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A Father's Love

By: Roke



Jamie let the hot water streaming from the shower wash over her, soaking her long raven hair and rinsing it free of the shampoo she had just finished massaging into it. The water ran down the length of her body, the needle spray pelting her breasts, sensitizing her nipples, and forming a river between them which ran down her smooth, taut tummy and over the sparse triangle of neatly trimmed hair between her muscled thighs.

Jamie picked up the soap from the dish and began lathering her lean body, working the suds into a thick foam as she ran the soap in circles over her full breasts, her fingers lightly brushing across her taut nipples, before moving down over her abdomen. She lathered up the triangle of dark hair between her legs, letting her fingers lingeringly trace up and down the lips of her teenage pussy, feeling them swell with blood as she teased them, dragging her nail lightly up them. Losing herself in the combined sensations of the pulsating hot water and her fingers, she pulled back the hood of her clit, letting her soapy finger trace circles around it, her long perfectly sculpted nail tracing it lightly.

She was rocked out of her reverie by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Jamie froze, her fingers still lightly touching the lips of her sex, and listened. She eased back the edge of the blue shower curtain and peeked out.

Standing next to the shower, eyes still mostly closed by sleep, dark hair silvering at the temples standing up in a rat's nest of tangles, was her father. He stood in front of the toilet with his worn burgundy bathrobe hanging open. Jamie could see his swollen penis as he forced out the first piss of the morning.

Jamie couldn't pull her attention away from her father's engorged member. Her fingers began teasing the swollen lips of her sex more urgently as she examined him through the narrow part in the shower curtain. At eighteen, she was still a virgin. She had thus far resisted all the overtures of Jeremy, her quarterback boyfriend, to give in and have sex as "a sign of her love for him". Her father's penis…or cock, as her boyfriend liked to call it…was the first she had ever seen outside of sex education textbooks. She was amazed by the thickness of it…and realized that it wasn't even fully erect!

Her father finished urinating and, still half asleep, reached forward and depressed the handle on the back of the toilet, flushing it. The water of the shower grew scalding hot for a moment, and Jamie let out a little yelp and jumped. Her father's eyes widened as he looked towards the shower. Jamie pulled back from the crack in the curtain just in time. She would die of embarrassment if Daddy caught her looking at him!

"Sorry princess." Her father mumbled sleepily. "Wasn't thinking. Need coffee."

"It's okay Daddy." She called, her voice slightly strained, as he stumbled back out of the bathroom towards the kitchen to make the desperately needed extra strong, extra black brew he started out each day with. He shut the door behind him and Jamie leaned back against the wall of the shower stall. She was amazed to find that her fingers were still busily stroking her clit.

"This is wrong." She told herself, as she leaned back, water running over her, and began fingering herself with more urgency. "Thinking about Daddy and playing with my pussy in the shower. I'm such a naughty slut!" The thoughts only seemed to turn her on more. She rolled her clit between her fingers, then pinched it hard, gasping slightly at the sharp pain, before she released it and gasped anew at the rush of blood returning.

"He's not really my father, though," she thought, her fingers trailing down her plump labia. "He's Daddy, of course…but Mom didn't marry him until I was a year and a half old. I've always known he's not my biological father…but he's always been my Daddy…even after Mom died."

Jamie thought briefly about her mother, who had died in an automobile accident when Jamie was ten years old. Then other thoughts invaded her mind…thoughts of Daddy and Mom in bed. Thoughts of Daddy fucking Mom with that huge cock. Thoughts of Mom writhing in the bed beneath him, arching her body up to meet his thrusts. And somehow, as two fingers began stroking in and out of her tight passage, the image of her mother bucking and moaning beneath her father changed and became an image of her, Jamie, bucking and moaning beneath him. She could feel his thick cock buried deep within her. She could feel his mouth kissing her. She could feel his strong body pressing her down against the mattress.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Jamie's body tensed and she choked out a low moan as she was wracked by an intense orgasm. The other orgasms she had brought herself to over the years seemed minor compared to this one. She felt her knees going weak, and lowered herself, crouching in the corner of the tub, as she tried to get her breathing and pulse back under control.

Jamie tensed suddenly as she heard the door to the bathroom open again.

"Princess? Save some hot water for Daddy, okay?" Her father called. Then she heard the bathroom door closing again. She quickly finished showering and shut the water off, pulling back the curtain and stepping out onto the rug. She dried off quickly, wrapping the damp towel around her hair, and grabbed her pink silk robe off the hook on the back of the door, hurriedly putting it on and exiting the bathroom.

"All finished Daddy." She called as she went into her bedroom to fix her hair and make up and dress for school.

- - - - -

Kevin Allen walked into the bathroom recently vacated by his teenage daughter and hung his ratty burgundy robe on the hook on the back of the door. He hung the clean towel he'd just grabbed from the linen closet on the rack next to the tub and pulled back the shower curtain. As he did so, he could have sworn he caught the lingering scent of a woman's sex. He smiled to himself and shook his head, passing it off as his imagination, as he stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. 

"Been too long without a woman, old man." He thought to himself as he stepped under the stream. He had been a widower for eight years, and though he had tried to date a few times, he'd never felt the connection he'd had with Jenny. Jenny was Jamie's mother. They'd been high school sweethearts until he had graduated, two years before her, and gone off to college. When he'd graduated from college and returned home, he'd run into her again, and discovered she had an 8-month-old daughter. The girl's father had knocked her up their senior year of high school, then refused to have anything to do with her, denying it was his child. With assistance from her parents, Jenny had not only been able to keep and raise Jamie, but was enrolled in the autumn semester at the local community college.

Kevin had started dating Jenny again, casually at first, until it slowly reached the point that they were spending all their free time with one another. And not just the two of them. Kevin went out of his way to find things that he, Jenny and Jamie could all do together. He had never stopped loving Jenny, and falling in love with Jamie was easy. 

On December 31st, 1984 Kevin had asked Jenny to marry him. She had said yes, and on May 15th, 1985 they had become Mr. and Mrs. Kevin Allen, and baby. Kevin had officially adopted Jamie a year later. They had lived as a blissfully happy family until December 20th, 1991. Jenny was coming back from Christmas shopping. The roads were slick with ice. Another car, driven by a man who had had too much to drink at the company Christmas party, spun out of control on the ice and slammed into her, causing her car to spin out of control and roll, sliding on it's roof into the median. She had died instantly.

None of these thoughts, of course, were on Kevin's mind that crisp October morning. No…the thoughts of Jenny's death, the thoughts of romancing and proposing to her, even the thoughts of their blissful marriage were far from his mind that morning with the faint hint of female arousal in his nostrils in the shower. What Kevin was thinking about was the sex he and Jenny had.

Jenny had discovered after reading "The Story of O" that she was a submissive, and had helped bring out the Dominant personality traits within Kevin. They had explored these aspects of themselves, and had soon settled very comfortably into the roles of Master and slave. This had not only strengthened the bond they had as husband and wife, removing the petty fights so many couples have over control of the marriage, it had also ignited their sex life.

Kevin leaned back against the wall of the shower and began stroking his soapy hand up and down the length of his rapidly swelling cock, eyes closed as he thought about the good times with Jenny. Images of Jenny kneeling before him, worshipping his cock with her lips and tongue. Images of Jenny, laying across the bed, ass striped by his belt, pleading for more as her juices flowed from her cunt down the inside of her thighs. Images of Jenny, covered in sweat, writhing beneath him, begging for permission to cum.

With a groan Kevin released the load that had rapidly built in his balls…spraying it onto the floor of the shower and opening his eyes to watch it whirlpool down the drain. Then he quickly finished showering and turned off the water, stepping out of the tub and drying off and wrapping the robe around him before opening the door to let the steam out so he could shave.

Kevin opened the door to find Jamie standing there, hand raised as if ready to knock. At eighteen, she stood 5 foot 5 inches tall, weighed 115 pounds, all firm and toned due to cheerleading and volleyball, and had bright blue eyes and raven hair hanging all the way down her back to her waist. She was dressed in the blue and gold cheerleading uniform of her High School.

"Jeremy's here, and I'm off to school, Daddy. I'll see you after the game!" She smiled brightly at him, then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't be too late Princess." He called after her as she hurried to the front door. As she turned to smile at him again, it occurred to Kevin for the first time that she looked just like her mother. 

- - - - -

Jamie sat bored in her Mythology class as her teacher, a plain middle aged woman with a monotonous voice, droned on and on about Oedipus the King. Though Ms. Duncan possessed absolutely no public speaking skills, she insisted on providing an oral recap for the less studious pupils in her class. Unlike most of her classmates in this course, an elective she had taken to pad out her senior year, Jamie had already read and fully comprehended Sophocles' play about the King that gouged his own eyes out after his mother, upon learning she had married her son, had committed suicide.

Jamie fidgeted in her seat, trying to get comfortable, as her mind attempted to drown out the sound of Ms. Duncan's voice. She doodled idly in her notebook and let her mind begin to wander. Images of her father's swollen penis kept popping into her mind. She couldn't help but fantasize about what it would look like fully erect. And the thought of what it might feel like penetrating her made her shudder. She couldn't imagine anything so large actually fitting inside her tight pussy. She'd never been able to fit more than two of her slender fingers inside of herself. 

She began to wriggle slowly in her chair as the naughty thoughts of her father caused her to grow warm. She felt a tightening in her tummy, and realized that she was growing wet between her legs. Her clit had swollen and begun to throb. Shaking her head to clear the images that had invaded her mind, she raised her hand. Ms. Duncan paused in the middle of a sentence and looked at her.

"Yes, Jamie?" she asked, peering at the young girl over the rim of her glasses.

"M-may I go to the restroom, Ms. Duncan?" Jamie asked, her voice slightly husky.

"Of course, dear." Ms. Duncan answered, before turning her attention back to her notes to try and locate her lost train of thought.

Jamie got up and walked quickly out of the classroom and down the hall to the girls' restroom. She pushed open the door and walked inside, relieved to discover she was the only one there, and crossed quickly to the last stall, pulling the door shut behind her. She dropped her panties and lifted her skirt before sitting on the toilet seat. Her hand dove for the swollen lips of her sex, fingers teasing back the hood of her clit and revealing the throbbing jewel.

She rapidly stroked and teased her clit with the fingers of her right hand, her left hand first sliding up to pinch at her nipples through her sweater, then moving down to caress her labia, parting them and feeling the moisture flowing from her, then teasing the quivering mouth of her tunnel. As she stroked herself to an intense orgasm, her mind was filled with thoughts of her Daddy, and all the dirty, totally wrong things she wanted him to do to her. She was unable to suppress the long, low moan that escaped as her orgasm rocked her body.

"What is wrong with me?" She thought as she took some toilet tissue off the roll and began wiping herself dry. "This is SO not right. He's my DADDY!"

Jamie dropped the drenched toilet tissue into the bowl between her legs, then stood and pulled her panties back up, smoothing her skirt down. She turned and pushed down the plunger, flushing the toilet, and opened the stall door. She went to the sink and washed her hands, then looked into the mirror to check her hair.

"He is a very attractive man." She thought as she took her hairbrush from her purse and began running it through her long raven locks. "A girl could do much worse. I think I'll probably end up marrying a boy just like him. But will that boy be enough like him to get me as excited as thoughts of Daddy do?"

Jamie frowned at herself in the mirror.

"STOP IT!" She told her reflection. "Maybe it's time you stopped fighting off Jeremy after all."

Jamie sighed, and put her brush back into her bag. She sprayed herself quickly with some cologne, hoping to hide any lingering traces of her musky aroma, then exited the restroom and returned to class.

- - - -

Kevin let himself wearily into the house, shutting the front door behind him, and tossing his sports coat across the back of the sofa as he walked over and collapsed into his recliner.

He'd had a rough day at work, and just wanted to relax for a few minutes. Kevin was a Professor of English Literature at the local university, and his day had been monopolized today with staff meetings and student conferences, in addition to his lecture on Sir Tristram and Lady Iseult.

Kevin suddenly noticed how quiet the house was, and called out "Jamie?", before remembering that there was a football game tonight. Jamie would be cheerleading at that, and then she and that moron jock Jeremy would go out with their friends to either celebrate the victory or commiserate the loss. Which meant pizza for dinner.

Wearily, Kevin pulled himself back up out of his recliner, and walked into the kitchen. He took the phone off the hook and punched in the numbers for the pizza parlor listed on the magnet stuck to the side of the refrigerator. After ordering a large pepperoni, he hung the phone back up and opened the cupboard over the refrigerator. He reached up and took the bottle of bourbon down, then retrieved a double old-fashioned glass from the cupboard next to the sink. He poured in a double shot of bourbon, then added ice and topped it off with cola from the 2 liter bottle in the door of the fridge.

Kevin took his drink and walked back into the living room to watch television while he waited for his pizza to be delivered. He flipped through the stations until he found "Casablanca" just starting on the classic movie channel, and settled in for a night of pizza, bourbon, and Bogart.

- - - -

Jamie sat on the bleachers of the darkened High School football stadium with a group of her fellow cheerleaders who were, of course, also dating members of the team. She listened, feigning interest, to the inane teenage girl chatter as they waited for the boys to finish showering and changing.

"I don't know why I hang out with these airheads." She thought to herself as they went into a fit of giggling over some teen heartthrob she wasn't familiar with. She didn't watch the typical teenage television shows, preferring to spend a quiet evening reading, or watching whatever Daddy was watching.

Being the daughter of an English professor, she had an appreciation for arts and literature that just wasn't considered "popular" by those that decide such things. And deep down inside, Jamie feared not being accepted. So she dated the quarterback, constantly telling herself that he was a diamond in the rough, and with encouragement he could rise above the typical jock mentality, and she hung out with the cheerleaders, and pretended to be interested in what they had to say. And she kept her opinions to herself, so that she would be considered part of the "in" crowd.

One of the other cheerleaders, a girl with the unlikely name of Amethyst, made a catty comment about the President of the Honor Society, and Jamie, taking her cue from the others, laughed along, secretly cringing inside. Jamie was a member of the Honor Society, but her fellow cheerleaders forgave her for that, blaming her brains on her father, and making allowances for that because, after all, she was a cheerleader.

"I wonder what Daddy did for dinner tonight?" She wondered as the conversation degraded into another fit of giggles. "Probably ordered a pizza again." She thought to herself, smiling slightly. "That man would live on pizza and Chinese take-out if I wasn't there to take care of him!"

And it was the truth. After her mother had died, Kevin had done a wonderful job of providing a loving, supportive environment for his daughter, but had unfortunately lacked the necessary culinary skills to provide a diet that was both healthy AND tasty. So Jamie had taken it upon herself to learn to cook. Shortly after that, she noticed how tired Daddy looked one night after working all day, as he took a load of laundry down to the basement. The next day, when he got home from work, he was surprised to find that she had done all the laundry for him, and also straightened up the house. It didn't take long before Jamie had completely taken over the management of the house. When she was sixteen, she had even started balancing his checkbook for him.

Kevin had talked to Jamie about applying to various colleges around the country. With her intelligence and grades, he was certain she could attend any university she wanted, probably on an academic scholarship. Jamie had insisted she would go to the local college, the one he taught at. "Who would take care of you if I went away?" she had asked, smiling at him teasingly and sticking out her tongue. He had laughed and hugged her.

Jamie smiled to herself, thinking about that hug. She and Kevin had a very affectionate relationship. He believed in hugging and kissing her often, wanting to make sure she never doubted how much he loved her. She realized from the psychology classes that she had taken that he was over-compensating in a way for the fact that he was not her biological father. But she didn't mind. She had never doubted her Daddy's love, and never felt as safe and secure as when she was in his arms as he hugged her. "When I find a boy that makes me feel that way, I'll marry him!" She had always told herself.

Sitting there, on the bleachers, the sound of teenage chatter surrounding her, Jamie thought about her Daddy's hugs. Then she thought about the images she'd had in the shower, and in Mythology class. She shifted a little on the hard surface of the bleacher as she felt herself get warm between the legs. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her Daddy hugging her and kissing her, but not in the way a Daddy kisses his daughter. In the way lovers hug and kiss. She could almost taste his lips on hers as she thought of pressing her tight, young body against him. She imagined what his penis…no…his cock would feel like pressing against her. Jamie could feel herself growing wet as her mind conjured an image of Daddy between her legs, fucking her hard with his beautiful cock, stretching open her tight young cunt, while he groaned out her name…"Ohhhhh…Jamie…Jamie…"


A Father's Love



"Jamie!" Amethyst said again, snapping her fingers under Jamie's nose. "Wake up, girl, the guys are coming!"

Jamie shook her head and focused, seeing the football team, laughing and joking, all in their blue and gold letter jackets, emerging from the locker room. She stood, hoping that the warmth on her face didn't indicate that she was blushing, and tried to smile as Jeremy walked up to her.

"Hi there gorgeous!" Jeremy said as he took her in his arms and kissed her. She felt his tongue probing at her lips, and parted them slightly, letting him dart it in just a bit before pulling back. Jeremy was 6 foot 1 inch, 210 lbs of muscle, with wavy sandy brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He was, as her fellow cheerleaders would say, a hunk. She just wished she felt as safe and secure in his embrace as she did in Daddy's.

"Ready to go?" He asked her, taking her by the arm and guiding her toward the car, not waiting for an answer one way or the other. "We're going over to Randy's house, have some brewskis, order a pizza. Sound good?" 

Jeremy let go of her arm as they got to his Camaro, walking over to the driver's side and sliding behind the wheel. He looked at Jamie, standing by the passenger door, through the window.

"It's unlocked." He said. Jamie sighed and opened the door, sliding in beside him and buckling her seat belt.

"A gentleman would have opened the door for me." She told him icily. Jeremy just laughed and started the car, pulling out of the school parking lot with a squeal of tires.

"Daddy would have opened the door for me." Jamie thought as Jeremy accelerated.

- - - -

Kevin mixed himself another bourbon and cola, his third, and put the remains of the pizza in the refrigerator. He didn't normally drink heavily, but it had been a really hard day, he had nothing planned for his Saturday morning, and he needed to relax. Besides, the classic movie station seemed to be showing a Bogart festival, and bourbon and Bogart just seemed to go together, somehow. He almost wished he hadn't given up smoking fifteen years earlier.

He glanced up at the clock. 11:30. The game would be over, and Jamie and Jeremy would be out some place with their friends. Kevin really wished Jamie would date someone more worthy of her, but he remembered how important it was to be accepted in high school. He also remembered how Jenny, Jamie's mother, had worried so much about being accepted. She had always seemed to have a low self-image, and always seemed to need the approval of others. That's how she'd gotten mixed up with the boy who had knocked her up, in fact. Jenny had been a cheerleader, just like Jamie. The boy who had gotten her pregnant, then refused to take responsibility, had been a football player.

He sipped his drink and thought again about how much Jamie resembled her mother. Then he thought about her being out with that Neanderthal Jeremy. "If he touches her, I'll kill him." He muttered to himself, trying to turn his attention back to the movie. His mind refused to focus on the black and white image, though. It preferred to show him scenes of Jamie pinned down in the seat of Jeremy's Camaro, as he had his way with her. Or was it an image of Jenny and the Neanderthal that had used her? Either way, Kevin could feel his anger growing. He glanced up at the clock again. 11:45.

"She'd better not be out too late." He grumbled, and took another sip of his drink.

- - - -

Jamie sat stiffly in the car seat, staring straight ahead out the windshield, as Jeremy leaned over and tried to slide his tongue between her tightly clenched lips. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of beer on his breath and pulled her head back.

Jamie had insisted they leave the party after she had caught Jeremy in the kitchen with a couple of his team-mates, passing around a joint. She had ignored the beer, knowing that getting together and finishing off a couple of cases was what the football team traditionally did after a game, but she was not about to tolerate marijuana. So she had put her foot down.

Instead of taking her home, though, Jeremy had driven her to the lake, where kids traditionally went to park. Jamie hadn't said anything about it at the time, because she was pissed off and planned on giving Jeremy an earful. He had pulled up next to the dock, with the view of the moon reflecting off the calm waters before them. She had sat quietly, waiting for him to say something. When he had leaned over, she had vowed to remain still and silent as a statue, and resist his clumsy attempts at seduction.

Jeremy tried again to press his tongue between her lips, at the same time cupping her right breast through her sweater. Jamie swatted his hand and pushed him away, turning her head. "NO, Jeremy!" she said between clenched teeth. Unfortunately, her action caused his hand to drop to her thigh. Jeremy took this as an invitation, and slid his fingers under the hem of her short cheerleading skirt to touch the crotch of her panties. She felt his grope, and slapped him.

Jeremy grinned and grabbed her wrist, ripping at the thin fabric of her panties with his other hand. Jamie slapped him with her free hand, using her nails to scratch a ragged, bloody trail down his cheek. "I SAID NO!" She screamed at him. She heard the cotton of her panties rip away and felt the cool night air against her now bare body. She smacked Jeremy again, and he sat back in his seat, hand stroking the marks on his cheek left by her nails.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" He demanded. His voice sounded angry, but he looked like he was about to cry.

"I SO don't want to do this, Jeremy. I told you NO. I told you to take me home…not take me to the lake and rape me!"

Jeremy sat with his mouth open for a moment, looking at her.

"I wasn't trying to rape you." He protested, the implications of the word making it's way through the fog of his brain. "You're my girl…I just thought you'd like to make out. That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do, you know!"

"Oh, is it?" She said tersely. "Boyfriends drive their pissed off girlfriends to the lake and maul and grope them against their will and rip their panties? I'm SO glad you enlightened me, Jeremy."

"You don't have to be such a bitch about it." He said in a hurt voice.

"That's right, Jeremy. I'm a bitch." She yanked the shredded remains of her panties from between her legs and threw them at him. "Here…a little something to remember me by. Because this BITCH refuses to have anything else to do with you. Now TAKE ME HOME!"

Jeremy looked at the cotton rag of her panties, then looked at her. His hand dropped to his side and shoved the shredded remnants of her panties into his pocket. 

"What are you saying, Jamie?" He asked. She could see from the moonlight shining through the windshield that tears were forming in his eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't seem to care, though.

"I'm saying that from this moment on you and I are officially broken up. Finished. Now take me home."

Jeremy looked like he was about to protest, but finally turned to face forward and started the car. He pulled out of the park and got onto the highway to drive her home, in complete silence.

- - - -

Kevin poured himself a second cup of coffee and glanced up at the clock. 1:08 am. Two minutes later than the last time he'd checked. He sipped the strong, black coffee as he continued to pace back and forth in the kitchen.

After his fourth bourbon and cola, Kevin had decided to make a pot of coffee so he could stay awake until Jamie got home. He knew that the coffee wouldn't help sober him up, but at least he'd be a wide-awake drunk when she came through the door. The more he'd sat and drank and thought about his beautiful young daughter out with that jock strap Jeremy, the more angry he'd become.

He couldn't stop the images of her in various obscene positions with the bastard from dancing through his brain. "She's eighteen…old enough to make her own decisions." A voice inside his head kept trying to remind him. "She's eighteen and beautiful and deserves better than that asshole." Answered another voice. And so the pornographic horror story had continued playing on the movie screen inside his brain.

But images of Jamie and Jeremy were not the only ones that had haunted him. Other images had kept creeping in. Images of him with Jenny…or was it Jamie? That was the problem. He couldn't tell whether these thoughts he was having were memories of sex with his wife, or fantasies of sex with his daughter. And that was what had prompted him to put away the bourbon and put the coffee on.

Kevin paced back and forth, up and down the length of the modern kitchen, sipping his coffee. Trying to clear his mind. "Jenny and I had a great sex life." Kevin thought. "It was perfect, in fact. But stumbling into Dominance and submission with my wife left me ill equipped to go out searching for a new slave after she had died. I know Jenny would have wanted me to remarry. I know she's probably in Heaven angry at me right now for still being single…for not even sleeping with another woman in the eight years since her death. But once you've tasted perfection, how can you ever be expected to settle for less?"

The idea of dating made Kevin sick to the stomach. The thought of investing time and money courting a woman in a traditional relationship, only to find out too late that she was vanilla, the term used for anyone not into the kinky sex he and Jenny had been into, was completely distasteful to him. So instead of pursuing the normal sexual urges of a forty year old man, Kevin took satisfaction in his work shaping the minds of the young at the university, and watching his beautiful and brilliant daughter grow into a woman.

"A woman without enough common sense to see what a jerk that asshole boyfriend of hers is." He muttered to himself as he drained the last of the coffee from his cup and paced back across the kitchen to refill it. He glanced up at the clock again. 1:25.

Kevin lifted the cup to his lips, blowing on the dark liquid, and was about to take a sip when he heard the overly loud engine noises of Jeremy's Camaro pull up in front of the house. He pulled back the curtain on the kitchen window…curtains Jamie had made…and watched as Jamie got out of the car. Jeremy got out of the driver's side and followed her up the walk. Kevin saw him grab her and pull her into his embrace, covering her mouth with his and kissing her. Then he saw Jamie pull away, and resume walking towards the house, Jeremy still walking after her. He lost sight of them as they climbed the steps up onto the front porch. 

- - - -

On the front porch, Jeremy made another lunge to wrap his arms around Jamie. Her hand came flying up and slapped him sharply across the cheek, as her other hand, slamming into the center of his chest, shoved him back. He stood there, hand clutched to his face in disbelief, looking at her.

"I told you we are through, asshole." She hissed at him. "Now take your dumb ass back to your car and leave now. Or do I need to yell "RAPE" and get my father out here?"

"You wouldn't do that." Jeremy protested. "Besides, I'm not raping you."

Jamie gave him a cold smile.

"My torn panties are in your jacket pocket." She reminded him. "I have a feeling Daddy would be more than willing to believe me if I told him you tried to rape me."

A look of horror clouded Jeremy's face as the reality of her words registered in his brain. He fumbled out the remains of her panties and threw them back at her quickly, then stumbled down the steps and ran to his car. She watched, a satisfied smile on her face, as he started the Camaro and peeled away from the curb. Then she tucked the panties into her purse and opened the front door.

* * * *

Kevin leaned against the kitchen countertop next to the coffee pot, sipping from his mug, as he heard Jamie open the front door and lock it behind her. She peeked into the kitchen at him.

"You didn't have to wait up, Daddy." She told him with a smile.

"Of course I did, Princess. I'm your father. I worry about you. Kinda late tonight, aren't you?"

"There was a party after the game." She explained. "Then Jeremy and I went to the lake to…talk." Jamie could feel her face flushing crimson at the explanation. She didn't feel comfortable telling Daddy what Jeremy had tried to do, or the reason she had insisted they leave the party early.

Kevin watched the blush creep across his daughter's lovely features and set the cup down on the counter. He took a step towards her.

"I remember 'talking' from when I was younger, Jamie. I remember the lake, too. Your mother got herself in trouble at that lake, 'talking' with a boy."

"It's not like that, Daddy," she said with a sigh. "We weren't doing anything."

Kevin took another step towards her, and was certain he caught the smell of female arousal. Jamie watched her father approach, his eyes so intense, and couldn't stop the image of her fantasies from earlier in the day flashing through her mind. She felt her body betray her as she grew damp between her thighs.

"Are you having sex, Jamie? Did you let that half-wit, over-muscled bastard touch you?"

"NO, Daddy!" Jamie protested. She turned to walk down the hall to her bedroom, hoping to escape this conversation tonight. "We'll talk all about this in the morning, Daddy. Please don't worry about it."

Kevin saw her turn away from him and reached out to stop her, grabbing the leather strap of her purse and yanking on it. The strap tore away from the handbag, causing it to drop to the floor, spilling its contents. Her panties, as if by their own volition, landed in a crumpled pile of cotton at his feet.

Kevin looked down at the torn bikini panties, then back up at his daughter. Then he crouched down and picked them up, examining the rips in them. Jamie stood frozen before him, unable to turn and walk away, unable to think of anything to say. Kevin slowly guided his gaze up her long legs, to the short hem of her cheerleading skirt. He reached out and lifted it up, revealing the swollen lips of her sex, glistening with the juices she was unable to stop.

"Daddy…" She began, her voice sounding so much like that of a little girl. Kevin stood slowly, eyes blazing. Kevin was only a couple of inches taller than his daughter, but tonight Jamie would have sworn he towered over her. He took another step towards her, leaning down so his nose was almost touching hers, his eyes boring into hers as she felt them fill with tears.

"Whore!" He growled at her. She felt the tears streaming hotly down her face and tried desperately to think of something to say to make this all right. Kevin reached out and grabbed her savagely by the upper arm, then walked over to his chair, dragging her behind him. She followed along meekly, reverting to the little girl she once was, knowing she was in trouble, knowing she was going to be punished.

Kevin sat on the edge of his chair and dragged her face down across his legs. He roughly shifted her into position, then yanked up the back of her skirt, baring her ass. Jamie began to panic as she realized Daddy was getting ready to spank her. Daddy had almost never spanked her. Only when she was very, very bad.

"No, Daddy, please…I'm a good girl!" She cried. Kevin raised his hand and swung it, bringing it sharply across her right buttocks. She let out a little cry of pain.

"Count them, slut!" He demanded. Jamie stammered out "Wo-wo…One."

Kevin raised his hand again, and brought it down across her left buttocks. Jamie yelped and cried out "T-two."

Jamie bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation of the next smack. She was filled with a confluence of emotions and sensations, all seeming to battle for supremacy. She felt the shame of having disappointed Daddy. She felt the humiliation of being spanked and having Daddy see her bare ass and her wet pussy, and being called whore and slut. She felt the pain of Daddy's hand sharply smacking her. And in the back of her mind, she felt the comfort of knowing that Daddy was doing this because he loved her. The most confusing thing of all was the arousal she was feeling. Her body was responding to this, and liking it!

Kevin smacked her right ass cheek again, listening as she again yelped and called out "Three", then smacked her left ass cheek. This time, instead of yelping, Jamie let out a little moan before calling out "Four."

Kevin was suddenly transported back eight years. He had often spanked Jenny. It was something she enjoyed having done to her. He felt the surge of control rush through him, the adrenaline of Domination coursing through his veins, as he raised his hand to strike her right ass cheek again. The right ass cheek of his daughter, who looked so much like his wife.

"Mmm…fiiive." Jamie moaned, wiggling slightly on his lap. He could see the nectar flowing from her as he spanked her, he could feel her full breast and the point of her nipple pressing against his suddenly straining cock. He raised his hand again, bringing it down across her left ass cheek.

"Si-six, Daddy." Jamie breathed. "Please…"

"Please what, slut?" He growled at her, raising his hand again.

Jamie paused for a moment, her mind suddenly cloudy, her body seeming to take control of her and override the signals her brain was trying to send her about how wrong this was.

"Please may I have another?" She groaned.

Kevin grinned and brought his hand down across her ass again, catching the bottom of her right ass cheek where it met the top of her thigh.

"Oohhhh…seven…please Daddy may I have another?"

Kevin raised his hand, feeling the tingle in his fingers from the impact of his hand against her ass, and brought it down across the bottom of her left ass cheek.

"Eight, Daddy…please don't stop!" Jamie begged. "Spank your bad girl…punish your naughty little slut!" She could feel her orgasm building, the heat growing unbearable between her legs. She seemed to be floating, detached from everything, as if in a dream, watching her Daddy spank her naughty whore ass from a distance.

Kevin raised his hand and brought it down across the center of her right ass cheek, harder than any of the previous blows, feeling the sharp sting in the palm of his hand.

"NINE, Daddy…Please moooooorrrrre!" Jamie was panting heavily now and writhing in his lap. He raised his hand high and brought it down with a resounding crack across her bare left ass cheek.

Jamie jerked in his lap and moaned loudly, trying to choke out the word "Ten", but failing as it was overcome with a scream. She twitched for a moment, rubbing against his legs and swollen cock. He felt her juices, flowing from her cunt, soaking through the cotton of his khaki slacks.

Kevin pushed her off his lap onto the floor at his feet. As she began to tremble less, she crawled closer and wrapped herself around his feet, kissing his legs.

"You naughty, filthy whore." He said, his voice dripping with disgust. "Daddy tries to punish you, and you cum all over my lap. Is this how you behave with your jock boyfriend? Are you his little fucktoy?"

"Noooo, Daddy." Jamie moaned, nuzzling his lower legs with her face. "I've never fucked Jeremy, Daddy. I broke up with Jeremy tonight, after he tore my panties. I'm a good girl, Daddy."

"Liar!" He roared, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her hair. He dragged her roughly back up onto his lap, laying her back and yanking up her skirt again, exposing her wet, swollen sex.

"You've been letting him have this little cunt, haven't you, slut?" He asked, forcing her thighs apart with his right hand and running his fingers over her engorged lips.

"No Daddy…I'm a virgin!"

Kevin rammed his middle finger into her, feeling the tight muscles of her cunt clamp down around it, milking it. He stroked his finger back out, looking at her face, then rammed his finger into her again. He stopped as the tip of his finger encountered her still intact hymen. He paused, his finger still buried within her, looking into her eyes, brimming with tears.




A Father's Love



"You are still a virgin, aren't you Princess?" He asked softly. She nodded her head slowly. Kevin placed his left hand behind her neck and lifted her into a sitting position on his lap. He tried to withdraw his finger from inside of her, but she clenched her muscles down around it.

"Jamie…I…" He began. Before he could say anything else, she was kissing him. Her tongue was sliding past his lips, touching his as her hands clutched at him, holding tightly onto him. She rubbed her body against him. She pulled slowly back from the kiss and looked pleadingly into his eyes.

"I don't want Jeremy Daddy. I want you. Please don't hate me…please don't send me away…please let me be your little girl. Let me be your little slut please Daddy?" She begged.

"Jamie, this…" He started to day, but was once again cut off by her lips on his. She slipped gently to the floor at his feet, quickly removing her cheerleading uniform and bra, appearing nude before him. She leaned in between his legs and her hands nimbly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. The purple, swollen mushroom head of his cock poked out through the opening in the front of his boxers. Jamie reached in and wrapped her small hand around his shaft. Then she leaned in and licked tentatively around the crown. She looked up at him with shining blue eyes.

"I've never done this, Daddy. Will you teach me?" She asked. Kevin had to swallow a lump in his throat at the sound of her little girl voice. A small voice in the back of his brain tried to remind him this was his daughter, but it was quickly drowned out by another voice. It was a voice he hadn't heard, or at least hadn't listened to, for eight long years. It was the voice of the Dominant beast inside of him stirring from it's slumber and rising to take charge once more.

Kevin reached out and stroked his fingers through Jamie's long, silky raven hair, and guided her mouth to his cock. He tightened his grip in her hair as he pressed down, slowly, allowing her time to adjust to the feeling of his swollen shaft invading her mouth. He continued pressing on the back of her head until he felt himself impact against the back of her throat. He tugged on her hair, guiding her mouth back up the length of his shaft until only the head remained inside. She sucked on the head, swirling her tongue around it like a lollipop.

Moaning at the sensation of his beautiful young daughter's mouth and tongue on his cock, Kevin pressed on the back of her head again. This time Jamie lowered her mouth down of her own accord, relaxing the muscles in her throat to allow the swollen crown to slide smoothly into it. She kept her mouth there, sucking softly on it, then slowly bobbed her head back up. She could taste his salty pre-ejaculate as she traced the slit in the end of his cock-head with the tip of her tongue.

Jamie began bobbing her head up and down on Kevin's shaft, sucking and licking hungrily at him. Kevin felt his balls start to pulse and yanked sharply up on her hair, pulling her mouth up until only the head remained. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes as she suckled at the swollen head.

"Princess…Daddy's about to cum." He told her in a voice hoarse with need.

She smiled around his cock and rammed her head down, deep-throating him. With a strangled cry he erupted in her mouth, his cock twitching and pulsing as it emptied thick ropes of his hot seed into her throat. Jamie worked her mouth back up the length of his shaft and sucked on the head, milking it of his cum as he collapsed back into his chair.

Jamie let his softening cock drop from her mouth and smiled up at him, licking her lips.

"Mmmmmm…Daddy…you taste so good. Are you pleased with your naughty little slut Daddy?"

Kevin just smiled weakly and nodded. After a moment, he found his voice again.

"You're Daddy's good girl, Princess." He told her, reaching out to caress her cheek with his fingertips.

Jamie smiled happily at him and lay back on the floor, stretching her lean body out and spreading her toned thighs, bending her knees to let her feet rest flat on the floor. Her hand trailed down her body, lightly circling one red fingernail around her erect right nipple, then dancing lightly down across her abdomen. She guided her hand down between her thighs and began lightly stroking the swollen lips of her cunt, parting them to show Kevin her drenched entrance, trailing the nail of her middle finger around her engorged clit.

Kevin watched, throat dry, as his daughter played with herself on the floor in front of him. He was amazed to discover his cock swelling and lengthening again. He kept his gaze fixed on her, vaguely aware of his fingers working to remove his clothes. Not certain how it happened, he realized he was on the floor with her, kneeling between her thighs.

Jamie opened her eyes, glazed with lust, and reached up to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, until his mouth covered hers. She kissed him hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her sweet tongue, grazing it with his teeth and swirling his tongue around it. As they kissed, he lowered his body onto hers, so that the head of his now once more rigid cock brushed against the swollen lips of her cunt and teased her throbbing clit.

Jamie pulled back from the kiss and moved her mouth close to his ear, letting her tongue flicker out quickly to lick at the shell before whispering softly to him.

"Make your little girl a woman, Daddy. Make me Your woman, Daddy."

At the sound of her request, Kevin moved his hips, causing the head of his cock to slide down and come to rest at the mouth of her cunt. He could feel the soft petals of her tender young sex pulsing against his heated crown. He looked into her eyes.

"Please?" She begged, her eyes shining with a mixture of love and lust.

Kevin slowly stroked his cock into her, until the head came into contact with her still intact hymen. He stroked just as slowly back out, determined to take it nice and easy, to cause her as little pain as he could. Jamie seemed to have other ideas, however. She trailed her nails lightly down his back and grabbed hold of his ass. Just as he began to slowly stroke back into her again, she dug her nails into his buttocks and pulled him into her, at the same time arching her body up, impaling her virgin cunt on his shaft.

"Gawwwwwdddddddd yeeeeeeeessssssssssssss Dadddyyyyyyyyyy!" She screamed as he felt the strong muscles of her velvet sheath clench down around him and the warm wash of blood from her ruptured maidenhead. He stroked back out, caught up in the exquisite feeling of his daughter's virgin cunt, and rammed into her again, slamming his pelvis into her clit and grinding on it.

Jamie wrapped her legs around Kevin's back, pressing the heels of her feet into the top of his buttocks. She slid her arms back up to encircle his neck, digging her nails into his shoulders as he thrust into her again and again. She arched her back up to meet his thrusts, bearing down on the muscles of her pussy to tighten them, to massage his shaft with them.

Kevin felt the long dormant beast of his Dominance rising quickly within him, taking charge. He fucked her with a savage, animal passion, driving his cock into her deeper and harder, slamming into her body hard enough to bruise her tender clit, to mark it. His mouth dropped to her neck and he bit down, sucking hard, drawing the blood to the surface to darken her skin and mark her there, too.

Jamie felt her orgasm building, threatening to take control of her completely. She realized that she had ceased to exist as a person, becoming nothing more than a life support system for her cunt. Her cunt was all that was important. She was her cunt.

"I am my cunt…I am my cunt…" she babbled over and over as Kevin fucked her harder and faster. He raised his head from the dark mark on her neck and looked into her eyes as he heard her words, repeated like a mantra over and over. "I am my cunt…I am my cunt…"

"You are MY cunt." He growled at her.

Jamie focused on him, the need so obvious in her eyes.

"I am YOUR cunt, Daddy…." She panted. "Daddy…I need…I'm gonna…"

Kevin rammed deep inside of her again, pinning her to the floor.

"Cum for Me cunt…NOW!!" He roared.

Jamie screamed and felt her mind and body explode, wrapping herself around him and holding him close as her muscles spasmed, pulsed and throbbed around his cock. Kevin let out another growl as her orgasm pushed him over the edge, feeling his heavy balls pulse violently as they drove his cum up the length of his shaft. The head of his cock swelled painfully within her and exploded, blasting her tender, previously untouched insides with what seemed like gallons of his seed.

Slowly the two of them floated back to Earth, the world seeming to fade back into existence around them. Kevin remained buried within Jamie's tight sheath as he kissed her softly. She returned his kiss, holding him tight, as the muscles of her pussy milked his cock, draining it. Kevin slowly withdrew from Jamie and rolled onto the floor next to her, pulling her into his arms. Jamie curled up next to him, head resting on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat slow to normal. She ran her fingers idly through the dark curls on his chest.

"Do I still get to be your little girl Daddy…even though I was naughty?" She asked after a moment in a sing-song voice.

Kevin kissed the top of her head and smiled, wrapping her protectively in his embrace.

"Yes, Princess. You will always be Daddy's naughty little girl."



A Father's Love



The cockerel crows telling me it’s that time for work again. The shining of the sun through the window warms the naked flesh of my body as I slipped into my tight-hugging dress and made my way out doors to feed and milk the cows before daddy woke up - he always woke up in a foul mood. 

After I’d finished my chores I entered the kitchen to get myself a hard earned cup of tea.  Mother was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, I told her I was going to the beach on the front to take part in the volleyball competition. 

Daddy entered at that point in his usual foul mood and instantly told me I wasn’t going anywhere. I had just turned eighteen a few days ago and so retaliated using my age as an excuse. 

All he could say was, “Not while you’re under my roof.” I stormed back out-side and began humping the hay onto the tractor. As the sun began to shine at it’s fullest, sweat began to pour down me, making my dress see-through.

Anticipation swam between my thighs, as I thought of all those hunks, in their trunks. It’s always packed out this time of year, so I knew meeting some one wouldn’t be too much of a problem. As I began to daydream, Andrea turned up to relieve me. Sitting on the hay, my dress rode up to my thighs. Andrea asked what I would be doing today? I told her of the game that was to take place and she then said she’d meet me at six 0’ clock at The Tavern.

 I went up to my bedroom and standing in front of the mirror, I slipped off my dress and stared at my reflection, and admired my firm breasts.

  I ran my hand over my rounded belly and the downy ginger pubic hair.  I felt a warm glow in my abdomen when I caressed my nether lips, allowing my fingertip to gently explore the entrance of my virgin cunt.  

Soon my finger was damp with my love juices and I felt the insistent throb of my swollen clitoris - how I needed the touch of a man. I was gagging to know how it felt to have a big prick deep inside me for the first time.  

As I wandered down the road towards the beach I caught the end of the Punch and Judy show. Glancing over towards the Mowlem theatre at the end of the beach, I noticed lifeguards putting up the net for the beach volleyball match, which was to take place later. I decided to go for a swim to make time pass quicker, the blokes started arriving, mostly in pairs.  I knew that they were watching me as they began to sunbathe.

It got to the point where the game had commenced. I played my first game and got through to round two. 

An older, good-looking man stood out from all the young guys who had been looking at me.  I could see that he could not take his eyes off me.  When he peeled of his top, I saw the grey hairs of his chest and then he slipped off his trousers, he truly had some-thing in those trunks and all I could think of was having what he had to offer.  My cunt was hot and wet – my hard nipples thrusting through the thin material of my bikini bra.

I can’t explain the feeling’s that rode through me as I watched his every move. The referee cried the names of the next match; it was to be Patricia James and I in the first game of the quarterfinals. His eyes now watching my every move, the way my breasts wobbled as I ran across the court. Slowly a damp patch in my briefs began to appear. Every time, I bent down, I could feel his eye’s pacing my  body.

The final wasn’t to start until two 0’ clock so I didn’t waste any time in getting to know my admirer. Gyrating my hips as I walked I passed close to where he was lying, Noticing the ice-cooler, full of Cokes I took one out.

‘’Hi my name’s Melissa.’’ I said stepping over his recumbent body.  I saw his bulging lunch-box twitch letting me know just how much he wanted me. 

‘’I’m Derek but you can call me Del.’’ He said, looking up at me as I pushed the neck of the bottle in and out of my mouth slowly. I sat down next to him, my legs apart so he had a birds-eye view of my damp crotch. Del turned on to his side, I moved closer towards him so my body was pressing against his. My nipples felt like rocks in my bikini as they began to harden, knowing full well we both wanted each other. 

The match commenced, my mind drifted away from the game, to the thought of his cock pumping my cunt. It became agony just waiting for the moment to arrive - my insides had awoken for the first time. The referee blew the final whistle and without a second thought I ran into the sea and untied the bra of my bikini revealing my pert tits so he got a glimpse of what he would have missed, had he not joined me.

He rushed in throwing his arms around me, kissing my full lips, his hand wandered down between my thighs. Rubbing the pubic hair of my aching cunt, I began to rub his huge cock rubbing the helmet as it just seemed to grow bigger and bigger. The mixture of my juices and warm water together was becoming too much to handle.

Diving under the water, I swam away from him. Swimming towards Old Harry Rocks, although it was too far out from the sea to get to. I teased him towards me taking him to a secluded part of the beach so that we could enjoy each other’s bodies.

He pulled the leg of my bikini bottom to one side and slipped his finger up my leg into my hot slit.  I was so wet that he was able to slip a finger into my tight cunt.  His thumb massaged my hard clit as he finger-fucked my cunt.

With his free hand he grabbed the flesh of my right breast, as he licked and sucked my swollen nipple. I started crying out in ecstasy of his touch. He then stuck his tongue down my throat, still fingering my virgin cunt. I pulled down his trunks and then swam away from him, diving underneath the water; I spotted an alcove area and hid in there. Del came looking for me and saw the nakedness of my voluptuous body for the first time. 

Sitting on a rock with my back almost against the wall, Del caught up with me and didn’t hesitate darting his tongue into my gash as he began tweaking my nipples again. I began gagging him to fuck me with his hard cock; it didn’t take long for him to do as I commanded.  Our screams of ecstasy echoed in the alcove as he pumped harder and faster into my gapping hole. 

The warmth of his spunk entered me. For the first time, I knew how any woman felt when injected with such a sensation. Swimming to land, I ran to a part of the beach where no one could see us, I saw him coming up behind me so I bent over as to offer him my ass. 

“Not yet, young lady. That’s to come later!” He said with a wicked grin on his face.

 As we walked through the town, back to the hotel where he was staying, he spoke of how he had been visiting Swanage for the past twenty years. How he always had a partner, the lovesick teenager that I was, I told him I would love him for the rest of my life.  When he smiled I told him why I wanted to leave home, it was because of the rows Father and I always had. Del spoke of how I would be missed at home and that I was needed by my family. 

Telling him about the arguments that always happened and how I was at twenty-one years of age, old enough to do as I pleased. He put his arm around me and we continued to walk to the hotel where he was staying. When we got there, we both headed for his room; I asked if I could take a shower. Purposely I left the door ajar so he could watch me take off my jeans and bikini. 

The idea of that first fuck with Del, had my legs turning to jelly. I placed the shower head in it’s holder and pressed my body against the cool tiles while masturbating myself. Tweaking my nipple with my free hand, I turned around and noticed Del rubbing his cock frantically. He got up from his position on the bed, walked into the bathroom, still wanking his hard cock. 

I began running my hand over my Mons Veneris as he continued pumping his massive cock. His cum shot onto my belly, dripping down to my pubic hair. The water washing away his spunk made me want even more of him, he took off his clothes and got into the shower with me. Immediately he got onto his knees and began darting his tongue in and out of my sticky cunt.

“Oh yeah, fuck me! I need you to fuck me.” I said as he gripped my thighs to support himself as he slowly rose up my body, and then he pressed his lips against mine.  He broke the kiss and turned me facing the wall, I supported myself with my hands pressing against the tiles. I then felt his massive cock rubbing my love hole. 

“Oh yeah, go on ram it into me, faster, faster get faster please.” He began to bang my ass, getting faster as I had willed him to. My screams were now becoming louder as I for the first time, discovered what it was like to have a cock up the ass. Just like all my friends had spoke about so many times. 

He pounded his cock into my ass-hole. I thrust my ass into the air so he could go deeper into me. The warmth of his cock pumping my ass was amazing as he shot his load up my back passage.

The thought of no longer being a virgin, entered my mind as I slowly turned round and slid down his body to payback the compliment. I began to circulate his helmet with the tip of my tongue, and then took his full length into my mouth. His cock began to grow as I sucked continuously going faster then slower, I could tell I was doing it right as Del grabbed the back of my head and shoved his full length down my throat.

 I began to circulate my tongue around the thick length of his cock.  The warmth of his cock as I bobbed my head back and forth rhythmically had me taking the whole of his cock down my throat and swallowing the delights of a man for the first time. 

We both stepped out of the shower together, then grabbing the long white towel off the hook I began to dry myself. He stood there watching me as he pressed himself against the shower unit. My smile grew longer as he told me how he wanted to take care of me. 

His eyes glancing lovingly up and down my body.  I searched for my white-lacy panties in my bag. I put them on and then pulled them into my crouch teasingly. I then covered my firm 38DD tits inside the lacy white matching bra. Then standing against the frame of the door, I watched him pick up the towel I had used to dry myself. I began to gaze at his massive cock as he gently rubbed it dry. Then as he stepped into a pair of boxer shorts, I beckoned him towards me and enticed him onto the bed. 

“Why did you put them back on, I haven’t finished with you yet!” I said sliding my hands either side of his boxer shorts and pulling them back down again. His cock was semi-hard so I began rubbing his foreskin back and forth until it was the required length for my wet love-hole.

I then pushed Del onto the bed and sliding my panties aside. I sat on top of his magnificent length. My screaming became louder as every inch of his hard cock was inside me. As I rubbed the grey hair on his chest, he grabbed my tits making me bounce even harder on top of him with his every movement. 

Throwing back my long black hair and then slowly leaning forward I traced it over his chest. I began to feel like a woman for the first time. Finally I had discovered the pleasures of what most of my friends kept on about. It was amazing! Now I was no more a virgin-but in the same league as all my friends. My head began to swim and my buttocks, trickled with his cum. The feeling of his warmth had entered me and not for the first time. 

“Now is the right time!” He laughed.

I instantly knew what he meant and got on all fours. His cock entered my back passage and my screaming became louder with each thrust. Although it seemed he had just entered me, he came without any warning. We both collapsed on the floor before getting dressed again. 

Del picked up the phone and ordered champagne and strawberries to the room. When the waiter arrived with a glass bowl of strawberries and an un-opened bottle of Champagne. “Thank you Sir!” The waiter responded blushing seeing me in only my under-wear, as Del handed him a tip.

I was sitting in the corner of the room ogling the way his backside wiggled with his every move. He put two glasses on the table and poured out the champagne. I got up from where I was sitting, with a strawberry placed between my ruby red lip not in and not out of my mouth, for him to take from me. It was what he did next that I didn’t expect. Slowly eating the strawberry that my big-luscious lips had offered him. He began to rub my lacy panties, which were still drenched from my soaking wet cunt through the excitement of being with my first partner. He placed his arms around my waist and began tracing his finger up and down my spine; the slowness of his movement had me tingling.

 I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs wide apart. He then pulled the gusset of my panties to one side and placed a strawberry between my cunt lips. As he attempted to lash away at my entrance, curling his tongue inside my wet hole. I felt it riding deeper inside me. Had it gone all the way in? I really couldn’t tell but as it popped into his mouth, I realised that it had!

 The excitement of it had taken me to another planet. The way he sucked and pinched my hard erect nipples as I writhed on the bed. It was as though the feeling of an electric current was filling my entire body as he began to stick one then two fingers into my gushing love-hole.

Orgasm after orgasm rode through me like a tidal wave as his every movement became faster and faster. He went down between my legs and began darting his tongue in and out of me so sensually, all I knew at that time is he was to be the only lover for me. My pubic hair was soaking and my clit was throbbing with every flicker of his tongue. 

When he finally came up for air, I reached into his boxer shorts taking hold of his cock and slowly began to wank him off. He screamed, how he was about to cum. In quickness I pulled his stiff cock out of his boxer shorts and sat on top of him, riding him as though he was one of daddy’s horses. 

My long black hair was swaying from side to side as I licked my lips and looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. I then began to rub my clit as his whole length went right up me. The feeling was incredible. He reached for another strawberry and splattered it on my breast allowing the juice to run freely down to my belly and onto my pussy. He did the same to my other breast, the remainder of juice that wasn’t on me tripled onto the bed-sheets. Del sat up while I was still on top of him, he pulled my hair as his warm spunk filled my eager cunt.

 Picking up one of the glasses still full with champagne I got off his now limp cock and sat back in the chair crossing and uncrossing my legs so he could catch glimpses of my dripping spunk-filled cunt. 

My tits wobbled in whatever position I sat in. Del came and stood in front of me saying how he should take me home, we had better get dressed first, I remarked laughing. He slipped into his boxers, they fitted him somewhat like a dream. The tightness of them showed his muscular legs off a treat. He then did up his jeans and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. I tried to strike up a conversation about his past lovers. 

How he spoke of them was as though he still loved them. The amount, he said over the years of coming to Dorset, I wouldn’t be able to count on both hands. A tingle of jealousy swam through me as I thought about how I never wanted him to be with anyone else but me. 

As I sipped the last of the champagne, I pulled my lacy white knickers up and then put my jeans on.  Slipping into my blouse that showed of my bust to perfection. The nipples stuck out like pins, as we both left the room. Del slammed the door behind me and took hold of my hand as we made our way to the foyer. He paid the receptionist what he owed for the room, and then we went for chips along the front.

 He placed his arm around my waist and I paid back the compliment. As we both made it back to the farm. I slipped my hand in my pocket pulling out the key No one heard us slip in, so I took him into my bedroom. I heard the floorboards creaking as I threw my clothes and some belongings into a suitcase and shushed him to keep quiet. He whispered when are you going to tell your parents. I, this time sighed him to remain quiet.

Opening the bedroom door silently, we both went down stairs into the living room where mother was watching telly. I entered the lounge along with my suitcase and told her that I was leaving home to go live with Del. As he walked into the room, her face went as white as a ghosts.

 “Not on your life! Are you leaving with him.”  She quipped.’ 

“Why?  Don’t you want me to be happy.” I answered back. 

‘No! It’s because he’s your legitimate father.’ She shouted almost in tears.

I turned round looking into his blue eyes, which had appealed to me the first moment, he look up at me. For the first time in my life I was speechless. 

There was nothing I could think of doing but to throw my arms around him. All of a sudden I had become his little girl all right, but the love he was now showing me felt more like a fathers love. 




A Father's Love



Mack knew the address, although he'd only been there once before when helping his daughter, Susie, and her then new husband Jerry move in. That had been three years ago, and even though he hadn't been back since, Mack had the location burned into his memory for a couple of reasons, none of which were why he was there now.

Susie had called the night before. She'd been crying. All he remembered hearing her say was that Jerry had beaten her. It was all he'd needed to hear. He'd driven all night, a loaded shotgun rattling ominously behind the bench seat, and now by early morning light he pulled his battered Ford pickup to a halt at the curb and shut off the struggling engine. It was an old farm truck and it wasn't used to highway driving. He wasn't sure if it would make it back, but he'd have to deal with that when and if the time came. All he knew was, his daughter needed him and that truck was the only reliable vehicle he had beside his John Deere, and while that tractor might have been up to the journey at top speed he'd be two days on the road. When he heard his daughter crying on the phone he knew time was of the essence, in case the bastard decided to do it again. If he could have climbed through the fucking phone wire and been there instantly he would have done it.

On the way he'd wondered about what might have happened, and why. No father ever likes the man his daughter chooses to marry. Jerry wouldn't have been his first pick for his only daughter, but it wasn't his choice to make. He'd let her know his misgivings about the boy and then accepted her decision. She was the one that had to live with him, not Mack.

But, he'd never figured Jerry for an abuser. He didn't think he had the balls, for one thing. Jerry just didn't seem the type, but God knows what makes men do the things they do these days. 

Or women, for that matter.

In all probability, Susie had something to do with whatever happened. She was a strong-willed girl -- like her mother had been until cancer robbed her of her strength, her vitality, her dignity, and then her life -- and most men can't handle strong-willed women. Still, no matter what she might have done or said there was never a good reason for a man to hit a woman. If it had ever come to that between Mack and Corry, Mack knew he'd have just walked away. 

He'd come close a few times. Corry had had a way of getting under Mack's skin when she wanted to, and she didn't want to often but when that itch to start a fight became more than she could resist she knew just what to say and how to say it to get him riled up. He knew Susie had inherited at least that much from her mother. Both women had the ability to drive men to the line that separates reason from madness.

Jerry, evidently, had crossed the line. Now, he'd have Mack to deal with.

The unassuming colonial on a quiet suburban street was dark and still as Mack hit the front porch. The only car in the driveway was the little two-door import he had bought Susie when she graduated high school. He had hoped it would take her to college, but instead she married Jerry and became a suburban house-frau. The last Mack knew Jerry drove a Jeep. The sedan was the only car around.

Just as well. If he saw Jerry he'd beat the crap out of him, maybe use that shotgun on him if the little bastard was even the least bit recalcitrant, and then he'd have to get himself out of jail before he could do his daughter any good. This way he could just scoop her up and take her home and then deal with her husband when the time came.

The door opened before he knocked. Susie stood on the other side and walked away when she saw the look on her father's face. Mack let himself in.

"You okay?" he asked, closing and locking the door behind himself. 

Susie walked away from him, toward the kitchen.

"I'm okay," she said. "Coffee's on."

He followed her, and studied the way she walked. Fatigued, but not limping. That was good. Her bathrobe didn't reveal much skin, so he couldn't see any bruises, and her face had been obscured by a screen door when he came in so he couldn't have seen what damage there was and wouldn't until she stopped walking and turned around.

Susie grabbed two mugs and poured coffee, and handed one to her father.

Her face was fine. Not a mark on it. Maybe her idea of a beating was different from his.

Mack took the mug. "Where is he?"

Susie shrugged. "Who knows," she said. "Truth is I tossed the bastard out almost a month ago."

And he'd come back and done whatever because, why? Because she'd been shacked up with somebody else? Once Susie had figured out -- at the ripe old age of fourteen, no less -- what her body could do she couldn't stand to go more than a few days without using it to its full potential. Being without a husband, even a useless one like Jerry, to warm her sheets at night would have driven her to the first pick-up bar she could find. Still, infidelity wasn't an excuse for physical violence, but Mack felt his own anger begin to subside the more he realized Jerry might have been pushed over the line instead of just crossing it.

"D'you call the cops?"

Susie smiled, and then laughed, and something in her eyes told Mack she had something up her pink chenille sleeve.

"Actually," she said, "I haven't seen him in weeks."

Mack's neck tensed up. He stared at her, barely breathing. "You lied?" he said, not so much a question as a confirmation.

Susie met his stare. "I wanted to see you," she said. "And I knew if I told you why you'd never come."

The part of his brain that did most of the thinking told him to put the mug down, turn around, and nurse that old pickup back home before she said another word. Unfortunately, that wasn't the dominant cerebral patch at the moment, so he sipped the coffee and waited for her to explain herself.

"He never laid a hand on me," she said, and turned her face to see out the window at the sunrise over the back yard. "Maybe if he had he'd still be here," she added, and then looked back at Mack. "You were right about him," she said. "Right from the start. He was never gonna be what I wanted in a man."

As far as Mack could tell, there were only two things his daughter ever wanted from a man: a paycheck and a stiff dick. Either Jerry had joined the chronically unemployed or he'd lost his interest in her, and Mack couldn't see the latter happening because any man would have to be dead not to get aroused looking at Susie.

Susie sipped her coffee and turned completely to look out the window. "They say girls look for father figures when they go hunting for a husband," she said. "A substitute, you know? I always thought it was bullshit, but after three years with Jerry I became convinced how right it was. And, you know what?"

She turned to lock eyes with him again.

"No man will ever be able to take your place," she said.

He should have been flattered. He was too pissed off to accept a compliment.

"I drove like a wildman," he said, "all night." He thought it best not to mention the shotgun. "I could'a killed m'self and God knows how many other people trying to get here because you said he'd beaten you."

She didn't even try to weasel her way out or offer any excuses, other than asking him, "Would you have come otherwise?"

They both knew he wouldn't have.

"It was all I could think of."

"What if I'd seen him on the street before I got here?" he bellowed. "I'd have killed the bastard for nothing."

She put her cup down, walked over to him, cradled his scratchy face in her soft slender hands, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

He let her.

He felt his dick shift in his jeans as it grew. Damn, she was good! Too good. His hands went to her waist, and as soon as he touched her she seemed to melt into him.

"I want us to be together again," she whispered to him, momentarily breaking the kiss. "Momma's gone now, we can be together like we always wanted."

Her lips pressed to his and crushed them arduously before he could answer, "Like you always wanted." But he knew that wasn't the whole truth. He'd wanted her, too, every waking day for the past eight years. It was a want he had to suppress for so long, a want he'd enjoyed once, and wanted so desperately to enjoy again.

Her hands left his face and traveled down his shoulders to his back, drawing him in closer. She pushed her pelvis against him and felt his lust pulsing into her belly, and behind the kiss she smiled. 

Mack pushed away and peeled her off him, and held her at arms length until he was sure she'd stay there.

"This isn't right," he said.

She stopped struggling and he released her.

"It wasn't right the first time," she said. "It's no worse now."

As far as he was concerned, it was never right at any time. It never had been. The memories of that afternoon drove him crazy, because he hated himself for what he'd done and because he hated the fact that ever since he had wanted to do it again.

And he hated that they'd been caught, because that did more to take the fight out of Corry than the cancer alone ever could have.

Susie opened her robe before he could stop her. She was naked underneath it. She held the sides open like big pink wings.

"You gonna tell me you don't want this?" she said, and her eyes went to the front of his jeans. "I know better," she said. "You've been wanting this since I started growing tits. But you were too damn scared to do anything about it until I made the first move."

She'd been just eighteen, a high-school graduate, undecided about college, about to agree to marry Jerry, and with a mother that had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was one of the hottest days in summer and Mack came in off the fields to rest a bit and have some lunch when Susie met him in the side yard wearing tight cutoff jean shorts and a tight white knit pullover top. She'd been watering the garden and had managed to douse herself as well, supposedly as defense to the heat. The water made the shorts cling to every fold of her ripe body, and had turned her shirt transparent.

She wore no bra beneath the shirt, and no panties under the shorts. Mack knew she wouldn't be dressed like that if her Mom was around. But his wife was in town having more tests done. He'd offered to go with her but she knew the farm needed tending more than she did. The cancer hadn't yet started to work its wonders on her. It would soon, and when it did the farm would still be there, needing attention that would do her no good.

Mack forced his eyes to leave his daughter's chest and he headed for the kitchen. "Want lunch?" he asked her.

She followed him inside.

Mack grabbed bread and some cold-cuts out of the refrigerator and stood at the counter to make sandwiches. Susie came up behind him and settled against his back. She felt cool and soft and at the same time she felt like fire against him. He couldn't get the image of her dark nipples stark against the transparent white of her shirt out of his mind.

"You wanna get the mayonnaise?" he asked her. He hated the damned stuff but couldn't think of another excuse to get her off him.

She didn't move. "Daddy," she said, "I think it's time you and I had a talk," she said.

He busied himself making the sandwiches. ""Bout what?"

"About us," she said.

"What about us?"

She forced him to turn around and look at her. "Daddy, I know what you want, and it isn't that goddamned sandwich."

He knew it, too, but he'd be damned before he'd say it.

"I know the way you look at me," she said. "Mom knows, too. You notice how the past few years she's always made it so you and I are never together alone for very long? 'Cept for now because she hasn't got a choice."

"Your mother's a very sick woman," he said, knowing that wasn't the point. It was more to remind himself.

"But she isn't blind," Susie had said. "And she isn't stupid. She knows what you want, and so do I."

He wanted to say all he wanted was a sandwich. He already knew what bullshit that was.

Susie moved against him that day pretty much the same way she had approached him that morning three years later in the kitchen of her own house. She'd kissed him, then, and taken his hands which hung slack at his sides and placed them on her body. It proved to be more temptation than he could resist.

The sandwiches never did get made.

They spent a marvelous two hours upstairs in her four-poster bed. She let him do to her all the things he'd always wanted to, some of which Corry never had allowed him to even try. Mack never once questioned where his daughter had learned to please a man so completely, he just took everything she had to offer. 

Corry had come home early and heard a commotion from upstairs. She followed the sound to Susie's bedroom where the door lay wide open and her husband lay entangled with their daughter on the bed. They were both naked, laughing, tickling each other. Corry stood in silence for a long while and then walked away.

Mack had seen her shadow pass the doorway and he knew.

He and Susie had never been together again since. She went off and married Jerry two months later and they moved to another town across the state line and bought a house. Mack helped them move in. It was the last he'd seen of either of them other than Christmas and Easter until he buried Corry.

His wife had never mentioned that afternoon, but he knew she'd seen everything. He wanted to bring it up a thousand times but could never find the right moment. Then it was too late for talk about much of anything.

And now, there he was, back with his daughter, alone. It felt like that afternoon all over again. 

Mack came to her and slipped his arms beneath the sides of the opened robe. His rough huge hands settled on her waist, just where her hips swelled, and he pulled her in close and kissed her hard. She dropped her arms and the robe slid to the floor, and then she wrapped those arms around his neck and kissed him back. 

She was right. Nobody would ever love her the way he did. 

He'd started noticing her 'that way' when she was newly teenaged but he always shrugged off the desires as fruit of an idle mind. As she got older he found her tougher to resist, and would always find excuses for touching her casually, for being close enough he could smell her, fell the heat pour off her skin. The urges he suppressed made him wild inside, and although Corry received the business end of his desires every time he vigorously fucked his wife in his mind he was with their daughter.

Looking back, he realized Susie had known what was going on inside his head all the time, and had taken to tempting him as much as possible. The bathroom doors left opened when she was getting into the shower were no mistake, not any more than the towels that mysteriously unwrapped themselves from around her as she walked past him on her way back to her room.. 

The older she got the bolder she got, and after a while he came to believe she felt teasing him was some sort of game. 

And then Corry got sick, and he lost his outlet for all the lust building up inside him. On that day when he finally expressed his needs to Susie and she welcomed him, he thought his problems were all solved. They were really just beginning.

His life became a conundrum. If Corry hadn't been sick she would have left him after catching him in bed with their daughter, but then again if Corry hadn't been sick he probably wouldn't have gone to Susie in the first place. Was she sparing him her wrath because she knew that soon he'd be the only family Susie had left, or was she saving herself the embarrassment of knowing her husband was so dissatisfied with her that he went to their daughter for release? 

He and Corry had never talked about it, and with her gone he'd never know.

So, Susie was right again. With Corry and Jerry both gone their respective ways she and her father could be free to enjoy the love they had denied each other for three years. As he took her in his arms, then, he had no problem turning that page, but still he wondered how much they could get away with before either one of them turned away or a third party became aware of what was happening. When he took her to her bed he recognized the fact that their affair would, at some point, have to be terminated, but drunk as he was with lust for her he couldn't afford to care about that.

Mack lay her down and kissed her again, and then kissed her shoulders and chest, her arms and belly, her thighs, the soft bare mound of her sex, and then undressed watching her touch each place his lips had burned her as if her own fingers could soothe the ache he produced in her. Naked, he descended on her, and she welcomed him with open arms and legs raised and spread, making herself a funnel to draw him directly to her center. Later they could take time to enjoy and explore each other's bodies, but right then they both had an urgent need that had to be satisfied.

He slid inside her easily and lifted his torso up on stiff arms while her legs wrapped about his waist. They instantly found a concurrent rhythm and their thrusts into each other quickened immediately. Susie lost all control and grabbed his shoulders with sharp nails, and she cried out, "Yes! Yes!" as Mack plunged into her again and again. Her face twisted in that agony that is so splendid, and seeing her that way brought Mack to the edge of his own ecstasy. He didn't try to hold back but embraced the release, and they climaxed in concert, hot, sweaty bodies locked together, both reveling in the steaming seed he poured into her.

Exhausted, they fell apart, panting, their bodies cooling. Not completely disconnected, their fingertips grazed each others sides and arms. 

Mack started to laugh.

Susie rolled over on her side facing him and lifted up on one elbow. "Was it that bad?" she asked playfully.

Mack continued to smile after the laughter subsided. "You have no idea how long it's been since I felt this good," he said. "Your mother tried to be with me as much as possible but I could never really let go with her, she was always in such pain. Then, the last six months or so, it just wasn't worth what it put her through. I became very familiar with my hand."

Susie took his hand in hers and guided it to her belly, where she laid it flat on her warm skin. "No more," she said. 

He let that hand wander up to her chest where it brushed the underside of her breasts, and then trailed it downward again to settle over her pulsating crotch.

"I'm no fool," he said. His smile lessened by degrees. "Some day another young man will come along and take you from me," he told her, still laying back and staring at the ceiling. "And that's as it should be, I guess."

Leaning over him, Susie shook her head slowly. Her auburn tresses brushed his chest. "I told you before," she said, "nobody will ever love me like you do."

Now Mack leaned up and turned slightly to face her. "You want children some day, don't you?"

She didn't even hesitate. "It's not essential," she said.

He knew she was being kind. Even if she hadn't considered motherhood a possibility she couldn't know what the next day would bring, much less what waited for her in an open-ended future.

"I can't stay here," he said. "Will you come back to the farm with me?"

She managed to capture his eyes with her own intense gaze. "To the ends of the earth," she said, and leaned in and kissed him.

They fell into each other again and their passions rapidly crested. This time, however, they were in no rush to be done. Mack explored her body slowly, tasting her everywhere, discovering what places and what pressures drew from her the most satisfied moans. He wound up beneath her with his face ground into her pussy, his tongue like a muscle of fire plunged inside her. Her hands massaged his cock and balls, and then she bent down and took him in her mouth, sucking him down as far as he could possibly go, and she constricted her throat rather than draw him out and in again, so that he felt as if a warm wet hand were squeezing his shaft. 




A Father's Love



Mack moved his hips and she relaxed to let him fuck her face. His hands went to her ass and he tickled and teased her puckered opening before she pushed her hips back into his hand and impaled herself on his finger. He tongued her more violently then. She noisily sucked his thick hot cock.

Neither was ready to come that way, so at the last possible moment they broke apart and went to kissing and fondling until their bodies calmed down a bit. Then Susie moved him on his back and straddled his hips, slowly lowering herself over his throbbing dick and then riding him nonchalantly while watching the desire build on his face.

"Jerry never looked at me like that," she said softly.

"I'm not him," Mack said.

Indeed, he wasn't. Mack was powerful, sure of himself. There wasn't any hesitation in his taking what he wanted.

Mack suddenly lifted up and Susie squealed as she found herself shoved onto her back, her legs in the air, her father plunged on top of her, pressing her into the bed. His cock was hot and unyielding as rock and she surrendered to him completely.

Mack fucked her hard and cried out as his cock splattered cum all inside her. Susie released her orgasm then and her tight cunt milked him dry.

They slept a bit, and Mack woke up to find her playing with his flaccid cock. The organ quickly responded and when at full staff she took him in her mouth again. This time Mack lay back and let her suck him, and when he felt his orgasm build up he grabbed fistfuls of her hair and held her head steady while he poured himself down her throat.

They got up and went to the kitchen, walking naked together through the house. They made sandwiches and coffee and sat across from each other at the cheesy yellow table and chair set that sat in a sunny nook. The bay window was obscured by various hanging plants, all of which seemed to be flourishing. For a while Mack felt as if they were outside in the open, dining together naked in a marvelous garden under a perfect sky.

They showered next, washing each other slowly and sensuously, neither one saying a word. Mack knelt and as he directed the water to rinse off her pussy he urged her legs apart and slipped his face in between, kissing her swollen cunt lips and licking her clit until she begged him to stop. Instead, he tongue-fucked her into a standing orgasm, and then they left the shower, dried each other off, and went back to the bed.

They slept, long into the night. When Susie woke up the whole house was black as pitch, and when she reached across to where her father had been she found only empty cold sheets.

She donned a robe and checked the front of the house. Mack's pickup was gone. She made a fresh pot of coffee, expecting him to return at any second from a quick trip to the store for something they desperately needed, and wound up drinking the whole thing herself.

She went about her normal life for the next few days, figuring he'd call at least, if not show up suddenly on her doorstep. When neither happened she tried calling the farm but got no answer the first time and later that night got a message saying the number was no longer in service.

The next day she drove to the farm. On the fence at the driveway gate was a "For Sale" sign. The house beyond was dark and empty and it stared pleadingly at her through curtain-less eyes. She didn't even bother trying to go inside. Instead, she drove home.

A letter waited for her in the mailbox on the front porch. It was from Mack.

"So long as I'm around," it said in part, "you'll never find a young man of your own, never have a family, never have anything resembling a normal life. I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I've taken steps to make sure it never happens again."

There was no further explanation.

No other letters ever came. No cards at Christmas, no phone calls on birthdays.

In two years she was married again, to a quiet, respectable high school teacher named Steve. He wasn't very exciting, but he was safe, and he loved her. A year later she had her first child. She named her daughter Mackenzie. Steve never understood why.

A few years later some boys found Mack's pickup half-buried in swamp mud, rusting itself to nothing. But they never found him. Nobody even knew he used to carry a shotgun behind the seat, so the fact that there was none there when they found the truck was never an issue. 

Two more kids and twenty happy years later, Susie finally accepted that, one way or another, her father was gone for good. She cried when she said 'Thank-you" to his ghost. "Thank you for being there when I needed you to be," she told him, "and thank you for not being there when I needed you to be gone." 

It was a father's love, pure and simple. 



A Father's Love



I have accepted that I am basically two people.  If you were to meet me, you would see a 53 year old man who has a well paying job, large home, and wonderful family.  Yet under that, there is another me--a primal, haughty man of which I am most proud.  

Why?  I shall put it plainly: a mere three weeks after my eldest daughter turned 18, my dream was met and I started doing depraved things with her.

Yes, it's a cold thing to say, and an even colder thing to which to admit.  And it might sound questionable, even despicable to add that she all but allowed me; I'll be the first to admit that I know how to manipulate her.  Still, I know deep down she has enjoyed our time together.

I should start at the beginning.  Laura has always been a sweet, caring, quiet girl, though recently she's ended up as a soft, curvy thing--having slowly but noticeably been gaining weight.  

Naturally, that weight gain was a sign that her whole body was changing, much to my enjoyment.  I noticed these things, despite the fact that she tried to wear loose and bulky clothing to cover it up.  When no one was around, I would let my gaze linger, drinking up her wonderfully changing form.  I got bolder: I started the habit of walking in on her while she was changing or getting out of the shower.  That still wasn't enough: I wanted more.

Cold, wet, hard, hurting rain came one late October night in her senior year, three weeks after she turned 18, and I knew the time had come for more.  The timing couldn't have been more perfect, with my wife out at a graduate class, and my son out with friends.  Added to that, Laura was part of the marching band, and I knew they had been out in that awful rain for a few hours.  When she came home, she was quite the sight: her hair wet and stringy, her whole body shivering, and her nipples clearly rock hard through her heavy sweatshirt.  She told me she needed a hot bubble bath, and I smiled broadly. 

The time had come.

From downstairs, I listened to the sound of her filling the bath, then a pause, then her stepping into the tub.  I knew that she was now up there, feeling warm and naked and safe.  I felt almost out of breath, trying to silently climb the stairs to the second floor.  Then I was at the bathroom door; I needed to steady my breath.  I closed my eyes, asking myself if this was truly a line I wanted to cross.  

Eyes still closed, I confidently knocked on the bathroom door and heard my voice call out to Laura using my pet name for her: "Marshmallow?"  Then my hand was on the door knob, my eyes alert, and I opened the door.

She was a spectacular, suds-covered sight.  I heard a quiet answer, but my eyes were drawn to the floor.  Not out of modesty, mind you, but the wonderful sight of her pile of clothes on the floor.  My eyes stopped at her bra, drinking up the sight of her delicate, lacy, expensive pink bra.  My little girl clearly was growing up.

And my confidence had fully returned.  "Sweetie," I started with a caring and concerned voice, "I was concerned that you were cold.  That you might get sick."

"Well... I'm in the bath, so...."  Ah, she was so much like her mother; no real backbone to tell me to get out, but the ability to make a simple statement sound grouchy.

I ignored her hint to leave and kneeled down, getting close enough to her that she clearly felt uncomfortable.  I, on the other hand, felt punch-drunk by being so close to this teenaged body, by seeing the soft luminescence in her young skin.  I answered her, saying, "I know, Laura.  I just don't want you overdoing your soak."  I saw her turn red, and I knew I could exploit her weakness.  I let authority pour into my voice as I added, "I'm going to grab the washcloth, then your bath will be over."  

The washcloth was floating lazily in the water near her feet.  I snatched it, unable to hide the growing smile.  I picked it up and stared at Laura's beautiful face.  She stared back, a quizzical look on her face.  I saw that she truly thought she had misunderstood the situation, that she thought she was wrong about me wanting to cross some line.  Her gaze made me feel guilty and unsure.  

"Close your eyes, Marshmallow."  I paused, just a moment.  If she resisted in any way, now would be the time.  I saw the flicker of indecision in her head... then her eyes closed.

She was mine.

Excitement flooded me, and I had to remind myself to go slow.  I could still scare her off.  I steadied my hand and softly ran the washcloth over my daughter's face.  My head was still spinning as I watched the water flow down her cheeks, neck, throat, and shoulders, meeting the bathwater again.

"Good girl, good girl," I said softly, wanting to keep her calm.  I put the washcloth back into the water, letting it soak.

Then, a wonderful moment that almost made my heart stop: Laura lifted her hands to wipe the water from her face.  This made her chest rise out of the soapy water, and I took in a sharp breath.  Her large, growing, teenaged breasts seemed to float without any regard for gravity, and the slightest edges of her dark pink areolas peered out from under the suds.  She paused for a moment, realizing what had happened.  By the time she had wiped her eyes and opened them, I was staring hard into her face.  She shivered from a wisp of fear, and seeing that fear made me only the more determined.

I realized that I was still holding the water-filled washcloth.  I brought it to Laura's chin, rubbing around her neck.  It was a visceral feeling, being so close to her neck--I felt something rough and primal coming alive in me.  I went around lower, this time from her shoulder, across her collarbone, then her other shoulder.  I paused, wanting to race ahead but needing to pace myself.

I put the washcloth into the water for a third time.  Softly, caringly, I said, "You know I love you very much... right, Marshmallow?" I was a bit surprised by the regret in my voice, the edge of sadness in my heart.  For some reason, my mind flashed back to years earlier, when my wife and I had bought our innocent daughter her first bicycle.  I shook my head.  No, it was now, I wanted this now.  I wanted her adult, growing body.  

She nodded, knowing that I loved her.  I exhaled and continued.  "That I'd never..." I paused, thinking.  I'd never hurt her?  I couldn't promise that, for tonight or the future.  "My love for you means I'll always protect you."

I brought the wet washcloth up from the water, squeezing it.  We both glanced at it, knowing more was to come.  I looked at Laura, and she nodded slightly.  Was she nodded that she knew I'd always protect her?  Or for me to continue?  Or both?

I decided I simply did not care.  I smiled my best fatherly smile.  "That's my good girl."  I brought the washcloth to her collarbone and started to move lower.

I tried to act calm, but I knew that in a few moments, I'd be touching her.  I glanced at her face; she was staring straight ahead, almost trance-like.  I continued rubbing lower, and then my hand was on the top of her left breast.  I simply could not believe that the moment had come, that I was about to grasp the breast of my little girl.  I quickly slid the cloth down, and through it I could feel Laura’s entire large, pert breast.  I gripped it, feeling its softness and weight, and I let out a deep, slow, satisfied breath.

The animal need to continue flooded me.  I moved the cloth and my hand again, sliding to her right breast.  I held it a bit softer this time, absolutely loving the feeling.  I looked at Laura's face, and caught her closing her eyes.  I looked at her for a moment--looked at her like a plaything or an object.  Her face turned red.  I wondered if it was from excitement or embarrassment.  I realized that I enjoyed the idea that it was the second one.

Holding her puffy, wonderful breast, I was struck with an irony.  I spoke, using her nickname.  "You really are a marshmallow, Marshmallow."  I lightly pulled up her breast, adding, "So sweet, so soft." I thought she would laugh, or at the very least smile, but she said nothing.  I was not happy that she didn't respond.  I added a firmness to my voice.  "Right Laura?"

She barely whispered a "Yes."

I felt a quick flash of anger.  How dare she, my daughter, who lived in my house and ate my food, be shy and borderline disrespectful with me?  I spoke down to her.  "Baby, what do you say to a compliment?"  It then occurred to me that as her body had changed and she had gained weight, my wife had told me that our daughter was sensitive about her overall appearance. I added, "What do you say when a man is kind enough to compliment you on your body?"

The comment hung in the air for a moment; I hoped that it stung her and reminded her to be grateful.

Louder, in a voice that was oddly high and soft, she said, "Thank you."

Unacceptable.  She had to say more.  "Thank you for what."

She paused, clearly thinking.  I felt an odd flash of anger and arousal, both annoyed that she wasn't smarter, but glad for it

"Thank you, Daddy, for the compliment."

I couldn't help but smile.  That was my little Marshmallow: compliant and open for criticism.  Fatherly love filled my heart and I leaned forward to kiss her forehead.  A truly unplanned coincidence was that the washcloth and my hand slid off her breast and onto her upper stomach.  I felt her tense up, and I wasn't sure why.  I kissed her forehead, and she relaxed.

I felt such paternal pride looking at her face that my lust disappeared.  This was my darling, beautiful girl.  I wondered if I should simply pull back my hand and leave.  I glanced at my hand, lying underwater on her stomach, and I realized why she had tensed up.  She thought I was going lower, past her stomach, between her legs.  Lust flooded me, and my parental concerns disappeared.  

My fingers pushed the washcloth aside, and for the first time my hand was on my daughter's naked flesh.  It felt electric to be touching her stomach like this.  I smiled, and Laura's eyes opened and looked up at me.  This was finally happening, after all the time I had longingly been looking at her.  It was happening and she hadn't dared to stop me!

I wanted to truly touch her.  My hand slid up and I cupped her left breast again.  Its softness was even better than before.  My fingers lazily brushed her nipple, hardening it.  My hand moved to her other breast and I felt its weight.  "Ohh, what a beautiful girl you've turned into lately."

With a smile, fake or real I could not say, she said, "Thanks Daddy."

Still clutching her chest, I moved closer to her.  I kissed the side of her head and whispered, "I love you, baby."  I put my other hand around the back of her neck.  It was a move of intimacy, and a reminder of my power over her.  My hand slid down again to her upper stomach.  My wife would be home fairly soon.  The time had come to make sure Laura could keep our secret.  "This is between you and me, right Laura?"

She nodded her head and said simply, "Yes Daddy."

My hand was fully on her stomach now.  My fingers moved back and forth over the curve of her stomach, a curve that had grown along with the rest of her.  I could feel her shamefulness over her weight gain.  I lightly grabbed at her tummy, wordlessly reminding her that when starting to turn into a porker, attention from a man should be respected and thanked.  Even if that man was her father.  "No need to tell your mother then?"

Laura breathed in unevenly--the breath of someone close to crying.  She held her breath for a moment.  It was a long moment.  A lot--too much--could be lost if she wavered now.  But my little Marshmallow came through for me.  The moment passed, and she said evenly, "Our secret, Daddy."

I kissed her head again, loving that she was kind enough to say that, loving that she was not smart enough to say no.  It made me love her all the more.

I slid my fingers down her body, past her tummy.  A few inches lower, I first felt my daughter's soft pubic hair.  It was enchanting, and she was saying nothing.  I moved one finger lower, caressing the crease of her pussy.  I desperately wanted to push into her, but there would be time for that later.  For now, time was short, and I wanted to leave her with directions.

I kissed her head again, and kindly whispered, "You didn't have this much hair down there the last time I saw you naked."  Now it was time to see the whole of her.  I slid my hand up her thigh and to her knee, both of which were incredibly soft and smooth.  My hand left the water, and pulled the bath lever up.  The water started to drain away.  I stood up and looked down at her.  

As the water level lowered, Laura crossed her arms over her chest.  I felt sympathy for the poor thing--it was, after all, quite an evening of emotions and feelings.  "You're an amazing girl, my dear Laura."  The water was now below her sides.  I frowned, looking at those arms covering her chest.  I wanted to see her properly, not covered.  "Lower your arms," I said casually.  I simply had to see her limber, growing, teenaged body.  

Yet I was still looking at her arms.  She hadn't done as I said.  I looked into her face, sternness holding back my anger.  "Laura, I don't want you to cover up in front of me anymore."  Yes, that was right.  After tonight, there would be more.

She paused, and then nodded.  Her arms fell to her sides, and at last I could see her large, growing, sudsy breasts.  It was a spectacular sight.  They were large enough as it was, but within the confines of the tub, and with her arms at her sides, her chest was pushed up.  It quivered with each nervous breath she took.  

Time was short now; my wife would surely be home any minute.  I smiled kindly and motioned to the bath shelves that held shampoo, conditioner, razors, and so forth.  I said, "Oh, and why don't you take care of the hair down there."  I started to walk out, adding, "It's not becoming for a girl your age to have anything but her natural, naked beauty down there."  I glanced back at her; she was looking down, between her legs, her face red.  That's right, I said to myself, feel outright ashamed at the hair down there.  No man should have to deal with it, least of all on his daughter.

I was now at the bathroom door.  I turned, looking once again at my daughter.  I paused, feeling a bit choked up over the intimacy we had just shared.  "I love you very, very much, Marshmallow." I walked out, closing the door behind me.  

I then heard two things: first, from the driveway, was the sound of my wife's car returning.  Next, from the bathroom, was the telltale sound of shaving cream being sprayed out of the container.

I had done it.  My daughter had become my private, scared, beautiful, wonderful plaything.  As I walked downstairs, I smiled.  I looked forward to again seeing my daughter's naked body and sweet smile the next time we had the house to ourselves.

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A Father's Love



I had just turned 18 a few months ago, I remember looking through all the porn magazines my dad had bought and tried hiding in his bedroom. But I discovered something new a couple months ago. My dad was buying gay magazines, this had shocked me a bit, has my fathers taste in sex changed through the years, or did he discover something new.

I had stayed out all night with some friends, and when I got home in the morning I seen my fathers car in the driveway. I knew this was odd, because my dad should have been working.

I unlocked the front door and went in, not seeing my father around the down stairs anywhere, I figured he was still sleeping. I decided to look upstairs, the stairs are carpeted so it was pretty quiet walking up them.

At the end of the hall at the top of the stairs was my fathers bedroom, I walked down the hall towards his room. As I approached I heard he had the tv on, but sounds of moaning was coming from what ever it was he was watching.

I decided to spy in on dad and see what was going on or what he was watching. I snuck up to his door which was only open slightly. From the way the door was ajar, I could see the tv screen, and what I saw was two men in a 69 position on the screen. I was a bit stunned, but as I stood there watching these guys on the tv, my cock was starting to get hard. I could not see my father only the tv, so I had no idea what he was doing, but I imagined him on the bed with his cock out, stroking it, which just made me harder and hornier.

I wanted to see what my father was doing if I could without him seeing me. I stood there now with my hard cock out of my pants stroking while watching the tv. I stood there and heard some low moans from the room. I had to see what dad was doing, so I pushed the door a little trying to open it enough to see him. I got the door open a couple more inches, enough to see the reflection in a mirror that was on his dresser. There was my dad butt naked on the bed with a huge old hard on, like 9 -10 inches and fat in his hand while he stroked away on it.

I was Horney and my cock wanted relief, my dad wanted relief, he was watching gay porn, so I decided I was going to be a bit braver. I stood in the hall and totally stripped out of my cloths. With my raging hard cock in my hand I opened my fathers bedroom door, Dad just looked up, a bit surprised at first, then with a big smile said come on in son.

I walked over to the bed where he was but my eyes were memorized on his cock, so big, and huge with his red/purplish cock head, pre cum dripping from it. My mouth was open as I bent over and took the head of his cock in my mouth, tasting his pre cum, dad stuck his hand under my balls and started playing, also feeling his fingers touch my asshole lightly.

I don't know how long dad had been all worked up, but I new he was going to shoot his load any minute, I sucked as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, working his cock with my mouth. I felt his cock growing even bigger, dad was moaning a little louder, I knew it would be soon. Dad pushed my head down on his cock and I felt him explode as his cum was pumped in my mouth. Swallowing all I could but not enough as it started seeping out the sides of my mouth. I drained my fathers cock until his cock was getting soft. During all this my dad was stroking my cock till it was hard as nails and leaking all over his hands,

I stood up, Dad pulled me closer to him by my cock until it was right in front of his face. He opened his mouth and engulfed my cock, not as big as his at only about 7 inches and not as fat, dad had no problem swallowing my cock down his throat. I grabbed dad by the back of his head and started fucking his mouth, I knew dad was loving it as he gobbled on my cock. I knew I was going to Cumming real quick with a great blow job like this as he worked my cock with his mouth.

I rammed my cock down his throat one last time as I blasted his throat with my cum, dad was swallowing my juice, my mind was being blown as well as my cock I could not believe dad was sucking my cock.

When I finished and pulled my cock out of dads mouth, he invited me to lie next to him and finish watching the movie with him. I got into the bed next to my father and lied next to him. Dad said I was a good cock sucker, I said thank you like father like son I told him. I know he said, did you like all my porn magazines you found while growing up he asked. Dad added that he only half heartedly tried to hide them from me. Yes I said. Dad said I hid my gayness from you because I wanted you to make your own mind up and not be influenced by me. But what about those gay magazines I seen a couple months ago I asked. Dad said he wanted to see what kind of interest I had in them, said he knew every time I got into to them. Dad said I wasn't hoping this happened but I'm glad it did he said. So am I a said to my father

I seen that both our cocks were starting to grow again as we stroked them looking at each other as we did. Then Dad got up in between my legs he went, throwing my legs back so my ass was exposed. Dad was down on my ass, I felt his tongue on my ass, it felt great as dad licked my ass, then I felt a finger playing with my hole. Then the finger went into my ass, I moaned in pleasure as dad finger fucked my ass first with one finger then I felt a second slip in. Oh fuck me I said to dad fuck my ass, dad got up, and with spit he lubed his cock, then pointed it right at my ass, I felt the pressure as he pushed his cock in my ass, a little at a time allowing me to get used to it. With in a minute I had my fathers cock buried deep in my ass, then he slowly started pumping my ass, harder, deeper I told dad as he pumped me, oh dad I said that feels great, I have never been fucked before I told him, just seen it done in your magazines. That feels so great dad fuck the shit out of me I said.

Dad had his hand rapped around my cock pumping it as he fucked me. I knew I was going to cum again, I told dad I was going to blow my load as he pumped my cock. Dad said dad said he was getting close himself, I felt his cock growing getting harder and fatter, I blew my load all over my chest and stomach, which must have thrown dad into no return as his pumped me deep and held it there as he filled my ass with his cum, blast after blast, it felt so great. Exhausted, dad feel back on the bed, Oh son he said I love you so much,. I love you to dad I said back. 

Dad said now we have to get dressed and cleaned up before your mom gets home. I smiled at dad and said our little secrete, but hope we can do it again sometime.

Dad said you bet son, your mom stopped having sex with me a few years ago so its all yours any time you want it, next time I want you to fuck me he said. I smiled and walked out of his room and down the stairs, didn't have time but to turn the tv on and sit down and mom walked into the house and asked me how my day was, for filling I told her.



A Father's Love



As a prelude, this is, to my best knowledge, the events that occurred four years ago. Since I don't have an eidetic memory most of the conversations are close approximations. 

My wife and I had a very loving marriage in the beginning, and through that we have two wonderful kids. Samantha and Daniel. We had the typical suburban lifestyle; decent house in the suburbs, 2 cars, dogs, etc. Basically, idyllic for all intents and purposes. I was 31 when our daughter was born, making me 49 when all this happened. Looking back, I'm still not sure how exactly this came about. 

When we were new parents we weren't sure about when to put Sam into school. She was in a pre-school program, but there was a little confusion about when to put her into regular public school. She entered into Kindergarten a year after most of the other kids, which meant she was a year older than most of her friends. To compound matters, she inherited my size. I'm 6'5, 260lbs. I'm not a small guy by any stretch of the imagination, towering over most other people. Sam was always in the top 99 percentile for both height and weight. She was never a chubby kid, but she was solid. I frequently joked that I had the linebacker and the quarterback, as my son was always in the middle of size and weight.

The kids went through school as most kids do. Sam received good grades, frequently making the AB Honor Roll. Dan was a little more gifted in that regard and anything less than straight A's made him nearly depressed. We never really had to discipline them, and for the most part we had a very normal, happy family. 

The winter of my daughter's Junior year in High School, my mom passed away. My mom and daughter were very close, and her passing devastated Sam. As a result, her grades suffered, primarily in history. So much so that she was required to attend the dreaded Summer School. 

My wife, God love her, did not take this news well. She never had to go to summer school so the fact that one of her kids had to was inconceivable. I admit there was a summer where I had to endure it, so I just accepted it and moved on. 

Part of what infuriated my wife so much was that it put a crimp in her summer vacation plans. Every summer she likes to drive 16 hours and visit her brother and his family for a couple of weeks. The thought of long car trips makes me want to gouge my eyes out, and I usually have to work some (if not all) of that time, giving me a decent excuse to stay home. It didn't always work. Samantha having to go to school meant that the vacation was in jeopardy. However, I assured her that I would be willing to sacrifice my "enjoyment" of the trip to stay at home with Samantha and make sure she went to school, studied, etc. Oh poor, pitiful me!

Samantha argued that she was now 18 (June birthday), and could stay by herself. While that held some merit, it was one less excuse I had to stay behind so I staunchly refused. So in the middle of July, my wife and son packed up the minivan and headed out for their long vacation. 

It was Thursday night, and work and school were tomorrow. We had a quick dinner of fast food then home for bed.

I never sleep well the first night I'm by myself, so I just tossed and turned. My wife called around midnight to let me know they had stopped for the night at a hotel we had arranged, which put my mind at ease but it was still weird being alone. So when the alarm went off at 6am, I was already up for the most part. I got ready and went into the kitchen for some breakfast. Sam was already downstairs, eating some cereal and watching some inane program on the TV. I sat down with my bagel and coffee and we chatted briefly about what we were doing that day and that evening.

Sam had several friends, but she was always a little bit of an outsider. Because of her size and age, she never really fit in with most of her other classmates. When she was younger she had some friends in the next grade, but that changed in middle school when it was uncool to have friends who were underclassmen. She'd occasionally go out on Friday nights to the mall or to a movie, but it was more often than not she'd be at home with us. Tonight wasn't looking to be any different.

Work was work. That's about all I can say about it. I came home that evening and Sam was already at home, playing a video game on the computer in the living room. We had a rule that the kids weren't going to have personal computers in their room; a byproduct of watching Law and Order SVU too many times. 

"Hi honey! I'm home!" I called out in my best Ward Cleaver impersonation

"Hi dad." She called out, engrossed in her game

"How was school?"

"Boring." Her eyes never left the screen

"Uh huh. Whatcha want for dinner?"

"I dunno." The usual answer

"Pizza?"

"Sure!" That got her attention. Her mom doesn't like delivery pizza. I thrive on it. 

"Cool. I'll order it."

I went into the bedroom, changed into my after-work attire (jeans and tshirt), and called the pizza delivery place. 30 minutes as usual. Heading back into the living room, I flopped down onto the sofa and turned on the TV. Sam got bored with her game and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

"Mom called." She said, "Made it Uncle Jay's house. Said she tried to call your office but you didn't answer."

"Probably in a meeting or three." I said, nodding. I reached for the phone and gave my wife a quick call. 

"Hey honey! Heard you made it there okay?"

"Yeah, it was a good trip. Dan was helpful."

"Oh? Let him drive some?"

"A little. Interstates are still a little intimidating."

"Mmhmm. Doing anything tonight?"

"Just chatting and maybe some cards. What about you guys?"

"Ordered pizza. Maybe watch a movie?" Said, looking at Sam and shrugging. Sam shrugged back.

"I figured you two would order pizza."

"Yep! Well, y'all have a good time up there. Tell everyone I said hi and sorry we couldn't make it this time."

"Uh huh. I'm sure you're devastated." She teased

"I am! You know I don't sleep well when you're not here."

"We'll be home before you know it."

"Okay. Have fun. Talk to you soon. Love you.

"Love you. Tell Sam I said be good! Bye."

I hung up and turned to Sam "Mom says she loves you."

"Uh huh." She grumbled. "I heard what she said."

"Well... She said it in her own way." I said chuckling

"Whatever." 

"Hey. What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Uh huh. Talk to me."

"Just... mom. Being, ya know, mom." I've heard this before. 

Sam and her mom didn't always get along. We had the type of family where it was daddy's girl and mommy's boy. Dan and I got along okay, but nothing like how he and my wife got along. Sam and I got along great, but she and my wife would often clash. It's been that way since she was 6 really.

"Yeah. I know. But she does love you, you know that."

"Wouldn't hurt to hear it once and a while." She mumbled.

"Yeah. But you know I love you." I said, grabbing her knee and squeezing. One thing about Samantha: she is VERY ticklish. My squeeze elicited a squeal and quick curing of her knees underneath her. Before I could press the tickling assault, the doorbell rang. Pizza was here. 

"Saved by bell, literally." I laughed as I got up to answer the door. Sam just pretend glared at me.

I took the box to the kitchen and opened it up and called Sam to dinner. 

"Yo! Get your butt in here! Dinner's ready!"

"Just my butt?" the standard response

"Sure. Unless the rest of you wants to eat too."

I got out the plates, pulled a couple of slices for each of us, and grabbed beer for myself. I headed towards the living room to enjoy dinner while watching TV

"Mom doesn't like us eating in the living room." She reminded me

"Yeah. Mom ain't here." I grinned and headed into the living room. 

I sat down and began eating. Sam followed suit shortly after. 

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked

"Aside from the one you just asked?" 

"Ha ha. Anyway, why do you like beer?"

"I dunno." I thought about it. "I just do. Why?"

"Some of the other guys at school were talking about it. Getting a case and going to the lake."

"That happens. We've talked about alcohol before. Beer is alcoholic, but not incredibly so. Not like whiskey or scotch. Never liked those. Some people say they can taste fruity undertones or some other crap. To me, they always taste like pain." She chuckled at that

"What does beer taste like?"

"You've never tried it? Seriously? I thought you'd've at least had a sip at a friend's house or behind my back or something."

"Nope." She shrugged

"Well hell. It's Friday night. Go get one."

"Really!?" she was both shocked and surprised I had suggested it

"Why not. Just don't tell your mother."

She nodded and went into the kitchen to get a bottle. She came back a few minutes later with the bottle and the opener and handed both to me.

"Don't want to break it." I popped the lid off and handed the bottle back to her

"To first times." I said, holding my bottle up and clinked it against hers. We both took a swig.

"GAH! Tastes like shit!" She exclaimed, then covered her mouth when she realized she had cussed in front of me. "sorry" she said meekly. I just chuckled.

"It's an acquired taste." I said, taking another drink. "You don't have to drink any more if you don't want to."

"We'll see." She said, putting the beer down and taking a swig of her soda.

"How was school?" I asked, changing the subject

"Didn't you already ask me that?"

"Yeah, but you really didn't answer."

"We've been talking about the 18th century. Like I said: boring."

"I can't really argue with that." I nodded in agreement

"Plus it gets annoying when the boys giggle talking about the sex back then."

"Lots of it I take it?" I said, trying not to choke on my beer

"Some, yeah. They were pretty inbred back then."

"Still are if you ask me. Look at ears on the prince!" that made her laugh

"So why did they do it?"

"What? Incest?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not a history scholar, but I think it was to keep power in the family."

"I guess. Is that why it's against the law nowadays?"

"Well, it's always been a little against the law, depending on where you go. Some places more than others."

"Why does anyone care anyway?"

I thought about it for moment. "I'd say to keep children safe mainly, and to keep genetic problems from spreading down the line."

"I guess."

That was pretty much the end of the conversation. We watched TV, mostly in silence, occasionally commenting on something we saw. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that she would occasionally reach down and try the beer again, make a face and put it back. I took note that the faces were less extreme and the beer wouldn't stay on the table for as long. Eventually, she upended the bottle and drained the last of it.

"Finished!" she exclaimed triumphantly

"Bravo! No more though."

"Yeah." She shook her head. "I'm gonna get changed for bed."

She got up slowly and steadied herself holding onto the back of the sofa. She took a deep breath which seemed to clear her head and headed up the stairs to her room. A few minutes later she came down, wearing an old tshirt of mine and flannel shorts. I had taken the plates back to the kitchen and cleaned up while she was changing. She sat on the sofa beside me, leaning against me.

"Are you drunk?" I asked teasingly

"No! I think they call it buzzed."

"Well, you're not slurring or anything. Don't need to throw up?"

"Dad! No!"

"Just making sure. Here, I got you some water. Drink."

"You didn't spike it, did you?"

"Oh ha ha. It's just water."

Laying against me, I could see the outline of her breasts pushing against the shirt. She didn't have giant breasts, but they were a health B-cup. I had to remind myself not to stare too long so I tried to focus on the TV. The evening news came on, and the top story was about some Republican fighting an abortion law. While I may be against abortion itself, I believe that's up for a woman to decide. Some disagree, and the usual exceptions came up: Rape and Incest.

"What bullshit." I muttered

"What is?" my daughter asked through a yawn

"Just what they're saying. As if the two can't be exclusive."

"Whatdaya mean?"

"Kinda goes back to what we were talking about earlier. Rape is rape. Incest is incest. The two aren't always the same thing. They're forgetting that lots of incest occurs that's consensual. Though I think it would be funny to see a couple go up hand-in-hand and say 'HI, we're brother and sister. The condom broke, whoops! Can we get an abortion?' If it's between two, consenting adults, who cares?"

"Huh. Never thought of it like that before. I doesn't gross you out?"

"Love is hard to define, ya know? It's really only society that says what's gross and what's not."

We watched a little more TV, until Sam jerked beside me as she almost fell asleep.

"Okay. That's bed time for me. 'Night dad."

"'Night." I said, still watching the TV.

What I didn't see was she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I turned my head, and her lips and mine halfway met. Kind of like a kiss that was half-cheek, half-lip. Her eyes flew open wide and for a second we were frozen there. She pulled back, turning beet red. 

"OhmyGodI'msosorry." She sputtered

"It's okay baby. Accidents happen." I explained. "Now get to bed."

She scurried up the stairs and into her room. I tried to watch TV, but damn she had soft lips! Briefly, my mind drifted to the fantasy world, images of her kissing me flashing through my head. I licked my lips where hers had been. I could detect a faint sweetness there, probably from a lip balm or something. I put the thoughts out of my mind and turned off the TV. I looked at the clock, but it was way too early for bed. I was bored with the TV and didn't feel like getting on the computer. I decided to get a shower and get in bed.

As the hot water drenched me, I kept thinking about the almost kiss. A few seconds either way and it would have been an innocent peck on the cheek or nothing at all. It was timed almost perfectly. I finished my shower, threw my tshirt and some clean boxers on, and got into bed. Not really sleepy, I opened a book and started reading. 

I woke up with a start, realizing I had dozed off after a few pages. I had been out a couple of hours. I got up and went into the living room to shut the house down. The lights were off, but a glow was coming from the computer. Samantha was on, typing away with hard keystrokes.

"Bitch." I heard her whisper. "God damn bitch." 

"Harsh." I said, scaring her half to death

"GAH! Jeez dad!" she spun around in the chair, her hand clutching her chest over her heart

"Sorry. What's going on?"

"Nothing..."

"You sure?"

"Just... stupid people at school."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Saying I'm dumb for being in summer school." Her voice quivered slightly

"Ah. Assholes."

"Yeah. Assholes." She almost whispered 

"Turn it off. Don't feed the trolls, as they say. Nothing you say or type will help the situation. People like that feed on reaction. The more you react, the happier they are. It's better than sex for them."

"I guess."

"Shut it down and come talk to me."

"I just wanna lay down."

"Then come lay down and talk to me."

I went back into the bedroom and lay down. She came in a second later. I couldn't help but notice that she had obviously been in bed before, as she had removed her shorts. I could see her pale yellow panties poking out under her shirt. She shuffled beside the bed and climbed in under the covers beside me. I laid back and she curled up beside me.

"So what brought it on?"

"Jessica. She's turned into a complete bitch!"

"I gather."

"I'm getting ready for bed when I get a text saying I need to check the net. I get on and see her saying...things."

"What things?"

"-"

"You can tell me anything baby. You know that."

"That I'm stupid. That I sleep around. I don't dad, I swear!"

"I know baby, I know. Why would she say that?"

"She broke up with her boyfriend, and he and I were talking the other day. She says I made him break up with her so I could fu- uh, sleep with him."

I kissed her on the head, "We're adults here. You can say what you feel baby."

"Thanks. I'm just so... I dunno.. Hurt? Angry?"

"All of the above?"

"Yeah. And.. I dunno.. Alone."

"Alone?"

"Dad, I'm not stupid. I haven't had a real boyfriend..ever. The only guys I've talked with are more interested in these --" she pointed to her chest " -- and getting off than anything else. And the ones who aren't would rather play video games. And if a girl dares to play video games she gets shunned and ridiculed for not being able to play! I mean.. GAH! What the fuck?!" she finished her tirade. I just held her close, not able to do anything else. I could feel her chest pressing against my side, my mind more aware of them since she pointed them out. They were soft and firm at the same time. 

"What's wrong with me dad?"

If that's not one of the worst things a father can hear, I'm not sure is. That one line is burned into my brain and will be until the day I die. The hopelessness in her voice. The despair. 

"Not a damn thing baby girl. Fuck anyone who says otherwise."

She let out a little chuckle "Then I really will be labeled a slut."

"Let me tell you something. You're a smart, beautiful young lady. You've got a good head on your shoulders. You've got more future ahead of you than any ten of them, so don't you worry about a thing they say. And one day, in the future, when they're cleaning your house and changing your oil, you'll briefly remember all this, and then forget about them completely."

"I'm not beautiful, dad. I'm fat."

"Oh bullshit. You are not fat." In truth she wasn't. She wasn't toothpick skinny, but I've seen the plus-sized girls at her school and she wasn't among them at all. 

"There are girls skinnier than me."

"Maybe, but so what? Any one of them looks like they could stab someone with their hip bones. Break at the slightest wind." She chuckled. "Hell, if one of 'em farts she flies twenty feet in the air!"

"Dad!" she laughed, poking me.

"What? It's true. I bet they call Mexican restaurants 'flight school'!" She started laughing harder

"Yeah, maybe. Then how come they all have boyfriends?"

"They're easy and they put out on the first date?"

"Heh. Yeah. Still."

I rolled onto my side, facing her. I put my arm around her and pulled her close.

"I love you. Never forget that. And if they can't see the wonderful person you are, then they aren't worth your time."

"I love you too dad. Thanks." 

She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I leaned in and kissed her cheek back. She smiled a little then kissed my nose. I kissed her nose back. Sam looked at me, her eyes going up and down my face. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and kissed my lips. She leaned back, looking down as if she realized she had crossed a line. I could feel her trembling in my arms, scared of what I might do. I'm not sure if she was scared I would be angry or scared if I wouldn't be. Maybe both.

I leaned in and kissed her lips. I smiled at her as I reached over her and turned off the light. 

"Do you want me to go back to my room?" she asked quietly when the room was dark

"What do you want?"

"Can I stay?"

I put my arm back around her as an answer and pulled her close to me. My heart was pounding in my chest as my eyes slowly adjusted to the low light. I felt her hand brush my cheek, then her lips were on mine again. This time it wasn't a quick peck, but a full sensual kiss. I returned it, my hand caressing her back as I pulled her against me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could barely feel her nipples poking at me through the clothes we were both wearing.




A Father's Love



Her tongue slowly caressed my lips, taking the kiss to the next level. I pulled back, breaking the kiss and looking at her silhouette. 

"What are we doing baby?"

"I... I don't know dad." She said breathlessly. 

"Maybe we should stop?" I know I didn't sound very convincing at all.

"Yeah. Maybe."

She leaned in and started kissing me again, my warnings forgotten. I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around her and rolling her onto her back. For several minutes, we kissed passionately, the lines of father and daughter crossed, blurring to something else.

Let me give a little info about my sex life. It's there. It's decent. It's moderately satisfying. But my wife is not adventurous. If it's not one of the three "approved' positions, it's not happening: Missionary, her on top, or doggie style. Anything anal? Forget it. Oral? Yes, but it's a special occasion like birthdays or leap year. It's not every day/every night, but it's not every other month either. It's okay, but kinda bland and predictable. And it had been quite a while since I had any satisfaction other than myself.

This? This was something new and different and my body was reacting to it in the only way it knew how. I was getting extremely hard, and her body so close to mine was making it noticeable. She smiled as we kissed and pressed her hip against my cock, and I let out a small involuntary moan, accompanied by a quick shudder. 

I leaned back and pulled my shirt off. I could see her moving and pulling hers up and off as well. Her hands found my shoulders and pulled me back to her. Skin to skin, I felt her breasts pressing against me. I hadn't seen them in years, not since she started wearing bras and covering up around me. Now they were against me, begging to be touched. I moved my hand up and laid it on her shoulder, right above her chest. I was afraid to move it down, to cup her beautiful mound, fearful that to do so would break whatever spell we were both under.

She could sense my hesitation, "It's okay." She took my hand and slid it down on top of her breast. The small nipple was rock hard underneath my palm. I gently squeezed her, kissing her while I did. I heard and felt her moan softly. I gently pinched the nipple, getting a small gasp from her, before I resumed caressing the areola and surrounding skin. She was so silky soft, my fingers gliding over the supple skin. I slid my hands between and then to the other side, making sure each received equal attention.

"I love my boobs played with." she said into my mouth

"mmmm. Good thing."

"I love you dad."

"I love you baby."

"I.." she hesitated

"What baby?"

"I want more. Down there."

I took her hand in mine. "Show me."

She slowly slid my hand down her stomach. I felt the waistband of her panties brush my fingertips as her hand slid past and finally between her thighs. The heat radiating from her was unmistakable. 

"That's a pretty big step Samantha." I said, looking into her eyes.

"Yeah. That's why I want you to take it."

It took me a second to realize what she was saying, "You mean no one has ever done this to you?"

"No one."

"What about yourself?" I said, grinning.

"Dad!" she gasped, but I could see how she turned her head away that I was right.

"It's okay baby. It's normal."

"I know it is. It's just not something I thought I'd be telling you about."

"I don't think either of us is doing anything we really ever thought about."

As we talked, my fingers traced the outline of her labia from outside her panties. I could feel her dampness seeping through. She moaned slightly as she felt my fingertips on her. 

"How much do you want?"

"Everything." She gasped

I slid my hand up and traced the lace top of the waistband. Slowly, I pushed my hand under the band and further down. 

"I didn't know you shaved yourself." I teased as my the middle finger reached the top of her slit

"Mmhmm." She said breathlessly. "Cleaner."

"I like it." I whispered into her ear as I slid my finger down. Her lips parted as my finger slid inside, and I felt her juices, hot and slick. Her body tensed as I slide my finger slowly inside, penetrating into her body. Sliding my other arm under her head, I cradled her as I moved my finger inside her."

"Oh God dad." She breathed out.

Moving my finger out, she moaned slightly. She tensed up again when I found her little clit, and started massaging that with my well lubricated finger. 

"Oh. Oh dad." She started to shiver in my arms as I rubbed little circles around her button.

"Shhh baby girl. It's okay. Just enjoy it."

For the next few minutes, the only sounds where her halting breathing and the wet sounds I was creating between her legs. Suddenly, her body tensed and curled up a little. Then, with a loud moan, she pushed back, straightening out and spasming. I smiled as I watched my daughter orgasm under my touch. I could feel her pussy get even wetter as she came, and I made sure to keep her clit well lubricated. 

"Oh shit." She panted and fell limp in my arms, spent. 

"You liked that?" I asked, smiling

"It... was... incredible." 

I slid my finger up and out of her, eliciting a gasp as my finger drew across her sensitive clit. I brought my hand to my face, inhaling her scent. I had to taste her, and she was divine. Slightly salty, slight tangy, but clean. I licked my finger clean of her juice as we lay there. 

When she recovered enough, she rolled onto her side and slid her hand down my chest. She continued down my stomach and to my shorts. With no preamble or warning, she reached inside and wrapped her hand around my rock hard cock.

"Hello!" I said, surprised at the bold move

"Your turn." She said, kissing me as she rolled me on my back.

"If you don't want to do this, you don't have to." If she had stopped, I would probably have exploded anyway, but I wanted to give her the option

"I know dad. I want to make you feel good." She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I want to make you cum."

Slowly, Sam started moving her hand up and down my cock, squeezing gently while she did. I couldn't help but moan softly as she did. My cock isn't the biggest in the world, but it's a decent size. A little over 5 ½ inches, I wasn't going to be bottoming out in anyone's cervix, but I wasn't going to hurt them either. 

Her mouth still beside my ear, I heard her whisper. "I love the way your cock feels in my hand dad. I want to make you cum. I want you to shoot it all over my hand. Please dad, don't hold back. Let it go and cum for me."

Her words, mixed with making her cum earlier and the amount of time since anyone other than myself did the trick. I quickly felt the familiar pressure that signaled release was eminent. I pulled her close to me while I said, "I'm about to cum baby."

Her reply was to lock her mouth onto mine and she quickened her strokes. I groaned into her mouth as I came, cum shooting from the tip with a force I'd forgotten I could produce. It was one of the best orgasms I'd had in a long time. The last few spurts didn't go as far and dribbled onto her hand, still clutching my now softening cock. 

I heard the unmistakable sound of someone sucking their fingers clean. "Not bad at all." She said before she lay her head on my arm. I reached over and found my tshirt and cleaned my cum off of my chest as well as I could. I could've gone to the bathroom, but I didn't want her to leave my arms.

"Thank you dad." She said as she ran her hand through my chest hair

"Thank YOU baby." I said. 

"Can I sleep here tonight?" she said through a yawn

"I'd have it no other way. But you don't want to do anything more tonight?" I was more than happy to make her cum a few more times before we went to bed.

"I'm good for right now." She said quietly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I woke up in the morning alone and I briefly wondered if it had all been a dream. I sat up slowly, and looked around, but Samantha wasn't around. I got out of bed, put on a clean shirt and went into the kitchen. 

Sam was there, sitting at the table with a half-eaten bowl of cereal. Her spoon was dangling from her hands, slowly stirring it as she looked out the window into the backyard. 

"'Morning?" I said, breaking her from her reprieve.

"Hey!" she said, brightening up at my arrival

"Sleep well?"

"Mmhmm." She said.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just thinking."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. We should probably talk." 

The worst words known to man. 'We Need to Talk' in any variation is a gut-wrenching phrase.

"Oh boy." I sat down, taking a deep breath. "Okay. I should apologize about last night. You'd had a beer and were having a bad night. Things progressed and I should've stopped it, but I didn-"

"What are you talking about?!" she interrupted

"Huh?" I was at a loss now. "What are YOU talking about?"

"You goofball!" she said laughing. "I meant about what we're going to do next!"

"So... You don't regret last night?"

"Dad, I'm just worried you're mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at you?" 

"Well... what about mom?"

"Oh... Well... I don't know how much you know about the... intimate side of things."

"You mean your sex life?"

"Yeah. Well, if you could call it that."

"I kinda figured." She reached over and took my hands in hers. "What's up with that anyway?"

"I wish I knew." I laughed. "So where do we go from here?"

"Well, I know where I'd like to go." She said with a sly grin, "But what about you? I don't want you to do anything you don't want or will regret."

"Heh. Shouldn't that be my line? I don't want to hurt you, baby."

"And mom?" she said, knowing that I was technically cheating on her.

"You let me worry about that. Besides, I'm not planning on telling her anything about this!" 

"Oh God no!" she laughed a little

"How about this? Let's set some rules." 

"Sounds good. Rule 1. No telling anyone."

"Never. This is just between you and me. Ever read any of the fiction stories about this?"

"A few." She admitted

"A lot of them end up with the whole family involved into huge orgy. Not my thing, you know?"

"I agree. Rule 2?"

"Just you and me." I nodded. "But you have to promise me something. Don't give up on dating and finding your future husband. I can't give you that kind of life." I grinned

"I know dad. That's not why I did what I did."

"So why did you?"

She thought for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"That's one thing I've been thinking of. Trying to figure out how to explain it. I guess it was just the next step in how I felt. And after last night, I just felt so close to you. Safe. Reassured. I just wanted to be close to you. And when we kissed, it just felt... right. Good. I wanted more. I went up to my room and realized how horny I was! I had to cum, but even after I did I couldn't stop thinking about it." 

I was a little shocked to hear her talk about masturbating so casually, but then I remembered what we did last night and figured that barrier had come down. 

"The only thing that helped" she continued, "was the stupid text last night. Kinda took my mind off it. Then you came in the room. Calmed me down and took me into your room. I laid there and we were face to face. All those thoughts and feelings came back hard. My kitty got soooo wet just being that close."

"Kitty?" I asked, surprised that's what she called it.

"You know... my pussy."

"I know what you meant. I just liked it."

"Oh." She blushed a little. "Anyway, I decided to make a move as they say. With all the talk we had of incest and whatnot, I figured I'd see what happened." She looked up at me. "You're not angry, are you?"

I stood up and walked over to her, pulling her up when I got close. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her firm ass in my hands as I pushed her against me. "What do you think?" I kissed her, my tongue dancing across hers as my hands gently massaged her. She moaned happily as she retuned my kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

"So?" I said, breaking the kiss and smiling, "What do you want to do today?"

"Whatever we want. We have all weekend!"

"Well, before we decide anything, I think I'm going to get a shower."

"Okay." She said as she released me. 

I started walking to the bedroom. Right before I went in, I turned around and saw her standing there watching me walk.

"Well come on." I said as if it were obvious, "Aren't you going to join me?"

Her eyes got wide, the thought never crossing her mind. I went to the shower, hearing her footsteps behind me, following me in. There, I turned on the water and let the hot water work its way into the system. I turned around, and she was standing there, looking nervous. 

"You okay?"

"Yeah.. just... last night the lights were off." 

"Yeah, kinda bright in here." I walked to her and held her at the waist. Slowly, I pulled her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in just the yellow panties from last night. When her shirt was off, she made to cover herself, but I shook my head and she lowered her arms. 

"You're beautiful, baby girl." I said, looking at her breasts. They were pert, no snagging at all. Her little nipples were hard, and the areola was only slightly darker and pinker than the rest of her pale skin. I took my shirt off and pulled her to me, pressing her chest against mine as I kissed her again. Almost simultaneously, our hands slid down and pushed each other's underware down. This close, my cock was rock hard again, and pressed against her stomach. I pulled her back with me and into the shower, closing the door behind us as the water cascaded down around us.

"Do you really think either of us will get clean?" she asked, reaching down and taking ahold of my cock.

"I don't know. But I know that I don't mind either way right now." I said as I looked down at her bare pussy. I ran my fingers along the slit, watching as her eyes closed when I slipped inside. She spread her legs open, giving me easier access. She was already wet inside; her juices were unmistakable from the regular water. She wrapped her arms around my neck as my finger worked inside her, sliding in and out slowly, then sliding up to her clit. 

"I love how wet you are baby."

"That's how wet you make me dad." She said between breaths. "Oh God, this is better than I imagined."

I sped up my hand, rubbing her clit a little faster and pressing a little harder. She started bucking her hips against my hand and her breathing turned fast and ragged.

"Are you about to cum baby?" I whispered in her ear

"Yes." She hissed

"Cum for me. Cum now baby."

I barely got the words out when she spasmed against me. She held me tight as her orgasm overtook her and she cried out a primal howl. Feeling her body tighten against mine almost made me cum right then as well! I held her for a few minutes as she recovered, kissing her head as the shower cleaned her juice from my hand. 

"How do you do that to me?" She panted, unbelieving

"Do what? Make you cum?"

"So quickly. I can't make myself cum that easily."

"Practice I guess." I said smiling.

"Mom cum like this?"

"Yeah. When we do this."

"She's an idiot for not doing this daily!" she laughed and kissed me. "Now what about you?"

"Oh, don't worry about me right now. I'm not as young as I used to be. If I cum now, it could be a while before I'm ready again. Besides, it's a father's duty to make sure his little girl is as happy as possible." I pulled her against me and hugged her close.

"You already have dad. Everything else is icing."

She pulled away and slid down onto the floor of the shower, ending up in a kneeling position in front of me. Her hand wrapped around my cock and started to stroke it slowly. I was already hard, but feeling her soft hands and the warm water made me feel like I grew harder still. As she stroked me, she picked up speed, getting faster and faster. I could hear the squishing sounds as she squeezed the tip of my cock when she neared it. 

"I want you to cum dad. All over me. Do you want to?" She asked, looking up at me innocently and biting her lower lip. 

"God yes." I hissed

"Cum over my boobs dad. Let me see it. I want to see you cum."

As they did before, her words pushed me over the edge. I had to brace on the wall of the shower as I felt my cock erupt. Loads of my cum rushed out, and I had to close my eyes as I came. Her hands continued to milk my cock of every last drop. I stood panting, unable to believe I could cum that hard. Sam giggled, and I looked down to see her face and chest covered in my semen. She had apparently aimed my cock upward at the last moment, so my cum coated her with every shot. I watched as she licked it from her lips, and licked her fingers clean. 

"I'm starting to like the taste. Better than beer, that's for sure!" 

I pulled her up and kissed her again. The sweetness of her lips mixed with the slightly salty residue of my cum was incredible. "We should get you cleaned up." I joked as I aimed the water to clean her chest. 

We finished the shower quickly, and she did her best to try to keep me hard if her hand wasn't on my cock then she was pressing her naked body against mine in some way. Everywhere she touched me felt like electricity, exciting me in ways I hadn't felt since I was a younger man. Surprisingly, I didn't go completely soft. Her hands and body, mixed with the occasional kiss, kept me in a state of desire. 

We got out of the shower and took our time drying each other, but we didn't bother getting dressed. The AC was on and the house was cool despite the summer heat. We quickly hopped into the bed and got under the covers.

"You know." I said as she lay against me. "If we keep doing this, it's going to be all the way."

"I know. I want to."

"Yeah. I do to. Still taking your pills?" She had been on birth control since her early teens. Not because we were afraid of pregnancy, but to regulate her period. 

"Always." She smiled, then "Dad?"

"Yes baby?"

"Make love to me."

I rolled her onto her back, making sure I was over her. I smilied as I looked down, seeing my girl smiling back up at me, naked as the day she was born. I kissed her, savoring her lips as she kissed me back. I moved down, kissing her neck, then her chest. I spend time on each breast, sucking each nipple and areola, massaging the tender skin. She moaned as I did it, and I could feel the heat from between her legs grow as I played. After an eternity on her chest, I slid down until I could see her beautiful pussy right in front of me. The sheets had slid down with me, exposing her entirely. I spread her legs apart further, looking up at her as I did. Her eyes met mine, and I could see she was a little nervous about what I was doing. I winked at her, moving up and kissing her labia. She jumped a little, not sure what to expect. 

"Relax and enjoy it." 

"You sure you want to? I'll understand if you don't."

She either thought it would be too gross or something. Little did she know how much I enjoyed this. To taste a woman at her core was the most wonderful thing for me, and to hear and feel her cum against my tongue was the biggest aphrodisiac in the world for me. I spread her lips with my hands, and I could see her little clit, all but hidden inside her pink folds. I slid my tongue up, slipping inside and finally to her clit. 

Her whole body went stiff, as if I'd hit a nerve. "Oh shit!" she cried out, even those words losing coherence as I licked more. Slowly, I pushed a finger inside her, pressing against the fragile membrane of her hymen. Her juice coated my mouth, and I drank in as much of her nectar as I could. Clean and delicious, I was intoxicated by her pussy. I could've stayed there forever and never tired of her taste. Sam's moans became grunts as I licked faster, fingered faster. Within minutes, she was grinding her hips, and it was a small challenge to keep my tongue and lips where they belonged. Her legs quivered as she grew closer and closer. Her hands found my head, holding it in place as if she were afraid I'd stop before she could cum. I felt her hands on my hair tighten, her body stiffen, and her legs pressed tightly against my head. She cried out again as she came, moaning and panting almost at the same time. Her pussy pulsed against my finger, the muscles tightening around it. 




A Father's Love



I slowed my tongue, but didn't stop. She cooled down, but her moans didn't stop. 

"Oh! Oh!" was all she could get out before I sped up again, her pussy even wetter than it was before. I slid my tongue up and down, making sure to taste as much as I could of her. Every time I went back to her clit, she arched again. Finally I stayed on her clit, sliding my tongue across it faster and faster, pressing harder. "FUCK!" She called out, before crying out another primal sound, the sound of a woman having an incredible orgasm made stronger by the taboo act. She calmed down, this time pushing my head away gently. "Too sensitive." Was all she was able to get out.

I moved up and over her, pressing my lips against hers. Our tongues met, and she moaned slightly as she tasted herself on my lips.

"I taste pretty good." She grinned 

"You are delicious baby girl."

I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me. She lay on me, one leg draped over. My cock was once again fully hard, and pressed against her leg I know she could feel it. 

"What do you want to do now, dad?" she asked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"I'm going to let you drive this one."

She moved up and whispered in my ear, "I want you inside me, dad." As wet as she was, I was still pretty dry. 

"You should get me wet first then." I grinned.

Without a word, she slid down. I closed my eyes as I felt her breath on my cock, followed shortly by her mouth. She started slowly, moving up and down. I was a little surprised that she was pretty good, but I figured either she had been researching on the internet or had a little practical experience. Either way, I loved it. She worked up plenty of saliva, and soon the slurping sounds coming from her mouth meant I was well lubricated. 

My cock popped out of her mouth and she slid back up, straddling my waist. Leaning forward, she reached down and guided me to the wet entrance of her pussy. She smiled at me as she worked it in, keeping herself from sliding it all the way. Slowly, she lowered herself and I felt the head slide all the way in. I couldn't help but moan as I felt her body embrace me. A little more and I felt her hymen push against me. She moved down a little more, then stopped as it stretched. 

"You okay?" I asked

"Yeah. Just getting used to it."

"Take your time." I said, smiling at her. 

She closed her eyes and moved down again. I felt her barrier stretch again, then give way. She let out a gasp, wincing as I entered her. With a small cry, she lowered herself all the way down, until our bodies pressed against one another. I reached up and pulled her to me, letting her rest and lay on my chest. I could feel her shaking as she rested on me, her body getting used to the invasion of my cock. With a little contortion, I was able to pull the bed sheets up and over us, cocooning us both together. 

"I love you dad" she whispered, looking up at me.

"I love you too baby. Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm. Just needed to get used to it. Feels nice now, you inside me."

"It feels amazing baby. I guess you're a woman now, huh?" I smiled at her.

"No. I'm your woman, dad." She smiled back, grinning from ear to ear. "And you're my man."

I could feel the walls of her vagina wrapping around my cock, engulfing it in the warm, soft embrace I hadn't felt in a long time. Slowly, I pulled my hips down and her eyes widened. As I pushed back in, her eyes closed and she hummed softly. 

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really. Keep doing it."

I moved in and out of her, slowly. I kept my arms around her as I did, holding her close. She moved up, and I angled my hips to keep inside her and moving. Our lips met, and we kissed as two lovers would. Our mouths and tongues were in sync as I kept the pace between our legs. I was glad she had made me cum in the shower, because I was pretty sure I wasn't going to last much longer. It had been a long time since I had been in someone as tight and wet as she was, and my cock was thoroughly enjoying it. 

Sam broke our kiss, and put her forehead against mine. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was ragged. "Oh dad. I'm gonna cum." Was all she said, until I felt her orgasm from the inside. Her pussy clamped down, and it became almost impossible to move inside her. I pushed hard until I was all the way inside, letting her pussy spasm around as much as of it as it could. 

Eventually, she relaxed her grip on me, and I was able to continue sliding in and out of her. It didn't take long before I sped up a little, my own orgasm getting closer and closer. She could tell, probably the same way I could tell when she was able to cum.

"Yes dad. Cum inside me. I want you to. I need you to."

I must be more auditory than I thought, because her words were the trigger. I buried myself inside her as deep as I could, crying out as I erupted inside her. Everything went white as my orgasm hit me. I couldn't see or hear anything. Everything was centered on my cock inside her pussy, unloading as much cum as I could inside her. 

"Oh my God." She said, breathing hard on my chest.

"Yeah." I croaked out

"I felt you cum inside me dad. It felt so good, then it felt even better. I actually came again, just feeling you spurt inside me!"

"Wish I could stay inside you forever." Yeah, it was a lame thing to say but it was what I was feeling at the time.

"Yeah. I can feel you getting softer though."

"I love you so much, baby girl."

"I love you too, daddy." First time she'd called me 'daddy' in years.

Slowly, she slid off to my hand and curled up next to me. Her eyes closed, and in a few moments I heard the slow, rhythmic sound of her breathing as she slept. I closed my eyes and drifted off as well.

When I woke up, I looked over. She was still here, still sleeping beside me. I gently removed myself from the bed, pulled on some shorts and went into the kitchen. The growling in my stomach reminded me that I skipped breakfast and I was pretty sure she didn't have much to eat either. I was half way through making some scrambled eggs when I heard her footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around, she hugged me from behind and rested her head on my back shoulder.

"Thank you, dad."

"For what?"

"For making my first time amazing. So many of my friends' first time was a disaster. The guys didn't know what they were doing, came to fast, or hurt them too much. I loved every minute of mine. It was perfect."

"You're perfect."

"I am now. And you know what the best part of this is?"

"What's that?"

"We have the next two weeks together."

And the next two weeks were incredible. 

Let me know what you think of this. If you like it, I'll tell of some other adventures.



A Father's Love Ch. 02



To build a proper girl up, sometimes she must be broken down first. How? Shame is a useful tool when someone knows how to use it. This fact was crystal clear two days ago, after I crossed one line--when my dream finally came true and I put my hands on the flesh of my lovely, curvy, growing 18 year old daughter, a tall, pretty girl dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. In crossing that one line, I broke many rules: those of a husband, a father, and an adult. Yet I was not the one who felt shame; it was Laura. She turned quiet as I groped her naked breasts, she turned red as my hand touched her pouting, fatty tummy, and she saw herself as unworthy as my fingers touched her pubic hair while she heard my discontent that there was any hair there at all.

Two days later, the time had come for her to know of my driving lust. It was time for Laura to feel more shame. It was a Saturday like any other, except my son was away on a camping trip and my wife was about to leave for a few hours on a research trip related to her graduate work. Laura was plaintive and quiet as her mother left; surely my daughter suspected that more would continue today. I woke up with the slightest pang of guilt. I had, after all, gotten away with cornering my daughter in the bathtub, feeling her, belittling her. In my study, shortly after breakfast, any guilt I felt was solved by a short glass of Jameson whiskey.

Painfully, I waited a whole hour with just my daughter and me in the house. Then I called her downstairs to the den, a wide, bright room with a wall of windows that looked out to the back yard. On the coffee table there was a small paper bag, a tall glass of Jameson that morning, and an old Polaroid camera.

"Yes, Daddy?" she asked sweetly. I could see her eyes flit to the bag. She always was one who loved a present.

"I've bought you something. A present, since you did just a good job last time." My last few words hung in the air. Since I had put my hands on her while she bathed a few days ago, this was the first reference to the event. She went to the paper bag, bending down to pick it up. For a moment, my eyes drank in the deep crevice of her ample cleavage. Those growing, tender breasts truly were delightful. Holding the bag, she pulled out first colorful paper, then two swaths of pink cloth. Momentarily she was confused.

I clarified it for her. "It's a bathing suit, Marshmallow," I said, using my pet name for her. "A two piece. Aren't you..." I paused, emphasizing the next word, "big enough for one now?" Seeing her blush, I knew I had hit a nerve. Despite being 18, my daughter had only recently started to bloom, and with it had come some modest weight gain. Not only was she embarrassed by her ample, lovely chest, but the other curves of her body as well. Furthermore, she had always been a modest girl, preferring a one piece bathing suit even in our own pool. 

"Yeah, I guess I can sort of see myself it...." Laura clearly was nervous about where this was going. Demurred, she smiled. "Thank you Daddy for the bathing suit," she said plainly. She paused, perhaps thinking ahead and trying to avoid what was coming. She added, "I'll try it on later." 

I sipped my whiskey and smiled; I felt evil and wonderful. "No," I said directly, "you will go to the upstairs bathroom and put this on, then come back down."

I was slightly surprised to see a faint, pained look on my daughter's face. "Daddy, please. After what happened in the bathroom... I was terrified. It wasn't normal. This isn't normal."

Anger flared up in me. She wasn't ordinarily so vocal about dislikes. I took a deep breath, trying to control the rage wanting to bubble up. "I'll tell you what isn't normal. You have no boyfriend. I am not even sure that they find you appealing." Anger seeped into my voice, my volume increasing. "But I do, and you should respect that! You should honor that!!"

Tears slowly came into her eyes but did not fall, making them appear thick and glassy. "I know I'm not normal. I wish I was... I wish someone would just tell me what is wrong with me!"

Not even wanting to let any fatherly sympathy leak in, I sipped my whiskey again. Silence filled the air. I took a breath and spoke softly but firmly. "Laura, speaking back is one thing wrong with you. Disobeying a man, any man, is another thing. But these things can be fixed. All girls have some badness in them. You, however, can be a good girl by going upstairs and putting on this bathing suit right now." Now my voice changed, becoming more caring. "When you come downstairs we can have a good, honest look at your body and talk about what is right and what isn't. Okay?"

My daughter sighed and smiled. "Oh, so that's what you meant!" She looked relieved, and I realized that the events of in the bathroom must have taken a toll on her. In her naiveté, she truly believed that I was not capable of molesting her. This despite the fact that I had two days ago. And despite the fact that I would again this morning.

"Yes, darling. Go upstairs and change, and we can get this worked out."

Laura wiped her eyes and smiled broadly. "Alright, Daddy. Give me a minute." The bathing suit in her hands, she turned and headed to the stairs. My eyes crawled over her butt, so wonderfully plump and round. In yesteryear she had been a delight to spank. I now looked forward to touching that ass again.

I could hear her up in that bathroom, the very one that I had seen her naked in so recently. She took too long to come down. At first I was angry, but I realized that she must be up there, hands shaking and butterflies in her stomach as she looked at herself in the mirror. She must be up there wondering what was going on, what would happen. She must be scared and curious and confused. All the more reminder to go slow with her.

In time, I heard the bathroom door open. She paused at the top of the steps, then came down and into view. I had bought her a simple pink two piece bikini from Victoria's Secret in a medium size. Descending the stairs, my eyes were locked on her wonderful, moving breasts. They were large indeed, and had the bounce reserved for the rare girl that is both very busty and quite young. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, I looked into her face. Yes, she was nervous indeed.

"You are a lovely sight indeed, Marshmallow." Laura smiled, letting out the breath I didn't realize she was holding. 

She walked closer to me, entering the full light of the windowed den. I saw now that I had misjudged in buying her a medium bathing suit. The bottoms seemed to fit with appropriate, luscious snugness. However, those wonderful, inescapable breasts of hers strained the top in an almost obscene manner. Goodness, how I loved the husky, soft curves to her body! 

With a welcoming laugh, I said, "I must apologize, Laura! The top I bought you is certainly too small. I clearly... don't know your size up top."

She smiled back, in a relieved way. "Yeah! I was kind of wondering about that, but I guess I just thought... stuff... you know...."

I was not stern, but allowed the happiness to leave my voice. "'Stuff' and 'you know?' Laura, a girl has to learn to speak plainly to a man, as this is pleasing. Tell me what you thought when you realized the top was too small for your chest?"

"I thought you didn't realize how much it had grown lately," she answered plainly.

"Well, guilty as charged, my darling daughter." A wonderful question entered my mind. "And just how large are they?"

Laura stammered and crossed her arms in front of her chest, then said, "I am a 38 D cup now, Daddy." 

How spectacular. She had managed to surpass her mother, who has a stellar chest. I looked at her chest and saw only arm. Hadn't I told her a few days ago not to cover up by me? Wordlessly, my eyes flashed anger at her. The sides of her mouth went down; she recognized that she had done wrong. Her arms fell to her sides.

Returning to the topic of her looks, I asked her, "What is the best feature on your body, Laura?"

"My chest," she said instantly. The answer that any girl with a large chest should give. 

I smiled kindly. "Exactly, exactly." I reached slowly for the Polaroid camera. "Now, I'd like to take a few pictures, so that we can discuss things from the man's point of view. Is that alright?"

She paused, clearly unsure. I wondered if she could sense that this could be a larger development than it sounded. 

I continued, soothingly saying, "Come on now for your father, Marshmallow. A few pictures so we can make you the very best girl possible."

"...Alright. A few pictures," she finally said.

I opened the Polaroid and leaned in close, squaring off her round, pouty breasts in the viewfinder. A snap, a whir, and moments later she was asked to sit next to me.

"What do you feel when you look at the picture of your chest, Laura?"

She smiled an innocent, toothy grin. "I feel like... proud. I mean it's weird getting attention for my chest, but it's nice too. It's something not all girls have."

"Yes, that's a good girl. That's why I taught you not to be shy about your breasts, that you shouldn't hide your best feature." I smiled sweetly, knowing that my next comment would give her a tweak. "In a bit when we talk about where you are lacking, keep in mind that your breasts are a positive." I could see that it hurt her a bit to hear that some negative critiques were coming. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait for it. "Stand up. Right in front of me."

I had to pause a moment and drink in the sight of her body up close. I loved seeing her curves and I loved that she was no longer a skinny girl. Nonetheless, seeing her so close and knowing that she was sensitive about her weight drove the animal in me into only a greater fury on the inside.

Calmly, I snapped a picture of her plump stomach. "Turn around." She did so and I took a picture of her equally curvaceous rear end. I heard her murmur something. "Sit down. And tell me what you just said."

Sitting, she sighed. "I know this will be the tough part...." Her voice trailed off. It clearly was difficult for her to talk about her body. I told her to go on. Stammering and embarrassed she said, "I know I have a big butt. It used to be a tighter, like, bubble butt, and now..." she sighed. "Now it's a bigger bubble! And I know that my tummy... is something we're going to talk about too. And that that's going to be the hardest part."

"Your tummy, yes," I said in a serious tone. I glanced at the snapshot of her stomach. Oh, how I loved that little bulge of hers! I resisted the urge to pin her down right there and take her virginity; instead, I reached for my whiskey. Then sternly, I said, "We'll return to your tummy. Let's look at the picture of your rear end now."

We looked at the wonderful picture for a moment in silence. Then she held my arm and softly asked, "What do you think, Daddy?" My daughter looked up at me, her eyes big and inquisitive. Inwardly I grinned: she was growing more reliant on my opinion and authority. 

"It's not bad," I said simply. I could feel her deflate a bit, but she still held onto my arm. In turn, I put an arm around her and continued softly. "Ever since you were little, you always have had such a nice curvy butt that pushes out. A bubble butt, just like you said. What I see now is just that little extra bit of weight added to things. It pulls your butt down a bit."

Laura scrunched up her face, thinking for a moment. Then she lit up and blurted out, "I know!" Before I knew it she was up and out of the den, heading upstairs. I had absolutely no inkling of what she had in mind. Soon enough, she was coming down the stairs... having put on a pair of while heels. She grinned from ear to ear, clearly happy that she had thought of the boosting power of pumps all by herself. She walked in front of me and did a quick spin, ending up twirling all the way around. "What do you think?" she asked eagerly.

I had to genuinely laugh at her eagerness. "Slow down, slow down! I hardly was able to look and judge! Now turn around slowly. Face away from me."

She did so, and I found myself truly enjoying the sight. "Laura, it looks great. It's gone from being pudgy and fat," that last word intentionally stung her a bit, "to looking plump and tight. Absolutely wonderful! Stay there a minute...." I took a quick picture. "Turn around."

She looked at me, still smiling with pride.

"Marshmallow, what have you learned now? About heels I mean?"

"...That they make my butt look good?" Poor thing, clearly unsure, even after being so thoughtful.

"Exactly. So what should you do when you are around a man?"

"Well... wear heels, I guess." 

"Good girl, good girl. See, though you will never be perfect, you still have ways of highlighting the good parts of your body. Come sit." She smiled again, happy with her ingenuity; I was then struck with some of my own. "Tell you what, Laura. Whenever it is just you and me home, I expect you to be wearing heels. No matter what."

She was now sitting next to me again, her hand on my arm, her head on my shoulder. She nodded, not saying a word. I let the silence hang for a few moments; I knew she was nervous to see the picture of her stomach. I was happy to make her more nervous, more malleable.

"Laura..." I said seriously, "with this next picture, well, there isn't a lot of good news."

Silence, then a whispered, "I know, Daddy."

"It's a lot of bad news." I held the picture right in front of my daughter's face. "What do you see, Laura?"

"My tummy."

Tersely, I said, "Describe it."

"Well, it's pale, it has a belly button--"

"No!" I blurted, surprising myself with the edge of anger. "What would you call it? What word describes it?"

She lowered her head and mumbled something near my arm.

"What, Laura? Speak up so I can hear you."

Softly, barely above a whisper, she said simply, "It's fat."

I pretended not to hear her. "What?! I am a man, a concerned man, who is giving you time out of his day to attempt to make you a better girl! Say it loudly, you stupid fuc--"

"FAT!" she yelled. "My tummy is fat because I am fucking FAT!!"

Love and lust flooded me and I kissed the hair on her head. Whispering, I said, "Good, that's good. You've admitted it Marshmallow. You've admitted the truth. I'm proud of you." Her body shook softly against mine. She clearly wanted to cry but once again was holding it back. I rubbed her back and kissed her head, letting her calm down. We had crossed a bridge together and I let her take the time she needed. Hell, I knew I could stop now... but there was no reason to. My lust needed release before this morning was over.

Laura looked up at me, wiping away whatever tears might have been there. "Daddy... I want to get back to looking the way I was."

I responded with sympathy and a touch of condescension. "The way you were was before your body started to change. That change isn't going back. You are lucky enough to have those wonderful breasts, but in your case there is a price to pay. The price is being curvy all over."

She nodded, but clearly wished it was not true.

I kissed her on the head again, then said, "Let's continue. With the pictures, I mean."

Silence. I looked down at her, and she up at me. Laura didn't want to continue; she had had her fill for the day. However, her weak spirit was all but broken and she would continue.

"Laura, go up on the coffee table."

Confused, she moved from sitting with me on the couch to sitting across from me on the coffee table.

"No, Laura," I said as though it was plain as day and she was acting stupidly. "Get up on the coffee table on your knees. And hands." I then added with a sweet tone but wicked, hurtful thoughts, "Don't worry, you won't break it."

She stood up looking a bit wounded, and for a split second my heart skipped; I thought she was walking out. Instead, she walked so that she was facing the long side of the coffee table... and promptly crawled on, slowly and gingerly. She moved forward a bit, even with me. I had a beautiful side of my daughter on her hands and knees wearing the tight pink two piece bathing suit. Seeing my daughter bent over like an animal as she wore a too-small bathing suit, as she did as I said... life was wonderful.

I snapped a picture, and she did not turn her heard. It was a gorgeous picture, her hair draped down, her beautiful, full body in its animal shape. Her breasts hung and her ass pushed up a bit in the air. Just like in the bathtub the previous time, she looked ahead. She was silent, embarrassed, ashamed... and following my directions like a good little girl. I glanced at the picture, then dismissively threw it on the coffee table, under her head. She was forced to look down on it while I stood, moving closer.

I asked, "What do you see? What's the first thing your eye goes to?" I added, warningly, "Be specific."

My daughter responded with a low, clear voice. "My tummy, my fat tummy. Because it's more obvious like this. It... hangs a bit."

"Yes..." I said, pleased. "And what do you see less of like this? What good part of you that could take my eyes off of your fat tummy can't I see as well?"

I could tell her eyes were scanning the picture, that she wanted to give the right answer, that she wanted to please me. Then the correct answer came from her. "My breasts. You can't see them as well when I'm like this." 

My hand went to her back. "Correct, Marshmallow." My fingers went to the knot of her bikini top. "Time to fix that." I pulled at it, and within a moment my daughter was topless before me. Her large, 38 D cup breast hung. They were still pert and youthful, but nonetheless pulled down by their own lovely weight. Hanging, her areolas looked both round and slightly conical, and her nipples were pink and small and seemed hard and wanting. With nude shame, she lowered her head even more. An animal's sign of submission.

I moved to the opposite side of the table, camera in hand. I saw her in profile, her head on my right and her feet on my left. I stood back, seeing her hair hanging down, her eyes seeming empty as they stared at the table. My eyes were drawn back to her sumptuous chest, and I snapped another picture, knowing that this one would be kept and especially treasured. The polaroid developed, and I felt that she had to see it. I placed it in front of her, and her head rose a bit. I could read no emotion from her, and I realized why: she was waiting for my approval or disapproval.

"You are lovely, Laura." I could see she was smiling with relief. She thought she was beautiful too, despite the rough things that had been said. I looked down at her, still on all fours on the coffee table, still feeling some pride in herself. With my left hand I rubbed her back. "Truly lovely." 

Then, finally, after waiting two endless days... I reached, and my right hand cupped her right breast firmly. It was wonderful, better than I remembered: warm and fully and aching to be squeezed. And this time, I felt the hard nub of her nipple against my palm. I told myself, or tried to convince myself, that I wasn't molesting my daughter. We were both enjoying this. Weren't we?

I rolled her hard nipple between my fingers, eliciting a grunt from her. I reached over her, grasping her left breast with my left hand. Holding both of my daughter's breasts, I was in heaven. I had to capture the moment. I stepped back and snapped a picture. Laura didn't move one bit.

I took a breath and, walking around the table once more, I sat down. It was absolutely phenomenal to see her, still on hands and knees atop the coffee table, having hardly moved.

"Laura?" I asked. "Are you alright?" She nodded silently. "Talk to me, Marshmallow. Tell me what you're feeling."

There was emotion in her voice. "No one has ever treated me like this before. No one. I'm a little scared, Daddy. My mind keeps telling me to run away... but my body wants to stay." 




A Father's Love Ch. 02



Sam sat at the kitchen table, savoring the bacon and eggs I had made for breakfast. She smiled at me as I joined her, her light blue eyes looking into mine as she took another bite. In a way, I was grateful she had decided to get some clothes on, though the worn tshirt and white cotton panties did little but stir my imagination. 

"These are great dad." She said as she took another bite.

"Thanks." I said absently.

Sam regarded me for a moment. "Dad? Are you okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm good. Still a little tried I guess. You?"

She yawned and stretched. "Yeah, Maybe a little tired also. And... Kitty's a little.. sore.."

"Sore? I'm sorry, baby!"

"Oh it was worth it dad." She smiled warmly at me.

I let that sink in for a minute, smiling back at her. Switching subjects I said. "So what are you doing today?" 

"Well, the guild is running a raid in a little bit. I told 'em I'd be there to help out. You?"

"I kinda need to mow the lawn before the neighborhood sends a letter."

"Have fun with that!" she giggled as she finished her breakfast.

She put her dish in the sink then moved next to me. Leaning over and wrapping her arms around my chest, she rested her chin on my shoulder. I looked at her, and smiled when she smiled at me. With a little tilt of my head, I could see her shirt open at the next, her beautiful breasts hanging just underneath.

"I love you, dad." She sighed

"I love you too baby." I leaned over and kissed her gently. She sighed contently, then headed up the stairs to her bathroom. I sat in the kitchen, staring at the seat she had just vacated. I'm not sure how long I sat there, but it wasn't long before I heard the shower upstairs. My mind shifted to images of her stepping into her shower, and I felt my arousal grow. Shaking my head, I stood up and went into the bedroom to get dressed. Nothing like cutting the grass to kill an erection!

A few minutes later and I was wheeling the lawnmower out of the garage. As the doors rolled up, the wave of heat hit me like a brick wall. July in the South, gotta love it. As most of my energy and will to live was sapped by the humidity and heat, I pushed the mower up the driveway and to the top of the yard. Unfortunately, it started on the first pull and I began to make the usual circuit around the property. 

Some people talk about being able to think and meditate while cutting the grass. I've never been able to do that. I'm too busy cursing the machine, or a rock I just hit, or a root I need to avoid, or some other innocuous thing that manages to irritate me while pushing. The other problem I had with focusing was that I couldn't shake a bizarre, unsettling feeling. Something felt... off, and I couldn't put my finger on it. I shrugged it off as best I could and trudged on. 

After 30 minutes, I finished the front yard and surveyed my work. Normally I subject Dan to this; the penalty for being male and younger than me. His departure was well timed so I had to endure it instead. I thought about it for a second and decided the back yard could wait. Sweaty and a little sore, I cleaned off the mower and stored it back in the garage. 

Making my way back upstairs, I opened the door to my daughter saying something you don't normally hear in everyday conversation.

"Well, if you wouldn't run INTO the fire and stand there, I wouldn't have to keep your ass alive the whole time and could focus on the tank!" 

I turned the corner and saw her sitting at the computer, headset on, arms flailing about. I smiled and stood there, enjoying the scene. Then quietly, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She almost jumped out of her skin.

"GAH! Dad!"

"Gotcha!" she just glared at me. "I'm going to get a shower. Just wanted to say hi."

"Shower? Yeah, good idea. You stink!" her eyes looked away for a moment. "No, I wasn't talking to you, but I might as well have. LTP for God's sake!" Obviously she had forgotten that her microphone was still on.

She shooed me out of the room and turned back to her game. I walked into the bedroom, stripped off the sweaty clothes, and started up the shower. When the water was ready, I stepped in and began to get clean.

I've heard the phrase "Reality hitting like a sledgehammer", and it's happened to me on a couple of occasions. The version "Reality hitting like a freight train" was a new one for me.

As I stood in the shower, I cleaned my penis and surrounding area. It was then I felt something hard and a little crusty. Looking down, I found some dried blood at the base.

Her blood. From her vagina. When I stretched and tore her hymen. When I took her virginity. The odd feeling I had earlier? I knew what it was now and it froze me solid. Doubt and depression isn't always a slow and gradual decent. Sometimes it's a nose dive in a wingless plane. 

I stood there, staring at the dark red streaks. Then it hit, and I couldn't hold on. What had I done? In the heat of the moment, my hormones raging and my cock hard, I had sex with her. I took from her the one thing I could never replace. The justification of 'she wanted it too' wasn't holding up in my head. I crossed the line. I was her protector and I failed that duty. My knees felt weak. My legs were unable to keep me up. I fell back against the wall with a "thud" and slowly sank onto the tiled floor. The water cascaded onto me, but I didn't care. I just looked down as shame and guilt overwhelmed me. 

"I'm sorry" I whispered. My inner voices quarreled with one another, that I hadn't felt like this last night or earlier this morning. Back then, though, it was just hands and fingers. Now it was intercourse. Now the line had been crossed. 

I'm not sure how long I sat there, consumed in self-loathing. As if from a distance, down a long tunnel I heard Sam calling me. "Dad? Dad!? DAD?!!" I felt her hands on me as I looked up at her. 

"Dad?! Are you okay?!" She was in the shower, kneeling in front of me. The water was soaking her completely, rendering the shirt nearly see-through and threatening to bring back thoughts that just a moment ago were devouring my psyche.

"Did you fall? Hit your head? Do I need to call an ambulance? I'm calling an ambulance."

"Sam. Stop. I'm fine. Physically anyway." I stood with her help.

"What's going on?"

"I'm so sorry, baby girl."

"Sorry? What are y-" She's always been a smart girl. She's grown up with me and how my brain works (or doesn't) and it didn't take her long to figure out what's going on in there. "Oh dad." She sighed with a patient smile. "Come on. Get out of there."

My daughter became the parent and guided me out of the shower. She handed me a towel and told me to dry off, grabbing another one for herself. She stripped out of her wet shirt without reservation, but I did my best to avoid looking at her. She just smiled at me and went into the bedroom. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I followed. 

She was seated on the bed bare chested with towel underneath her. Her light brown hair was a wet and tangled mess, and I could all but hear the cussing that would eventually flow when she would get around to brushing the knots out of it. She was looking at me with a bemused look, as if I was the only one here who didn't get it. 

"Sam, really, we should-"

"Get over here dad." She interrupted me as she leaned forward and grabbed my hand. Pulling me, she all but flung me onto the bed then laid down beside me and propped herself on her arm. 

"I love you dad. More than ever."

"I love you too baby girl, but this morning-"

"Was something I've been wanting for a while." That surprised me

"Huh?" I was at a loss.

"I didn't plan it out if that's what you think. I didn't have any grand schemes. It just happened, and it was great. Perfect."

"But I'm supposed to stop things like that."

"And you did, for 17 years." She insisted. "I've had these feelings for a long time, dad. I've heard that most girls do. Something called the Electra complex? Kind of like the Oedipus complex, but for girls." I nodded. I was familiar with it, but never looked into it. 

"It wasn't constant," she continued, "but I seemed to always come back to it." She looked, shaking her head and smiling a little, "There were times I was so..." she made a fist and thumped me lightly on the chest, "mad at you because you didn't see it. Or if you did, you didn't act on it."

"That might explain 9th grade..." I said, remembering the time when everything I did seem to piss her off.

"8th, 9th, part of 10th. Yeah. Part of it was I didn't know how to express myself. Part of it was being afraid. But you were there." Her voice turned almost into a whisper, taking on a serious tone. "Always there. Never walking away from me, no matter how hard I pushed. Never flying off the handle, even when I completely deserved it."

"And last night? This morning?"

"I kissed you, remember? You didn't hurt me. You didn't force me. You didn't convince me, or trick me, or con me, or do anything that you read about. I know you love me, dad, and I love you. Last night, I needed that more than anything." She put her hand against my cheek and turned my face to hers. I could see her eyes, and the tears that were welling up in them. "I still need that. I still need you." She pulled me close, hugging herself to me and burying her head in my chest. "You've never pushed me away before, dad." I could barely hear her whisper. "You've never walked away from me. Please, please, PLEASE don't start now." 

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her shiver against me. I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I'm just so scared of hurting you. That one day you'll look back at this and hate me, or worse, hate yourself."

"Dad, I could never be mad at you for this. Ever." She pulled back and looked at me. Her eyes were red glistening from where she'd been crying. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do." I said

"If I had said no or asked you to stop, would you have?"

"In a heartbeat."

"Then why would you stop when I'm telling you to keep going?"

"Are you sure honey? Are you absolutely sure?"

She just smiled at me and rolled me onto my back. Straddling my chest, she reached down and took my hands in hers. Her lips caressed the back of each one, then the palms. She took each one and placed them on her breasts, squeezing my hands against her skin.

"Look at me, dad." Her eyes were locked on mine, still slightly puffy but clear and sharp. "I give myself to you. Now and always. I love you. And this? You and me?" She leaned down, trapping my hands between our bodies. "This is the most right feeling thing I've ever done." 

Slowly, she slid down my body, kissing my chest the way down. The towel around me came undone easily, leaving me completely naked. It was obvious that part of me was perfectly okay with everything, and that part was getting harder by the second. Sam stopped when her face was level with my growing cock, looking up and me and smiling. 

"Would I do this if I wasn't sure?"

I watched as she opened her mouth and took me in. Her mouth was warm and wet, slowly moving up and down my semi-hard member. Quickly, that was changing to very hard. Her hands were busy as well. One of them was encircling my cock with her thumb and forefinger while the other was gently squeezing my balls. As her mouth moved up and down, so too did her hand, masturbating me and sucking on me at the same time. The feeling was incredible, and I was hardly able to contain my moans. My whole body would tense as got to the tip, using her lips to maintain contact all the way to the very top, then slowly back down. There was only so much of this I could stand, and I could feel my body getting ready to cum. The familiar pressure built up, and the warm rush inside began. I tensed up.

And she stopped.

Cold turkey, stopped. I was literally seconds from orgasm when she pulled away. It was like jumping for the edge and missing by a few inches then falling. I looked down at her, confused and concerned. She was smiling up at me, her mouth inches from my twitching cock. 

"Mmmm. Not yet. I want to enjoy this for as long as possible."

A few eternities later, she resumed her work on me. Once again, I felt the pressure start. Once again I almost came, and once again she stopped. She repeated this twice more, bringing me right to the edge then stopping.

"No stopping this time dad." She said at last.

When she started up again, it was fast and furious. Her head moved up and down like a jackhammer, her hand in sync. For a moment I was afraid she was teasing me and would stop again, but she didn't. She brought me right to the edge, then shoved me over it. My back arched and I couldn't help it when a low, growling scream escaped through my gritted teeth. I felt my cum rush out and into her waiting mouth. Her head and stopped at the tip, sucking on it like a milkshake. Her hand didn't' stop, milking every drop out of my cock and into her mouth. When every drop had been pulled out, she released me and crawled back up my body until she was looming over me.

"Holy shit baby." I managed to say between pants. 

She just smiled at me then closed her eyes. She lifted her head slowly and made a show of swallowing. I watched, wide eyed, as she swallowed every drop I just shot out! She licked her lips, moaning contently as she did. I was so used to my wife rushing into the bathroom to spit into the sink that I was expecting her to do the same thing. She looked back down at me, this time giving me a big toothy grin.

"Mmmm. Way better than beer. Did that convince you?" She said

"Uh huh." Was all I could manage to get out. She lay down on me, using me like a body pillow.

After a minute, I had to ask. "Where did you learn that?"

"You know my friend Brian?" I did a quick mental inventory of her friends, trying to remember who Brian was so I could strangle him for getting a blow job from my daughter. Then it came to me.

"Isn't he gay? Like, openly and proudly?"

"Very. He gave me a few pointers a while ago. Never had the chance to try them out. Until now."

"Ah. So you and he didn't...?"

"No way. I was saving it for someone special." She gave me another grin and lightly ran her fingertips over my still twitching cock. "Saving it for you. Now truthfully. If I didn't want this, want you, all of you, would I have done all that?"

"I wouldn't think so."

"I love you so much dad."

"I love you too baby. Just don't expect me to stop worrying about you."

"Then I won't stop worrying about you." She put her chin on my chest and looked at me. "How about this? Rule 3. We stop when one of us absolutely must stop."

"And you'll honestly tell me when that happens?"

"I will if you will."

I laughed. "So what if I never say anything?"

"Who said I will either?" She grinned. "Seriously though. Where did all that come from, dad?"

"I guess it was building inside all morning. Then in the shower I found some blood still on me. Blood that I caused. It just hit me right then."

"I figured as much. You were acting strange."

"You could tell?" 

"I can usually tell when something's bugging you. Didn't take much of a leap to figure out what you were upset about. So I spent some time working on what I would say." Then she grinned up at me. "And what I would do if I had the chance."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You always did like to have a plan."

"Yeah. Had to improvise a little though. You okay now?"

"Getting there." I admitted

I held her like that for a few minutes, then slid my hand down her body to her panties. She just shook her head slowly against me. "Still too sore right now. Maybe in a little while. I'm happy. Just. Like. This." She snuggled into me and signed contently.

I couldn't argue.

***

After we finally got up and got dressed, we sat on the sofa and figured out a plan. After a little discussion, we settled on a movie matinee then dinner. 

"Are you taking me out on a date?" She asked innocently

"I figure it's the least I could do. That is if you think you can stand to be seen with your dad."

"If that's a shame I must endure for good Italian, then so be it." she sighed

"Yeah, yeah. Come on."

We headed out for the afternoon movie. She had put on some khaki shorts and a blue knit top. I put on some jeans and grey polo, and I really questioned the choice of jeans when I stepped out of the car. The theater would be air conditioned at least.

The movie was better than I would have normally given a Matt Damon movie. The good thing about living in a large sprawl of a city is that the chances of you running into someone you know is very small. The theater, while packed, was full of complete strangers. As far as anyone was concerned, we were on a date. We sat towards the back of the theater, sharing some popcorn and holding hands like two teenagers in love. We snuggled together, lifting the arm rest in the middle to make a loveseat and sat hip to hip. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I know I missed key points of the movie as I closed my eyes and enjoyed her closeness. The doubts I had earlier remained, but they were quieter and further removed. Here she was beside me, of her own free will and desire. I thought back to the bedroom. If she really didn't want to do this, wouldn't that have been a quick blowjob and a rush to the bathroom, much like how my wife does it? Instead, Sam lingered. Sam stayed and enjoyed. She made sure I was brought to the peak of enjoyment, not just half way up the mountain. I don't mind admitting I thought long and hard about it (no pun intended), before and during the movie. Anyone who says they reconciled something like this in a matter of minutes is either crazy or lying. 

I looked down at my daughter. My sweet, smart, beautiful daughter. I wrapped my arm around her and hugged her close. 

"Thank you." I whispered.

"'Bout time." She whispered back, knowing what I meant. I smiled and kissed her on the top of her head. 

After the movie, we walked out and into the heat once more. The sun had moved behind the trees, and the shaded areas were actually kind of nice. A small breeze was blowing making the walk to the restaurant pleasant. She put her arm in mine, and we talked about whatever came to mind. Sometimes we talked as father and daughter, sometimes we talked as a couple. 

At dinner we were seated in at a fairly nice table, tucked away towards the back. Our conversation drifted everywhere, but I didn't really care about what we talked about. All I cared about was the company. 

We drove home in a comfortable silence. We had talked about all kinds of things, and on the way home we just let the radio play softly. When we got home, it was only 8:30 and neither of us were really tired. We both went into our rooms to change into something more comfortable. The phone rang as I went into the living room; my wife calling to check in on us.

"Hey. Just wanted to see how you two were doing?" she asked

"We're fine. Just got back from dinner."

"She behaving?"

"Like a princess." I said, smiling as I watched Sam come down the stairs. She had her pair pulled back in ponytail, wearing a tshirt that barely covered her stomach, and a pair of pale pink panties. She stopped mid-way down and mouthed "MOM?" I nodded, unable to take my eyes from her. Sam smiled at me and sat on the stairs. With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she stretched back while she spread her legs and ran her hands up her thighs. I watched as her fingertips traced up the sides of her panties, then one hand slid down the middle, following the crease inside. Her other hand continued to slide up, revealing her breasts. She pinched and pulled on one of her nipples, already hard and begging for attention.

"Hello? Anyone there?" I vaguely heard in my ear. 

"Huh? Oh, yeah, hey!" I snapped out of my hypnosis, glaring at Sam, who was too busy trying to keep from laughing to really notice.




A Father's Love Ch. 02



"You okay?" 

"Yeah. Got distracted by the, uh, TV. Sorry. What were you saying?"

"I asked if you two had any plans for the night?"

"Eh, not really. Maybe a little TV. Sam's probably going to play on the computer. I'm probably going to bed early; didn't sleep well last night, ya know?"

"Sorry."

"No worries. Y'all having fun up there?"

"Yeah. Catching up."

"Okay. Tell Dan I said I love him. I'll go ahead and say good night to you now if that's okay. I may be unconscious later."

"Okay. Night.

"Night."

I hung up the phone and checked it, making sure it was hung up. 

"Oh you are in soooo much trouble." 

"You liked it." She retorted, pointing at my crotch. I looked down and couldn't deny the evidence.

"Muscle spasm, that's all." I said dismissively.

"Uh huh." She said as she walked down to me. Standing in front of me, she reached down and pulled my shorts out. She looked down and smiled, then back up to me with put-on surprised face. "Oh! Did I do that?"

"Uh huh. The question is, what are you going to do about it?" I put my hands on her hips and pulled her against me.

"We'll just have to see. I'm not as sore as I was earlier and I took some Advil while I was changing. Give it a few minutes to kick in."

We walked into the living room and got on the sofa. She lay against me and stretched out lengthwise. I sat kind of cattycorner, letting her head rest on my chest. I helped her get the blanket over us as she made cute little noises getting comfortable. Reaching up, she grabbed my arm and pulled it down, my hand coming to rest in between her breasts. Sam gently ran her fingers up and down my arm, nuzzling it as she did. 

We sat like that for a while, watching TV but not paying any attention to it. Eventually, Sam turned around and got on her knees. She leaned forward, laying her chest against mine. She kissed me, her tongue darting out and meeting mine. It wasn't the usual gentle kiss we'd shared recently. It was a kiss of passion. Of heat. Of unmasked and unrestrained desire. We embraced, and I rolled her onto her side, pinning her between me and the back of the sofa. Her hands ran up and down my back, grabbing and holding on as I pushed her against me. 

"I need you now." She growled when we came up for air.

"Go into the bedroom." I stood up, pulling her with me. "Get comfortable. I don't want any distractions."

I quickly went through the house, shutting off lights and the TV, making sure the door was locked and everything was secure. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the bedroom finally. 

Sam was on the bed, laying naked on her stomach facing the foot of the bed. She looked up at me smiling. I walked to the side of the bed, looking down at her. She didn't roll over, letting me enjoy the view. Her smooth skin, dotted only with the occasional freckle, was like satin to my fingers. She had her legs closed with her feet in the air. I bent down and kissed her back, right between her shoulders. She hunched up; I had obviously found another ticklish spot. I leaned down, put both hands on her shoulders and began a slow massage. I heard her sigh as I moved my hands down her back, kneading and rubbing her skin as I did

"Oh God that feels good." She moaned. She moved to turn over but I stopped her. 

"Uh uh. Not yet baby girl. I want tonight to be memorable."

I continued my massage, working my way down her back until I came to her rear. As much as I wanted to, I avoided over massaging her cheeks. Instead, I traced my hands down her cheeks to her legs. I worked on each leg, massaging with both hands down to the knee before I moved over to the other leg. I took care to avoid spreading her legs too much or to slide my hands too close to her pussy. I moved to her calves, rubbing them firmly as I finally reached the ankle. 

"You okay?" I asked, working my way back up slowly.

"I am a puddle of goo." She moaned slowly.

"Let me check." My hand was far enough up her thigh I was able to push a little further without any resistance. She spread her legs slightly, letting me feel the damp heat radiating between them. My fingertips brushed her lips, and she rotated her hips giving me easier access. I climbed on the bed, spreading her legs apart and kneeling between them. She whimpered as I pushed a finger inside. I could feel her body clenching at my hand, pulsing with her heartbeat. I moved it in and out, each time more of her natural juices dripped out. While my finger slid inside her, I used my thumb to find her sensitive clitoris and massage it. No words came from her mouth, only a mash of unintelligible syllables. Her body tensed up as she rocked her hips against my hand. I sped up and pressed harder, knowing her orgasm was near. When she came, she just stopped moving. No sound came for a few moments, then her cry escaped her throat and the tension left her body. She bucked against me a few times, crying out. 

Sam rolled over, my fingers sliding out. Her body was flushed, and her breasts bounced as she caught her breath. She looked up at me and started giggling, which turned into gentle laugher. 

"Gah, that was good." She said, sliding her hands up and down her chest. 

"Relaxed?" 

"Mmhmm." She moaned. "But now I want more. I want you. I want you inside me, dad." Sam spread her legs wide, lifting one and putting it on the other side of me. "Please?" she whimpered

I pulled my tshirt off and my shorts down, not needing any more invitation. Pulling her closer, I knelt down and pressed the tip of my cock against her open pussy. I was quickly lubricated as I slid the tip up to her clit. I rubbed my cock against her little button, reveling in the sensation. 

"Mmm." She moaned. "You're teasing me, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little." I admitted. I stopped rubbing and slid it down to her opening. Slowly I leaned forward, sliding inside her just a little. Her eyelids fluttered as I entered her and a small gasp escaped from her.

"You okay, baby?" I asked concerned. "Not still sore? Not hurting?"

"Not. At. All." She said breathlessly. "Keep going."

I leaned all the way forward, pushing inside her all the way. She cried out the whole time until we were completely joined. I was on top of her, watching her face as I entered her, waiting for her to come back to me. A moment later, she opened her eyes and looked into mine.

"God, it feels incredible." She smiled as she put her hands behind my shoulders. I let myself be pulled to her, kissing her as I moved down. My weight on her, my cock buried inside her, our mouths and tongues met. She tensed up underneath me, her hands turning into claws and digging into my shoulders. She broke our kiss and threw her head back, moaning and crying out at the same time. I felt her pussy spasm with me inside her. I watched as she twitched underneath me, held in place by my weight. 

"I came." She whispered, then looked up at me in surprise. "You didn't even move and I came."

"New sensations down there I guess." I smiled at her. Then slowly I started to slide my cock inside her. Any further conversation we may have had stopped at that point. I kept my pace slow, almost pulling all the way out, then pushing all the way back in. Each time we met we both gasped. My cock was being clenched by her body, trying to keep me inside as I slid out and trying to stop me from coming in. 

I leaned back and pushed myself onto my knees again, my cock still inside her. From here, I could look down and see everything. I watched as my cock, glistening and slick with her juice, slid in and out of her.

"Look at us Sam." I said, which brought her out of the trance she was in. She leaned up and looked at us, watched as my cock spread her lips apart. She reached down and let her fingers brush against my cock. I moaned at her touch, knowing that I wasn't going to last much longer.

"You're inside me dad." She whispered as much to herself as she did to me. She looked up at me. "Completely inside me."

"I'm close, baby." I warned her. Hearing her talk like that was more than I could resist. Reaching down, I found her exposed clit and started rubbing it. I wanted us to cum together. I felt her tighten up again, her orgasm getting closer. I didn't let up, and when she crested I started thrusting faster. My own orgasm hit, and I felt the first stream of cum shooting out and into her body. The sensation was too much and I collapsed onto her. My mouth sought out hers. Our moans and cries mixed as we kissed. We came together, holding onto one another and not wanting to let go. I kept thrusting as much as I could, but her pussy held onto my cock like a vice, squeezing as much cum form me as it could. 

We lay there like that for a minute, my cock still twitching inside her, her pussy still squeezing me every now and then. I felt her lips on my neck, kissing me over and over. I couldn't help but smile, kissing her neck as well. I pushed myself up, and stopped in my tracks. Sam's eyes were closed tight, tears falling slowly from her eyes.

"What's wrong baby?!" I asked alarmed

"Nothing." She sniffled. "It's silly."

"Tell me."

"You'll laugh."

"I won't."

"I just realized it. I love you. Completely. I mean I don't just love you. I'm falling in love with you. I know it sounds silly, but I am. For every reason I can think of. You, me, here, now. All of it. Just made me finally realize something. Something I've been looking for for a long time." She smiled up at me again, eyes watering. "I found my happy place." She put her hand over my heart. "Here." 

I took her hand in mine, still against my chest. "You've always been there. Always will be."

I sat up, gazing on her. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were watery and puffy. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I pulled her up and held her as I laid back onto the pillows. Her head on my shoulder, she was cuddled up beside me. I felt her hand on my chest, running her fingers through my chest hair. 

"Still worried?" she asked, smirking

"Not anymore." And I really wasn't. She lifted her head to mine, and we kissed again. I never will get tired of feeling her lips pressed against mine, the soft moan she makes, or the way her tongue flashes across mine. How she melts into my arms when I hold her, how easily it is for us to talk about anything. 

I rolled her onto her back, then moved between her legs. As much as I wanted, I was still in recovery mode and couldn't get hard no matter what I tried. I smiled at her as I sat up, my fingers sliding inside her. She inhaled sharply, sighing slightly at the end. I laid down on my stomach, my face inches from her glistening center. 

"It's okay if you don't want to dad. You just came in there."

I gave the side of her lips a kiss, "Do you want me to?"

"I... guess?"

I kissed the other side. "Yes or no."

"I... Yeah."

"Tell me."

"...Kiss me down there dad."

I leaned in, spreading her lips with my fingers and kissed her little button. It wasn't large or engorged, but small and almost hidden insider her delicate folds. I encircled it with my lips, pushing my tongue out to slide across it. Her moans began almost instantly, and I felt her hands on the back of my head pushing me against her. I could taste her delectable juice as well as a little of my own, but I didn't mind. Through her moans, I heard her whisper, "God, please don't stop." As if I would. 

My fingers pushed inside her, curving up slightly and pressing on her from the inside. The walls inside gripped my fingers, squeezing them tight. Her pelvis lived up, then started gyrating against my mouth. I had to bob my head up and down to keep my tongue on her, but I was able to keep my fingers still. I felt her slide up and down on them and she neared orgasm. I pressed my tongue harder against her, sending her over the edge. Her legs lifted up in the air, shaking beside my head. Her muscles inside shuddered and seized on my fingers, and I had to fight to keep them moving in her. Sam cried out finally, her orgasm subsiding and my fingers finally able to move freely again. 

I moved up beside her again as she caught her breath. I cradled her head in my arm as I pulled a quilt over us. As we turned toward one another, she brought her hand up to my face, letting her finger trace down my cheek. 

"That was nice." She giggled

"Nice? Just nice?" 

"Okay. It was better than nice." She wrapped her arm around me, "How about fucking incredible?"

"That's my girl."

"I am your girl, dad. Always."

Her hand slid under the quilt, coming to rest finally between my legs. She took my cock in her hands and begin to slowly stroke it. "Think you're up for another round?" she grinned slyly

"In a bit, sure. Gotta give an old man time to recover." I said, somewhat sheepishly

"Mmmm. Maybe we need to get you some of those little blue pills."

"Not a bad idea... hey!"

Several months ago I went to the doctor for a regular checkup. Not the most enjoyable of things, but something I felt was in my best interest. The doctor, in his usual professional way, asked how my sex life was. I just shrugged because at the time it wasn't anything spectacular. In response, he gave me a trial box of a pills labeled "as needed". I wasn't sure why he gave them to me. Probably some drug rep gave him a special deal or something. Anyway, I took them home, put the box in the back of my shelf in the linen closet and didn't think anything more of them. 

I got up and went to the linen closet and pulled out the box. Sam followed, curious about what I was doing. I found it, turning it over in my hand to read the instructions and warnings. 

"Are those what I think they are?" she asked

"Yeah. Still in date. Whatdaya think?"

"Up to you dad."

I opened the box, popped out one tablet and swallowed it with a drink of water from the sink. I looked over at Sam and shrugged a shoulder. "We'll see."

We walked back into the bedroom and slid under the covers. This time, Sam reached over and turned off the light, her breasts pressing into my face. I nibbled on one of her nipples, causing her to yelp and pull back, covering her chest with her hands. "Not funny." She grumbled. 

"Couldn't resist, my love." I said, grinning. 

"You feel good." I said, feeling her naked body press against mine.

"You do too. Are you tired?"

"Not really. Relaxed at the moment. You?"

"Maybe a little. Been kind of a rollercoaster of a day."

"Yeah. Sorry about that."

"It's okay, dad. Seriously, I understand. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous about all this. I mean, it's not exactly legal, is it?"

"Nope. But we're both adults, right?"

"Yeah. Of course, there's mom."

"Yeah." Not exactly who I wanted to be thinking about at the moment, but she had to come up eventually.

"Are you okay with... ya know?" she gestured around the bed.

"Are you?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm not exactly thrilled that she'll be the one in here in a couple of weeks." I couldn't argue that

"I know what you mean, baby."

"I just... I don't want-" her voice caught in her throat and she took a deep breath, "I don't want to lose you."

"Oh Sam." I pulled her against me. "Listen to me. I'm not going anywhere. Are you worried that this is just a two week thing?" she nodded into my chest. "It's not, I promise you. I love you so much. You and me? Here? It makes me love you in a whole new way." I pulled her chin up to face me. I could barely make out her eyes in the dim light of the room. In them, I could see worry, doubt, and hidden in the back, maybe a little hope. "Let's face it baby girl. We've cast the dye. We've crossed the Rubicon. There's no going back, and I don't want to go back. I want you, in my arms, for as long as possible."

"Oh dad!" she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight.

"I'm not saying it's going to be easy. But nothing ever worth it is. And you my sweet, wonderful, beautiful, incredible girl? You are very much worth everything."

We kissed again, our souls pouring into it. Maybe it was the emotion. Maybe the pill. Maybe it was a combination of both of them and everything else. Holding her in my arms, her body so very close, I felt something stir between my legs. Sam felt it too, and she climbed on top of me. I wasn't completely hard, but she took me in her hands and slid me inside her. We didn't move much, but we continued kissing. Our tongues intertwined as our bodies came together. 

"I feel you growing inside me." She said in between kisses. Slowly, she begin to rock her hips back and forth, sliding me in and out of her. I was pretty well drained from cumming so much today, so I knew I was going to be able to last a while this time. 

We made love that night for a long time. In the end, she had come more than I could count, with the end being almost a continuous wave of orgasms. My release, when it finally came, was probably one of the most intense orgasms I had had to date. We lay there afterwards, sweaty and limbs entwined, panting and laughing like two kids. 

Exhausted, we fell asleep, spooned together with her in my arms safe and sound.

***

Sunday morning we woke up when the sky split open and peal of thunder shook the house. 

"We pissed God off." Sam said, stretching her naked body for me to see.

"Sleep okay?"

"Best night's sleep ever." She said and curled up next to me. 

"So what do you want to do today?"

"Sleep. Kiss. Make love. Rinse. Repeat." 

"I never asked. Did you have homework?" This made her groan

"Yes..." she finally admitted

"How about this? Kiss." I leaned down and kissed her. "Then shower. Breakfast. Kiss again. Homework. More kissing. Finally your choice."

"Can't we just skip to the end?"

"Nuh uh." I said, lightly popping her bottom. She jerked and squinted her eyes at me. "No homework, no nookie."

"Did you just say 'nookie'?" she started laughing

"Yes I did." I said defiantly

"Nookie!" she howled 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on." I slowly rolled over, and realized I was tenting the sheets. That pill was effective! Sam looked down and noticed it too. 

"You sure homework comes first?" her hand began stroking slowly.

"ummmm." Was all I could say.

"How about a little preview?" She purred.

Taking my silence as approval, she slipped under the covers and took my rigid cock into her mouth. Starting slowly, she slid her mouth up and down, licking all around and making sure I was completely wet. She climbed on top of me and guided me in her with what was becoming practiced ease. She beamed triumphantly when she pushed me all the way inside. She kept herself raised slightly, her hands resting on my chest as I began to glide in and out of her. 

"Lean back" I told her, and she did, awkwardly repositioning her knees as she tried to keep me inside at the same time. 

"We'll have to practice that." She said finally

I looked up at my girl, her hair a disheveled mess spilling around her face. Her eyes were closed as I rocked my hips underneath her.

"Like that?" I asked

"Uh huh." She gasped 

"If I asked you to do something?"

"Without question." She opened her eyes and looked at me, awaiting her direction

"Reach down." I gestured with my eyes to where I wanted to hands to go. "Rub your clit."

She hesitated for a moment, a little bit of her shyness creeping in. This wasn't just sex; it was sex and masturbation. 

"It's okay baby. Go ahead."

She slowing moved her hand down, and I watched her start to feel around. When she moaned, I knew she had found it. I watched as her hand began to move, picking up speed as I continued to thrust inside her. 

"I'm gonna cum, dad." She said shakily. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." She repeated it like a mantra, until the words stopped and her whole body started trembling. She cried out, bucking her hips, grinding into me as hard as she could.  




A Father's Love Ch. 02



I pulled her hand out from between us when she cooled down. She watched as I licked clean each finger that was coated in her juice. She leered at me when she leaned down. "Did you like that dad?"

"Mmmhmm. Very much."

"Did you like watching me cum?"

"I did. I'm getting really close myself baby."

"Cum, dad. Cum for me."

That was it. That did it for me. I thrust harder and faster, unable to hold back. I cried out as I can inside her, filling her as much as I could. We lay there, recovering our senses.

"You know I can feel it when you cum?" she finally said

"I figured you could. You like it?"

"I love it. It gives me a little shiver every time I think about it. Knowing your essence is inside me? Mmmmm." 

I smiled at her warmly. "You're a dirty girl sometimes, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm. As long as I'm your dirty girl."

"Always, baby."

We eventually managed to get up and get showered, though we both seemed to do whatever we could to delay it. Eventually, hunger and the overwhelming need to pee forced us up and out. We showered separately as all her toiletries were in her bathroom, which was probably for the best as I doubt we'd get clean otherwise. This time, the only feeling in the shower I had was contentment and happiness. What a difference a night can make!

Finishing the shower, I got dressed and went into the kitchen. I was famished, and remembered I really needed to go the store. I called up to Sam, "Get dressed! We're going out for breakfast."

Breakfast was Waffle House with a very friendly waitress who called everyone 'Hon'. The downpour kept most people inside their homes, so it was pretty quiet. We sat across from each other, stealing food from each other's plates and being the stereotypical obnoxious couple. 

It felt great to be in love again. To be with someone who knew you so well you didn't need to have any walls or barriers up. To be able to laugh and joke without worrying that you're going to say something to upset them, or make them want to leave. To not have to walk on eggshells all the time. That's what I had with Sam. That's what I'd been missing for way too long.

After breakfast, we went by the store and picked up what groceries we'd need for the next week. Sam and I pushed the cart together, giggling at the little things that made life fun. I'm sure we earned more than a few bizarre looks, but I didn't care. I was with my girl, and the rest of world was just noise. 

We had to run in the rain to get the car loaded, and it seemed as if the storm waited until we were out in open. By the time we got back into the car, we were both soaked to the bone. I looked over to Sam, sitting the passenger seat, laughing but rain drenched with water dripping from her hair. 

"God you're beautiful." I said, and leaned in and kissed her. Shielded by the rain, we sat in the car for several minutes making out like we were both on first dates. 

We finally came up for air, both accepting we had to get home so that the ice cream didn't melt. We drove home, her head on my shoulder.

***

We sat in the living room that afternoon; I read while she finished her homework. The surreal-ness of the situation wasn't lost on me. My highschool daughter was my lover. I had to stop reading while I processed that. Sam smiled at me when she looked over and saw me staring at her. She turned on the sofa, laying on her back while she held her book over her head. My eyes were drawn down her body, and I watched as she slowly brought her feet up, spreading her knees apart. 

"Bad girl." I whispered.

"Mmhmm." She replied, still reading her book.

I left her alone but it was hard not to look at her, regardless of whatever pose she was in. I had to keep myself in check though. I didn't want us just to become fuck-buddies or two people whose relationship was based solely on sex. She meant more to me than that.

A little while later, she was done with her homework. I had thrown together a quick lunch of sandwiches and chips, and we munched while we watched TV. We sat together with a comfortable ease, enjoying each other's company without the need for constant physical interaction. Every now and then, one of us would look at the other and give a quick kiss, but not much more than that.

The rest of the day passed in relative normalcy. Laundry cannot wait, nor can the basics of housecleaning. Since the storm removed any excuse to go outside, we stayed in and played the domestic role. We made sure to keep several of her clothes in the bedroom; no sense in putting them up there when she was going to be spending the rest our free time down here with me. 

Before we knew it, it was time for dinner. I decided to make it a special dinner, celebrating our first weekend together. Together, we prepared the meal: Steak, mashed potatoes, and broiled asparagus. And if you're wondering, steak doesn't always have to be done on the grill. Cast iron works wonders.

I poured us both a little wine, turned the lights to low, lit the candles, and sat down for one of the best meals I'd ever had with best girl I'd ever known. As we did at breakfast, and throughout the day, we talked as we always have, but now we talked as two adults who were way more than "just friends."

I held up my glass, smiling at her in the candle light.

"A toast?"

"To what?" She asked coyly

"To us? To the future?"

"How about, 'To finally finding each other?'" She grinned brightly. We clinked our glasses together and each took a sip. 

After dinner, we cleaned up the dining room and kitchen, folded and put away the laundry, finally finishing with everything once the sun had set. She gave me a quick kiss, saying she was going to get a shower. I watched as she casually undressed, admiring her awe striking beauty. Just a few days ago, she would have been too shy to do this, and I wouldn't have been so comfortable watching. 

I went through the house, shutting down the lights, feeding the dog, locking the doors, and anything else that needed doing. I finally got in bed right as she was stepping out of the bathroom. Her hair thoroughly brushed but still wet, and she was wearing another of my long tshirts as a night gown. I smiled at her as she climbed in bed beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.

"If I ask you something, promise not to get too upset?" she asked sheepishly

"Of course baby. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering... Can we just rest tonight? I'm still a little tired from earlier. I kinda just want to lay here with you instead."

"Why would I get upset, baby? That sounds perfect."

I turned off the light and we just lay there. I felt very content and happy, feeling her pressed against me while we spoke in hushed tones as we both drifted off to sleep. Soon, we were both mumbling our words as sleep overtook us. I guess we were both just worn out. For me, being older meant I didn't have the stamina, and for her she was using muscles and being in a position she had never been in before. A night of cuddling and sleep was exactly what we needed.

***

Monday's suck on the best of days. Coupled with not wanting to leave the arms of the one you love means it was sheer torture. Sam was still spooned against me and while I couldn't feel my arm I didn't want to move it. The alarm hadn't gone off yet, and it was still twilight outside. I could barely make out he features in the dim light, but I had memorized her face over the years and could tell she was still sleeping. 

After a few minutes, she turned and stretched, slowly opening her eyes and looked into mine.

"Morning daddy." She said as she stretched

"Morning baby." 

"I don't wanna get up." She turned and wrapped her arms around me.

"Mmmm." I moaned, enjoying her embrace. "Me either."

We lay like that for a while, embracing each other and trying to will away the dawn. Sam was the first to move, sliding her hand between us and over my shorts. "Seems like part of you is already up." She giggled. I had always been a morning riser.

"Yeah." I sighed as she gave me a gentle squeeze.

"What time is it?"

"5:30ish." I turned towards the clock to find out.

"Think we have time?"

"For...?" I teased, feigning innocence

"For you to send me off to school with a tummy full of cum." She growled into my ear

If I wasn't hard already, I certainly was then. As if a starting gun had gone off, we were kicking the covers off and pulling down our underwear. She had me lay back then knelt beside me and wrapped her mouth around my cock, sliding it slowly in and out. I reached over and slid my hand up her thighs until I found her lips, already starting to get wet. I slipped a finger inside and felt her shiver, sending an incredible sensation through me. I used my finger to pull as much of her juice out as I could, making sure she was as wet as possible.

When she was ready, she quickly straddled me and slid my cock inside her. For a moment, we were both still, enjoying the feeling of reconnecting in the most intimate of ways. Sam started to slide her hips back and forth, her eyes closed as she leaned over me. I held her breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently as she rode me. It wasn't a long, slow love making session. This was a need to make each other cum, to feel the connection we were now both addicted to.

"Oh baby. I'm getting close."

"Me too dad. I wanna cum with you."

I held it as much as I could, and was grateful when I heard Sam start to cum. I let go, feeling her orgasm hit seconds before mine. We clung to each other as we both came. Her pussy was convulsing around my cock while I pumped as much cum as I could into her. We both lay there afterwards, shaking and panting from our morning exertion.

Then the alarm clock went off.

I flailed my hand around the nightstand, trying to silence it. I finally did, and Sam and I just looked at each other and bust out laughing. 

"This was a better way to wake up than the alarm." I said

"Mmhmm." She agreed, sliding off of me. "Much better. Now go get a shower."

"Ahh geez. Do I have to?" I whined

"Yes you do, young man." She joked, lowering her voice. "Now get in there before I spank you." 

"So what was the incentive to leave again?" 

We laughed, but she was right. I had to get up and so did she. I got up and went into the bathroom to get ready. Twenty minutes later and I was out and dressed for work. She was already in the kitchen, finishing a bowl of cereal.

"How are you feeling this morning?" I asked, kissing her neck as I walked by

"Squishy." She said, wiggling in the seat.

"You asked for it." I reminded her.

"I did. And I'm very happy I did." 

She stood up and gave me a kiss. "Don't forget I love you, okay?" she said

"I'll do my best to remember. I promise." I kissed back

"It's going to be a long day, isn't it?"

"Maybe, but real life gets in the way sometimes. Make the most out of what you have when you have it."

"Carpe Diem." She said, nodding.

"Carpe Crustulum." I said, grabbing a bagel. "Seize the pastry."

She rolled her eyes, tossed me the keys, and we headed out for the day. I dropped her off at school, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before she got out. I watched her as she got to the door, then stopped and waved by to me by forming "I Love You" in sign-language with her hand. I signed it back, then watched as she disappeared into the building.

Throughout the day, friends at work wondered what I did over the weekend that made me so happy. A few joked that I had "gotten some" on the side. Oh, if they only knew. Just when I thought I was going to be able to focus on my work, my phone chirped.  

"Whatcha doing?" Sam's text read

"Working? Shouldn't you be?"

"On break. I miss u."

"I miss you too." Texting shorthand wasn't my thing. If you're going to take the time to write something, make it correct at least.

"What do u want 2 eat 2night?"

"You."

"U made me gush!"

"Oh?"

"I just checked. VERY wet."

"Just a check or did you let you hand linger?"

"Just long enough 2 make sure ur cum is still with me. Tasty!"

"Naughty girl."

"Ur girl."

"Always."

"Love U"

"Love you too."

I remained at my desk most of the day. Walking around the office with a perpetual erection could mean a trip to HR, especially when I got the text telling me she was home. No words. Just a picture of her in one of my tshirts, taken in my bathroom. She was careful not to show her face, but I knew who it was. I had to resist making a bee-line for the bathroom to relieve the pressure building up in my cock.

As soon as I was able, I left work and drove straight home faster than I should have. Stop signs with the white border are optional, right? I took the stairs from the garage two at a time, opened the door and was greeted by my daughter, waiting for me. She was sitting on the kitchen island, naked as the day she was born. Her legs were crossed, and her hands were holding her magnificent breasts. I barely had time to catch my breath before I pressed my body against hers and wrapped my arms around her. 

"I love you." We both said in unison, moments before our lips met and she wrapped her legs around me. I bore her weight and carried her into the bedroom, somehow avoiding banging her into a wall or doorjamb. I fell backwards onto the bed and pulled her down on top of me. We kissed the whole way down, her clawing at my shirt trying to remove it. I helped her out and in record time I was naked and underneath her. 

"Welcome home." She giggled as she pressed her stomach against my rigid cock.

"Best. Welcome home. Ever." I said between kissing her.

She moved to slide me inside her, but I stopped her. "Not yet." She looked confused for a moment, then smiled. "You need to get wet." She said as she licked her lips. 

We moved to the center of the bed and I watched as her lips wrapped themselves around me. I threw my head back, groaning in ecstasy. I looked over and saw her gorgeous body kneeling beside me. Reaching over, I grabbed her inside thigh and pulled her over. Her leg lifted up and over my head, her wet pussy suspended over my head. I pulled her down and onto my mouth, savoring her juice and drinking it in. Her scent was intoxicating. From here, I could see her completely exposed in the most complete and vulnerable way.

We lay there in the classic 69 position, her mouth slowly working on my cock and my tongue sliding across her clit. Her hips started to buck, and I felt and heard her start moaning around me. I didn't stop, and her body writhed on top of mine as her orgasm took over. She stopped sucking as she started panting and moaning. A few moments later she collapsed on me, completely spent.

I slid two fingers slowly into her, coating them thoroughly. Her mouth resumed working on my cock, and I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. I took one finger and moved it up, massaging tight little ass with it. 

"hmmmMM!" she mumbled around my cock, getting louder when I pushed in a little. I felt her sphincter tighten around my finger as my tongue slid across her sensitive clit. I used my thumb to slide inside her pussy, but kept my finger still. Didn't want to hurt her, just give her something new to enjoy. Moments later I felt her start to cum again. Her body clamped down on my finger and thumb, and I shook my hand slightly trying to magnify whatever feelings I could.

She barely had finished cumming before she took me back in her mouth and started working on me again. She moved faster and started pumping her hand along with her mouth. I didn't try to hold back. I felt a torrent of cum rush from my cock and into her mouth. I could hear her gulp each time, swallowing every time I shot. 

She put her whole weight on me, unable to support herself any more. We lay like that for a few minutes and I loved feeling her weight on me. I could feel her breathing, heavy and deep.

"So." She said finally. "How was your day?"

What started with a chuckle turned into outright laughter as she spun around and lay down beside me. Sam wrapped her arms around me, nuzzling into my neck. 

"That was different." 

"Hmmm?"

"What you did back there."

"Like it?"

"hmmmm," she said, considering, "Not sure yet. But I am sure of one thing."

"What's that?"

"That you need to wash that hand before dinner!" 

She chucked as she sat up, throwing on my shirt but leaving it unbuttoned. I watched her walk out of the bedroom and turn towards the kitchen. It took effort, but I was able to convince myself to get up. As I was told, I washed my hands, cleaned up, then headed into the kitchen. I wasn't sure what Sam was making for dinner, but it smelled like I was about to eat the 2nd most delicious thing I'd tasted that day. We ate spaghetti and a salad, with a little red wine. Sam and I sat and ate and enjoyed each other's company. Occassionally, she would pull the collar of the shirt around and smell it, remarking only that she liked my scent. It was a little distracting watching her eat with her shirt open like it was, but I managed. I'm pretty sure she enjoyed teasing me like that.

We cuddled under a blanket and watched TV. My wife called and we talked for a bit. After I hung up, we ate some ice cream right out of the container with a single spoon. Before we decided to head into the bedroom for the night, I decided to play a little. I was sitting on the sofa with Sam reclining against me. Looking down, I could see that she still hadn't buttoned my shirt and her gorgeous breasts were only half covered by the material. Her legs were covered by the blanket she had thrown over herself.

My hand slid down her chest, tracing small circles between breasts. I could feel the goose bumps rise as a small shudder passed through her. Because of our angle, I couldn't quite get my hands between her legs. Sam sensed my intentions, and looked up at me. 

"Watch me." Was all she to me. Her hands moved under the blanket and she spread her legs, tenting the blanket between her raised knees. Her eyes never left mine as she took a deep, ragged breath when her fingers found their target. I couldn't see everything that was happening, but from the corner of my eye I could see the blanket move as her hand played. I kept my focus on her eyes, locked as she pleasured herself before me. It didn't take long before she tensed up, whispering, "I love you dad.", then she climaxed, moaning and closing her eyes for the first time. 

She relaxed and pulled her hand up, showing me how wet they were. I pulled them to my mouth, smiling as I tasted her. Sam slowly sat up and shook her head, trying to clear the dizziness. She stood up and took my hand, pulled me up to her. I kissed her, and we stood there for a few minutes locked in embrace. 

Finally, we turned off the lights and headed into the bedroom. She told me to get comfortable since she had to get a shower. I watched as my shirt fell to the floor and she walked naked into the bathroom. It was a long wait, and my erection was begging for attention. I saved it for her though. When she came out of the shower, she had a towel wrapped around her chest and was working on her brushing her hair.

"Sit over here baby. Let me do that." 

She sat on the bed, handing me the brush. Slowly I pulled it through her hair, gently brushing out any knots that remained. I spent several minutes doing this, this simple act making me realize how much she meant to me. When I was done, I kissed the back of her head and wrapped my arms around her. She leaned back and just smiled at me.

"How did I get so damn lucky?" I asked

"Uh uh. I'm the lucky one here." She replied. "Whatcha got in mind tonight?"

"Making you cum. Lots."

"What about you?"

"We'll get to that eventually. You first."

I turned off the lights, and we spent the evening making love, both hard and loving. I think she left scratches on my back that night.




A Father's Love Ch. 03



Half the family didn't know it, but as we ate dessert that Saturday night in October, two of us were celebrating an anniversary. To my wife and son, it was simply a treat to have some fantastic chocolate cake with marshmallow icing from renowned local bakery La Bonbon Fille. To my beloved daughter Laura and I was the celebration: it had been one sugar-sweet week since she had lovingly used her mouth to please her first man to orgasm. I, naturally, was that very pleased man.

Sitting around the table, I am sure that we looked like the perfect, happy family. For my part, I could only concentrate on Laura. At 18, she was still a vibrant, naive girl. Her blue eyes were large and expressive and framed by her lovely chocolate brown hair which she almost always kept down. My daughter also had a subtle sense of humor: she was wearing a new pink and gray long sleeve shirt from Victoria's Secret. Over the dinner table she would look at me and smirk, knowing that only a week ago I had given her a pink bikini from the same store. I took pictures of her wearing it... and not wearing it. Our lovely, dirty secret. In the past week, with no real opportunity to be with her again, I had returned to those pictures a number of times over the week for my pleasure. Laura was a tall girl--5'8"--with long legs. She once had a thin body. Recently, however, puberty had come and with it had come her wonderful breasts and curves. She needed to wear a 38D-cup bra, though her fast-growing body meant that she still had some smaller bras. I took delight in seeing her spilling out of those. My daughter was also plump in her tummy, something that she was very self-conscious about. 

My lustful gaze at my only daughter was broken by my wife speaking. "It's a great cake, hon. But I don't know why you got so much! We're all trying to cut down on the sweets." Her eyes jumped to Laura and back--she didn't mean "we," she meant "Laura."

I smiled at my wife, but let a bit of authority creep into my voice. "Everyone deserves a little treat now and then. Anyone want more?" Laura's eyes snapped up, and I felt satisfaction. "Laura, how about you?" I asked as I cut another piece. She blushed and smiled and stammered, ultimately saying yes. After all, why would she say no to me?

After dessert was finished, I declared that I had some important work to do in my basement home office. My wife and daughter started to clear the table; when my wife stepped into the kitchen, I held Laura back a moment. "When everyone is asleep, see me. I have another present for you."

I didn't wait for her response, instead heading to the basement with a half-filled bottle of whiskey.

I did indeed have work to do, but as my wife settled into her nighttime routines and my son prepared to go out for a bit, I drank more and worked less. I grew impatient and frustrated that Laura was not downstairs--this despite the fact that she was following the directions that I gave her. I kept fiddling with the brown paper bag at my desk. It held the latest silken, sinful gift for her--and she wasn't downstairs for it! 

I was in the middle of another glass--the bottle was looking low--when at long last I heard the basement door open. I glanced at the clock: 11:51. Still our anniversary. I heard Laura walking down the stairs. She walked slowly, and when she turned the corner I knew why.

She was wearing her white high heels, having clearly remembered the discussion last Saturday about her rear end looking so much better in them. In addition to the heels, she was wearing her normal bedtime attire: silk shorts, this time blue, and an old, frayed yellow tank top. Her clothing was not meant to wow the viewer, but I nonetheless found her soft body most appealing. The fact that her nipples were very clearly hard beneath the think tank top helped as well.

"You are late," I said pointedly.

She looked slightly shocked and confused. "But Jason just went out and Mom just went to bed... you said to come down--"

"Yes, yes, whatever," I answered dismissively. "We only have a little bit of time left to today, and I bought you something." I smiled. "Another present."

Laura's confusion melted into genuine appreciation. "Awww, that's so sweet Daddy! Is it another bathing suit?"

I laughed softly. "No, not a bathing suit. Here, take a look." I handed her the brown paper shopping bag. "I'm sorry it isn't in a gift bag. I had to keep it in something that wouldn't catch your mother's eye."

With the mention of her mother, Laura paused for just a moment. I couldn't tell if she was feeling guilty or not. Either way, when she took hold of the bag the feeling clearly passed. Out of the bag she took a pile of sheer, green sea-foam material. Holding it up, my daughter smiled: it was a thin lace babydoll with garters. Out of it fell matching bottoms and a pair of black stockings.

"Oh, Daddy, it's just beautiful! Thank you so much!" She came to me in my chair and hugged me joyfully, her smile ear to ear. She kissed my cheek and started to back up.

"Laura..." I said, my voice filled with a control that belayed my drunken state. "That's how you kiss me in front of people. Come back. Sit on the arm of the chair." Her babydoll still in hand, she returned and sat. I put my hands on her soft cheeks, staring into those deep, lovely blue eyes. Softly, I said, "This is how you kiss me when we are alone." I pulled her to me, and our mouths met. Her lips were soft and full and moist, and I could feel her body relax against mine. I kissed softly across her cheek, then down it. I planted wet, slow, tongue-flicked kisses where her neck met her collarbone, and her body involuntarily tensed up in a most delicious manner. I held her close to me, continuing.

My daughter let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "God, Daddy..." she softly cooed.

I pulled my head back, smiling warmly at her. "Now go in the other room and put on your lovely present. That's a good girl."

She stood and said, "Yes Daddy." Her eyes flicked to the small windows at the top of the wall across from my desk. Being in the basement and behind shrubs on the outside, these windows didn't let anyone see in or out. But they were useful in letting approaching headlights shine through as someone parked in the driveway. "I guess I'll hurry? I don't know how long Jason will be gone."

I felt anger, a whiskey-fueled anger, start to bubble in my stomach. I didn't care when my son would be home--I wanted to see my daughter in that babydoll. Now. "Go put on your present." It didn't come out of my mouth kindly and I didn't care.

Wordlessly, Laura turned around and went into the other room. A few minutes passed, and she was a sight to behold when she reappeared. I had bought the largest size Victoria's Secret had, a 36C, but my daughter's large, 38D chest strained lusciously against the top. The tight babydoll was snug around the middle of her tummy to be sure, but Laura knew not to fold her arms to hide it. A bit of shame burned on her face because of it. Lower still, the matching thong appeared like a haze through the babydoll. That view, along with the sheer black stockings and the slightly mismatched white high heels, almost took my breath away. She was a gorgeous sight.

"Come here, come closer." She did, her beautiful breasts jiggling as she came forward. "Turn around. I want to see that ass of yours."

She obliged, bending over slightly. From where I sat, the bottom edge of the babydoll was lifted just enough for me to have an unobstructed view of her thong as it disappeared and reappeared between the cheeks of her butt. I reached out, my palm slowly tracing what was in front of me. I loved seeing my daughter's ass.

"Daddy..?" I heard Laura softly say in a voice that was high and sweet.

"Yes, Marshmallow?"

She turned around, a proud smile on her face. "I didn't get you anything... but I'd like to give you something."

"What do you mean?" I knew exactly what she meant.

"I... you know, could do what you taught me last time." Her eyes looked down to my crotch for a moment, then she knelt down in front of me.

"I have taught you many things in your little life, Laura. Tell me what you mean."

Laura looked a bit flummoxed, but recognized that she was being toyed with. She spoke, and with each word lust flooded her voice more and more. "I want to put my mouth on your cock, Daddy. I want to suck it and make it explode in my mouth and I want to swallow it."

Can a father hear more wonderful words from the lips of his daughter? I was tempted to say yes then and there, but I had something else in mind. I was, after all, her father and I wanted her to grow as a girl. I wanted her to add to her sexual repertoire. 

"We'll do that soon enough, Marshmallow. But not tonight." She looked a little downtrodden, and I felt a shiver of pride. How wonderful to see that after giving her first blow job only a week ago, she was the sort of girl who craved more of it. Added to it was that she had no idea how good at it she was, nor what it could get her down the line. I continued. "We're doing to do something else, something new. A new way to please your daddy." Her face brightened, and I knew we were both excited.

She must have heard something outside, because she glanced at the high windows, then back to me. "I thought someone..." her voice trailed off. She realized she had interrupted things for no reason. "Sorry, Daddy."

I didn't much care. "Come here. Crawl here." Like an animal, a low and filthy animal, her body slinked to me. My eyes crawled all over every curve, loving that the babydoll had a wonderful way of showing off the flare of her hips and the pout of her breasts just as well as it showed off the chubby points on her side as well. The lingerie highlighted my daughter's body, and I loved it. Then two simple words: "Unzip me."

I heard her breathe in, and the breath was shaky. She was nervous, and I had to remind myself that this was only our third time being intimate. As natural as she was with her mouth, she was still a sexual novice and she knew it. I had to help her take my penis out through my underwear, but then it was out, hard and erect. My daughter was unsure what to do next. She looked up at me with questions in her beautiful eyes--questions and eagerness.

I knew it was not obvious what I wanted, but I spoke to her like she should know better. It felt both wrong and right to speak to her like she was stupid. "I want you to use your hand, Laura. Just your hand to jerk me off."

She looked slightly shocked with the last sentence, probably because it sounded so crass. Her hand reached out, and she lightly touched the head, clear precum sticking to her fingers. She played with it for a moment, swirling it around. Then she lightly ran the palm of her hand over the head of my penis, making me shiver. She looked up with pride and a small sense of triumph. She spread her palm around for a moment, then proceeded to close her hand around my cock and start to slowly move it up and down. I groaned in enjoyment and closed my eyes.

Laura proceeded for a few moments, then suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes to see hers not looking at my penis, or at me at all. Instead, she was again nervously looking at those windows. She froze for a moment, then looked at me.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I'm just nervous that Jason will come home and see us or something."

"Laura," I said impatiently, the whiskey in my veins not letting me be tactful, "when you're pleasing a man, don't stop, alright?" She looked hurt, but I didn't care. "Now don't be stupid, and keep jerking me off, alright?" I closed my eyes again, and in a moment she began again. Her hand was soft and slick from my precum, and she was going slow enough to be deliciously teasing. Her grip was also becoming slowly tighter and more confident. The job she was doing was really quite remarka--

She stopped, this time due to the lights of a passing--but definitely not stopping--car. "Laura!" I whisper-hissed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Daddy, I thought--"

"Shush! Be quiet and listen to me: Do. Not. Stop." 

It took bravery and gumption for her to still plead her case. "I thought I saw Jason coming home!"

"You know what?" My hand lashed out, not at her face, but the brown paper grocery bag that had held her babydoll. "I'll make sure you don't fucking look!" 

A moment later, I wasn't sure how I felt. She looked pathetic, kneeling before me, her body on display from the tight babydoll, her nipples clearly hard and her breasts threatening to spill out... and the brown paper bag over her head. Pathetic, but it made my blood boil with desire for her. 

How would she react, though? This clearly was unkind treatment. Laura spoke with a shaky, upset voice. "D-d-daddy?" Perhaps this was it: perhaps she had decided that it wasn't worth the trouble, and--"I'm sorry Daddy. Thank you for...." She paused, sniffling. "Thank you for making me a better girl. Can I keep pleasing you?" 

My daughter didn't wait for a response; her head still covered by the bag, she put her hand out and found my penis. She had little of the clumsiness that many girls seem to have the first few times they touch a man. Her soft hand slowly jerked the top half of the shaft, occasionally dipping lower. Her fingertips brushed against the head, and the top of her palm had constant contact with my underside. 

Not only was she doing a wonderful job, but seeing her was an almost regretfully erotic sight. The bag on her head looked so cruel, but it hadn't stopped her--rather, it seemed to be spurring her on. She was half bent over, resting on her knees, with her right hand on my chair, keeping herself steady. Her large breasts swayed slightly as her hand moved on me, and I took delight in the fact that this debased, confused, obedient girl had rock hard nipples.

And now I realized that I was getting close. The haze of whiskey had already been disappearing, but it was something I could control; with the fog of a building orgasm, I felt myself slipping away. "Yes... keep going, Marshmallow..." I quietly whispered. Her hand was going fast now, up and down my entire shaft, the slick sound of her fingers the only noise in the room. I felt myself being pushed back in the chair, and said, "Yes baby, my darling baby...." Her hand became tighter, my eyes closed, I grunted and...

My cock exploded all over my daughter's hand, semen spurting out and oozing down her fingers and over the back of her hand, down my shaft. My bright, darling daughter somehow knew not to move her hand--she just held me, tightly, and it was wonderful. 

I opened my eyes. "God, Laura... that was amazing. Look at this mess!"

There was an uncomfortable pause, then she said, "Um, Daddy, I can't see. You put this bag over my head."

Had she been able to see me, she would have seen a cruel smile come across my face. I loved how obedient she was becoming, but was glad that she still had a little spirit in her--that she felt comfortable enough with me to speak her mind. I spoke, unable to kind a touch of loving condescension in my voice. "Well, the bag needs to stay on your head until we are completely done." I saw her crook her head a bit, wondering what more could go on once that she had gotten her father to cum. "A girl should never leave a mess. She should take pride in leaving things clean, whether it's the dinner table or the living room... or her hand. And don't even think about using your babydoll to clean up. I want you to wear it to church tomorrow."

Laura paused for a moment, slightly moving her sticky hand. Then my heart filled with pride, because she was just smart enough to come up with a solution by herself: she slowly pulled her hand under the bag and to her face. I could hear my daughter softly licking and sucking my semen off of her hand. I took delight in seeing her throat swallow. 

Oh, how the love for my daughter was growing. I looked forward to our visit to church tomorrow. The plans I had.... 



A Father's Love Ch. 03



First, I would like to thank all of the readers who have followed my first story and have asked for additional chapters. 

As a disclaimer, all persons involved in sexual activity (Sam and her father) are 18 years old or older. This was established in Chapter 1. Also, I recommend reading Chapters 1 and 2 before reading this for continuity. 

I'd like to thank Ciguardian for editing this and helping me figure out some plot points! 

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My wife's and son's return was met with the usual fanfare of hugs and cheers. They dragged into the house a little after 3:00 PM, and were pretty tired from the drive. Sam and I helped with the luggage and other detritus that was scattered throughout the van, rolling our eyes at each other and chuckling at how messy they could be in the car. We also took every chance we could to steal little kisses here and there. 

Dinner wasn't anything fancy as they talked about their trip and how much fun they'd had. Dan was his usual quiet self, seemingly lost in thought for most of the meal. For our part, we explained what a boring and uneventful two weeks we experienced. Sam just gave me a little wink when no one was looking, smirking behind her fork. 

"What is that you're wearing?" my wife asked at one point during the meal, looking at Sam's shiny new ring.

"Hmm? Oh, this?" she held up her hand. "It was Ma Mae's. I found it in the garage, and Dad said I could have it."

"Oh, okay." Brenda breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you'd gotten engaged while we were gone!" 

I managed to not choke on my water. 

"I'm 18, mom." Sam reminded her, "Kinda young to get married!" she gave me the side eye and a sly grin when Brenda walked past her, sighing exasperatedly.

That night, as my wife and I lay in bed, she quickly turned the lights off and laid down with her back to me. I took a slow, deep breath and reached under the covers for her. 

"Not tonight David; I'm exhausted." She said through a yawn.

"It's okay Brenda. Get some sleep."

A minute or two later and I could hear the deep, rhythmic breathing of her slumber. I guess she was telling me the truth. I was still wide awake and laying on my side, staring at her outline. She was still facing away from me. For all intents and purposes, I was alone in my bed and I have to admit part of me was relieved that she was so tired.

The past couple of weeks I had become used to a nearly nightly regimen of incredible sex with Sam followed by drifting off to sleep holding the most wonderful girl. I'm not sure if I could have properly performed; sex with Brenda paled in comparison to making love to Sam.

I gave up trying to sleep. Quietly I left the bedroom and went into the kitchen, grabbing a beer and going out onto the back deck. The night was still a little muggy, but a nice breeze kept it from getting too stifling. I stretched out on a lounge chair and just stared up at the stars. A hundred thoughts swirled through my mind. The inner voices argued back and forth, never reaching a conclusion but still arguing away. I had Congress in my head and the floor was open. 

Slowly I came to the realization that I still loved Brenda, but I wasn't IN love with her anymore and haven't been for quite some time. And if we were both honest with each other, I was pretty sure she'd have to admit that she wasn't in love with me either. She was a smart woman. Kind. Generous. A good mother. A great friend. Over the years, however, we had become different people than the ones we married. Were we staying together just for the kids' sake? Were we that much a cliché? Or was it because it was familiar? Comfortable? We had a routine. People like routine; what's familiar and comfortable. Change is not easy, and most people shy away from it. 

As I sat there trying to figure all this out I heard the door open. Sam sat down beside me, a bottle of beer in her hand as well. 

"This sucks." She said, plopping in to the lounge chair beside me and taking a drink from the bottle. 

"Like I said, it's an acquired taste." I tried to inject a little humor.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah..." was all I could say.

"How're we gonna handle this, Dad? It's just the first night, and it's killing me."

"I know, baby. We'll figure it out."

"That's what I keep telling myself. It's just hard to accept that right now. And..."

"And what?"

"Nothing."

"Sam, tell me."

"It's just... Well... I'm jealous, okay?" she looked away

"I know it isn't much consolation, but I really rather it'd be you there with me."

"Me too." She said, reaching for my hand. I took hers, holding her hand in between the chairs. 

"So how was it?" Sam finally asked. I could hear the edge in her voice, asking a question she didn't want the answer to but for some reason was compelled to ask.

"Well." I said, trying to relieve her, "It wasn't."

"Seriously?" she asked incredulously

"Seriously. Too tired. Rolled over and went to sleep. Just like the last few months."

"Wow- wait. Months?"

"Months." I nodded.

"I knew it wasn't much, but I figured... What gives?"

"I do not know. Hell, maybe it's for the best. Ever since they came back, I've had this sinking feeling. That I'm cheating."

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"Don't be. That's what I've been out here thinking about. When I was lying in the bed tonight, I couldn't help this feeling that I was cheating. But the thing is, I don't feel like I'm cheating on her." I leaned over and kissed the back of her hand. "I feel like I'm cheating on you."

Sam just looked up at the sky, her watery eyes refracting the moonlight. "We're gonna be okay." She said as much to herself as to me.

"Yeah. It'll be hard, but we will."

We sat together for a while longer, finishing our drinks and holding each other's hand. 

****

The rest of the summer passed quickly. Brenda and I rapidly fell back into our day-to-day routines. The biggest deviation from that routine was Sam and I. We would find excuses to spend time together. Out of milk? No problem, I'll just run to the store and Sam will tag along because she's bored. Hardware store? Away we go! 

School started again before anyone was ready. I've always considered Sam a very smart and intelligent girl. Brenda and I always made good grades and excelled when we put our minds to something. Earlier, when I commented on our kids doing decently in school, I'll admit I was downplaying it a bit. Sam was smart, but Dan? Dan outshone us all. The only time he ever did poorly in school was before we found out how gifted he was. He was getting bored in the standard classes, and stopped caring, causing his grades to drop. We enrolled him in advanced classes and after school programs as often as we could when he was younger and he quickly turned around. He had a natural gift with numbers and by the time he reached High School he was breezing through his AP classes. If there was an academic team he found his way onto it. Math Team, Chess Team, Chemistry Team (Chemistry Team? I didn't even know they had those!), Debate Team. I lost track of all the teams he was on, and it was a logistical near- impossibility for all of us to make it to all of his events. He was a bit of a social butterfly, but when he was with his peers he really came into his own. As such, he spent a lot of time at school, both before and after the bells rang. 

Sam's pursuits lay on the technical side, with computers and programming. If she'd had more of a devious side, she would have become a hacker and probably escaped to some non-extradition country by now. Luckily for me, what little 'devious' streak she did have she focused on finding ways for us to be along together.

Instead, she spent her free time working various programs on her laptop that she would then use to help her in video games or with homework or anything else she could think of. Any club or extra-curricular activity she participated in happened on-line, so she really didn't need to stay after school that much. I had to remind her to also focus on English and History, so that we didn't get a repeat of the past summer. That's when she would remind me that that summer had been the best summer she'd ever had, and that her mind flashed back to it on a regular basis. I couldn't disagree. 

In our free time, Sam and I worked on discovering new ways for us to be alone together. The best discovery Sam and I had was the garage. I have a small workbench in the back that sits unused for the most part. The grandiose plans I had for being a handyman had long ago met with the crushing weight of reality; I was better off calling a repairman than trying to fix it myself and wind up making it worse. One Sunday afternoon I was in the garage trying to get the weed-eater rethreaded when Sam ran into the garage and barreled into me, wrapping her arms around me while squealing in delight.

"I GOT IN!" she exclaimed over and over.

"Woah! Slow down! What's going on?"

Her response was to hand me a neatly folded piece of paper. The letterhead was from a local University and the first line read "We are pleased to let you know that you have been accepted for Early Acceptance..." College. My baby girl was going to college! I snapped my head up at her with the biggest grin on my face. Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted her from the ground and spun around and around. When I set her down I didn't know where I was exactly and plopped her down directly onto my workbench. She yelped in surprise when her bottom hit the wood, but we wound up laughing as we caught our breath. 

With her arms and legs still wrapped around me Sam leaned in and gave me one of the most loving kisses I'd ever experienced from her. When I leaned in to her, that's when we found out the best thing about the workbench. It was the perfect height for us! In a matter of minutes her shorts and panties where pulled off and my shorts and briefs were around my ankles. Her hand gently stroked me to a full erection, and then guided me to her entrance. She wasn't as wet as she usually was, since this was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. As my head spread her folds apart, that was quickly changing. As I rocked my hips back and forth, I pulled out a little more of her fluid, allowing me to push deeper more each time. Finally, our bodies met and I was completely inside her. She shuddered slightly, breaking our kiss and looking down. I saw a small smile spread across her face.

"You know, it looks as good as it feels when you're inside me." She whispered. I looked down, watching as I pulled out. My shaft glistened with her juice and I watched as her lips spread apart to let me inside. I could see her little clit, small and pink but begging for attention. Sam's hand slid down and started to rub circles against her clit, pulling and spreading her lips she moved.

"I'm so proud of you, Samantha. My college girl." I said, pushing back inside her. She looked up at me, pulling our lips together as I began thrusting into her. For the next few minutes our universe centered on each other. It felt like coming home finally. It felt right. 

"Cum with me." She urged, in between kisses. I sped up, my cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. I had to keep from using as much force as I wanted to prevent the table from slamming against the wall, but it was enough. I felt her body tense up, shaking as she neared orgasm. She bit back her cries, moaning through closed lips. When she came, she bucked her hips into mine, forcing me inside and pushing me over the edge. I threw my head back and opened my mouth, restraining my own cries of ecstasy. I looked at Sam, who had her head down and was watching as my cock still slowly slid in and out. 

"I could see it pulse and spasm when you came. Each time, I felt your cum shoot inside me. You have no idea how much I love that, Dad." Sam rested her head on my chest, "how much I love you."

Sam slowly lowered her legs, watching as I slid out. A small stream of my cum followed, but she closed her legs tightly to keep it inside. I picked her up off the bench and helped her stand on wobbly legs. She sighed contently as she bent down to pick up her shorts, then stopped when she was eye-level with my slick, semi-hard cock. Without warning, she pulled me into her mouth, cleaning me of our combined juices. I nearly cried out again, as I was still hypersensitive. 

"Not funny." I admonished.

"But delicious." She giggled as she pulled on her shorts and I pulled up my own.

"We gotta remember this." I patted the workbench.

"Mmmhmmm." She agreed, sitting on one of the stools beside the bench to get dressed, "Though I'm gonna need a cushion. My butt hurts!" 

"I think we can manage that." Then I changed the subject, picking up the letter. "I thought you wanted to go to a west coast college. UCLA or someplace similar."

"I did. Before."

"Sam, you don't need to change your plans for me."

"I know I don't need to. I want to. My place is here now, with you." She put her hand on my chest. "And here." She grinned slyly and slid her hand between my legs, pulling a low groan out of me. "And here too."

"Are you sure? About the college I mean?"

"Positive. It's the only place I applied to." She shrugged. "I love you, Dad. I'm not gonna leave you. Not now, not ever."

We were interrupted as the garage door on the other side started to open, causing us both to jump. We watched as our minivan pulled into the bay a short moment later. A quick glance at each other conveyed the unspoken truth that we had been lucky. A few minutes earlier, and it would have been a hell of a scramble. We both started snickering as we realized it, bursting into laughter as we kept on.

"What are you two laughing about?" Brenda asked as the garage door closed

***

The next few months passed in relative normalcy. I would take Sam and Dan to school in the morning and did my best not to flirt with her too much while Dan was in the car. He usually had his nose in a book or his iPad, so he might not have noticed even if Sam stripped naked and rode me in the carpool lane. Still, best not to take the chance. In the afternoon one of her friends would drop her off at my office. The excuse was that she could come to my office after school so that I could make sure she was doing her homework. After all, we didn't want summer school again! Dan usually had some kind of after-school program requiring Brenda or I would pick him up after work.

Sam would stay in my office (or an empty cubicle right outside if I was in a meeting) and finish her homework. Then she'd sit and work on her laptop in the chairs across from my desk, occasionally spreading her legs and giving me a little tease. I admit my productivity after 4pm dropped significantly. There were several nights when we stayed late, closing my office door after most people had gone home. It was risky as hell, but being with her made me feel like a teenager again.

December brought life-changing news. (No, Sam wasn't pregnant!) Brenda's company was bought out by a rival, a much larger national company. She was an auditor in the financial/tax industry and positions like hers were usually the first to go, being consolidated at the new owner's headquarters. For several weeks we all pulled together for support, causing Sam and I to forego some of our alone time and spend it with the family. If it was possible for Brenda to be less interested in sex, this caused it. We drifted further apart, until I felt like we were just two acquaintances who shared a bed. I knew it was depression, but nothing I could do was able to pull her out of it. I suggested going to talk to a professional, but that idea just made her angry. She didn't feel like she needed my or anyone's help. In the end I did the only thing I could for her. Just be there and listen to her when she needed to vent. Still, it was hard hold my tongue when she would snap at me for almost anything.

By January, Brenda's new employers had made their staffing decisions, and it was a mixed blessing. Brenda not only kept her job, but received a promotion. However, it came with a price: travel. Her new position required her to visit the company's many field offices and review their annual audits. And they had offices all over the country. As a family, we all sat down and talked about it.

"How long would you be gone, mom?" Dan asked.

"Each time? Probably most of the week. I'd fly out on Sunday evening, and fly home on Friday afternoon."

"If mom does this," I said, "I'm going to need both of you to step up and help out more around the house." I didn't miss the slight glare Brenda gave me, and I could read it in her eyes. "IF?"

"No problem dad." Sam interjected before a fight broke out, "We're here for you. Right Danny?" He hated being called Danny which only made Sam use it more often.

"Yeah." He grumbled. He and Brenda were close, and I'm sure he felt like he was like losing a friend and a parent at the same time.

"You say that now. But we're going to be a driver down, and Sam? You're going to need pick up the slack. That includes getting Dan to school and bringing him home, as well as some after-school errands."

"I get the car though, right?"

"Yeah... I guess it does," I said hesitantly.

"Deal!"

We talked for a while longer, discussing what duties we would have and how things would change. Eventually we all went into our rooms, and that's when things went a little sideways with Brenda.

"IF?!" she spun on me suddenly, putting me on the defensive.

"I didn't mean it like that." I tried to remain calm, but I had a temper too and I could feel it rising, "I just said that because you haven't said what the hell you were doing one way or the other!"

The tension was thick between us, each one of us needing to say more but not wanting to be the one to start another argument. She finally spoke first. "Maybe this is for the best. I think we need some time apart."

It took a moment for it to sink in.

"You mean..?"

"Yeah. I mean." 

"What about the kids?" 

"Christ, David, I'm not saying we need to get divorced! Just some time away from each other."

"The kids need you." 

She scoffed, "No, they don't. Dan has been doing his own thing for years, now. Sam gets a car out of this, so she's ecstatic." Could she really be so blind as to not see how this was going to affect Dan?

"What about me?" I wasn't sure where I was going with this; it just seemed like the right thing to say.

"Maybe this will be good for you. It's only during the week. I'll be home on the weekend."

We got into bed and I reached over for her. I guess I was thinking that she would open up one last time for me. Instead, she just stiffened and took a sharp breath when I touched her shoulder. I let my hand rest there for a moment, hoping she'd relax and turn towards me. She didn't. Only when I pulled my hand back did she visibly relax. It was at that moment I realized the truth. Our marriage was over. Maybe not legally, but in every way that truly mattered. 

***

That Sunday we took Brenda to the airport for her first trip, hugged goodbye, and watched as she went through security. Sam held my hand reassuringly, squeezing it occasionally as if saying, "I'm here, Dad. We're going to be okay." Dan didn't move until she had passed through security and had walked down the terminal and out of sight. I put my arm around him as we walked back to the car. Sam noticed and trailed a few steps back so Dan and I could talk.

"You okay buddy?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm okay."

"Listen. I know you and mom are closer than we are."

"No, Dad-"

"It's okay, son. I understand how it is. I'm not an idiot, or blind. It's the way things go, sometimes. But I want you to know that I'm here if you need anything. Ever. Sam is too. I know you two don't always get along but she's your sister and she loves you, even if she shows it by throwing things at you." That got a chuckle out of him. "Mom'll call every night, I'm sure. You two will still be able to talk like you normally do. I just don't want you to forget that I'm here, too."




A Father's Love Ch. 03



"I won't. Thanks, dad." He was thoughtful for a moment and then asked, "Are you two getting separated?"

That took me aback. "What makes you think that?"

"I'm not blind either. I know you two have been going through a rough patch lately. I've heard the arguments."

"I didn't know. Dan, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay dad. It happens. If you need to talk, I'm here."

Talk about putting the shoe on the other foot! I looked at my son, who was quickly becoming more of a man every day. I was proud of him for being as strong as he was. He was handling this better than I could have, at his age. 

"Love you, buddy."

"Love you too." I reached over and pulled Sam to us, the three of us holding onto each other in the parking garage.

"People are staring, Dad." Sam mumbled.

"Let them."

The drive home was solemn and quiet. Dan just stared out the window as we left the airport and got onto the freeway. Regardless of his earlier comments, I was a little worried about how he'd handle this adjustment and made a mental note to spend more time with him when I could. Sam and I didn't say much, mostly because we didn't want Dan to feel that we weren't aware of his feelings.

One benefit that Sam and I quickly saw was that our free-time increased exponentially. After dinner, we would all watch TV for a while, then Dan would eventually go to his room to finish his homework or something else. He was a teenage boy and I remember what it was like at that age. I tried to give him privacy whenever he needed it. Sam and I kept from being overly affectionate when he was gone, but Dan was very much a creature of habit and once he was done for the night he rarely came out until the morning. 

That first night was like coming back home after a long and arduous trip. We shut the house down, went into the bedroom, closed the door, and were on each other as soon as the latch when CLICK. Clothes were shed in a matter of seconds and we fell onto the bed, lips locked and arms around each other. I slid down her body, kneeling on the floor and pulling her to the edge of the bed. It had been too long since I had spent quality time exploring her delicate folds, and my need to taste her quickly overtook me. My lips wrapped around her little clitoris, causing her to arch her back and cry out softly. We still had to be quiet but, damn, it was hard! 

I slid two fingers inside her, moving them in and out slowly. Soon my hand was coated in her juice and I watched as it ran between her beautiful cheeks. I smiled as I pressed my thumb against her tight ass, something I hadn't done in a long time. I kept pressing gently as I licked, pushing her legs up with my other hand. When she had pulled her knees up I felt my thumb push inside. From above me, I heard her slowly moan "Fuck!" I alternated my fingers and my thumb, sliding one out while the other in. I could feel them both through the thin walls of her pussy. She started moaning in earnest and her hips were bucking under my mouth. I used my hand inside her to try to try to keep her steady. She convulsed under my tongue, and her whole body clamped down on my fingers and thumb. I really couldn't slide them in or out, so I just tried to spread them apart a little. A second orgasm hit her by surprise, and she cried out louder than I had expected. 

Sam grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it, finally crying out as loud as she wanted. I took my fingers out, slid them around my hard cock, then stood up and quickly pushed into her still quivering pussy. The pillow flew off and her eyes were wide as I quickly filled her and my hips came to rest on hers. 

"Oh shit, that was good," She breathed. "But this is even better!"

"It feels perfect. You feel perfect." I began moving slowly.

"Dad. I wanna try something?" It was as much of a question as a statement

"Oh? What's that baby girl?"

"I wanna try... you know... back there." She looked a little embarrassed. 

"Oh? Oh." I said, realizing what she desired. "Are you sure?"

"Mm-hmm..." She said nodding, a pink hue forming in her cheeks.

I pushed inside her a couple of times. "Are you really sure?" I asked grinning.

"Oooh! Yeah!"

"Okay. Wait here."

We both moaned as I slowly slid out of her. I took a few moments to look down at her, nude and beautiful. Sam just smiled back up at me, running her fingers across her stomach and chest. Quickly, I ducked into the bathroom and began searching the linen closet. A few moments later I found the bottle of baby oil that Brenda kept to help remove her rings when her fingers would swell. I returned to the bedroom to see Sam on her knees, beautiful ass up in the air. She was looking at me over her shoulder and wiggled it at me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Assuming the position." She said as if it were obvious.

"Uh huh, I can see that. I thought you wanted to enjoy your first time, though."

"Okay. I'm confused."

"Well," I walked up to her and massaged her cheeks, "Look at it like this. Up like this, every muscle you have back here is being used. Legs, thighs, abdomen. Too tight." I pressed against her ass, unable to penetrate without using more force. "Roll over, baby girl." Sam rolled onto her back obediently. "Legs up. Knees to your chest. There you go. Now hold them up." 

I was able to see her completely now. Nothing was hidden; she was completely exposed and open to me. 

She smiled up at me. "Enjoying the view?"

"So very much." 

I poured a little oil into my hand and stroked myself with it, making sure I was completely lubricated. I spread the remainder of the oil I spread liberally around her ass. In this position she wasn't nearly as tight and using my finger I was able to get the inside coated as well. As my finger slipped inside her most private of places, she moaned softly. 

"See? Much easier." 

I placed the head of my cock against her ass, pressing gently. I went slowly, watching her constantly to make sure she wasn't in pain. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, breathing deep and fast as I pushed into her. When my head popped in, she let out a gasp, then giggled a little.

"It's filling me up, Dad. Keep going." She whispered. I kept pushing in slowly, bit by bit. I was amazed at how tight she was as her body gripped my cock like a sleeve. She winced a few times, but never stopped whispering, "Keep going," until I was buried completely inside her. 

"You okay?"

"Mmm-hmmm. It's a strange feeling. Good, but really strange."

"Ready for more?" 

"Yeah." 

I began to slowly pump in and out of her as she occasionally squeezed her muscles. Every time she did it sent a shudder through me. Sam put her feet on my shoulders, then reached down with her hand to massage her clit. As soon as she touched herself her body shuddered and I felt her start to orgasm. Waves of muscle spasms rolled through her and, in turn, into me. I had to stop moving and wait for her climax to subside. I wasn't ready to cum just yet. 

I started again, a little faster this time. She started pushing against me in time with my thrusts. Then, closing her eyes, she slid two fingers into her dripping pussy. 

"I can feel your cock, dad." She whispered. 

I could feel the backs of her fingers as we both penetrated her. Her head rolled back and forth as she gave into the sensations between her legs.

"Oh, Daddy!" Sam whispered. "Fuck me, Daddy! Don't stop! Fuck your little girl, Daddy!"

I couldn't hold off any longer, not with those words ringing in my ears. She started to cum again and I was right behind her. I couldn't hold back. Didn't want to either. I pushed as deep as I could into her, shooting my semen deep inside her body. We convulsed against each other as we surrendered to our orgasms. Her ass spasmed around me, squeezing and milking my cock dry.

I withdrew from her and collapsed onto the bed beside her. Her feet hit the floor with a thump and we both lay there panting from our shared exertion. 

"Well!" I said, swallowing. "That was new."

"Uh huh." She managed. "Fucking incredible!"

"So, what now?" I asked, leaning towards her.

"Shower. That," She pointed as my semi-hard dick, "needs washing."

I stood up then helped her stand as well. She did a little shimmy-shake when she did, giggling. 

"My ass feels slippery." She said as she walked past me. 

In the shower Sam took the reins, washing me first. Almost reverently, she soaped and washed my cock, making sure every bit was cleaned. When it was, to her satisfaction, she kissed the tip gently and then smiled up at me. I pulled her up and kissed her, pressing her against the wall. Before we could get too distracted, I pulled back so I could clean her. I spent time on each breast, her back, tummy, legs, ass, and then finally her beautiful pussy. Soaping my hand, I made sure she was cleaned inside and out, slowly gliding my hand along her slit. I stood but kept my hand inside her and on her clit, massaging it in circles. Her moans were short and wavering as I slowly kept my pace. I pressed my forehead to hers, locking eyes with her. 

"Are you gonna cum for me?"

"If you want me to." She breathed. I started massaging faster.

"I do. I love it when you cum for me, baby."

"Won't be long now. Don't stop. Please don't stop!"

Her eyes never left mine as I sped up, my fingers flying across her clit. Her lids started to flutter and her eyes rolled upward as her orgasm overtook her. She started shuddering in my arms as she came, breathing heavily and hard. I slowly stopped rubbing her, letting her calm down. 

"What about you?" she asked when she could.

"I'm good, for now. I grinned, kissing her. "Maybe later." 

We got out of the shower and dried off, then ran into the bed and slid under the covers. As soon as I lay down Sam was curled up against. Her head was on my arm, her arm across my chest, and one of her legs draped over mine. 

"God, I missed this!" Sam sighed as she settled in.

"Hopefully you'll be here more often than not. If you want to be, of course."

"Are you kidding me, Dad? There's nowhere else I belong." She hugged me closer. "This is where I'm meant to be. I know it." 

I leaned over and kissed her gently, my tongue sliding across her lips tenderly. It was a simple kiss, but it carried so much of emotion we felt for one another. 

"You know what's gonna be the worst?" she asked absently.

"Hmm?"

"When SHE comes back." I could almost feel the contempt she had.

"Yeah, but she won't be here for long, and I don't think she'll keep coming back for too much longer."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I sighed, "I'm going to be honest with you. I think she and I are on the path to a divorce."

"Really?" It was impossible to miss the excitement and hope she had.

"Yeah. Not immediately, but I don't see it not happening."

"Wow." She was silent for a few minutes. "Are you okay?"

"I will be. Unless, of course, you decide to go live with her."

"Hmmm." She said thoughtfully, "Planning on kicking me out?"

"Depends. You gonna pay rent?" I smirked at her.

"Pay rent?" She reached down and cupped my balls. "Well, maybe not with money..."

"I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement." We lay there a few minutes as she gently caressed me. 

"So?" I began, "Where did the 'fuck your little girl' bit come from?"

"I actually said that out loud?!" She blushed.

"Yep."

"Well... I've been doing some... research. Browsing sites."

"Oh?" 

"Yeah. You know... Incest sites. Daddy daughter sites. Forums, blogs, etcetera. Lots of fake stuff out there. Hard to find the real stuff."

"Did you?"

"I think so, but while I was looking I read a few things. Watched a few videos."

"Did you watch porn?" I teased.

"Hush."

'Did it make you all hot and bothered?"

"...Maybe."

"Oh it did, didn't it?" I maneuvered a hand to her slit, "It made you all wet here."

"Not as wet as you're making me right now." She breathed in my ear.

"Did you touch yourself?" I asked, slipping a finger in between her pouting wet lips.

"...Maybe." she said again.

"Just maybe? You didn't slip your little fingers into your dripping wet pussy? Didn't feel your delicious clit? Didn't make yourself cum?"

"Oh fuck." She whispered, shuddering as I teased her with both my finger and my words.

With an animalistic cry Sam pulled me back into a kiss, this one brimming with heat and passion. She climbed on top of me, breaking our kiss just long enough to reach over and turn off the light. I was nearly hard already, and when she took me in her hand and guided me to her wet center I had no trouble maintaining a full erection. With a few gentle thrusts, I was completely inside her

"Make love to me tonight, Dad. Make love to me in the morning. Make love to me always." She whispered as she rode atop me. 

"Always, my sweet girl."

She rode me until we were both exhausted and worn out, but very satisfied. After our final, mutual climax she collapsed on top of me and just lay there.

"I'm good here, thanks." She said breathlessly. I let her stay there for a few minutes, enjoying how her body would occasionally twitch around my slowly softening penis. Every time that happened it sent a shudder through me. Eventually I slipped out of her, and we both sighed a little disappointed that it couldn't last longer. 

"Hey." I said. Sam looked up at me. "I love you."

A sleepy smile spread across her face. "I love you too." She slid to my side and curled up against me. "Mmmm... So very much." She finished, closing her eyes. My eyes slowly fell and before I knew it I was out.

***

We both awoke to a racket in the kitchen as Dan scavenged for breakfast. 

"Oh shit!" we both whispered excitedly. This was poor planning on our part! I was pretty sure Dan would not be happy catching us like this. I looked over at the clock. 6:30 AM. I had forgotten to turn on the alarm and now we were kind of stuck here. This was going to be interesting.

"This is your fault." I joked.

"Oh whatever." She giggled. "What're we gonna do?"

"I don't-" I was interrupted by the sound of Dan's footsteps outside my door. Sam's eyes went wide. She bolted out of the bed and streaked into the bathroom. I was amazed at how quiet she was, tiptoes flying across the carpet. She was hiding as Dan knocked on the door and opened it slowly.

"Dad? You okay?"

"Yeah." I said, trying not to laugh at the predicament we were in. "Forgot to set my alarm." "You better hurry up." He grinned while I just shook my head. "Hey, do we have any bagels left?"

"Look in the chest freezer in the garage. Might have some in there." My eyes fell to the floor behind the partially opened door. Sam's discarded clothes lay in a heap just outside of Dan's vision. A few inches more and the door wouldn't open any further. Knowing Dan, he would look at the obstacle and discover her bra and panties. I started thinking of various excuses and explanations and all of them sounded horrible. 

"Okay. I'll check. Thanks." 

Dan turned away, leaving the door partially open. I waited until I heard the door leading to the garage stairs open, then bolted out of bed and pulled Sam out of the bathroom. Buck naked she sprinted past me, poked her head into the hall slowly, then continued her sprint up the stairs taking them two at a time. 

In record time I got a shower and was dressed. I stepped out of the bedroom the same time Sam walked down the stairs. 

"Good morning Dad." She said cheerfully.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" I asked, equally cheerful. 

Dan just shook his head and grumbled, "...morning people," and took a bite of defrosted and toasted bagel.

Sam grinned triumphantly as she took her keys, held them up for display and told Dan to hurry or she was leaving him behind. Dan just gave me a level look, rolled his eyes and strolled slowly after her. I went back into the bedroom, threw Sam's clothes in the hamper and covered them with a towel. I grabbed myself some breakfast before heading into work myself. 

We were going to have to plan this a little better, I thought as I left the house. 

***

"Whatcha doin?" Sam's text read.

"Working. You?"

"N the library. Miss u!"

"Miss you too."

"I didn't get my special breakfast this morn. :("

"Frosted Flakes? :)"

"U no what I mean."

"Yep. That's okay. You can have it for dessert tonight."

"Yay! Luv U, sexy Daddy."

"I love you too, beautiful girl. See you tonight when I get home."

I would miss her coming by after school, but at least I wouldn't have the distraction any more. Just then my phone chirped. It was a picture of Sam's fingers, glistening with a small string of her fluid hanging between them. A second chirp with the words, "Yummy appetizer."

Yep. No distractions at all...

***

With a little planning and forethought, Sam and I were able to stay together at night. Putting the clothes away, keeping some nearby just in case, and of course making sure the alarm was set kept our secret safe. Some mornings we just lay there in each other's arms, daring the sun to rise and separate us. Other mornings we made love, giving ourselves to each other one last time before the day forced us return to the real world. Then we would scramble before Dan would get out of bed. It was oddly kind of fun.

During the week Sam took over many of the duties that Brenda had. She really stepped up and helped take care of the household chores. We all hate laundry but she did what was needed. Many nights I'd come home and dinner would be waiting. I wasn't requiring this of her; she seemed to enjoy doing these things. Her relationship with Dan also improved, at least from my perspective. They stopped sniping at each other over every little thing. They were still brother and sister though, so complete nirvana still eluded them. Dan also seemed to be okay for the most part, though I felt he was throwing himself into his schoolwork a little too much sometimes. I guess it was his way of dealing with things. Still, he helped out around the house as well. Within a few days we had a routine down and life was humming along just fine.

The first Friday that Brenda came home was a tense one. It had only been a week but that routine was in danger of being interrupted. That afternoon we all gathered at the airport and welcomed her home. Dan was showered with hugs, not surprisingly. Sam got a pretty big hug too, and I got a quick hug and a small peck on the cheek.

Driving home everyone was talking about her trip. Brenda didn't get to see much of Seattle as she spent most of the time at the office getting adjusted to the office and the way they did things. Still, she seemed to really enjoy the challenge of it all. We went out for dinner that night, enjoying a meal that no one had to clean up afterwards, then home for the night. Brenda was tired as she had adjusted somewhat to the time difference, but the kids and I weren't quite ready yet. Still, to keep the noise down, we agreed to at least retire to our rooms for the night.

"You gonna be okay?" Sam asked when she and I had a moment alone.

"Yeah. You?"

"Mmhmm." She nodded. "Just gonna miss my daddy tonight." She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too, baby girl. Sleep tight."

Sam climbed the stairs then turned around and blew me a kiss. I blew her one back, wishing I could follow it up and stay with her. With a heavy sigh I turned and headed into the bedroom. Brenda was already in bed, laying the middle reading on her tablet. She looked a little surprised to see me.

"Right." She nodded as the situation sunk in and scooted over to the other side of the bed. I sat on the edge, looking at floor.

"How is this going to work?" I asked quietly. 

"How is what going to work?" she asked exasperatedly.

"You know what I mean. This. This situation. Us."




A Father's Love Ch. 03



"We'll just make the best of it."

"To what point?"

"The kids." She said as if it were obvious.

"The kids?" I asked incredulously. "The kids already know."

"What?!" the anger in her voice rising.

"They know. Hell, Dan had it figured out before we left the damn airport and I told Sam that night." I wisely didn't divulge what was going on when I told her.

"You told her!?"

"Yeah. She's an adult. Hell, they both are."

"Dan's only 17-"

"Please." I interrupted. "Dan hasn't been 17 since he was 13. Besides, they have a right to know what's going on with their parents."

"You should have consulted me first." She said through gritted teeth.

"You weren't here." I said pointedly. "Besides, they're both fine. They're stronger than we give them credit for." We were both quiet for a few minutes after that outburst.

"You three did okay without me, huh?" she finally asked, calmer.

"We did okay." I admitted. "It wasn't easy, but everyone's pulling the extra weight." I took a deep breath. "Listen, neither of us is going to sleep tonight if we're both here. I-I'll go sleep in the guest room or something."

"No." she said, getting out of bed. "I'll go. I really don't feel like I belong here right now anyway." 

Ouch. 

"Brenda," I stopped her. "Whatever is going on between us, the kids want you here. Even if it's just for the weekend. I know you want some time apart, and that's fine. You do whatever you want, but you don't have to leave here. I still want you to come here on the weekend-"

"David. Stop. I just meant I was going to go to the guest room. I wasn't leaving the house."

"Ah. My mistake."

"Mmhmm." She nodded her head as she walked towards the door. "We'll figure this out David. It's just going to take some time." She closed the door behind her.

***

The weekend crawled by and, when her Sunday departure arrived, both Sam and I were very relieved. Dan felt the tension between Brenda and me, and was gracious enough to volunteer to take her to the airport. Sam stayed home with me, and we waved goodbye to her from the garage. It was then a race up the stairs and to the bedroom.

"I've been thinking about this all fucking weekend." She laughed as we fell naked onto the bed.

"Oh?" I grinned. "Tell me what you've been thinking of exactly."

"Oh. You know... Stuff." 

"Just stuff?"

"Like making love you now. All night." She pulled me close and growled in my ear, "I want you inside me now. I need your cum, Daddy. I need you. Now."

She spread her legs apart, showing me her freshly shaved pussy. My fingers caressed her labia, smooth as silk. 

"Here?" I asked, smiling.

"Mmhmm." She shivered under my touch. "Makes me all tingly." That was a new one. I slid down, kissing her pouting lips gently and making her jump slightly. 

"Oooh, Dad." She purred. "Quit teasing." I spread her open, her beautiful pink insides exposed. Her clit was hiding in her folds, glistening with her juices when I found it. 

"You're so wet baby girl. Did I make you this way?"

"Uh huh. You know you did."

"You know how much I love this, baby girl." I slid my tongue up her causing her to gasp in surprise. "Delicious."

My tongue traced circles around her little button, occasionally sliding across. Slowly, I slid a couple of fingers inside her, slowly pushing in and out. I could easily hear how wet she was. Ever other thrust I licked my fingers, tasting her delicious nectar. 

"Oh, Dad! You're gonna make me cum!" Her voice was wavering as she shook. I locked my lips around her clit, sucking it in a little and running my tongue across it. "Oh God!!" she cried out, trusting her hips against my mouth. I sucked harder on her clit. Her moans became louder and she went stiff under me. A moment later she gasped and went limp. 

I crawled up her, my arms keeping me just over her. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me. 

"Fuck me now?" She asked, thrusting her hips up at my engorged cock. "Pretty please?"

"Of course, princess." I whispered as I slowly pushed into her. My thrusts started slow, but picked up in speed quickly. Before long, she was groaning and gasping with each thrust, each time saying "Oh, Daddy." 

"Are you gonna cum, baby girl?" I asked, kissing her forehead. "I want you to."

Sam dug her nails into my back as she came. I didn't stop thrusting into her as she came, but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. 

"I'm close, baby girl."

"Cum in me Daddy. Cum in your baby girl. Give me Daddy's creamy seed." The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable. She wanted it more than anything else in the world, and I was happy to oblige. 

"Daddy's gonna cum, baby girl. Ready?"

"Uh huh." She whimpered. "Fill your little girl, Daddy."

My orgasm hit. It felt like it started in my neck and raced down my spine, out through my cock and into Sam. For a moment, nothing else registered but my release. It was intense and concentrated, and I could feel myself crashing into her over and over, coaxing as much cum out of me as I could. I was vaguely aware of my surroundings as I fell forward, catching myself before collapsing onto her. When I regained my senses I looked down at Sam, who had a slightly embarrassed look on her face again.

"Hi there." I whispered.

"Hey dad." She giggled. "You came."

"Yes I did. Did you feel it?"

"Uh huh. I felt it in here." She squeezed her muscles, and I felt it massage my cock that was still buried inside her. Another shudder went through my body when she did that. I started to pull out, but she stopped me. She just smiled as her hand snaked between us and found her clit. I could feel her fingers massaging, occasionally brushing my slowly softening member. Her breathing became ragged and heavy as her fingers flew against her button. I started flexing my muscles, trying to keep somewhat hard as long as I could. Her other hand played with her breasts, squeezing and massaging one then moving to the other. 

"Make yourself cum, baby girl." I said, enticing her to keep going. A moment later she tensed up and I felt her pussy spasm against me, pushing me out. She writhed underneath me as she came, grinding her pelvis against mine. 

I fell beside her, pulling her against me and cuddling her while she cooled down. I stroked her hair, kissing her neck and ears, reminding her over and over that I was there and not going anywhere. It took a few minutes, but eventually she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Woah." She laughed.

"Yeah. Woah. Did you like it?"

"Did I like it? Are you kidding me? What about you?"

"You know I love it when you cum, baby."

"Not that. What I said earlier. How I said it."

"Mmhmm. You know you can say and do anything you want with me." 

"Yeah, but it's good to know what you like too." She hugged me close, "I love that I can be any way I want with you. Whatever tickles my fancy at the moment."

We lay there for a while longer, cuddling and caressing each other. Dan would be home soon, though, so we eventually got up, took a long and playful shower together, and got dressed. By the time he got home, Sam was on the computer playing a game, I was watching TV, and everything appeared to be just another ordinary day at the house.

*** 

Over the next months, we fell into life. Sam and I found ourselves becoming more and more in the domesticated role. It didn't take long for Sam to take over the 'mom' role in the house and I was more than happy to perform my domestic duty. Dan chipped in around the house whenever we needed him to, often without being asked. We pulled together as a family, and kept the household running.

Brenda seemed to be the one who adjusted the best. She would come back on the weekends, smiling and in a much better mood than I'd seen in a long time. Occasionally she'd seem irritated, but mostly she was very cheerful. Of course, that didn't mean she wanted to spend any time with me, though, and I really didn't push the matter. Still, we maintained an air of civility around each other for the two days each week that she was home. 

Sam's graduation was upon us before we knew it. She strode across the stage, took her diploma, and smiled broadly at us as she walked back to her seat. My baby was out of school and ready to enter college! I was a proud daddy! Brenda looked pretty proud too; it was hard not to be. Even Dan smiled and waved, as Sam's name was called. After the ceremony and speeches, we all gathered outside.

"So where are you off to?" Brenda asked.

"Home I guess." Sam shrugged.

"Home?" Brenda asked, aghast, "But it's your graduation night! You should be out with your friends, having a good time."

"Drinking too much, promiscuous sex, drugs? That kind of good time?" Sam asked, somewhat rhetorically.

"Well, no, not that," Brenda stammered, "but going to parties, at least."

"Since when has that ever been my scene, Mom?"

"It wouldn't hurt to get out once in a while. Not holed up with that computer, all the time!"

"How do you know what I do, when you're not here?"

Dan and I had been standing a few steps back, watching them go back and forth like a tennis match. The past few months, Sam and her mom had been more and more antagonistic toward each other. Brenda and I had an understanding about how we were to behave toward one another, but she and Sam hadn't worked that bit out, yet. As had become my new job, I stepped in between them before it became a screaming match.

"Okay, okay. Enough, both of you. Dan? Wait here with your mom please? Sam and I will get the car."

I waited until we were a safe distance away. "What's going on with you two?" 

"I'm just sick of her using our home as a hotel. She's gone for most of the week then comes in and tries to run our lives."

"You know it's still her house, too, right?"

"We need to fix that." She said, grinning.

"We'll see." I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "But you know she's not entirely wrong about tonight. It's a special night. I wouldn't be hurt or upset if you went out with your friends."

"I know, Dad." She said, stopping by the passenger side door. "I should spend tonight with someone special to me. Someone I love more than anything or anyone else." She put her arms around me and gave me a hug. "That's why I'm spending it with you. My dad. My love."

I hugged her as well, kissing her forehead. "You better stop." I said, "You're gonna make me cry."

"You can cry with me, then." I heard her sniffle, "I've never been happier than I am when I'm with you. I'd rather sit at home and fold laundry with you than go out with them." She nodded toward the school auditorium. That was a bold statement; I knew how much she hated laundry. "They're not my people anymore," she said defiantly. "You are."

We stood there for a moment, holding each other. "Do you remember last summer?" she asked quietly.

"Every day."

"Me too. Do you remember what you said to me at the beginning? That you couldn't give me the life I deserved?"

"Yeah." I whispered quietly.

"You were wrong, you know. I can't think of any other life I'd rather have."

"My sweet baby girl." I kissed her forehead. "Me, either."

I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. She smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss back. 

"Come on," she sighed. "We better go pick up Dan."

"And your mom." I added.

"... I guess..."

We drove home in relative silence, the only sound coming from the radio. Brenda sat beside me, fuming still, but at least she and Sam weren't arguing any more. When I pulled into the garage, Brenda got out of the car and went inside without a word. I just looked over at the kids and shrugged. Dan shrugged back then glanced over at Sam. 

"Congrats, sis." he said, then leaned over and gave her a hug.

"Thanks, Dan," she said, hugging him back. "Come on. Let's get inside and we'll get dinner started."

Dinner wasn't a grand affair; we let Sam choose the men: salmon, baked potatoes, and a salad. Sam, Dan, and I all did something to get the meal on the table like we usually did during the week. Brenda sat at the table and talked with us while we worked, but most of the questions seem to focus on Dan and his various endeavors. That fact wasn't lost on the rest of us.

That night Brenda went up to the guestroom while the rest of us went into our own rooms. I sat on the edge of the bed, ready to turn in myself when my door slowly opened. Sam walked in, shutting and locking the door behind her. She had on another one of my old t-shirts on, and her hard nipples were pushing against the thinning fabric. Under one arm, she was carrying a bundle that looked to be clothing.

"Sam? What are you-"

"I'm staying in here tonight, Dad," she said, jumping onto the bed and wrapping her arms around me, and laying her head on my chest. "I don't care that she's here. I don't care if she walks in on us. Tonight is my night. Tonight is about what I want, and tonight I want you. I want us. I want my dad to make love to me all night." She smiled up at me. "Think you're up for it?"

Whether I was, or not, I was certainly willing to try. I pulled her shirt up and off of her, freeing her beautiful breasts. She wasn't wearing any panties, and my fingers traced down her neck, across her chest, down her tummy, and rested on her mons. I wrapped my other hand around her back and pushed her back onto the bed by kissing her while leaning into her. 

"It's your night, baby girl. You tell me what you want first."

"Use your mouth?" she asked

"Do you want me to lick your pussy, baby?"

"Mmmhmm. Lick my pussy, Dad."

I kissed down her body, nibbling on each nipple as I went down. She squealed a little when I did that. Grinning to myself, I continued down to her already wet lips. I licked down, all the way down, then back up. Sam reached down and spread her lips apart. Her clit was exposed and almost begging me to play with it. How could I resist? I slid a couple of fingers inside while the tip of my tongue teased her clit. I moaned in delight as I tasted her nectar once again. She too moaned, but for a different reason as I gently assaulted her little button. I pumped my fingers in and out of her, getting faster and faster as I sped my tongue across her. Her moans became faster and higher as I felt her orgasm approach. I didn't stop; I went faster. With a final gasp, she climaxed, thrusting her hips against my mouth. 

I stood up, looking down on her as she caught her breath. "What now?" I asked as she smiled up at me.

"Take me." She rolled over, drawing her knees up and raising her ass up in the air. "From behind."

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, sliding the tip of my dick up and down her dripping slit. Sam kept bucking her hips against me, trying to get me to slip inside. "Don't tease me. Just fuck me, Dad! Hard! I need it!" she panted. 

I positioned my shaft at her entrance, grabbed her hips and thrust into her quickly. "Fuck!" she called out, grabbing a pillow and burying her face in it. My hips started thrusting almost on their own, driving my cock in and out of her. The pillow muffled her cries as I took her from behind; the only other sound was the slapping sound my thighs made on her ass. From where I was, I could look down and watch as my cock slid within her. Suddenly I felt her fingers touching my shaft as she massaged herself. Her back arched when she found her clit, rubbing it faster than I was thrusting. Her whole body tensed as she started to cum again. 

"Cum with me, Dad." She begged, "I need to feel you fill me up, again."

I was already close. Unable to hold back anymore, I thrust as deep as I could into her. Our orgasms came at the same time, her pussy clutching at me as I filled her. I held my cries back, but Sam didn't need to; the pillow muffled hers. Spent, we both collapsed on the bed and snuggled against each other.

We turned off the light and caressed each other for several long minutes, kissing continuously. Feeling her young body pressed against mine kept the blood flowing. Before too long, I was getting hard once again. We didn't make love all night long, but we did make love well into the morning hours. 

I woke up to Sam sneaking out the bedroom door. It was 5am; how did she manage to wake up on her own like that without the alarm? I lay back wondering how she would manage getting back up to her room, then realized she wasn't planning on it. I heard the front door open and close, then saw Sam walk past the bedroom and into the kitchen. A moment later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs followed by a blur of Brenda going into the kitchen as well. With the door open, I could hear them clearer than I thought I would.

"Where have you been?" Brenda whispered harshly.

"Shhh." Sam said. "You'll wake Dad."

"I don't care about him-"

"Psshhh." Sam interrupted. "That's for damn sure." 

"What did you say to me, young lady?"

"You heard me. You don't care about dad. Hell, you don't care about any of us. You left. You. Left! You left all of us for your damn job." I couldn't be sure, but it sounded like Sam's words were kind of slurred. "Then you come back here and treat us like another hotel? What, do you think that you can just swoop in whenever you want and run everything?"

"That's enough of-"

"No!" Sam wasn't giving Brenda any quarter. "Then last night you were upset that I wasn't planning to go out. Now you're upset that I did. Make up your mind! Stay or leave, but make up your fucking mind!"

"Now you listen to me--" 

"Why? I'm going to bed."

"Don't you walk away from me!"

"Go! Just go! We don't need you anymore!"

Damn. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Problem was, I wasn't sure who. By the time I got out of bed, I heard two doors upstairs slam shut. Cautiously, I looked up the staircase. Dan was also looking out of his door, saw me, and shook his head. Shrugging, he ducked back into his room. I got the message: "You're on your own, Dad! I value my testicles!"

I climbed the stairs slowly, stopping in front of Sam's door and knocking softly

"Come in." came a cheerful voice. I opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Sam was sitting on her bed reading a magazine, smiling at me when I stepped in.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked

"Had to sell it." She shrugged. "How'd I do?"

"You were faking it?"

"Well... maybe not all of it." She admitted. "Let's say I just turned up the volume."

"I'll say." I sat on her bed beside her. "Are you okay? Anything you want to talk about?"

"I appreciate it, I really do. I guess I'm just tired of having to change our lives every time she comes home." She leaned against me. "I want our lives to be ours. Yours and mine." 

"They will be, one day."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

Sam put her hand on my chest. "My heart."

"Cross your heart." I amended. 

To say the rest of the weekend was tense would be an understatement. Brenda and Sam did their level best to avoid each other. I did my part and played the concerned husband and father, but in the end Brenda called a cab and left for the airport early. Dan and I said our goodbyes; Sam just watched from the doorway and went back inside before the cab left. 

***

Summer came and went more quickly than anyone expected. Brenda continued to come home on the weekends, but every now and then she would call to let us know she had to stay over in whatever town she was in and it would be best if she just stayed there for the weekend. Sam was usually happier those weekends. Dan just seemed to manage as best he could during those days.

Brenda had to forego her yearly pilgrimage to her brother's house because of work. I had projects as well, but I did manage to take a week off for vacation. I rented us a beach house a few miles away from Panama City. I admit it was kind of short notice, but I was a little irritated that Brenda couldn't get away from work. I'm not even sure how hard she tried, to be honest. So, in the end, it was going to be the three of us. I loaded up the van with the kids and we headed for the beach.




A Father's Love Story



A non sexual work of fiction By BigCarl

Edited By DeepBlueC

I can clearly remember the day my daughter came to live with me. It seems like it was only yesterday.

When I got the call from Child Protective Custody Services' and I was told to report to there main office immediately or there would be serious consequences, for me if I didn't. I figured they were going to try and force me to pay child support again.

Oh don't get me wrong. I'd be more than willingly to pay child support if I could just see my daughter and have her spend every other weekend with me like other fathers do. But that was unacceptable to Alexis's parents.

Alexis and I had a lot in common. We were both on the fast track to hell. Because we came from the wrong side of town and our parents were losers.

Her parents were dirty dangerous violent abusive people. They not only dealt drugs, they also used and abused them. For as long as I could remember, Alexis had a reputation as being easy to get into and that was in grammar school.

My Mother was a violent vulgar drunk and her sexual habits were an embarrassment to me. My step father was a wishy washy cowardly drunkard unless he was around me.

I got a reputation as a tough guy because I had to kick the shit out of my step father one night to protect myself from his physical abuse.

All the guys in school kept telling me Alexis was easy and she was interested in me. A couple of the guys told me that the bigger the dick the guy has, the better she liked it!

Well I went out with her to find out and I found out that she was easy. I loved it and so did she. So we went at it ever chance we got. But what the guys didn't tell me was I needed to wear a rubber because Alexis quickly became pregnant.

We were very young when this happened. We were probably too young. So there was nothing we could do. We had to tell our parents about it. That's when the shit hit the fan.

My mother's response was, "So what you got some little whore pregnant. What do you want me to do about it?

My step father went on a freaking titrate about my lack of morals.

Alexis's parents were just as bad. They claimed I took advantage of their innocent virginal daughter. Alexis was able to get welfare but her parents got her check because of her age.

They wouldn't let Alexis and I see each other and they absolutely refused to let me see my daughter. Maybe they thought Alexis and I would run away together and they would lose her welfare check.

For what it's worth, the thought of running away with Alexis did cross my mind. Alexis was my... first love.

My court appointed lawyer told me it would be a huge mistake for us to get married. He also advised me to stay far away from Alexis and her parents, because as he put it her parents are low life, drug addicted scumbags!

I didn't think he though much better of my Mother and step father either but he didn't say anything about them to me.

The next thing I head Alexis, was addicted to dope and turning tricks to support her heroin habit.

As soon as I walked in the door, the social worker, an older heavy set black woman named Mrs. Washington, asked, "Sir are you Earl Smith? And did you have a child with an Alexis Jones?"

I nodded my head as I answered," Yes, "to both of her questions.

Mrs. Washington was looking at me strangely as she asked, "Mr. Smith, how old are you and are you married?"

I said, "Please call me Earl." Then I answered her and said, "I'm 21 years old and I'm not married."

Then she asked, "Earl what do you do for a living?"

I proudly stated, "I drive a trailer truck." 

I didn't tell her I also worked as a bouncer at a local strip club once in a while.

"Do you make a good living driving a trailer truck?" she asked,"

I figured now here it comes she going to ask me about paying child support. But I answered her honestly anyway," Not too bad, I guess."

Mrs. Washington was nodding her head as she said, "Please take a seat Earl." 

She paused for a moment and said," I don't know how to tell you this. I don't even know if you'll care. But I have to inform you, that Alexis Jones died from AIDS."

She was looking at me strangely as she said, "Earl, but that's not all. You're going to have to make a serious life changing choice and you are gonna have to make it now!"

I lifted my forearms off my knees and spread them apart, with my hands open in a what is it jester, as I asked the obvious question with a sigh," What is it?"

"It's regarding your daughter. Her grandparents are unfit to take of her. I personally think they should be taken out and shot but that's just my opinion."

She paused for a moment then she continued, "We've had to take your daughter away from them."

She paused again like she was thinking of what she wanted to say, or how she was going to say it, then she said, "Earl you're her father and you're probably the only chance she has for any kind of a life.

What she really needs is a family but you're all she's got.

If you don't want her, its okay. I'll understand you're very young yourself. But if you're willing to make the sacrifice you can take her home with you now."

Then she asked, "Do you understand me, Earl?"

I was totally dumb founded, and completely confused by what she was telling me, I just nodded my head and replied, "Yeah I think so."

Mrs. Washington said, "Earl your daughter has been severely abused and neglected her whole short life. Because of the abuse she's been forced to endure, she may never totally recover from it."

Again she paused, trying to let her words sink in. Then Mrs. Washington said again," Earl if you don't want her. I'll understand and for better or worse she'll just be another human throw away placed in the foster care system and you can forget about her and go on with your life."

I just sat there, as the memories from my own horrible abusive childhood came flashing through my head. Then I asked," Can I see her?"

The social worked nodded her head up and down as she said," I'll go get her, but she's a mess, Earl, the sight of her may break your heart or sicken you."

Then she got up and went into another room in the back of her office.

She came back quickly with a sniffing raggedly dressed four year old girl in tow. She was the filthiest dirtiest looking child I've ever seen. Her hair was, matted and tangled. She had itchy looking pink spots all over her arms and legs.

Her tears were streaking her dirty cheeks, as she sobbed. She had the saddest looking big red watery brown eyes I've ever seen. I couldn't help myself and I fell in love with her the minute I laid my eyes on her.

The little girl looked up at Mrs. Washington and sobbed as she asked in a soft scared child's voice, "Who's that big man over there?" as she pointed at me.

My heart was breaking as I though to myself, I'll be fucked before I let her go through anymore abuse.

Mrs. Washington was looking in my direction but before she could say anything. I replied," Lauren, I'm your Daddy do want to come home with me?"

Lauren looked up at Mrs. Washington when I said that. Mrs. Washington looked down at Lauren as she said," Honey you can't go back and live with your grandparents. I think you'll be much happier living with your daddy."

Lauren was sobbing as she mumbled," Okay."

Mrs. Washington looked at me and said," You know Earl this isn't going to be easy for you. She's starved for affection and attention and she may never completely recover from her terrible ordeal."

I just nodded my head and said," I'll do the best I can." 

Then I asked," what are those pink spots on her arms and legs?"

Mrs. Washington had tears in her eyes and her voice was choked with emotion as she answered "Those are bug bites."

Mrs. Washington was wiping her eyes and shaking her head as she asked, "Earl Do you have anyone who can help you with her? Because you're going to need all the help you can get."

I just nodded my head again as I said, "Yeah, I have a couple of friends I can count on."

"Good," she replied, now bring her downstairs to the clinic. The doctor is waiting for her."

With that said I put out my hand and Lauren took it and followed me out of the office.

I knew exactly who I was going to call. I wasn't even out the door before I had my cell phone in my hand calling Neil and Shirley. 

Neil and Shirley's condo is directly across the hall from mine. They're the closest thing I ever had to a family.

Neil was in his late fifties. His wife Shirley was my age. If you didn't know them you would think there was something strange about them because of their May December marriage. But they truly loved each other and their two young daughters. They called their little girls Princess Ann and Princess Mary. Their girls call me Uncle Earl.

When I got Neil on the phone I told him about Lauren. He told me I was nuts and I was way too young and too immature to take on that kind of responsibility.

Then he said, "Driver that's what he called me, you're doing the right thing, and I'm proud of you.

Then he told me to come right over after the doctor's visit.

Lauren looked scared half to death as the doctor examined her, she never took her eyes off me. After her brief exam, she jumped off the table and ran over to me and climbed on my lap!

The doctor informed me that Lauren had lice in her hair and to buy a bottle of calamine lotion to help stop her itching and he also recommended a product to get rid of the lice in her hair.

After a quick stop at Walgreens we went home.

Neil, Shirley and the girls were waiting in the parking lot for us. As soon as I pulled in they came running over. Lauren was frightened and clung to me.

But Shirley and the girls worked their magic on her and quickly calmed her down and made her feel at ease. Neil and Shirley were giving me looks of discus and disbelief as we went upstairs.

Neil had a tear in his eye as he said angrily," Driver when you told me how badly she was treated I didn't believe you. I still can't believe it and I can see it with my own two eyes."

Shirley was also watery eyed as she looked back and forth between me and Lauren. She was shaking her head as she put her hand out to Lauren and said, "Come with me, Lauren I'm going to give you a bubble bath and a nice haircut."

Then Shirley asked," Did you ever have a bubble bath?" Lauren didn't answer; she just looked back and forth between me and Shirley. 

Then Shirley took the bag from me and got her hairdressers kit as she said and asked her girls in the same sentence," Princess Ann and Princess Mary love to take bubble baths and get their hair cut, don't you girls" 

The girls just nodded at their Mother.

Lauren was looking at me as if she didn't know what to do. So I nodded my head and smiled as I gave her two thumbs up. I guess she understood because she took Shirley's hand and went into the bathroom with her.

A couple of hours later they all came out of the bathroom. Lauren looked a hundred percent better. Her hair was cut short, she had pink cream on her arms, and she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink tee shirt with Barbie on the front of it. But the clothes were a little too big for her.

She handed Neil a bag and told him to throw it in the dumpster. Then Shirley looked over at me and said, "Earl we have to go to the Mall. Lauren needs everything. "

Then Shirley said, "Come on girls we're going shopping with uncle Earl."

As the five of us headed for the door, I noticed that Neil stayed in his recliner. I asked him if he was coming. He said, "No Earl, I'm kind of tired. You and girls go. I'm gonna take a nap."

I though to myself, but Neil's never tired! 

So I asked Shirley if Neil was alright, she just said," He's been very tired lately because he's having problems with his prostrate."

" Oh "I replied, and said, "I didn't know about that!"

Then Shirley said, "Neil told me his doctor said it's nothing to worry about."

I shrugged my shoulders as I said, "That's good."

We bought everything we though Lauren needed. I even bought her a teddy bear. The five of us had fun together. I never did anything like that when I was kid.

We had lunch in the mall and Lauren had to sit in my lap while we ate.

I guess Shirley could see my confusion about the way Lauren was clinging to me and said, "Earl that's what little girls do, they hang all over their fathers, that's why they're called daddy's little girls!"

I didn't know that. When we got back to the condo Shirley helped me put Laurens stuff away and get her ready for bed!

That was another problem where was she going to sleep! I told Shirley, I'll make up the couch for her to sleep on. Shirley just laughed when I told her that. Then the three of them said good night and went across the hall.

I tucked Lauren and her teddy bear in and kissed her on the forehead. Then I turned off the light and went into my bedroom. I put on a pair of PJ bottoms and crawled into bed.

My head wasn't even on the pillow when I heard Lauren crying. I went to see what was wrong. Lauren had her teddy bear in one arm and she put out her other arm for me to pick her up. As I picked her and her teddy bear up, she stopped crying. I kissed her again and put her back down and covered her and her teddy bear up again.

I wasn't even back in my bedroom when she started crying again. I turned around went back again and she had her little arm around her teddy bear and her other arm was out again for me to pick her up. This time as I tried to put her down she wouldn't let go of my neck!

So I figured maybe she'd go to sleep with me then I could put her back on the couch but it didn't work out that way. 

As soon as we got in bed she cuddled up beside me and put her head on my chest with her teddy bear under her arm and she went right to sleep. 

It was kind of nice having her next to me. So I though to myself screw it and went to sleep with my daughter sleeping next to me.

The end of the first day

There were other problems too, like getting her into pre-school and day care. She was slightly behind the other kids.

But Shirley was always there for us. Her two little princesses took Lauren under their wings. They taught her all the little things she needed to know. So it wasn't long before she caught up with the other kids.

Neil had to have his prostrate removed. He was very tired and weak after his surgery. He spend most of his time in bed or in his recliner. He told me and Shirley to help each other with the girls and to be supportive of one and other. 

So Shirley and I were together almost all the time. When I was on the road she'd pick up the kids and take them to the Beauty Parlor with her.

If I was off I'd pick up the kids and take them to the park or do something with them. Shirley and Neil's little girls started calling me Daddy Earl. Then I had three little girls clinging to me.

My social life turned to shit because I was always too busy with Shirley and the kids. I really didn't care because I loved being with Shirley and the girls.

Shirley's a very attractive woman and she was starting to interest me in a way I knew she shouldn't maybe it because we were always together and we had so much in common.

I could tell by the way Shirley looked at me sometimes that she was thinking the same things about me that I was thinking her. 

But neither one of us would do anything about it because of Neil.

Shirley and Neil were sleeping in different bed rooms because Neil was in so much of pain. 

One night after dinner, Neil called me and Shirley into his room and said to us," I'm dying my prostate cancer has spread throughout my body."

He had tears in his eyes as he said, "Shirley I love you, but I was always too old for you. I can see that you and Earl and the girls belong together."

Shirley was crying as sat on the bed beside her dying husband. I walked over and sat down on the other side of the bed by my best friend and tried not to cry.

Then Neil said," Earl I think of you like the son I never had. I want you to take care my three girls for me. I know you love all three of them and they love you in return. I love your little girl like she was my granddaughter. 

Knowing that the five of you are together. I can go and meet my maker in peace. "

Neil was smiling peacefully as closed his eyes and went to sleep. He died later that night with that peaceful smile still on his face.

Shirley and I married shortly afterwards and we had a baby boy that we named Neil.