone left silently, mournfully. The other members of the board were stunned by Michaels' daughters reaction to her father kicking her out of his life. None of their children had reacted in this way. It was just something they accepted; were resigned to.

The lawyers chatted amongst themselves as they walked out the door wondering how to prepare, if there was anyway to prepare; if she would accept a settlement or if she was truly prepared bankrupt Culver.

Finally, Alec, Culver, and Francine were the only people left in Culver's large elaborate office.

"I need a drink." Culver stood up and walked stiffly to the bar on the right side of the room. 

"A drink?" Francine yelled, throwing one of the ashtrays at him; barely missing his head. "We could lose our children and wind up in jail and you want a drink."

"Yes, Francine." He said very softly. "I want a drink."

Francine began pacing back and forth in front of his desk. 

"How did this happen? Everything was planned so carefully."

"Apparently not carefully enough." Culver responded as he tossed back a shot of whiskey. 

"We can't let this happen." Francine whispered. 

With a cry, she fell to the floor and sobbed hysterically. Culver was by her side in an instant. He held her close and rocked her back and forth. 

"Shh, my darling." He crooned. "Shh. It'll be all right. We'll figure out a way to make it all right."

"How?" Francine sobbed. "They're going to take our babies away. How can it be all right?"

"We'll make it that way." Culver whispered. "We always do."

Francine let out a shaky sigh. Assured she was calming down a little, Culver stood and stared intently at Alec.

"Michaels, it's time to prove your loyalty to the company." Culver began imperiously.

Alec shook his head and got up out of his chair. He swallowed hard. He knew his daughter well enough to know she had grouped him with the bad guys. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say.

"I already have." Alec turned to face him; a hard, cold expression on his face. "You asked me to set aside my morals and fuck my daughter; make an innocent young woman's fantasy real, I did. You asked me to end all contact with my daughter because you didn't want anything to be more important than the company because that is all that's important to you. I did. There is nothing more I can do. Nothing more I have to give. I've already given it all."

"You saw her." He continued. "You heard her. She has grouped me with you. I am one of the bad guys. All of us are being punished. She, of all people, knows how long I have worked on getting this merger with Lexapro together. This is my punishment for abandoning her."

Alec turned and walked slowly toward the door. 

"Alec!" Culver's called out in a panicked voice the moment Alec's hand touched the door handle. "Please. There must be something you can do. I'm an old man. I can't lose my family."

Alec turned and shook his head forlornly at Culver. Culver had the same scared, lost look on his face as his wife. Alec was momentarily surprised by how much he didn't care; he couldn't care. 

"I couldn't stand to lose mine, but you didn't care." Alec arched a brow. "Why should I care if you lose yours."

"Please." Culver pleaded. "You're not like me. Please. Don't let her do this."

Alec considered. 

"I have to spend time with her in order to do that and that goes against your edict. I gave her up once. If I go to her to try to convince her to stop this, I'm not giving her up again. She stays in my life and you stay the hell out of ours." 

"Done." Culver nodded in agreement. "Go. Convince her. Please."

Alec sighed and ran his fingers through his dark black hair. 

"I'll see what I can do."

Alec strode to the elevators and pressed the button for the fourth floor. He would go to his office and get his briefcase and any other papers he would need, go home, and think. He wasn't going to go into this without preparation. His daughter hadn't. He'd taught her well. He had to think of the best way to approach her.

His cock strained against his pants. He tried not to remember the way her clothes had molded to her body. He tried to forget the shapely lines and curves. The round fullness of her breasts. Her leather pants had clung to her body like a second skin revealing to his knowing gaze that she hadn't been wearing any panties again. 

Yes, he needed to plan before he saw her again. He definitely needed to plan.

* * * * *

It was two o'clock in the morning and she still couldn't sleep. Elise sat in the living room in the Mickey Mouse nightshirt she'd had since she was twenty; her legs tucked under her as she flicked through the channels.

She felt restless and unhappy. She had celebrated with Sean, the other lawyers, and Leslie. She had taken down a man who had been thought to be untouchable. But that didn't make everything right.

Seeing her father and not being able to be near him had been torture. She had felt his hot gaze on her the entire time. Tears welled up in her eyes. How was she supposed to live her life without him? He had always been there for her. She loved him so much. Those feeling were confused by what had happened between them. She wanted him on a level she had never known before. He hadn't even tried to make things better. He had just left. 

He had given up on her and what whatever they were or could have been whether it was father and daughter or more and joined forces with evil. There could be no other description for Culver and Francine than evil. Pure evil. How else could you describe someone who got off on destroying the lives of others?

A hard knock at the door of her penthouse brought her back to the present and out of her thoughts. She frowned and wiped the tears she hadn't known had fallen from her cheeks. She got up off the couch and headed toward the door. The knock came again more insistent this time. She grabbed the can of mace she always kept by the door. Even in a building like this, it paid to be careful. 

She opened the door and let out a shocked, shuddering gasp. Her father stood in the hallway staring at her forlornly dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

"What are you doing her....?" She began to ask.

Without warning, he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him and covering her mouth with his own. Elise moaned and protested at the same time trying to push him away to no avail as the can of mace fell to the floor from her suddenly limp fingers. She felt her legs weaken as he took, plundered and ravaged her mouth. Her arms wound around his neck on their own. 

She tried to hold herself stiffly but couldn't help responding. Her attraction to him, her desire for him was too intense. Heat flared between them; calling her, beckoning her to join in the dance. 

She moaned again as her tongue mingled with his. He half lifted her, half walked her back into her apartment slamming the door shut and locking it before shoving her against the wall and grinding himself against her. 

He was hard, so fucking hard. Her hips moved against him. God, he felt so good. Her nipples hardened. He tore his mouth from hers and stared at her with an indefinable expression on his face. Both of them were panting and breathless. 

Without a word, he tore off his t-shirt and threw it across the room. He lifted her nightshirt up over her large breasts exposing them and her pussy to his sight. Elise felt hot all over. Her body trembled with anticipation under his intense gaze. She was wet, wetter than she had ever been before. She could feel it dripping down her leg. 

He took her left breast in his mouth and roughly kneaded, caressed, and teased her other breast and sensitive aching nipple with his right hand. His left held up her shirt.

"Mmm." She moaned. "My god, what are you doing to me?"

He growled in answer. It was a primitive, purely animal sound. His right hand left her breast sliding down her stomach until he reached her wet pussy. He cupped her with his hand and rubbing her mons and caressing her clit at the same time. 

"Please." She begged breathlessly as she ground herself against his hand.

Wave after glorious wave of ecstasy washed over her as he attacked all her senses leaving her unable to think, to protest. All she could feel was him. All she could taste was him. All she wanted was him.

Alec hadn't intended this. He had just wanted to talk to her. It had taken time to convince himself to do it. He was always in bed by nine. He had been unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her in the outfit she had worn in the boardroom. He had felt hot all over. His mind had jumped from that to their interlude in his office. The way her long hair had spilled down to hover just above his desk as he tasted her, fucking her with his fingers. 

He had dressed unable to stand the torture his mind was continuously plaguing him with. He had found comfort in anger as the thought she had dressed like that for a reason more than intimidation crossed his mind. 

He hadn't raised her to use to her body to punish men. He had taught her that men had little respect for a woman like that. He had decided there was no time for planning. They had to have it out. He didn't care what time it was. He hadn't left till five minutes before eleven. He hadn't expected his reaction to her to opening the door and the hurt, vulnerable look in her eyes. It had been obvious she had been crying. He hadn't realized he had hurt her that much and cursed himself silently for stupidity. Considering how close they had been, how could he not have known how much it would hurt her. 

Seeing her in that nightshirt, the nightshirt he had bought her years ago, had been his undoing. Something he bought her was covering the body he had made; the body he had taken and plundered; tasted and felt from the inside. He had wanted her too badly to think beyond what he was feeling; to think beyond taking what he wanted. 

He couldn't speak, couldn't think, could only take. He had expected her hesitation; her resistance. She was still mad at him. Any other woman would have done the same. He had felt a moment of male satisfaction when she became pliant in his arms; could sense her becoming more and more lost in the moment until all resistance was gone.

When he had stepped away from her to remove his shirt, he had seen the woman she was; the woman she had been in the board meeting instead of the little girl who had needed his comfort when she scraped a knee. 

This woman was incredible. He shook as he raised her nightshirt; gotten hotter, more determined to have her at the sight of not only her large breasts but her wet exposed pussy. His cock had grown harder than it had ever been. He had seen her juices run down her leg. It drove him wild. 

As he cupped her now, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. Knew she didn't want to wait any longer. He released her and stepped away from her. Her eyes were glazed as she stared at him desire just plainly written on her face as it was on his.

He kicked off his sneakers and unbuttoned his jeans. He took off his jeans and the black silk boxers beneath and kicked them across the room.

"Take off the fucking nightshirt." His voice was hoarse and strained.

A shudder went through her and she did as he ordered. Both of them stood naked in the foyer. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it slowly from the base to the head as he looked at her. 

"You like that, baby?" He murmured as he stroked his cock. "You like looking at my cock?"

"Yes." She said after a moment. 

Pre-cum glistened on the head. He rubbed it all over his long length. Her eyes never left his penis. She stared at it and licked her lips.

"Not now, baby" He smirked knowingly. "I'm too far gone tonight to let you suck my cock."

"What do you want to do to me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I want to fuck you, Lisey." He replied. "I want fuck you hard."

His cock was hard and wet; glistening. It felt so good to have her watch him touch himself knowing she wanted to give him pleasure herself; knowing she wanted to take his long length in her mouth and suck him dry. He could see it in her eyes. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Yes." She moaned. "I want you to fuck me."

"I fulfilled your fantasy, Lisey." He said. "I fucked you hard in my office. I rammed my cock into you and made you come again and again until you passed out. This is my fantasy, Lisey. Lead me to your bedroom. I want to fuck you now."

She took his hand and led him to her bedroom and the large king sized four poster bed. She pulled down the black comforter. She had black silk sheets. She loved silk sheets. Loved the feel of them on her naked body. 

"Get in the middle of the bed, Lisey." 

Alec watched as she crawled onto the bed; to the middle of the bed on all fours. Her pretty pink pussy glistening wet with her juices, proof that she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her, exposed. Alec kept stroking his cock anticipating the moment when he would enter her; fill her. She lay down in the middle of the bed and stared at him for a long moment. 

Alec let go of his cock and climbed in next to her. He pulled her to him until every part of the bodies were touching. They lay there staring into each others eyes feeling the connection, the flames between them; the intense pull of hot desire they couldn't fight. Neither knowing whether they wanted to or could deny this new aspect of their relationship to themselves anymore. 

They hadn't asked for it; hadn't searched for it. Yet it blossomed. This time felt more intense than the last. They were more connected on all levels. He moved his hips back and forth; saw her eyes grow wide as the head of his cock hit her clit again and again. Her breath quickened. Her hips moved to meet him. He grabbed her leg and drew it up until it rested high on his hip opening her more to him. He grabbed his cock and slowly entered her. Her breath caught. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't break the connection. She was aware of him on a level she hadn't before. With anyone. She trembled because he trembled. 

"Do you feel that baby?" Alec whispered. "Do you feel my hard cock inside you?"

"Yes." She panted.

He placed a hand on the side of her face caressing her cheek as they lay side by side; his cock buried deep inside her. Tears welled in her eyes. It was so sweet, so gentle. He drew her face closer to his. The intensity of his gaze left her more breathless than the feel of him inside of her. She felt as if he were searching her soul. She had never felt more vulnerable than at that moment.

Alec realized suddenly as he slowly moved inside of her why he'd come here. He hadn't even realized he had made the decision to show her he loved her. That he would always love her in whatever way possible. 

"I never meant to hurt you, Lisey." 

She felt his breath against her lips. Tears spilled over and down her cheeks. The grief she'd held at bay threatened to overwhelm her.

"You left me." She whispered against his lips.

"No, not in my heart." Tears filled his eyes. "You gave yourself to me to protect me."

She moaned as he rolled his hips hitting her g-spot.

"I gave myself to Culver to protect you." He continued. "I didn't want you in that world anymore. I didn't want Culver to hurt you anymore. I felt it was for the best. I don't care anymore, Lisey. The past few months have been the hardest of my life. I'm here now. I'll be here forever in any way you need me to be whether it be as just a father or like this as your lover if you let me."

"I'd like to believe that you mean it." Elise whispered breathlessly, unsure she could believe him. She had trusted in him so implicitly and he had let her down. "But I don't know how to be sure you aren't doing this to stop me from destroying the Culvers'."

He rolled his hips again. She gasped and whimpered at the intense pleasure that flowed through her. He said he wanted to fuck her hard. Why was he moving so slowly? Why was he drawing this out? Why was he talking now instead of afterward?

"Let me prove it to you, Lisey." Alec's entire body shook. He wanted to slam into her hard and fast, but not yet. He needed to extract a promise from her before he would give both of them what they so desperately wanted. "Promise you will let me prove to you how much I love you."

Elise bit her bottom lip and tried to think which was impossible with him buried so deep inside her. Alec pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her. She barely stifled a scream. 

"Are you going to let me prove it to you?" 

She could feel his body shake; could sense how hard it was for him to hold himself back from her. But still...the past four months without him had been the hardest of her life. She had cried almost every day. She didn't know if she could find a way to get past that.

He did it again. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her. 

"Oh fuck!" She cried out panting hard. "Oh!"

"Are you gong to let me prove it to you?" He asked again.

"I...I...I...don't..." She stammered, barely able to remember how to form words.

He did it once more.

"Oh fuck!" She screeched. "Oh shit!"

"Are you going to let me...?" 

"Yes!" She cried out, her nails digging into his forearms. She needed release. She needed it now. She couldn't take anymore. 

He gently rolled her on her back and grabbing her headboard for support, thrust into her harder and faster than before. The headboard slammed against the wall. The entire bed shook with the force of their lovemaking. The room was filled with their moans and groans; her soft screams, and the sound of his balls slapping hard against her ass. Their bodies grew slick with sweat. Their hearts pounded in unison. 

Elise was unable to believe what she was feeling. She wanted more. More of this. More of him. She didn't know if she would ever be able to stop wanting him in this way. He was making her feel more than any man had ever been able to. A part of her was terrified. Another part of her felt as if this was the way it was supposed to be. Just the two of them. Forever like he'd said.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Alec moaned. "Oh you feel so good."

She moaned something unintelligibly in response.

The primitive caveman part of him he'd never known was there rejoiced. Yes! He was fucking her senseless. Fucking them both senseless. His heart swelled in his chest. His mind wouldn't let him think of her as his daughter right now. 

All he saw was the confident, self-assured woman who had done what no one else had dared to do. She had found a way to take down Culver. She had stared Culver down. She hadn't quivered in fear or hesitated. Culver had tried to make her weak; had underestimated her. What she had done in the conference room he now understood had been her way of saying fuck you.

He could feel something building in him for her. Something he wasn't now able to define, but terrified him nonetheless. He suspected it was something no father should be able to feel for his daughter, but he was too far gone to care. He would think on it when he was able. The present was just for feeling.

She rubbed her breasts roughly squeezing her nipples and rolling them between her two fingers hard while he fucked her. He could feel the tension in her body. She was almost there. Almost. He thrust harder, faster knowing he wouldn't be far behind.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her voice was rising higher and higher as she got closer and closer.

"That's right, baby." He panted. "Let go. Cum for me, Lisey. Take me home."

"Mmm!" Her lips opened gasping as if she couldn't catch her breath.

"Come on, Elise." He encouraged not sure how much longer he could keep it up. "Cum for me!"




A Daughter's Love Ch. 06



"OH GOD! OH FUCK!" She screamed. "OH GOD! ALEC! OH FUCK! YES!!!!!!"

He roared his release pounding into her as his seed flowed into her womb; her release bringing on his almost immediately. He shook uncontrollably with the force of his orgasm and shuddered as the last vestiges of pleasure coursed through him. He could feel her shudder beneath him and groaned. He collapsed on top of her and turned them both on their sides so he didn't crush her. 

He was overwhelmed. Their eyes had never closed. He had seen every emotion that had passed through her; aware that she had seen every emotion that had passed through him. He understood that he had seen her most vulnerable self as she had seen his; knew that's why she had called out his name instead of daddy. 

Their eyes finally closed as their lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. His heart pounded against his chest. He placed a hand on her chest and could feel her heart pounding too. Words escaped him. There was no way for him to describe this moment. He wasn't the writer, but even if he had been, he didn't know if there were words for what had just passed between them. 

He lifted her leg high on his hip again. He wasn't flaccid yet. He knew he should pull out, but he didn't want to. He wanted, no, needed to have this connection to her for just a while longer. He held her closer as if he could make her a part of him; wondering somehow if she wasn't there already. He buried his face in her neck and gave himself up to exhaustion. They would both have a lot of think about in the morning.



A Daughter's Love Ch. 07



Elise slowly woke up as the sunlight poured through the large picture window in her bedroom. She felt warm and safe. A feeling she hadn't had since before the whole Francine situation. 

Elise turned her head and look at the clock. Her eyes widened. It was one in the afternoon! She never slept until one in the afternoon! She threw off the covers and looked down. She was naked? It was the fifth of November. It was too cold to go to bed naked. 

What in the...?

Slowly, the events of the wee hours of the morning came back to her. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she remembered the promise he had elicited from her. She had promised to let him try to prove he how much he loved her.

She swung her leg over the side of the bed and snorted. He was gone. She had woken up and he was gone. Yeah, he was really going to prove to her he loved her. She went to the closet to choose her clothes for the day. She tried to remember if she had anything to do. Her heart plummeted when she realized there wasn't. There was nothing for her to do. Nothing to distract her from the memories of their lovemaking. There had been more between them the night before. Their gazes had locked and never left the others during the entire exchange. 

She had never felt more loved. It was almost as if he had claimed a part of her she had never known existed. She hadn't called him daddy once. When she had found her release, she had screamed his name not daddy. He wasn't daddy to her anymore. He was Alec. Early that morning, she had felt like he was her Alec.

She chose a pair of jeans, a red turtleneck, and a spotted black and white vest to go over it. She grabbed a bra and socks. She went into the bathroom and put her clothes on the sink counter. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She stepped in the shower and moaned as the hot water washed over her. 

Her body felt sore and used. Used. She had let him use her. Tears poured down her cheeks. She sobbed hysterically. Why couldn't he have stayed with her last night? Why had he left her after promising he never would again?

She was so lost in her grief she didn't hear him pull the shower curtain back. Didn't feel him step in the shower until he gathered her in his arms rubbing her back and comforting her; his naked body pressed against hers. 

"Shh." He whispered. "It's alright, Elise."

She lifted her head and stared at him for a long moment before she could speak.

"I thought..."

"You'd thought I'd left you again." He sighed and caressed her cheek. "Never. I just went out to get us something to eat. You don't have a lot to eat in your apartment."

"I just finished the final editing of my book." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I don't normally go shopping till after. Things get very busy. Normally I don't have time to go shopping."

"Ah." He nodded his head in understanding as he bent over and picked up her shampoo. 

He opened it and sniffed wincing in masculine disapproval. It was a floral scent that smelled suspiciously like roses. He looked on the bottle and groaned. It was worse. Wild Orchid. He saw her lips twitch upward in amusement even as she sniffled. The conditioner was the same scent. 

He poured the shampoo into his hands and ran it through her long wet hair. He turned her so she was facing the shower head as he gently scrubbed and lathered her hair. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft moan. His cock twitched. 

"This is for all hair, isn't it?" He whispered in her ear as he poured more shampoo into his hand.

Her nipples hardened as she realized what he meant. He cupped her pussy gently massaging the shampoo into her trimmed curls. Elise leaned back against him feeling his cock hard between her legs. 

"Oh my god." She breathed, gasping when his soapy fingers rubbed her tender, swollen clit. 

"Like that?" He whispered as he gently squeezed the sensitive flesh between his fingers. 

"Yes!" She shrieked. "Oh god, yes!"

Elise fought to hold onto her sanity as he touched her; caressed slowly, gently, lovingly. Driving her wild. Sadness and grief were replaced by pleasure and a feeling of completion she had never thought she would ever know. A feeling she certainly hadn't expected to feel for her father. 

He slid one then two fingers inside her wet sheath. His fingers slid in and out of her as his palm kept rubbing up against her clit. Her lungs seized. At first, she felt as if she couldn't breathe and then...she couldn't breathe fast enough. 

He moved his hand in and out of her faster; going in deeper, his hand twisting at certain moments to find that sweet spot inside her again and again until finally, she fractured. Her mind spun dizzily. His arms came around her to hold her up; to hold her firmly to him. His soapy hand came up to massage her breasts as he pushed her down and bent her over at the waist. 

"Grab the towel rack, Elise." He ordered gruffly.

She did thankful she'd had the presence of mind to put in that spot. He spread her legs further apart and entered from behind. He gripped her hips firmly holding her in place. He stood there for a long moment as if savoring the feel of being inside her. 

He pumped in and out slowly at first. Elise moaned, her grip on the towel rack tightening; her breasts swaying with each thrust. The shampoo acted as a lubricant making every move, every thrust, a thousand times more pleasurable than anything she could imagine.

"Alec!" She moaned as she gasped for air.

"Oh, Elise!" He panted as he thrust harder. "Oh fuck, Lisey! You feel so good!"

"Mmm!" She bit on her lower lip and closed her eyes concentrating on what she was feeling. 

He slapped her ass hard pumping into her harder, faster.

"Lisey!" He panted. "Oh god, Lisey!"

"FUCK!" She screamed as she climaxed her hands tightening on the towel. "OH YEAH! YEAH! OH SHIT! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!"

"LISEY!!!" He slammed into her as he rode the wave of pleasure; the water cascading over them. 

Shudders wracked her body as the now cool water washed over them. Shampoo running down her back. He held onto her for a long moment as both of them tried to catch a breath. He slipped out of her and rinsed her hair. She took a deep breath. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. 

As soon as all the shampoo was rinsed and she felt her limbs become firm again, she turned in his arms. He kissed her gently and reached behind her to turn off the water. She wrapped her arms around his neck pressing her naked wet body to his. He moaned as she twisted and moved her wet body against his. 

Both of them stepped out of the shower together, still kissing each afraid to let the other go. Elise grabbed the large fluffy red towel on the rack behind him and toweled him dry. She went down on her knees and grabbed his flaccid cock still wet from the shower. She stroked him slowly. Her grip was firm but not too firm. She placed an open mouthed kiss on the head of his cock running her tongue along the edge of the head and over the slit. 

Alec inhaled sharply and moaned. His head fell back and he closed his eyes. His mouth opened slightly. Elise took all of him in her mouth until the head of his cock touched the back of her throat. She could feel his cock grow; filling her mouth with his thick length. 

She moaned loving the salty taste of him. She swallowed and he moaned loudly. Slowly, she moved her mouth back to the head of his cock; her tongue running along his shaft. She ran her tongue around the edge of the head and licked the slit again and again took all of him in her mouth. His cock was now rock hard. Elise smiled feeling a sense of pride that she had done that. She was giving him pleasure. She repeated the process again and again; her hand moving in time with her mouth.

His fingers wound through her long wet tresses holding her to him while his hips moved back and forth fucking her hot wet mouth. Alec felt on fire. God, she turned him on so much. 

He had been with a lot of women after his wife left. He had wanted to drive her from his mind. He had gone on a dating rampage until he remembered he had a ten year old daughter who needed him. Never had he felt anything like this. His heart pounded and swelled. 

"Oh god, Elise." He moaned. "I love you so much."

Elise moaned in response and stroked him with a little more pressure. She continued licking, but this time going all the way up and down the shaft. 

"Oh fuck." He groaned. "That feels so good."

Elise ran her mouth back up his length and sucked, gently at first, on the head of his hard cock. Alec shuddered in response biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a cry. He had never felt pleasure this intense before. This was so fucking good.

Elise again ran her mouth up and down his hard length; her tongue swirling and laving him at the same time. As she pulled him back out of her mouth, she left the head of his cock in and continued stroking and sucking until she went back down to the base burying her face in his curly pubic hair.

"Ahh!" Alec panted and gasped for air as he thrust into her mouth faster. "Oh fuck!"

Elise moaned wanting him to know how much she was enjoying this. Slurping noises filled the room as she sucked his cock unable to get enough of him. God, she wanted all of him. 

"You love sucking my cock, don't you, baby?" Alec growled. "Oh god. You're such a good cocksucker." 

Elise fondled his balls as she sucked his cock. His gasping breaths came faster and faster. She increased the suction rewarded when he cried out. It was a loud roar; a warrior's cry. 

"Oh god!" He panted. "OH FUCK!"

She could feel his body tense up. His balls getting ready to release their load. He was going to cum. He was going to cum in her mouth. 

"OH FUCK!" He yelled. "OH ELISE! I'M GOING TO CUM! OH SHIT! I'M GOING TO CUM SO FUCKING HARD! AHHHHH!"

Elise moaned as his hot spunk spurted out of his cock flooding her mouth the way he had flooded her pussy. Some of it dribbled out of her mouth falling down her chin to land on her breast and running down the length of his cock. Elise ran her hand faster up and down his length coating his shaft with his juices as she swallowed. She moaned loving the salty taste of him; loving the way his cum slid down her throat. 

He leaned forward and grabbed the sink. She could feel him shake as she continued to lave and lick him until she had thoroughly cleaned his cock with her mouth. He let out a shaky breath as he stood up. Elise ran her tongue around her mouth as she stood up. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her roughly unable to be gentle. 

She moaned; her arms coming up to wrap around his neck as she pressed her still naked body to his as if she could crawl inside his skin; kissing him back just as roughly as he was kissing her. His tongue swirled and mingled with hers in a passionate dance; heating their blood even more. He lifted her and sat her on the counter of her sink. 

His cock was still hard and throbbing. She spread her legs. He roughly rubbed her mons and moaned when she cried out against his mouth. She was so wet. Wetter than she had been when he had her against the wall in the early hours of the morning. 

She whimpered in protest when he took his hand from her. He grabbed his cock still wet from her mouth and rubbed her juices up and down his hard thick length. They were both panting hard when the kiss ended. He guided his cock into her hot wet sheath. Her wet pussy stretched taking the full length of him inside of her. 

She gasped her head falling back; her eyes fluttering closed as she concentrated on how good it felt to have him inside her. He moved slowly at first wanting to drive her as crazy; make her as hot for him as he was at that moment for her. 

"Mmm." She moaned. "Oh that feels so good."

She rocked her hips moving against him as he thrust into her harder now, faster. Alec couldn't believe how far they had gone. He had intended to take it slow. Their earlier romp had been so intense. He had felt joined to her in a way he never had before. When he had gone out to the small little grocery store he'd known from previous visits was up the street, he had decided they needed to slow down.

She was too important to him to screw this up a second time. They needed to decide where their relationship was going. To figure out what kind of relationship they wanted it to be. Whether they intended to continue being lovers or try to go back to the way they had been. Something they should have discussed after it happened the first time.

He wondered now if it was too late. Had they gone too far already?

"Where did you go?" She panted, placing a hand on the side of his face; staring quizzically at him. "Come back to me."

"I'm here." He reassured her as he slammed into her causing her to scream. 

The bathroom was filled with the sound of their loving. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as he fucked her. Their foreheads pressing together as they moaned and panted; gasping at the same moments. They came together this time. Their climax was harder and more forceful than the last couple of times. She placed her head on his shoulder knowing he was just as shaken by the intensity of their passion as she was.

They dried themselves and dressed in silence. There was no need for words. Both of them too confused by all that had transpired. Elise followed him out of the bathroom to the kitchen; her hair wrapped in a towel. She stood just inside the kitchen watching him as he took the grinders he had bought along with chips and two bottles of Coke out of the bag on the counter. 

Her body was still tingling. It didn't help that his jeans were so tight she could see how firm his ass was; how muscular his thighs were. 

"I think you should come home, Elise." He spoke as she took her plate from him. "There are things we need to talk about."

She led him to the living room and sat down on the couch placing her Coke on the coffee table sitting cross-legged facing him. He sat more formally his plate and Coke on the coffee table slightly turned toward her. 

"Like?" She arched a brow and watched him as she took a bite of her grinder. 

"What our expectations of each other are now?" Alec replied, after he'd swallowed his food. "Where we think this is going? I can't stay here. I still have to work. You may be holding the strings on the decision of whether or not Lexapro merges with Microprose, but you know me, I can't stop something once begun. I have to see it through."

"You're including us in that." It was a statement not a question.

"Yes." Alec sighed deeply. "I didn't come here to make love to you, Elise. But the moment I saw you..."

"Rational thought fled. Logic flew out the window." Elise supplied for him as she opened her bottle of Coke and drank a huge gulp.

"Yeah." Alec smiled sadly. "That was part of it. I wasn't lying when I said I didn't care what Culver wants anymore. I can't be without you, Elise. That became clear to me lying with you on your bed. I only gave in to him because I still saw you as my little girl. A child I was protecting. The woman I saw in that boardroom doesn't need me to protect her. She is quite capable of doing it herself."

"It doesn't mean she still doesn't need you." Tears formed in her eyes. Her voice was filled with tears. She put her plate on the table and looked down at her hands. "The last four months have been the hardest of my life. There has never been a time when we haven't talked. It was a promise we made when I went off to college. No matter what or how busy we were we made time to make sure we stayed close."

"I was scared, Elise." Alec turned toward her and swallowed hard. "I didn't know if we could go back to the way things were. I was afraid to try. I didn't think things would go that far. I was certain I wouldn't be able to do it. I was ready to leave the company. I thought if Culver can be that big of a bastard then he wasn't worth working for. It's not like I don't have money put away. I could live quite comfortably. The house is paid off as well as my car."

"When you offered yourself to me, I was stunned." He continued. "I never thought you would love me enough to throw your morals out the window. I knew that's what you did. I wanted to protest but then you took off your shirt and I...I didn't want to protest anymore. I was shocked by how much I wanted you. I couldn't move when you unbuttoned my shirt. I couldn't believe I could be as attracted to my own flesh and blood as I was to you in that moment."

"I know how you feel." She wiped the tears from her cheeks and finally met his gaze. "I never thought of you as a sexual person except for that brief time I had the fantasy. I knew you had sex but that was all I needed to know. I didn't expect to feel attracted to you either."

"I still don't understand what brought about the fantasy." Alec said after a long moment as his eyes searched hers. 

"Melissa and Jessica." Elise let out a shaky laugh.

"The girls who used to stare at my crotch all the time." His mouth twitched in amusement. 

"They used to ask me all sorts of questions about you." Elise shook her head at the memory. "Including what you looked like naked. How big your penis was and so on. I was grossed out. You never paraded around without your clothes on. How was I supposed to know those things about my own father. The more they asked me the more curious I started to become. I was disgusted with myself but I started to see you as a man then. The fantasy started then."

"I remember that." Alec smiled. "You'd stare at me and when I'd ask you why you were staring you would clam up and just say nothing. After a while, it stopped."

"That's because I appeased my curiosity." Elise smiled back.

"Oh?" Alec arched his brow and waited.

"You have a habit of, after a very long week, taking a shower and lying on your bed dead to the world covered in only a towel." She bit her bottom lip. "One night, I found you in such a state and tried to wake you. I had wanted to talk to you about the fantasy and be reassured it was normal. I was absolutely disgusted with myself. You wouldn't wake up and I was suddenly determined to know."

"So I uncovered you, went in my room and got a ruler and measured you." Elise blushed. "Apparently, touching it woke it up and you got hard. I measured it then too. The fantasy stopped that night and I never thought of it again until Francine brought it up. I can't believe I was naive enough to fall for it, but if you know Francine, you know she doesn't give up until she rings every last detail from you. I thought was saving myself the headache. I shouldn't have said it in the first person. I should have known she was trying to trick me then."

"You're a good person, Elise." Alec took her hand in his. "You see the best in people. You would never think of hurting someone like that. There was no way you could have known what she would do with such an innocent confession."

Alec sighed and looked down at their joined hands. Elise had turned hers lacing her fingers through his. 

"I want you home, Elise." Alec looked back up and met her gaze. "You're too much a part of me now. I want to have you with me. I seem to be addicted to you. I was determined to go slowly this afternoon. When I came back and heard you crying, the only thought I had was to comfort you; to reassure you."

"I had hoped to make it back before you woke up. I suspected you would think I had abandoned you again." He caressed her the side of her face and sighed once more. "Feeling you against me, I had to be with you; had to be inside of you. I have never in my entire life felt this way. I never even felt this much for your mother which is probably why she ended up leaving."

"Something changed, didn't it?" Elise nodded her head in agreement. "I could feel it this morning. Before this morning, we could have done it. Could have gone back to the way things were, but now..."




A Daughter's Love Ch. 07



"It's more, Elise." Alec whispered. "When I said I love you I meant it. I love you so much I don't think there is room for anyone else. My heart is yours. My soul is yours. I can feel you there."

"I love you more than I thought it was possible to love anyone. I can feel you there too." Elise whispered back, tucking her hair behind her ear with her free hand. "I don't want to be with anyone else. But I don't want to be like the Culvers either. With us, this has to stop. No child of mine can think this is normal. That this is how family is supposed to be."

"I don't want that either which is why we need to see where this is heading." Alec paused for a moment. "Consequently, we haven't used condoms. Do you know if you're pregnant?"

"No." She sighed. "I won't know whether or not to worry about it until next week. I was so distraught I can't remember whether I had it last month or not. I'm always on time and I always only last three days. If I'm late, I'll make an immediate appointment with my gynecologist."

"Which happens to be not five miles from were we live." Alec scooted closer to her. "You shouldn't go through the worry alone. And I promise I will pick up condoms when we get back to Connecticut. Let me be there for you the way I should have been when this started."

"I'll need a week to close up the penthouse." She said after a moment. 

Alec groaned. Elise let out a little laugh although there was nothing funny about this. There was nothing funny about what she knew it was wrong to want yet she wanted it so badly. 

"What are we now?" Alec tried to keep the worry out of his voice and failed.

"Right now." Elise replied after a long moment. "Right now, I think we're a couple. I don't want to date anyone else. Do you?"

He heard the hesitation in her voice; knew what she was asking for. He thought silently pondering the question. She let him. This was too important to rush into without weighing all the possibilities. 

"No. I don't want to date anyone else." He answered finally. "So we're committed to each other in whatever we decide this is."

"We'll see where this leads." Elise agreed. "It's all we can do. We'll see if the passion fades or if our feelings for each other deepen. We'll deal with it then."

"A week?" Alec grimaced.

"A week." Elise said as she smiled leaned forward and placed a loving kiss on his mouth. "Do you have to go back tonight? Will Culver expect you at work tomorrow?"

"Fuck Culver." Alec replied with a smile. "I have a sick day coming."

"Then let's finish our lunch and go to the grocery store and get food and condoms." There was a mischievous gleam in her eye. "I have a feeling we're going to need a couple of boxes." 



A Daughter's Love Ch. 08



His house was in the suburbs. When she had been a teenager, Elise had been embarrassed by that fact. Cool people lived in big cities which is why she had probably moved to New York City after college. 

Now she was grateful. Her father's house was at the end of the street in the less populated area. There were two empty lots on either side and a large fence in the backyard to keep out nosy neighbors. 

It was a large white Dutch colonial with black shutters and a white picket fence. Peonies and black eyed Susan's lined the walk as well as under the large picture windows. 

She pulled in the driveway and glanced at the clock. It was three o'clock. Her father wasn't home yet. She was glad. She was still a little emotional yet. Leslie hadn't understood or approved of what she was doing. She was still too fragile. She was making the decision based emotions instead of thinking things through rationally. 

But it was too late. She had already made her decision.

Leslie had yelled and chided. For the first time in their author/agent relationship, they had fought. And now Elise didn't know what to do. Leslie knew what had happened between her and her father. She knew she would never do what Francine had done, but there was the very real possibility she would decline to be her agent anymore. That could cause real problems for her. 

The literary world knew they had a close relationship. No one would touch her if Leslie dropped her. Money wasn't a problem. She had made a few profitable investments. They had also made a couple of her books into blockbuster movies. She was a millionaire in her own right which is how she could afford to keep Murray, Murray, and Murray on retainer. 

She got out of the car slamming the door in anger. What right did Leslie have to tell her what to do? God damn it! She should know by this time how much Alec meant to her. Yes, he had hurt her, but it was by his absence not what had happened between them. She got her suitcase out of the trunk and made her way up the front walk. 

She opened the front door and stepped inside. She put down her suitcase by the front door and sighed as she closed it. She put her keys in her purse and hung it up underneath her coat on the coat rack. She picked up her suitcase and headed up stairs. 

"As if my life wasn't complicated enough." She muttered as she headed toward Alec's...no, their bedroom. 

Elise ran her fingers through her hair and hoped things got easier. At the moment, she was ready to pull her hair out by the roots.

* * * * * 

"Oh fuck, Francine." Culver gripped the arms of his leather swivel chair as he threaded his fingers through Francine's long blond hair. "You're such a good little cocksucker."

Francine moaned as she fingered herself while sucking his cock. 

"Isn't she good, Michaels?" Culver panted, sweat dotting his forehead. 

"I wouldn't know." Alec said, irritated and uncomfortable with their wantonness. 

"I can arrange it." Culver gasped. "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum in your pretty little mouth!"

"No, thanks." Alec glared at Culver. "I'm not interested."

"Your...OH FUCK...loss." Culver panted. "Ahhh!"

Alec turned his head. He wanted to throw up. Francine got herself off shortly after. He knew they had done this purposefully. They had suffered a blow. Now they felt the need to make him suffer right along with them.

Alec refused to look at them until they righted their clothing. 

"So..." Culver said as he stood up to zip up his fly and re-buckle his belt. "Have you managed to convince your daughter to drop the whole business."

"No." Alec replied, simply.

Culver turned and glared at him. Alec arched a brow. Francine pouted and looked dangerously close to tears.

"Michaels, do I need to remind you...?" Culver began.

"I'm sorry whose child has who by the balls?" Alec smiled broadly. 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, you bastard!" Francine yelled, pacing back and forth. "You just love the fact we're going to lose our children, don't you?"

"Considering your respective personalities and the things you've made me and my daughter do." Alec replied. "The pain you put us through. I can't say I'm not enjoying seeing you squirm."

"Michaels, what was done was necessary." Culver sat back down and swallowed hard. "Your absolute loyalty to the company was needed to be a productive member on the board..."

"I have always been loyal to this company!" Alec yelled, standing up. He had had enough. "Do you have any idea how many companies have tried to steal me away including Lexapro? I have always turned them down because I enjoyed working for this company! The only thing you did by making me have sex with my daughter is make me regret I didn't leave when I had the chance!"

"So...she hasn't forgiven you?" Culver shared a glance with Francine.

"She's agreed to let me prove to her I deserve to be forgiven." Alec said after a moment. "She's coming home which is why I asked for this meeting. I have caught up on all my correspondence. I've done as much as I can to repair things with Bob Alistair. Despite the situation, he has agreed to reconsider allowing Elise to call the shots."

"How did you do that?" Francine frowned. 

"I reminded him that business is business." Alec replied, coldly. "Whatever happens in someone's personal life shouldn't have any influence on business. He was already having second thoughts. Apparently, Microsoft's terms are unacceptable. Our company is their only other option."

"Well, that's good news." Culver took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 

"Yes, it means I'm off the hook." Alec stared at him dispassionately. 

"Michaels, it means she can be reasoned with." Culver said, a smile reappearing on her face. "It means you have a shot at convincing her to stop all this."

"Which brings me to the point." Alec folded his arms across his chest. "I need time to show her I'm back in her life forever. And before you tell me I have to end all contact after this situation, I have two words for you. Fuck you. This is none negotiable. She is everything to me. I will not lose her again."

"Done." Culver stared at him for a long moment. "How much time do you need?"

"A month and a half." Alec replied. 

Culver nodded as he placed a hand on Francine's arm. 

Alec nodded his head in satisfaction..

"I'm leaving early." Alec said. "I'll leave you two to do...whatever it is you do."

Alec turned on his heel and walked out of Culver's office. Culver waited until he was sure he was gone before smiling broadly.

"My dear, I don't think we have anything to worry about." Culver said smugly.

"Why?" The fear was still there in Francine's eyes. 

"Because. He's extremely focused on his daughter. Which can only mean one thing." Culver chuckled. "He's still having sex with her. He's on our side. We don't have to worry about a thing. He'll convince her."

"I hope your right." Francine sighed.

"I know I'm right." Culver said. "He'll use her for our purposes and then leave her. All this was just for show. We'll get our way. We always do."

Culver pulled Francine down in his lap gently kneading her breast. Francine purred and leaned back against him. Yes. Carver thought to himself. Things were going to work out very nicely.

* * * * * 

"She's here." He murmured to himself as he pulled into the driveway next her old beat up Chevy Cavalier. 

His heart raced. Every part of him hummed in the anticipation he always felt when his baby came home. Except now it was different. More demanding. More intense. He grabbed his briefcase from the passenger side seat and hurriedly got out of the car. He slammed the door and practically ran up the walk. His hands shook as he took out his key and unlocked the door.

He shut the front door behind him and quickly locked it. He wanted to call out to her. But he needed to calm down. He was an adult, damn it! Not a randy schoolboy. So why was he shaking? Was it because he knew the first thing he was going to do was fuck his little girl in the house she had grown up in? The house he had kissed her tears and tucked her goodnight in. The place where she had invited all of her teenage friends to talk about boys and clothes and makeovers. This was the first time either of them were consciously making the choice without any outside influence to fuck each other, live with each other; be together as a man and a woman instead of father and daughter.

Alec took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. He put his briefcase by the coat rack and trying to act normally walked further into the house. He heard the television playing from the living room. He took off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of one of the dining room chairs.

Alec rolled up his sleeves and took off his tie unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. She was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the couch with her gray laptop on her lap. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She was wearing a pink t-shirt with the saying, "Princess" on it and a pair of gray sweat pant shorts. 

Alec's cock was harder than it had ever been in his entire life. His heart swelled with love. Part of it was fatherly love. The other part was the type of love a husband was supposed to have for his wife. He wasn't sure what this was supposed to be. For that matter, he didn't think she did either. 

"There's nothing like the sight of a beautiful woman hard at work to make a man happy he's home." He said.

She looked up and smiled as he approached her. She put the laptop on the seat next to her and stood up. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him kissing her roughly. 

Elise wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer to him. She felt breathless, dizzy, and giddy. Her body shook with the force of her desire to him. Their tongues joined, danced, and mingled in a sensual dance neither of them could turn from. 

Alec moaned against her mouth and leaned his head against her forehead. Both of them were panting. His hands traveled up from her waist to cup her breasts; to knead and caress. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "Every time I try to act like something other than an overeager schoolboy..."

His words trailed off as she placed soft, gentle kisses on his jaw, his neck as she ran her hands down his body to stroke his cock outside of his pants. Alec licked his lips and groaned.

"I understand." She whispered back against his mouth. "I feel the same way. Every time you're near me, I just want to feel you inside me. It's confusing. You're my father and my Alec."

"You're my daughter and my Elise." He agreed inhaling sharply as she unbuckled his belt unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. They fell around his ankles. His boxers followed shortly. She grabbed him firmly in her hand and slowly stroked him. "It's more than confusing. Sometimes I don't know which I want to be."

"I know." Elise agreed as she ran her tongue over his bottom lip. "It's the same for me. We'll just have to follow this to wherever this leads like you said."

She gasped as he squeezed her nipples. His touch becoming rougher with his desire. He thrust his hips forward fucking her hand as she stroked him. She ran her thumb over the head of his cock. It was wet with pre-cum. She stroked him rubbing it on his hard length. 

"Did you have a good day?" She murmured as she lightly nipped his neck.

"It's getting better." He chuckled shakily. "I went to see Culver. I...oh god...had to endure...oh that feels so good...watching Francine give him a blowjob. But I got what I wanted."

Elise kept stroking him but regarded him with an arched brow. 

"What could possibly have been worth seeing something like that?" She shook her head. "I can barely think about it without shuddering."

"A month and a half off." He replied, panting. He bit down on his bottom lip and moaned. 

Elise smiled and kept stroking slowly, gently. She could feel his body tremble; feel how much he wanted her. 

"Hmm." She murmured as she kissed his neck. "What could we do in a month and a half?"

Alec shuddered as she sucked and laved at his neck.

"What are you doing?" The combination of sensations was almost too much.

"Giving you a hickey." Elise replied. "Marking you. You're mine and I intend to keep it that way."

"Oh god, Elise." Alec gasped. "I'm going to...I'm going to..."

"I know." Elise whispered as she stroked him faster now. "I want you to."

His right hand left her breast to travel down her body into her sweat shorts to lightly caress her nether lips. Elise moaned as he cupped her and massaged her already wet pussy with his hand.

"I want to be inside you." He breathed. "I need to be inside you. Now."

Elise stepped back looking him up and down liking what she was seeing. He still had his shirt on. His pants and underwear were around his ankles and his cock was hard, red, and glistening with his juices. His eyes were filled with desire. She had done that. She had driven him to this point. 

She slowly took off her t-shirt and her shorts; standing before him naked. She watched as with shaky hands, he removed his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and stepped out of his pants. He removed his socks and threw them over his shoulder.

Elise sat back down on the couch as he stripped; spreading her legs wide open. She ran her hands over her body, cupping her breasts, running her fingers up and down her pussy; pressing one finger into herself. His eyes glazed. 

"Which do you want to be tonight, Alec?" She asked in a low, sexy, husky voice. "Do you want to be my daddy? Do you want to fuck the body you created? Or do you want to be my Alec? The husband of my heart. Which is driving you right now?"

Alec let out a shaky breath. He hardly knew. How was he supposed to say? 

"I don't know." He let out a long breath. "Although I was getting turned on outside by the thought this is our first time having sex in the house I brought you home from the hospital in. I was nervous you wouldn't want to be with me here."

"This is where the fantasy started." Elise moaned as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. "It feels right we should be doing this here."

Alec ran his tongue over his lips as he watched her pleasure herself.

"I don't want our relationship..."

He didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"It won't be like the Culvers." Elise understood him so well. "The Culvers are more obsessed with each other than loving each other. Everything that has led to this point was done with love. Our relationship will be more than theirs. Do you want me to call you daddy?"

"Yes." He admitted after a moment.

"What does daddy want to do?" She replied, breathlessly.

"Daddy wants to lick his baby's pussy." Alec replied without hesitation. "I want to taste you, baby."

Elise spread her legs wider. Alec got to his knees before her and pulled her down putting her legs on both of his shoulders. He could smell her musky scent. It made him long for her even more. He ran his tongue up her slit. She moaned and squirmed under his experienced hand. He spread her folds and ran his tongue gently around her clit. She shuddered and gasped. 

Alec moaned as he laved, licked, and tasted. He sucked her juices into his mouth as he feasted on her mons. 

"Mmm." Elise squeezed her nipples between her fingers; her breath coming in short gasping pants. "Oh my god. Oh god, oh daddy, that feels so...oh fuck!"

Her hips bucked against his mouth. Thinking had become impossible replaced by feeling sensations that reached in and touched her heart, her soul. He was claiming her, marking her, like she had by the hickey she had given him on the side of his neck.  

"Oh god!" She cried, threading her fingers through her hair as he drove her crazy with his mouth. "Oh my god! Fuck! Mmm! Daddy, that feels so...oh shit!"

Alec had no idea how much time passed. He loved the taste of her, wanted nothing more than to do this all day and all night. When some semblance of thought came back, he realized she had her fingers threaded through his hair, writhing, thrashing about wildly, both of their bodies slick with sweat. Hers from the many orgasms he had given her. He from laving her for countless hours. Her eyes were glazed as her hips bucked against his mouth. 

"Oh fuck!" She was screaming. "Oh shit! Oh fucking shit! OH SHIT! I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN. I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN!"

Her back arched as she cried out. Her climax sent hard racking convulsions through her. And yet he sensed he could drive her further, harder, faster. He lifted his head and rubbed her pussy with his hand. 

How long had he gone down on her? She was sopping wet. She moaned and tossed her head back and forth as he ran his thumb over her clit and leaning down blew on the sensitive nub. She came again. She was ultra-sensitive. Alec spread her juices on his cock and pulled her gently down to the floor. 

He smiled as she moaned and groaned unable to tell where she was or that she'd been moved. She was thoroughly loved. Senseless. Filled with nothing but the primitive kind of wanting that left thought behind leaving only passion and desire in its wake. He rubbed her clit with his cock. Her lungs seized. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly entered her.

"OH SHIT!" She screamed.

Alec growled feeling the primitive side of himself rise up to answer her call. He held her close and plundered her mouth as he thrust into her hard and fast. She screamed and cried, moaned and groaned, into his mouth feeding his lust with her own. 

Her arms wound about his neck holding him close to her. She brought her legs up on either side of him and wrapped them around his waist. Alec thrust into her harder swallowing her screams as if they were his own. He tore his mouth from hers letting both of them come up for air. 

He was being stupid he knew. He didn't have condom with him. Yet he wasn't about to stop what he was doing to get one. 

"OH FUCK, LISEY!" He growled loudly. "YOU LOVE FUCKING DADDY, DON'T YOU?"

Elise couldn't form an intelligible response. Alec hadn't expected one. She was too far gone. 

"OH MY GOD!" Elise screamed in panting sobs. "OH FUCK! OH YES!"

Alec roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back exposing her neck to him. He leaned down and sucked hard on her neck. That seemed to drive her further faster. Her hips moved in time with his. 

"OH GOD!" He yelled, he could feel himself drawing closer. "I'M FUCKNG MY BABY! I'M FUCKING MY DAUGHTER! I'M FUCKING MY BABY GIRL SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD!"

They both came at the same time. Their bodies shuddered with the force of their climax. If there had been any thought of trying to go back, it was eradicated, turned to dust, in that moment. 

Alec fell sideways to the side of her pulling her against him so her derriere was resting beside his now flaccid cock. He had never felt so exhausted and happy in his entire life. He felt content as if things were the way they were supposed to be. She was already asleep by the time his lids fluttered closed.



A Daughter's Love



It seemed like a while longer then expected before the girls returned, but eventually, two arms were around me from behind and I was being smothered in kisses, not that I was complaining of course, then while repeatedly thanking me for bringing her shopping, Sara sat down in the seat next to me, and then scooted over and was resting her head on my shoulder, and then I felt another head on my other shoulder, and looked over to see Samantha curled up on my other side, so I stretched my arms out and wrapped them around both girls, pulling them both closer to me. I could smell the perfume the girls had obviously tried out while they were gone, and the smells were quite intoxicating, and doing a number on me, it wasn't long before the thought of two beautiful girls on each side of me and the smell of their perfume had my cock rising to attention once again, I just hoped that they didn't notice the prominent bulge in my pants. 

The silence was broken when Kathy returned with the food, and Samantha moved over to sit next to her mom, and although I thought that the two were sitting rather close, I didn't think much of it. Still however, I could smell the perfume that had been making me light headed, and I guessed that it was Sara who was wearing it.

"That's certainly a very nice smelling perfume Sara, how much did it cost?" I asked

"Do you really like it Daddy, I was hoping you would. It's new and the salesperson said that this line of perfumes has different qualities from other perfumes" was Sara's response

"See I told you he'd like it Sara"

"Samantha!" Sara shot back, and I saw her jump slightly, I had assumed that Sara had kicked her under the table.

"Now you two girls stop it, yes it's a very nice perfume Sara. Did you buy some from that brand as well Sam?" Kathy jumped in, before more shins could be hurt.

"Yes I did Mommy, but not the same as Sara's, would you like to smell it?" Samantha said while leaning over slightly to rub the sore spot on her leg. 

Maybe later dear, for now let's just eat before our food gets cold" and with that we dove in, and in a short while, the food was gone and all that was left were some wrappers and the plastic food trays.

"Well my dear Sara, shall we be heading home now?" I asked, with just a nod from her as she finished off her diet soda.

"We can still stop by the video store on the way home if you'd like, and you can pick out something for us to watch tonight"

"Okay Daddy, maybe Sam and Kathy would like to join us" Sara replied

"Oh thank you dear, but my darling daughter and I already have plans for tonight, perhaps some other time" was the response from Kathy, with Samantha nodding her head, so we made plans for a week from Sunday to meet up for a barbeque at our house, and a movie afterwards before saying our goodbyes and making our way back to the car, Sara hanging tightly to my arm, it made me beam with pride to have such an angelic girl as my daughter. Once we loaded her bags into the car, which surprisingly there weren't many of compared to her usual hauls, and we were off, me behind the wheel and Sara snuggled up next to me, the smell of her perfume still lingered in the air, and still had me standing at attention.

Out stop at the video store wasn't a quick one, I had chosen to wait in the car as Sara always seemed to know what movies to rent, so I would most often let her pick, and I had only been let down on a few occasions. The wait this time however did me some good, as it gave me some time to try and make sense of what had been going on today, I knew it wasn't the fatherly thing to do, but on numerous occasions today I had found myself sexually aroused by my own daughter. I had literally ogled her as she walked, staring at the sway of her womanly hips, the smell of her perfume had visions of me taking her in numerous ways, just the physical contact we shared while had nearly distracted me as I risked glances at her. How would she even react to me if I made any sort of move on her, she'd probably hate me and never want to see me again. What is it that I'm so attracted to, could it possibly be because she's so much like her mother?

"What's the matter Daddy, you look like your not all here" Sara said, startling me as she closed the car door behind her after climbing back in, two thin movie cases in hand.

"Nothing, just thinking"

"Well, what do you say we grab a pizza and head home" I said, trying to steer the subject away from what's on my mind as I steered the car out of the parking lot, I had to assume that the agreed, because without saying a word, she pulled out her cell phone, and placed an order for a pizza, to be picked up on our way home. Once we made that stop, we were done for the day and headed home, I was glad to be there when I finally parked the car in our driveway, with bags in hand I followed Sara inside, her with the pizza and movies.

Sitting down to the first movie, we helped ourselves to a few slices of pizza, and when we finished we curled ourselves up on the couch to enjoy the rest of the movie, with Sara resting herself on my side, her scent once again filling my nostrils. We were silent for a little while, before she spoke

"Daddy how come you never date anymore?"

"Well princess, I don't really know, I guess you're the only girl for me"

"But you need someone you can love, and who loves you back, you're a very handsome man Daddy, and I'm sure there are plenty of women out there who would love to go out with you, in fact, if I wasn't your daughter, I'd be going after you" Sara's confession of this caused me to pull my attention away from the movie entirely and look her straight in the eyes.

"Why thank you, but its not right to think things like that, its just not right, you should be going after guys your own age, guys who can keep up with you, not old men like me who would never have a chance"

"Is it really so wrong Daddy, what you and I could be together?" she replied, 

"I know you've been looking at me in a different light as of late, and to be honest, the same goes for me about you. We love each other Daddy, and what can be so wrong about something that's so good?"

"But Sara, do you know what that is, its incest, what would people think of us if they found out?"

"To hell with what other people think Daddy, you want me, I want you, and if other people find out, then so what, if they can't accept our love, then we'll move and start our life over again where we can love each other openly." Apparently she had it all planned out, and she was right, I couldn't argue with her, so instead, I kissed her. I put my arm around her pulled her head to mine, when our lips met, I saw fireworks, pulling her onto my lap, my hands kneading her tight ass as we continued to kiss passionately, nothing else really existed except for the two of us, joined as one by our lips, our tongues snaking out in search of each other, tying knots that, if they were to hold and keep us stuck together, it would be certainly nothing to complain about.

When we finally broke it off, we were both gasping for breath, our eyes locked to each other, millions of words communicated in silence, the bond that only two lovers shared, as Sara leaned back in to kiss me again, this time I managed to pull my hands out from under her, and moved them up between us, running them up underneath her shirt, until I hit the underside of her breasts. Running my hands around them I felt her hard nipples digging into my palms, a soft mewling sound coming from deep within her throat. I managed to get her off of my lips long enough that I was able to pull her shirt up over her head, and finally be able to get an up close look at her wonderful breasts. Palming them in my hands, I gave them a squeeze and tweaked her hard nipples, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.

"Wait Daddy, before we go any further with this, I want to change into something special, stay here till I call you" she said with a wink, and before I could protest, she was out of my arms and I watched as her beautiful ass wiggled back and forth as she made her way upstairs, and a few moments later, I heard her call.

"Okay Daddy, come up to your room and take your daughter in the way only a daddy knows how" and I was off, up the stairs and into her room, but when I got there, the bed and room was empty, at first I thought that she might be hiding, but I then heard her call again

"Not in there, I'm in your room, and I need you so bad" I was off again, and when I opened the door to my room, I was stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of my daughter, lying on my bed, wearing the same blue teddy that her mom had once wore, and it fit her perfectly.

"Well what do you think?" she asked in a very sultry tone. I was unable to reply, as I moved over to the bed in tears.

"Daddy are you okay? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry Daddy I shouldn't have put this on, I know it must have belonged to Mom and I should have left it in the box" she said, almost in tears. As she reached down between her legs to unsnap the closure on the bottom, I put my hand on hers and stopped her.

"No princess, le…le…leave it on, you look absolutely beautiful in it, you look just like your mother did when she would wear it, that's why I kept it, it was my favourite piece of lingerie that she had, and that's why I kept it" I choked out. Before she could say anything else, I put my other hand behind her head, and pulled her to me and kissed her lips passionately, snaking my tongue out I pressed it against her lips, and they parted and her tongue to meet mine.

As we kissed I used my other hand which was already between her legs, and began to rub her pussy through the lace material of the teddy, eliciting a moan from her. I could feel the lace getting soaked in her juices, and couldn't resist going down on her any longer, so we rolled over onto the bed so that I was over top of her, I began kissing her down her neck, to her collar bone, and down to her breasts. I pausing for a moment, I reached up to her shoulders and hooked my fingers in the shoulder straps of the teddy, and pulled them down off her arms. With nothing more to hold it on her body, I pulled it further down until the material fell off her breasts, and I moved my head back down to lick circles around first one nipple, before sucking it into my mouth, and biting down on it till it was rock hard, before moving onto the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. I could hear her moan in dismay when I proceeded to make my way further down her body, pulling the teddy further and further down her body, stopping only momentarily to stick my tongue into her belly button.

When I finally had the teddy down around her legs, I pulled it right off and tossed it aside, taking a moment to admire the naked beauty in front of me. I could smell the essence of her womanly juices coming from between her legs, and I marvelled at its tight, virgin beauty. I hadn't noticed on my first trip down, but it was completely devoid of hair, there wasn't a single one to be seen, just like her mother I thought. Holding her by her ankles, I applied gentle pressure, and encouraged her to turn over, and with a little whimper, she did just that. 

"Oh please Daddy, don't tease me like this…" she begged, but I cut her short when I leaned over her body and whispered in her ear, 

"Shush baby, let Daddy take care of his little girl, I promise that when this is done, you'll be glad that I made you wait" and with that I kissed her ear and made my way down her back, leaving a trail of kisses as I went. When I made it down to her ass, I placed my hands on her cheeks, parting them to reveal her little brown star, I placed my lips on it and kissed her, I could hear her groan from deep in her throat and when my tongue poked out and tried to wiggle its way into her ass, her breath caught in her throat, and her ass to tighten up, pulling away I placed a kiss on her left cheek

"Relax baby, just let go, I promise that you'll love this" and with those soothing words, I felt her force her body to relax, and I moved back to her wonderful ass, and this time I was able to snake my tongue out and was able to get it up inside her ass. 


"Oh god that feels so wonderful, but please Daddy, just move a little lower" Sara begged, but instead I proceeded to cover her left leg in kisses and when I made it to the bottom, sucked each of her ten little toes, before moving my way back up her right leg. When she felt my warm breath on her neglected pussy, she nearly screamed

"Yes Daddy, eat me, eat my fucking cunt, eat me now!" She didn't need to ask twice, and lips made contact with her pussy, she came immediately, her ambrosial fluid flowed out of her pussy like a waterfall, and I did all I could to keep my lips locked to her pussy as her hips bucked all over the bed, she was just coming down from her first orgasm, when I flicked my tongue over her clit and sent her over the edge again. I lost count of how many times she came as I feasted on her tasty delicacy, and drank her juices. 

When I finally let her pussy go, I looked down her body, and could see she was a quivering mass of flesh, with a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. I lay down next to her on the bed, and held her in my arms as her breathing slowly returned to normal, when she finally opened her eyes and looked at me, she barely had the strength in her to whisper out an I love you, before she submitted to exhaustion, and fell asleep in my arms, a content smile across her face. Happy once again that I had found true love, I let sleep overtake me and we slept the sleep of lovers, resting up for what was yet to come, for we had only just begun.

I awoke later that evening to a warm feeling around my groin, I thought it was only just a dream, but when I finally managed to open my eyes and look down, I realized that it wasn't a dream, down between my legs, was my daughter, giving me the most wonderful blow job I had ever experienced, her talented tongue worked wonders on me as it ran up and down my shaft, dancing ever so lightly on the sensitive spot underneath the head of my cock, I could feel my balls churning and if this kept up, I'd surely be blowing my load in my daughters mouth in no time.

"Oh baby, if you keep that up, your going to have a mouthful of my cum in no time" I managed to get out, but this only encouraged her, and she quickened her pace, up and down on my shaft, her tongue wrapped around it, before I knew it, she had my hips jerking, and with a twitch, I sent rope after rope of hot cum spraying down her throat, she swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the blasts, but a few drops managed to leak out of the sides of her mouth. Finally when I stopped cumming, after the most incredible orgasm I'd had in many years, I felt my cock going limp, but Sara would have nothing of it, she continued to nurse on my limp cock, bringing it slowly back to life, when she finally had me hard again, she let my cock slip from her mouth, and crawled back up my body.

"That was, amazing baby, where ever did you learn to do that?" I said, while kissing her lips and sharing the small strings of cum that had gotten away from her and were running down her chin.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it, I was wondering when you'd wake up Daddy, and now that you're up, you can take care of something that's been a nuisance to me for a long time now"

"And what would that be my dear lover?"

"My cherry Daddy, I'm still a virgin, and I want you to be my first, I've hoped for many years that this day would finally come and that I'd be able to give you this"

"If it's really what you want baby, but you realize that once this happens, there's no going back, things are going to be a lot different, we can stop now and return to the way things were, but if you want this, then we can take this next step together"

"Oh Daddy, this is why I love you so much, not only are you incredibly handsome, but your also a very caring lover, and I do want this, I want to be as close to you as I can be" Sara said as a tear ran down her cheek, which I leaned up and kissed away.

"Then I'd be honoured to be your first, but I haven't got any condoms and what if you get pregnant?" I had to ask, as I didn't want to risk such a drastic change of my daughter's life at such a young age by getting her pregnant.

"Then I'd be the most happiest woman alive, I want to carry your child, our child Daddy, but you don't need to worry Daddy, I know my cycle and I'm not fertile for another two weeks" was her response, putting my worries to rest.

"Well then my dear girl, why don't you climb on and we'll see what we can do about that pesky maidenhead of yours" I said with a kiss and a smile, this would be it, there was no going back now"

Patting her on the side of her hips, I managed to get her to raise up high enough that I could get my hand in between us to hold my cock up for her, and with a little encouragement, I managed to get her to slowly lower herself until she had the tip of my cock in her tight virgin pussy, I had to fight the urge not to ram it into her right away, this would be a long drawn out process, but I had all the time in the world for my little girl.

"Oh Daddy, it feels so good inside me"

"That's only the head baby, just imagine how it will feel when you have it all in" I replied, a sly grin crawling across Sara's face as she imagined the heights of pleasure she'd reach tonight. Slowly she began to lower herself onto me. An inch at a time she'd go down, before she'd pull back up, and then slide down again going a bit further, until we could both feel the head of my cock pushing against her hymen.

"You ready baby, I can't lie to you, this is going to hurt, but I'll do my best to get it over with as quickly as possible okay?"

"Okay Daddy" she nodded and I placed my hands on her hips.

"On three, one…two…three!" and with that I thrust my hips into her as hard as I could, a scream of pain rang through the house as I tore through the thin wall of flesh that used to be her hymen, and bottomed out in her pussy. Sara collapsed onto my chest, and I kept us still, stroking her back softly as she got over the pain of her deflowering, sobbing softly into my shoulder. 

I let her rest there on my chest, my cock balls deep in her now deflowered pussy, as she slowly came around again, when I felt her push back on me slightly, I knew she was ready again, and I began making slow small thrusts into her, gradually picking up the pace as the remnants of her virginity were worn away. Eventually, she managed to push herself up so that she was at a slight angle to my body, and began to ride me towards her first penetration induced orgasm, and it wasn't long before it finally hit her.

"OH DADDY YES, YES, YES I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, for a second I was afraid the neighbours might hear us, but as I felt her body shudder in ecstasy, my cares about the rest of the world disappeared. Her body went stiff, and then collapsed on top of me, but I wasn't finished yet, and I was determined to show her just how good it could be.

Rolling her body off of mine, I laid her on her back as I crawled around in between her legs, I could see a bit of blood mixed in with my cum leaking out of her pussy, but it was nothing to worry about. Grabbing her by the ankles, I propped them up on my shoulders and entered her again, drawing a gasp from her

"Oh no please Daddy, not again, I'm not ready" she pleaded, but the look in her eyes betrayed her. Leaning over on top of her, I began thrusting into her again at an incredible pace, sounds of moaning and grunting filled the air from both of us as we raced towards our peak again, leaning down on top of her, I drew a nipple into my mouth, and nibbled on it just enough, to push her over the edge




A Daughter's Love



"OH GOD DADDY, NOT AGAIN, I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!!!" I realized at that moment that my daughter is a screamer, and loved her for it, I felt her body go tense once again, and when I felt her warm juices wash over my cock, that was enough to send me over the edge, and I blew my second load of the night into her tight pussy. The realization that her father just came in her sent Sara immediately into another orgasm, a total sensory overload, and it sent her body into shutdown, as she passed out from the pleasure, I just laid down next to her, my cock slowly going soft slipped out of her with an audible pop, and I pulled her into my arms, holding her close and stroking her hair until I felt her breathing slowly return to normal, when her eyes finally fluttered back open, she had a smile on her face like the cat who just ate the canary.

"Love you Daddy."

"Love you too Sara."