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April Homecumming

By: VanillaExtract



- This is an incest tale between a father and daughter. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are always welcome. -

Today is the day my little girl comes home. Most fathers celebrate their daughter's 18th birthday by sending them away to some far-off college. Me, I just wanted my little girl back home with me. I hadn't seen her since she was 14. She always refused visits. Maybe it was pride or anger or resentment. Whatever the reason, all I had were her letters. A father needs more.

"Augustus Cummings?" a correction officer called.

I was jerked out of my thoughts, glancing around the waiting room, plastic blue chairs bolted to the floor and white concrete walls. This place was hell. I stood up and went to the counter.

"Yes?"

"Sign here. She's coming out."

I signed here; I signed there; I signed anywhere this man told me to if it bought my daughter's freedom. He took his clipboard back and then picked up the phone. I was too absorbed in my own thoughts to listen. My heart was hammering. I was going to see my little girl again. I was so nervous. I straightened my tie. I don't know why I dressed up, but it felt wrong to come here in jeans and t-shirt.

Nevertheless, I stared at the white door off to the side of the room, waiting for it to open and an angel to fly through. I was prepared for the worst though. April was always a rebellious girl, with a bitter temper. She ran with a bad crowd when she was younger. Still, it was enough if I could just see her again. Of course, I never expected her to come through the door behind me.

"Daddy?"

I didn't immediately turn around because April never called me "Daddy." It was always "Gus," just to spite me. Still, her sweet voice got my attention quickly enough and I spun on my heel.

"April?"

"Hi," she said.

I was stunned. She had really blossomed. She used to be so thin and pale, dressing in baggy clothes and wearing black makeup. As a father, I know I shouldn't have taken note of my daughter's breasts, but she didn't enter juvenile hall with those, so I wasn't expecting her to walk out with them. They were so... full and firm, with the hint of her nipples hidden behind a white t-shirt.

I ripped my eyes away from her breasts, scanning her hourglass frame. Her hips were pronounced, with meaty thighs and long legs. I forced my eyes to her face instead of her body. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail behind her head, with her bangs falling in her brown eyes. She had really grown into a woman. I hardly recognized her. And she was so tall! I felt the need to point this out to her.

"You're so tall!"

She smiled at me. She smiled! Well, stick a fork in me; I could die a happy man just to get a smile. Then she ran across the small waiting room and crashed into me, her plump breasts mashing into my chest, her lithe arms wrapping around my neck. She hugged me so tightly, I wasn't sure if she was trying to strangle me. I didn't expect this at all.

Then she kissed me. It wasn't a kiss on the cheek either. She kissed me right on the lips, something she had never done before. The kiss didn't last long, just a peck, but I felt every bit of her soft lips against mine. Maybe she had been aiming for my cheek and just missed, but either way it froze me to my core.

"I've missed you so much, Daddy."

"I, I missed you too, April," I stammered. She missed me? I thought she hated me. She rarely even replied my letters. "Did you get my letters?"

"Of course, all of them," she said, taking a deep breath, staring at me and keeping a smile on her face. "Thanks. They really kept me going. I wanted to write back, but postage is so expensive in here."

"Oh. I wish you would've told me. I would've sent money."

"That's okay. Girls have a way of losing money in here."

"I see. Well, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I think I've stayed long enough. You don't know how much I've been looking forward to getting out of here."

"Me too," I said.

April had to sign her own papers, and then she was given a bag with her personal effects. I was still marveling at how much she'd grown. I stared at her back as she leaned over the counter, signing those papers. My eyes kept drifting down to her shapely ass in a pair of tight blue jeans, a perfect broken heart. The way she shifted from foot to foot made her ass sway back and forth. I kept looking away... but my eyes kept coming back. She had grown so much.

"Yay, I'm free!" she cried as she stepped out of juvenile hall. She stuck her arms out Shawshank style and looked up at the blue sky. "Even the air smells better on this side of the fence."

I chuckled and walked on. April caught up, bumping into my side, wrapping herself around my arm.

"Thanks for picking me up, Daddy."

"Well, of course. You didn't think I would?"

"I know you said you would in your letter, but I dunno... I wouldn't pick me up after what I did."

"I'll always pick you up, sweetheart." I opened the door of my pickup truck and held it for her.

"New truck?" she asked.

"Yeah, the old one got crushed by an earth mover."

"Wow, how did that happen, crazy driver?"

"Er, well, I was the one driving the earth mover. Long story. Get in."

She climbed in and I went around to the other side, starting the engine and pulling away from that terrible juvenile hall. I felt like I was aiding in a prisoner escape, and based on my daughter's long sigh, I think she felt the same way.

"Phew," she said. "So what have I missed? Catch me up on your life, Daddy. Are you still working construction?"

"Yup. It pays the bills."

She grinned at me from the passenger side and reached over to grab my bicep. Then her hand ran from my arm to my chest. "I can tell. You're still in great shape."

I laughed nervously. "Thanks, I guess."

She smiled and stared at me. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted over on the bench seat so she was right beside me. She took my arm and once again wrapped herself around it, holding my hand between both of hers. She tucked her feet up under her butt and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I've missed you so much, Daddy."

"I missed you too, baby."

She kissed the back of my hand, but when she brought it back down, she carefully tucked it between her knees. Electricity shot up my arm. What the hell was my hand doing between her knees? But she wasn't done: she adjusted my hand, sliding it even higher up between her thighs. What was going on? I could feel the warmth of her body even through the thick denim of her jeans, the supple nature of her skin underneath. I gently squeezed and stroked my thumb, unsure if it was right or wrong to do so.

"Mmm, my daddy," she whispered and kissed my jaw. Her lips lingered on my skin, and when she pulled away, I felt the wet outline of her kiss. "I love you so much."

Did she just say she loved me? April never said that when she was younger, not even in her letters. "I love you too, baby."

She took a breath. "So, um, can we get a few things out of the way?"

"Sure," I said, but I was still thinking about my hand pinned between her thighs and the way she was caressing my forearm, tickling my arm hair. Was this normal? Had I forgotten how teenaged girls acted with their fathers? My April certainly never acted this way.

"Item number one," she said, looking forward. "How long can I stay at home until I have to move out?"

"Move out? You're welcome to stay as long as you want. But if you want to move out on your own, I understand."

She looked back, smiling again. "I wanna stay forever. I never want to move out."

"Oh? I'm sure you'll meet a guy down the line, get married, all that. But until then, you're always welcome at home."

"Good. But about that meeting a guy thing..." she said, clearing her throat.

"You've already met a man?" I couldn't fathom how that had happened at an all-girls correctional facility, maybe a pen pal. "It's not a correction officer, is it?"

"No. Actually... I'm a lesbian now."

I went off the road. The whole car vibrated to warn me I was on the shoulder and I swerved back into my lane. "A carpet cleaner!?" I cried.

"The mud mat too," April said, biting her lower lip. "Are you grossed out? Did I just get disowned?"

"Uh, no, no, of course not," I said, regaining my composure. I took my hand out from between her thighs, putting it firmly on the wheel. At least I knew there was nothing sexual there after all. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or not. "It's just, I was raised conservative, but, uh, wow, that's your choice. I've already lost you for four years. I'm not going to throw away any more time by telling you how to live your life."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Just... wow. Can I ask what made you switch teams? Why'd you decide to put down the bat and pick up the glove?"

"Well, I've never had a turn at bat, so to speak, but I had some cellmates that taught me a few new, um, plays."

"You're not attracted to men at all now?"

"I dunno. I haven't seen any men in a while."

"Right."

"But I still love you, Daddy!" she said, stretching over and wrapping herself around my arm again. She bent her neck around and kissed me right on the mouth, mashing our closed lips together, wet saliva turning sticky as it met skin. It shocked me and I swerved off the road again.

"C-careful, honey, I can't see the road."

"Aww," she said, kissing my cheek. She began nuzzling her nose into my jaw. "Mmm, you smell so nice, Daddy. I've missed your cologne."

She hugged me from the side again, and then she rested her hand on my knee. She stroked upward, right across my thigh. Lightning shot through my body again. Why was she touching me like this? Should I say something? Did she not realize it was inappropriate to stroke her father's leg like that? And what was wrong with me that it was making my cock twitch. Lord help me!

"So, ahem," I said, "do you want to stop somewhere for anything, clothes, food, whatever?"

"Not right now. I just want to go home and be with my daddy. The rest can wait."

"Home it is," I said.

"Can we order a pizza when we get back?" she asked. "I haven't had pizza in so long."

"Sounds perfect," I said.

April hung on my arm the entire way home, draping herself over me, her hand resting on my thigh, stroking back and forth. I convinced myself it was just her way of showing affection. At least, I hoped that was all it was. But either way, it was a long trip, and it kept my thoughts dirty the whole way.

April's eyes brightened up when I turned down the long dirt driveway to our property. She finally took her hand off my thigh, straightening up to look all round the old farm. The barn was abandoned and the field was overgrown. It hadn't been worked since before my grandfather passed away.

"It's just like I remember," she said.

"It hasn't changed much since I was a boy."

"Am I still forbidden from playing in the barn?"

"You're 18 now, so if you don't care about snakes and rats and rotten wood that could collapse at any moment, you can go anywhere you want."

She giggled and looked at me. "I think I'll stick to the house. It's no fun if I'm allowed to do it."

"You always were a rebellious child," I teased.

"I'm better now," she said. "You'll see."

"You're my little girl, good or bad."

"Thanks, Daddy."

I parked next to the other car in the driveway, a red Jetta. April climbed out and came around the truck, glancing at the car. "Whose car is this?"

"That's my weekend car."

"You bought a Jetta for yourself?"

"Yup. Great mileage."

"Hm, seems kinda girly."

"Hey, this car can pick up chicks."

April giggled. "Maybe I can borrow it then."

"Oh yeah, we can cruise down to the beach and check out girls together."

April hugged me. "I'm glad you're okay with it."

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping you'd come around, but... it's your life."

Inside the house, April looked like she'd found the Chocolate Factory. The living room hadn't changed much in the last few years. An old sectional couch still divided the room in half, with the dining room and kitchen through the archway, and a staircase that led up to the second floor. That's where she stopped, staring at the base of those stairs. 

"The floor looks different."

"Yeah, I put in new hardwood."

"Couldn't get the stain out, huh?"

I didn't answer.

"No ghosts in the house, right?"

"No ghosts. You won't even think about it after a while. I don't."

"You're not the one who did it."

"It was an accident, April. Let's go upstairs."

She marched up the stairs and down the hallway where her room was, stepping inside.

"Wow," she said. "It's exactly like I remember, like, everything." She glanced around the room at the twin-sized bed, the white dresser against the wall, the CRT TV. She knocked her knuckles against the screen. "We didn't even have these old things in juvie."

"I wanted to preserve it for authenticity."

She opened her closet next, spreading open a 14-year-old's wardrobe. "Oh my god, you kept my clothes."

"It was like a shrine," I said, leaning against the wall.

She grinned at me. "Or you're still as lazy as ever."

"Or that."

She pulled out an old soccer jersey, number nine, with her name on the back. "Wow, remember how I used to wear this all the time, even when I didn't have games?"

"You were dedicated."

"I was. Always play to win, right, Daddy?"

I smiled. "I taught you well."

"I wonder if it still fits."

April suddenly grabbed her t-shirt and lifted it up, exposing her toned tummy and little belly button. I had no time to cover my eyes or turn away or jump out the window before I saw her standing there in her white bra.

"Jesus, April!" I cried as I gouged my eyes with my palms. "I'm right here!"

I heard her laugh. "Calm down, Daddy. It's no big deal."

"No big deal?" I shouted into the darkness. "You're my daughter!"

"Okay, okay, sorry. I'm used to undressing in front of other girls all the time."

"Do I look like a girl?"

"You can open your eyes now. I've changed."

I opened them. The first thing I noticed was the soccer jersey was way too small for her. The bigger issue, however, was that while I was blinded, she had also taken off her bra. It was lying on the bed. The jersey was hugging her ample breasts tightly, cupping them and revealing their shape. I could see her nipples poking out against the fabric. She had been topless right in front of me!

"You took off your bra!" I immediately regretted saying that. It was like I had admitted I was staring at her tits.

"I hate wearing bras. They make you in juvie though."

She turned and faced the mirror, looking at herself. She ran her hands up her waist, ribs, and along the sides of her breasts.

"Doesn't fit like it used to, huh?" she said, adjusting her breasts in the shirt.

"No," I said, trying not to stare.

"Well, my tits weren't this big four years ago," she said, cupping her breasts and squeezing them.

"Jesus, April," I said, turning my head.

"What? What'd I do?"

I had to remind myself that my poor daughter had been living under much different conditions. I didn't want to yell at her for behaving in a way that was obviously normal to her. "It's just... nothing. I'm just, uh, I'm not used to having a girl around the house."

"Aw, I'm sorry. I guess I'm forgetting you're not just my daddy; you're a boy too."

She hugged my arm, my elbow sandwiched between her loose tits as she stretched up and kissed my cheek. "Mmm," she mumbled and kissed again. Her nose rubbed against my jaw as she kept kissing, edging toward the corner of my mouth.

"O-okay, honey," I said, pulling free, looking at her tits again, still strangled inside that jersey.

"Daddy, lighten up," she said. "You're gonna have to get used to me living here. You said I could stay forever."

"You're right," I said, looking down.

She smiled, and then she turned her back. She took a few large steps and then jumped onto her bed, bouncing on it, her tits jiggling in her jersey. The material had ridden up, exposing her midriff and the perfect curves that led down to her hips. God, how had I ever had a hand in producing this sexy creature? She patted the mattress.

"Come sit with me for a minute."

"Uh, why?"

"I wanna talk to you. I wanna catch up."

"Well, we can do that downstairs on the sofa, can't we?"

"I do all my talking lying down. It's the only place when you live in a cell." She patted the bed again. "Come on, celly, let's gossip."

I came over and sat on the bed, leaning my back against the headboard. There wasn't much room on the twin-sized mattress, but we didn't need any, because April crawled over, slinging one leg over mine, her knee resting between my thighs, her arm wrapping around my waist, her head lying down on my chest. I stiffened for a moment but then relaxed. This was my daughter, not a stranger. Surely it was all right to hold her in bed. I put my arm around her and stroked her back. It was nice to have my baby girl home.

"It's nice to have you home, baby," I said.

"It's nice to be home with you, Daddy," she said, her hand sliding across my stomach. "You're really hard."

"What? I am not!"

She giggled up at me. "I meant your stomach."

"Oh, er, it's the job."

"Lemme see your chest," she said.

"April..."

She began unbuttoning my shirt. I didn't stop her as she opened it and ran her hand across my abdomen, her little fingers feeling the contours of my muscles. She playfully squeezed my pectorals.

"Wow, my daddy is sexier than ever."

"So says the lesbian," I said.

"Well, just because I like pussy doesn't mean I can't appreciate an attractive guy, even if he is my daddy," she said, winking up at me.

I cleared my throat. I didn't like hearing her say "pussy" like that. Still, I suppose she was just trying to compliment me. "Thanks, sweetheart. You've really blossomed into a beautiful woman too."

"Thanks," she said, pinching my sides and wiggling for her fingers.

I chuckled and squirmed. "Okay, no tickling."

"I'm not tickling," she said, digging her fingers into my ribcage.

I squirmed again. This was uncomfortable, no matter how playful I wanted to pretend it was, feeling her fingers run across my sides and up my chest, her palms crossing my nipples.

"Okay, okay," I said, freeing myself from her hands and climbing off the bed. "We should order that pizza before we starve. I also have a birthday present for you, and cake too."

"Aw, really?" she said, sitting up. "What's my gift?"

"It's a surprise."

April was grinning. "It's the Jetta, isn't it?"

"I'm not telling."

She giggled. "You're such a nice daddy." She came and slipped her hands around my waist, underneath my shirt, her fingers caressing my bare skin. I felt her sharp nails on my lower back as she hugged me. "Thank you. You're making this so much easier than I thought it would be."

"You deserve some easy in your life, April."

She grinned up at me. "You know I don't have a license, right?"

"I'll teach you. You can take the test when you're ready."

"You're the best daddy ever, you know that?"

"You're not so bad yourself, kiddo. I wanna get you back into the world, get you into college, keep you on the right track. You have your whole life ahead of you."

"As long as you're in my life," she said, stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. It surprised me once again, her soft lips touching mine, our mouths parting for each other, like it was completely normal for her. I held her lower lip between mine for a moment, just savoring the kiss. I think I felt her tongue start to come out, but I pulled away before I could be sure.

"Uh, yeah," I said, clearing my throat. "Well, uh, do you want to test drive your car while we wait for the pizza? Or have a slice of cake?"

...Or do anything at all to assuage my guilty lust, I thought.


April Homecumming



She shrugged, lying back down on her bed. "I'm actually really tired. Can we save the cake and the test drive for tomorrow? Let's just stay here and watch TV."

"Of course, sweetie. It's your day. I'll go order."

"Okay. Don't forget what I like, pepperoni and olives!"

"Damn, I thought you would have outgrown the olives."

I left my daughter alone and called the pizza place. I was feeling nervous to go back into her room. She was so affectionate, not like she used to be when she was younger. Juvenile detention had really changed her. She clearly had no sexual motives. I don't think she even realized the way she was acting was inappropriate, which led me to believe she must have had a very informal relationship with the other girls in detention. She had undoubtedly been having casual lesbian sex with someone, maybe several someone's, and her demeanor with me was just an extension of that. I didn't want to come out and say stop though. I was rebuilding my relationship with her, and if we got off on the wrong foot, we may never get back on the right one.

She was flipping through channels when I came back in, still lying on her bed. She smiled at me and patted the space beside her, taking away any other option before it could pop into my head. I sat beside her, and she rested her head on my thigh. She cuddled up with my leg, her ample breasts pressing into my calf. I kept my back straight as my daughter focused on the TV. The quality of the picture was terrible.

"I forgot how many channels there are with cable," she said. "We didn't get to watch much TV, and when we did it was only the news."

"What did you do most of the time?" I asked.

She shrugged; her hand began stroking my knee. "Read mostly, played cards, ate each other out."

"P-pardon?"

She glanced up. "Me and the other girls, we ate each other out. Why do you look so surprised?"

"I, I just, I don't know, didn't expect you to say it like that."

She put her head back down. "Not sure how else to put it."

"Yeah," I said. I didn't like that thought though, picturing April naked on her back, her legs spread open while some girl put her face between her thighs and lapped at her pussy with her tongue. It bothered me... and aroused me. "Didn't the guards stop you?"

"Of course, but it's not like we did it out in the yard."

"Did you have many partners?" I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to ask, but I was curious.

"Not really, but it's kind of an initiation thing, making new girls eat you out."

"Oh. Did you, er, make someone do that to you?"

"No, I didn't have any status. I got passed around a lot, like a bitch."

"Oh my god."

"It's okay, Daddy," she said, smiling up at me. "I started to like it a lot, and now I'm a lesbian, so it worked out."

I gave her a kiss on the forehead to show her I still loved her and accepted her. She titled her head up and stretched her neck, kissing my lips again. I didn't pull away immediately. Maybe I just wanted to see how long it would last before she pulled away, but I definitely wasn't expecting her to feed her tongue into my mouth. As soon as it was there, I licked it. I began kissing my daughter like a woman, our tongues swirling together as our lips opened and closed. I pulled away, swallowing.

"Uh, honey, we, um, we really shouldn't kiss like that."

"Why not? That's how I always kissed girls in juvie."

"I'm starting to figure that out, but you know, it's a little different for us."

"Not for me. I didn't love them. I love you. So shouldn't I kiss you like I love you?"

"Well, I mean..." I paused. What was I going to say, kiss me like a stranger? Maybe she just needed more time before I laid down rules. "Sorry, you can kiss me however is comfortable for you."

"Really?"

"Sure."

"Mmm, then open your mouth. I wanna suck your tongue."

I couldn't believe she just said that! But it was too late to back out now. She had already mashed her lips into mine, hungrier than before. I had given her permission and she took it, sucking my tongue right out of my mouth. I gave in though, flicking my tongue inside her mouth, tasting hers as they touched. She seemed to love licking my tongue, sucking on it, having it in her mouth, and I gave it to her, let her make love to it with her mouth.

This kiss was getting out of control, but I didn't know how to stop it, not just because I had given her permission, but I liked it, loved kissing her like this, sucking on her lips and feeling her nip at me with her teeth. Worst of all, my cock was getting hard. I could feel my pants restraining my shaft as it grew longer and thicker. I couldn't let myself get hard, not from kissing my daughter. I pulled my mouth away and smiled at her. She was smiling back, her lips red and her breath labored.

"You're a good kisser, Daddy, not like the girls in detention."

"I guess boys kiss differently," I offered.

"Yeah," she said.

She settled back in, her head on my chest. Still, I kept myself sitting upright. I didn't want to lie down with her. This already felt uncomfortable, sitting in bed with my 18-year-old daughter who I hadn't seen in four years. She was like a stranger, but so familiar. And she was so touchy, taking every opportunity to run her hands across my chest, hug me, kiss my lips. It's like she had completely forgotten society's rules while in detention. And I thought detention was the place bad kids went to learn them.

"I'm sorry I'm so clingy right now," she said, clinging to my side, nudging her nose into my neck. "I've just missed you so much, and now that we're back together, I don't feel lonely anymore."

"I'm not going anywhere, honey, and neither are you."

"You promise?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

"I promise."

She hugged me tight around the neck. I held her around the hip. The position was awkward with her beside me, but she fixed that. She climbed up and twisted her butt around and dropped right into my lap.

"If you're not gonna lay, I'm gonna sit here," she said.

Maybe there wasn't anything wrong with it. Yeah, nothing wrong with your daughter sitting in your lap... as long as your cock stayed soft. I willed it with my powers of meditation, but what I suddenly realized is I had no powers of meditation. Her ass was pinning my dick in place, crushing it, and it was getting harder and harder... to fight back. I shifted April in my lap, just enough to get her off my cock, hoping it was enough to calm my dick down. She wasn't helping the situation. Her fingers started to rub up and down the back of my neck, into my short hair, holding me in place in case I changed my mind. Then she began kissing my neck.

"Mmm, Daddy."

My body was tingling. I didn't know how to stop her without hurting her feelings. Her lips followed a trail up my jaw. She blatantly licked from my chin to my lower lip, and then sucked my lip right into her mouth. She was moaning as she began kissing me. My daughter, moaning, a sound I never wanted to hear! I could feel the vibrations from her throat traveling through her tongue and into my mouth.

But god help me, I was kissing her back. Maybe I was telling myself if I didn't, I would offend her, but it just felt so good to kiss her like this, all that wet saliva between us, coating our lips as they slipped and slid against each other, our tongues taking turns in each other's mouths. No man alive had the power to stay soft under such circumstances!

My dick kept expanding in my pants, twitching between my legs as it grew in a space that no longer held it. My daughter's petite little ass kept shifting. It was like she knew my cock was hard and she had every intention of grinding against it. I broke the kiss and pushed her off my lap, standing up and keeping my back to her.

"D-did you hear that? The doorbell! The deliveryman must be here! I'll be right back!"

I ran out of the room, charging down the stairs. I bent over at the bottom of the steps, my hands on my knees as my cock throbbed in confusion. It was softening in retreat now, but to think I had gotten so hard! How could I allow myself to be turned on by my daughter kissing me? Was I some kind of deranged pervert to get excited from this? Did she know? I prayed she didn't. I buttoned up my shirt, but I really wanted to pull my hair out.

"Ah!" I said, jumping in surprise when the doorbell actually rang. I hurried to open the door. It was the pizza guy.

"What up, homie? Medium pepperoni and olives? Fifteen bucks. Don't forget the tip."

I gave the little punk a twenty and thought twice about inviting him in to chaperone me and my own daughter, but he left before I could make the offer. I took some time to grab a couple of sodas, plates, and stalled however else I could in the kitchen.

"Daddy?" I heard April call from upstairs. "I'm starving. Is the pizza here?"

"Yeah, baby, I'll be up in a minute!"

I took a deep breath and marched up the stairs. When I walked back in the bedroom, April was under the blanket... most of her. Her jeans were gone and her left leg was out in the open. I could see all the way up her bare thigh where the waistband of her white panties hugged her hip. My eyes followed her leg back down, over her knee and toned calf. Her skin was so smooth, her flesh supple. She was wiggling her little toes to adjust the blanket.

"I got under the covers," she said. "Hope that's okay."

"Did you want me to let you rest? We can heat this up later."

"No. I just wanted to get comfortable. Come on, I'm starved."

I came over and sat on top of the covers, making sure it formed a barrier between us. She sat up, the blankets bunching around her waist. She was still wearing the soccer jersey, her hard nipples fighting a losing battle with the material. I could see her white panties behind her, along with the crack of her ass. She seemed preoccupied with the pizza, fishing out a slice and taking a bite.

"Mmm, pizza! It's been forever."

"I'm glad you like it," I said, picking olives off my slice and putting them on the paper plate in my lap.

"Mine," she said, taking an olive off my plate. Another olive rolled off, tumbling down between my legs. "Oops," she said, and before I could reach for it, her hand dove between my legs. I jerked as the back of her wrist scraped along my cock and balls. She came back with the olive between her fingers. "Got it!"

"Geez, be careful down there," I said.

She giggled, popping the olive into her mouth. "Relax, Daddy, you don't have the equipment I want."

Her attention returned to the TV while she enjoyed her pizza, but I was still fixated on her touching my cock. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? Or was she like a child wielding my gun.

"I gotta pee," she declared, jumping out of bed. My eyes were flashed to her panties. They were common bikini briefs, but they hugged her tight ass with love. Then the jersey slipped down, taking my view.

I took a deep breath while she was gone, slapping myself gently in the face. "Get your shit together, Gus."

When she came back a moment later, I could see a flash of her panties as her legs spread with each step. She jumped back into bed and the jersey rode up again. I saw her panties before the blanket covered them. "Yum. Thanks for the pizza, Daddy."

"Sure. I'll clean up," I said, gathering the box and plates and soda cans, taking them downstairs, stealing a few more minutes to clear my head. Obviously all this sexual tension was just on my end. What a terrible father I was, getting horny and thinking about my own daughter while she was just trying to settle in. I went back up stairs and stopped outside her door. "Well, kiddo, how about I let you get some sleep?"

"What? Nooo," she whined. "It's still early."

"But you're ready for bed."

"I know, but don't leave me yet. Please, I'm not used to being alone. Come on. Stay."

Damn. I guess I wasn't free yet. "All right," I said, coming over and sitting down on the bed.

"Under the covers," she said, lifting her arm to open them. I could see her panties again, forming a perfect V between her closed legs, her feet crossed, her toes scratching each other. My eyes were digging between her fleshy thighs, trying to force them open, trying to rip her panties off so I could see her cunt, see that beautiful slit that would open up to me, so pink and moist and wet and welcoming, asking to be licked and touched and fucked. I dragged my eyes away.

"Uh, baby, I'm not really dressed for bed."

"Just stay until I fall asleep. Please, Daddy, for my birthday?"

I sighed and nodded, climbing under the covers. She sunk into my side, her hand once again rubbing over my chest. Her slender fingers moved in a large circle, catching on the buttons of my shirt, slipping inside for an instant before they left.

"Do you want to take your shirt off?" she asked.

"I'm okay."

"You sure? You'd be more comfortable. It looks stuffy, your pants too."

"I'm fine."

"Well, I think it's cute you dressed up to pick me up," she said, stretching her neck and giving me a kiss on the lips again. She opened and closed her mouth, briefly licking inside. I wanted to grab the back of her head and just kiss her like hell, but really, even if she didn't think this was inappropriate, I knew better. I closed my mouth with a seal and smiled at her. She smiled back and put her head on my chest, her eyes on the TV. Her leg came up and rested between my legs, moving up and down, her smooth skin grinding over the numbness of my pants. I wished I could take them off, wished I could feel our flesh warm each other, but this was my daughter. I felt her knee bump into my cock and I closed my eyes, telling myself it wasn't intentional, until she did it again.

"Careful, kiddo."

"Hm?"

"I'm not a girl, you know? You can't knee me there."

"Oh, did I hurt your cock?"

Why did she have to use that word? Hearing her say it was like an aphrodisiac. "Well, no, but, you know, you shouldn't really, er, make contact with that area. And don't use the word 'cock.'"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't remember you being so uptight."

"I don't remember you being so affectionate."

"I've changed. I was an angry little girl. Now I'm a cheerful big girl."

"I'm glad for that, at least," I said, kissing the top of her head.

The longer we watched TV, the more tired I became. I was used to getting up early for work. Soon, I was nodding off. I put my head back against the headboard and closed my eyes to rest them. I knew I was dreaming then because my dead wife May came striding into my daughter's room, staring at us.

"Look what she's doing to you," May said.

I looked down. April had changed position. She was lying between my legs. Her head was on my thigh, but her hand was resting right on top of my zipper, cupping my cock and balls. She began rubbing her little fingertips along the outline of my shaft. 

"Mmm, Daddy," she whispered. "God, it feels so big."

I watched her through the haze as she stroked along the length of my cock, squeezing it in her small hand. She dragged her nails across it, her fingertips catching on my zipper. My wife was shaking her head at me.

"She's turned into a whore, just as I always told you she would."

I mumbled something and my daughter looked up at me. "Shh, Daddy, go back to sleep. I'm not doing anything wrong." She was gently stroking her palm along the length of my cock, pinching the head between her thumb and finger, testing the bounds of exactly where it lay and end. "God, I want it so bad. I want to feel your cock inside me so bad, Daddy," she whispered. She slid her hand down, tugging at the material on my pants to give her more slack. Then she fondled my balls, cupping them, careful not to squeeze too hard, trying to feel them in her hand. "Mmm, your balls, I wanna suck on them, Daddy. I wanna see you cum."

"You should be ashamed of yourself," May said. "Letting your penis get hard and letting your daughter play with it. Why don't you just wake up and fuck her?"

I grumbled and moaned at the same time.

"Shh, Daddy. Just a goodnight kiss."

My eyes rolled up as I saw her kiss my shaft on top of my pants. She was moaning against my cock as she started licking its length, lapping at it like a puppy laps at a bone, her hand squeezing it as best she could it inside my pants. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, dragging her teeth along the outline of my cock, exhaling warm air that somehow penetrated the fabric. "I'm gonna fuck you, Daddy, if it's the last thing I do."

"Did you hear that, Gus?" my wife asked. "Are you going to let her do that? Stop her!"

I mumbled a response, but my cock was throbbing now, and my daughter was mewing over it, squeezing it hard in her palm, bending it to the side. "Oh, it's moving. Mmm, I want to feel it move inside me."

She began nibbling on the head, chewing as if she could tear through my pants with her teeth. I could feel her entire mouth around the head of my cock. It was so hard now, forced down the leg of my pants.

"Daddy," April whispered, "do you know your little girl is licking your cock? I wish you'd wake up and fuck me."

"Wake up, Gus!" my wife shouted at me.

I jerked awake, looking down. April was asleep between my legs, her head on my thigh. How did she get down there? My cock was rock hard, tenting against pants. Fuck me, I hoped she didn't realize! I started to get up and I realized my phone was buzzing in my pants. As carefully as I could, with my cock aching inside my pants, I lifted April's head off my thigh and placed it on the bed. She rolled over and didn't make a sound.

I limped out of the room hunched over, my cock screaming to get out. As soon as I was in my bedroom, I opened my zipper, reached in, and yanked my long, fat dick out of its confines. It sprung free, pointing straight up, as if it were looking around the room for a hole to fuck. I fell back on my bed and let my cock stand at attention as I looked at my phone.

Three missed calls, all from the same woman. I called back.

"Hello?"

"Hi, June," I said.

"Gus, there you are. I've been calling all night."

"I know I fell asleep."

"What about April? How'd it go?"

"Great. Yeah, she's doing great. Glad to be home, happy, very affectionate."

"That's good."

"Yeah. We had pizza and just watched TV, nothing spectacular. She fell asleep. It was a long drive from the detention center."

"Did she love the Jetta?"

"Yeah. I'll have to tell her you're the one who picked it out."

"Great! So when do I get to meet her?"

"Tomorrow night, dinner."

"Did you tell her about me yet?"

"No. I didn't want to overwhelm her, but I will in the morning."

"I'm really looking forward to meeting her. I know we're going to be good friends."

"You will be. She might even steal you away from me," I said with a dry laugh.

"Pardon?"

"She's a lesbian."

"What?"

"A lesbian. She told me she learned to like women in juvie."

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah. I guess she had a lot of, uh, exposure to it in there, some against her will."

"That's terrible. I didn't think the whole prison-rape thing happened in juvenile detention centers. In fact, I don't think I've ever heard of it. I mean, it's not like real prison where people are in for life."

"I don't know. I'm sure it's not something most people talk about."

"I guess."

"Look, June, I better go. I'm really tired."

"Oh, okay. Call me tomorrow, make sure I'm good to come over."

"Will do."

"See ya then."

"See ya."

I hung up and sighed. Then I wrapped my hand around my stiff cock. I gave it a nice, long stroke. Damn, what a dream, or a nightmare. Either way, it was wrong to think about such a thing. And was it my imagination, or were my pants damp?

I slept uneasy and woke up late, glad it was Sunday. I had a moment of pause before I left my room. I was used to stumbling around the house naked, but I couldn't very well do that anymore. I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, made it to the bathroom, tugged my cock out and took a piss.




April Homecumming



Afterward, I headed back out to the hall. April's door was open but she wasn't in her room. She wasn't downstairs either. Glancing out the window told me the Jetta was still there. I searched the rest of the house, opening the sliding glass door off the kitchen. When I stepped outside, I found her in the pool.

"Hi, Daddy!" she called from the water. "I was beginning to think you were gonna sleep all day."

"So was I," I said. "I see you found the pool."

"Right where I left it," she said. "Jump in with me."

"Sure. I'll have to go upstairs and grab my trunks," I said, trying to peer under the water. What was she wearing? She couldn't have a bathing suit that fit. All I could see were two white straps over her shoulders. "What are you wearing?"

"Panties and a bra. Same thing as a bikini, right? I didn't fit into my old suit. Tits got bigger."

Jesus, "tits?" I guess coarse language came with rehabilitation. "Well, I suppose we'll have to buy you a new one."

"Come on, strip down to your boxers and jump in."

"I've got trunks upstairs, give me ten minutes."

"No, now," she said. "It's an underwear pool party, jump in."

"April," I grumbled. I didn't want to jump into the pool with boxers. Wet cotton was not designed to hide things.

"Please, please, please," she whined, puffing out her lower lip.

I sighed. Oh, what was the harm? "Fine, have it your way."

She whistled as she watched me pull off my shirt. "Foxy, daddy."

"Stop teasing me," I said, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down. My boxers were light gray and very baggy. I could feel my cock swinging against the material. What was I thinking?

"Jump," April coaxed.

I grumbled and then jumped into the pool, the water splashing all around. I surfaced to hear her laughing. Before I wiped my eyes, her arms were around my neck and her body was pressing into mine, her breasts mashing into my chest, her thigh momentarily bumping between my legs. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and grinned at me.

"Let's go to the deep end," she said.

"You mean the six-foot end?"

"When you're five-five, that is the deep end," she said.

She swam away from me and I had a chance to see her ass, covered by soaking wet white cotton panties. They were damn-near transparent. Fuck, what was I doing in this pool with her? I swam after her as she reached the other end, treading water with one hand against the wall.

"Remember what a good swimmer I used to be?" she asked.

"I do. I guess there wasn't a lot of swimming in the detention center."

"Only yard time in the rain," she said.

She pushed off to reach me, once again wrapping her arms around my neck. I nearly slipped and went under as I tried to keep my head above water. My senses were alive as all of this bare skin was touching, hers and mine.

"Whoa there," I said, holding her waist. My hands wanted to grip her ass, but my fatherly instincts kept my lust in check.

"Don't let me drown, Daddy," she said.

Then I felt her legs coil around my waist. She was holding onto me tight, her pelvis right against mine. The close contact jumpstarted my cock and I felt it start to grow between her legs. I was about to push her away when she crushed her lips into mine. It wasn't a peck either. Her lips were hot and wild, the cold water amplifying the sensation, her tongue stretching into my mouth.

I told myself she was just an innocent girl working out her affection for her father, but I couldn't excuse how much I liked it. I began sucking on her tongue and feeding her my own. If my cock wasn't hard before, it was throbbing under her now. I kept kissing her, pushing her back up against the wall. My hands were on her sides, sliding up and down from her hips to her ribs.

I wanted her to stop me, to just push me away and tell me I was taking it too far, but the harder I kissed her, the harder she kissed back. Her hands were running over my back, her nails digging into my shoulder as she held me close. She was sucking so hard on my lower lip it was starting to hurt. I nipped at her and she responded by nipping back. God, I liked it. What was wrong with me? I scraped my lip between her teeth to get away, looking into her eyes to see if I had gone too far, but she licked her lips as if she wanted more.

"Mmm, there you go, Daddy. Finally, you're showing me you love me."

"Honey, you know, it's really not normal to kiss like that."

"Don't start that again," she said, kissing my lips to shut me up.

Well, fine, if she didn't mind, I was going to kiss her how she wanted, and I did. I mashed my lips into hers, sucking on her lower lip. I nipped at her with my teeth and she squeaked and nipped back, moaning into my mouth. This was really getting out of control. I was kissing her like I would a girlfriend. Oh, shit, I had a girlfriend.

I pulled my lips away again, but April kept me close with her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. "Mmm, you're such a good daddy. I was worried you wouldn't love me when I came home."

"You should have known better than that," I said.

"The way you were just kissing me, I do now."

I exhaled. The poor girl really did use kissing as a gauge of affection, didn't she? I gave her a fatherly kiss on the forehead. "You'll always be my little girl."

She used the opportunity to kiss my neck and suck for a moment. "And you'll always be my daddy."

I untangled myself from her legs to try to get away, but she still had her arms around my neck and swung her whole body into mine. Her hip smashed into my cock, crushing it between us. I tried to swim away but she had a hold of me too tight. I could see her eyes start to spread open and she looked down at the water, as if she could see what she felt. 

"Oh my god. Is that what I think it is?"

I pulled free of her arms and backstroked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She started to swim after me; she did not look rusty at all. "Come back here!"

I turned and tried to run through the water, reaching down and grabbing my cock while it was tenting in my soaking wet boxers, trying to flatten it out. April grabbed onto my back. She started to reach around but I shook her off.

"What the heck are you doing?" I said.

"Your cock is hard!"

"My what?" I shouted. "Are you crazy?"

She was laughing, standing on her own now in the three-foot shallow end. I was squatting in the water, but fortunately the blood was draining out of my dick, hiding my shame.

"You were hard, Daddy! I felt it."

"I was not! You're being very inappropriate, April."

"Daddy!" She laughed again. "You are such a pervert. Were you getting turned on from kissing me. You know I'm a lesbian, right?"

"Don't be disgusting, you're my daughter. I'm getting out of the pool."

I climbed the ladder, my cotton boxers, clinging to my butt, wrapping around my cock and balls and outlining them for anyone to see, the mushroom head nearly poking out at the bottom.

"Daddy, come back," April said, climbing out after me, grabbing my wrist.

I turned and my eyes were instantly busy. Her white bra clung to her breasts, making them sheer. I could see the color of her pink nipples, see how hard they were from the cold water. Her panties were worse... or better. They were invisible. I could see her pubic mound, shaved, and in between her legs, I could see the start of her pussy slit before her closed legs blocked my view. It took me a second to realize her eyes were on the outline of my cock.

"Whoa," she said.

"Jesus, April, look at yourself," I said, turning myself to the side. "This is why people don't swim in underwear."

She was laughing again. "What? It's no big deal, Daddy. I just can't believe you were hard!"

"Stop it, I wasn't."

"Yeah, right. Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I don't know what a cock is."

"Look, I'm going inside."

"No," she said, holding my hand. "Sit down. Let the sun dry you. We can talk."

"April..."

"Daddy, relax, it's fine. I think it's cute that you liked kissing me so much."

I turned a glare at her. "You know, I am a man. If I kiss someone like that, even my daughter, there's a reaction. It's not something I can control, but it doesn't mean anything."

She was smiling. "I said it's fine. Sit down."

She sat down before I did, reclining in the beach chair. I looked at her body again, admiring the sheer quality of her panties and bra, trying to get a better peek between her legs. When I felt my cock twitch against my wet boxers, I knew I had to keep myself together. I sat down, reclining and sighing.

"Don't be so embarrassed, Daddy," she said, poking my ribs. "I'm used to showering naked with girls all the time."

"You're not in detention anymore, April, and I'm not one of the girls."

"I know, I just meant I'm not used to being modest. Honestly, the only reason I wore panties and a bra in the pool is so you wouldn't yell at me, but I don't care."

"Okay, okay, fine," I said.

She stretched across the chair and kissed my cheek. "Love you, Daddy."

"Yeah, me too," I said. I still felt embarrassed. I hoped she would drop the subject.

"You know, I can totally see the outline of your cock in your boxers," she said.

I growled at her. "Why are you looking?"

"It's pretty obvious, and it's so fucking big, it's hard to miss."

"Just stop looking or I'm going inside!"

She stuck her tongue out at me and then reclined her head, closing her eyes and soaking up the sun.

I grumbled to myself as I leaned back as well. The whole thing was humiliating. I needed to change the subject. "By the way, I need to talk about something."

"Yes, Daddy-dearest?" she said, her eyes still closed.

"I invited someone over tonight for dinner, a woman. I'd like you to meet her."

April opened her eyes and smirked at me. "Daddy, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Well...sort of."

"Really? That's so cute!" she said, chuckling. "I'm so happy for you! And here I thought you were all lonely and miserable by yourself! This is great news."

"Wait, you're happy?"

"Well of course I am!" she said, sitting up. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I, I don't know. Well, that's great. So you'd like to meet her?"

"Of course I would!" April said. "What's her name? Tell me about her. How'd you meet?"

"Her name is June. We met while I was doing a construction job at her office building almost a year ago."

"Wow, that long? Have you had sex?"

I think I blushed. "Uh, haha, I'm not talking about that."

"Come on, tell me," she whined. "I'm curious."

"You're very casual when it comes to talking about sex, aren't you?"

"We talked about it all the time in detention. So have you fucked her?"

"April! Don't use that word. And it's really none of your business."

"If it's none of my business, why are you inviting her over to meet me?"

"I meant the sex part isn't your business. She's very... shy is all."

"Mmmhmm. Are you gonna marry her?"

"It's way too early to think about that. But whatever happens, I don't want you to think I'm trying to replace your mother."

"I know, Daddy. I'm sure June and I will become great friends."

April and I returned to basking in the sun. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, April climbed off her chair and crawled between my legs. She was on her knees as I looked down at her.

"What are you doing?"

She held up a bottle of sunscreen. "Save me from the sun, Daddy?"

Oh god, it was the sexy sunscreen scenario! I had seen how this turned out way too times before to fall for it. "Kiddo, maybe you'd better put on your own sunscreen."

"Why?" she pouted.

"It's just... I really don't... I'm a man."

She rolled her eyes. "You're a child is what you are. It's just sunscreen. It's not like I'm going to ask you to rub it all over my tits and my pussy or something." She turned around and sat firmly down between my legs, her ass grinding into my cock, pinching it between my thigh and her back. "Now, lotion me please."

"Fine," I said, "but can you please not use words like 'tits' and 'pussy' around me?"

I sat up, pulling myself away so my cock wouldn't touch her, even if a pair of wet boxer shorts protected me. I took the lotion and squirted it into in my hand. I started on her shoulders, working the lotion into her skin. She titled her neck to the side and moved her hair out of the way. I allowed my hands to explore her neck. I rubbed it, massaging her collarbone. She exhaled.

"Mmm, that feels good, Daddy..."

I knew it was wrong, but rubbing my daughter's skin with slippery lotion just made me think of sex. I let my mind wander, making imaginary excuses how I had to apply the lotion under her white bra, under her white panties, right inside her cunt, and only my cock could spread it evenly. In my mind, I was ramming my fat dick in and out of her little pussy, holding her down right here on this beach chair while she screamed in pleasure.

"Mmm, Daddy, more," she said.

April scooted back and once again pinched my hardening cock in place with her lower back.

"Careful!" I said, pushing her back.

"What?" she said, turning her neck. "Is your cock hard again? Jesus, Daddy!"

"Of course it's not!" I said. "And don't use that word."

"What word, cock? Well, I felt something back there."

"You're imagining things," I said. "And you must have a pretty filthy mind to be imagining that."

"Hey, I'm a lesbian," she reminded me. "That's the last thing I want to imagine."

I handed her the sunscreen. "Here, you're done."

She turned around on her knees between my legs. The length of my shaft was still outlined in my wet boxers, just lying there obscenely against my thigh, the fabric clinging to it. I saw her eyes jump to it for a moment. Me, I was trying to keep my eyes off her nipples poking against her white bra, the color of her areolas open to my eyes through the wet fabric.

"The front?" she said.

"What?" I said.

"Kidding!" she teased, squirting some sunscreen in her hands and lotioning her chest and neck. I watched her for a moment, those slippery fingers dipping into her cleavage to spread the sunscreen, her hands running up and down her tummy. "Here, put some on your chest too."

"I'm good."

"Come on, you'll burn."

"I like pain," I said.

"Daddy," she pouted. "If you're going to be stubborn, I'll do it myself."

She squirted some sunscreen into her hand, and before I could object, her hands came down on my chest. She began rubbing in large circles, her palms crossing my pectorals, slipping right across my nipples and under my arms, down my sides, rubbing my skin. 

"April..."

"I'm not gonna let you get sunburn. Stop being silly."

She was humming while she worked. I had to admit, I liked it how it felt to have her touch me. My mind was back to making up scenarios, this time having her stroke my cock with slippery sunscreen, my cum exploding all over her face and chest. I kept glancing at her closed legs where those wet panties were drying and hiding her pubic mound. I wanted to see her cunt so bad, see her lying spread eagle. My own daughter! Fuck, what was wrong with me?

I blamed the system for this, for taking my daughter away from me for so long she came back a woman. I had no time to adjust to her while she was growing up, get used to not wanting this hot young girl who was rubbing lotion all over my body.

Her hands reached the waistline of my boxer shorts. I knew what she was looking at too, the outline of my cock. I didn't even realize it was growing longer and harder again, lifting up my shorts while my mind abused my daughter's virgin body.

"You know, Daddy," she said, her hands keeping busy on my stomach, going over the same area again and again, "I was kinda nervous to tell you I was a lesbian. I thought you might, I dunno, disown me or something."

"I'd never do that," I said, glancing down at my cock, trying to will it to soften. It throbbed and I knew my daughter must have seen it. God, what was I going to say?

"In detention," April continued as if my cock had not just flexed before her eyes, "this girl told me when she told her father she was a lesbian, he raped her. I guess he wanted to turn her straight or something. He kept at her for years. She killed him eventually."

"Oh my god. You know I'd never do something that, don't you?" I said, glancing down at my cock. It stopped growing as it guiltily listened to my daughter's story, but it began to harden again when April started to spread lotion over my knees and up my thighs.

"I know, Daddy," she said. "But sometimes I wonder if I'm really a lesbian. I mean, how do I know until I have sex with a real boy, right?"

"That's a good point," I said, watching my daughter's hands inch toward the bottom of my boxers.

April looked up at me, right in the eyes. "I really don't think it would matter, but I want to at least see a cock once, live-in-person, you know?"

"There's, um, clubs for that, I think," I said.

"Well, I don't mean just see," she said, looking back down. I knew her eyes were on it now. She wasn't even massaging the sunscreen in anymore. Her fingers were just waiting near my boxers, like she wanted to tear them of and feast her eyes on my fat cock meat. "I want to touch one, feel it in my hand, look straight at it, smell it."

"Honey, I don't think we should really talk about this."

"Daddy, I'm not blind, you know?"

My cock flexed as if to challenge her statement. I decided not to insult her intelligence. "Look, you're rubbing me with lotion. It's a reaction. I'm embarrassed enough already."

"I know," she said, glancing up. "But I wanna see it."

"Jesus, April..."

"I just want to see if it makes me feel anything. I mean, I didn't get turned on when you were rubbing me with lotion. So, maybe if I see a real cock, I'll know for certain."

What kind of daughter asks something like that of her father? "April, I can't. It's really inappropriate."

"Please, Daddy? Don't you want to fix me, if I can be fixed?"

I did want to fix her. Being a lesbian went against everything I was raised to believe in, and if flashing my cock for a couple of minutes made her rethink her life style, what harm was there? Besides, she could practically see the thing already in these wet boxers.

"Okay."

She perked up. "Seriously?"

"Just for a minute," I said. "And just looking, no touching."

"Okay," she said, nodding. "Show me."

I reached down, feeling very embarrassed as I unbuttoned the fly of my boxers. I couldn't believe I was really going to expose myself like this to my daughter, but I slid my hand inside, took a firm hold of my cock, and pulled it right out into the morning sun. It was long and getting longer over the excitement of a beautiful young girl looking at it, my daughter of all people. As I took my hand away, it flopped back onto my belly.

My daughter's eyes were wide while her mouth hung open. She had been holding her breath. When she said, "Wow," it came out as a pant. She gulped as she looked my cock up and down, the mushroom head fat and wide, the piss slit red. She began nibbling on her lower lip as it started to stand up straighter, the veins along the shaft pulsing.

"It's getting harder," she noted.

"It happens," I said.

"How big is it gonna get?" she asked.

"About nine inches."

"What about your balls?"

"They're at the bottom," I said.

"I can't see them with your boxers on."

"Do you want to see them?"

"Yeah. Can you show me those too?"

"All right," I said.

I reached for my boxers and pushed them down. My long, fat cock was bent downwards until it reached tension and snapped back as my boxers came off. I settled back in the chair, my cock sticking up like a steel pole and my fleshy ballsack hanging between my legs, shifting in their pouch.

"Okay, so, you've seen it..." I said.




April Homecumming



"Cocks look bigger in real life than the ones I saw drawings of."

"Is it, um, doing anything for you?"

"You mean turning me straight?" she asked. "I don't think so. It's kinda scaring me. Having something that big force its way through my little pussy would hurt like hell."

I chuckled. "Do you have a little pussy?" I regretted it the moment I said it. That was not the kind of question you asked your daughter.

"Do you wanna see?" she asked, taking her eyes off my cock for a moment.

"No," I answered immediately. "I was just... I don't know. Anyway, uh, done with show and tell?"

"No, not yet," she said, looking back down. "Why's it keep throbbing?"

"Because it's very hard, and when it's very hard, the only thing it wants to do is... do what it does."

"You mean fuck?"

I sighed. "Yeah."

"And it leaks?" she said, pointing at the tip. There was a drop of pre-cum oozing from the mushroom head. Fuck, I was really horny.

"Yes."

"What does your cock feel like?" she asked.

"Uh, it's hard to describe."

"Does it feel like wood?" she asked, glancing from my eyes to my throbbing cock. She looked so curious and intrigued, like a kitten with a mouse. "Everyone says that guys 'get wood.' Is that what it feels like?"

"Sort of."

My cock throbbed again and April bit her lip.

"I wanna touch it. Can I, Daddy?"

"April, come on. That's enough."

"I'm so curious. Just a quick squeeze and I'll let go. I have to know or I'll always wonder."

I grumbled. Fuck, I should have ended this before it began, but my cock really was throbbing, begging for attention, anything for relief, and having my daughter's cute little hands on it would feel incredible.

"Just for a minute," I said, "...or two"

"Okay," she promised, her hands immediately reaching for my cock.

I watched as her little fingers coiled around my shaft, cradling it. She couldn't quite touch finger to thumb, but she held that fat cock in her hand like it was a delicate instrument. Then I felt her squeeze and I almost moaned. She giggled.

"Wow, it feels so strange. It's like... hard inside, soft on the outside." She squeezed again and my cock flexed in her hand. "It's got a mind of its own, huh?"

"You don't know the half of it."

Her thumb crossed the slit on my mushroom head, smearing the precum and sending a shiver of intense pleasure up my spine.

"Ah, baby, careful," I said.

"That's the sensitive part?"

"Yes."

"That's like the boy clit, I guess, huh? Does it feel good when a girl licks it?"

"Yes, it does. Okay, honey, let go now."

"No, let me play with it for a minute."

Her hand moved down my shaft, stroking it as she squeezed. Then she tugged back up. Her other hand came down and cupped my balls, gently squeezing and kneading them in her hand.

"Ah, baby, come on."

"I'm curious," she said. "Let me just figure out how this big fat cock works."

"This just feels really wrong."

"It's not. You're just teaching your daughter. Can I smell it now?"

"You want to smell it too?"

"Yeah. I know how pussy smells and I like it, so maybe I'll like the smell of cock better."

She didn't wait for an answer as her head dipped down. I watched her face as her nose came up to the head of my cock. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, taking my musky scent into her lungs. She took another sniff a second later, absorbing it and letting out what sounded like a quiet little moan.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I dunno yet," she said.

Her nose touched my cock this time, bumping along the shaft as she sniffed. She kept my shaft in her hand and very slowly and gently stroked it up and down while her face stayed on the other side, breathing in and out. She turned her head to the side, brushing her lips right along the side, rubbing that fat cock right across her face. That was too far for me.

"Ah, okay, April," I said, pulling away and standing up, yanking my boxers back into place. "I think that's enough."

"Aw, daddy..."

"I better get in before I get burned."

"By me or by the sun?"

I rolled my eyes and left her by the pool. It was awkward the rest of the day, for me, at least. April didn't seem to be bothered by nearly sucking her father's cock, but her mouth had touched it for god's sake, and it didn't faze her. I would have thought cocks were few and far between in an all-girls' juvenile detention center. The whole situation felt odd to me. I had no intention of bringing it up again.

After lunch, I took April out to the department store. She needed clothes. In fact, the more clothes she had, the better. Maybe this whole thing was just a phase she had to work through to act properly.

June came over for dinner promptly at 7:00 p.m. She was dressed in a blue skirt with a blue blouse. She looked like she was trying to impress someone, and I didn't think it was me. April was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, both very tight on her, despite being purchased just hours ago. Damn, how was I ever going to survive while she was dressing sexy all the time?

"Hi, April. It's so nice to meet you," June said.

"You too," April said. "My dad has told me all about you."

"All of it good, I hope!"

April smirked but didn't answer.

"Well, I brought groceries," June announced, holding up a brown paper bag.

I took it from her. "You didn't have to do that. I told you I had plenty of food."

"Nonsense. A woman needs proper ingredients. I'm still working my way to your heart through your stomach."

We chuckled, and April, after a moment, let out a little laugh. "Are you a good cock, I mean, cook, June?"

"Um, I try. Are you?"

"Oh, no, I'm no good with a cock," April said, giggling.

"April," I said, glaring at her before looking at June. "She's kidding."

June faked another laugh. "Well..."

"Actually, we had a lot of practice in juvenile detention," April said. "With cooking I mean, not cocks."

June swallowed. "Oh."

I put my hand on my forehead. "Jesus, April. Can you please not use that word?"

"Sorry, Daddy," April said.

June cleared her throat again. "Well, um, it must be nice to be, you know, out of that place."

"Yup, I love my freedom," April said. "Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize it."

I laughed nervously and June smile.

"Well, why don't my two favorite ladies get acquainted in the kitchen?" I said. "You can cook together while I relax."

They seemed to smile at each other as they disappeared through the archway. I, however, stayed nearby, anxious to hear their conversation. I really did want them to get along.

"Your father has told me all about you too, of course," June said as she was chopping carrots.

"He never mentioned you until this morning, never in any of his letters."

"Oh. Well, we've only recently started dating, I suppose."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it. Are you two fucking?"

I nearly fell over. Did I hear that right? Did my daughter just ask my girlfriend if we were "fucking?" I wanted to run right into the kitchen and tell her she was not allowed to ask things like that, and she was grounded too, but I wasn't supposed to be eavesdropping.

"I, I, I," June stammered, "no, I mean, pardon, that's... really not... I, we're still getting to know each other and I don't think that's really appropriate to talk about."

"So you haven't fucked him?" April said. "Why not?"

I couldn't breathe! What the hell was wrong with my daughter?! Who had conversations like these with perfect strangers? I thought they'd talk about current events, the town, the fucking weather!

"Look, I really don't feel comfortable talking about this," June said, clearly agitated. I was too.

"Why not? I think you should. Like, how old are you, 35, 40? You're kinda too old to play hard to get, aren't you?"

"Excuse me? I happen to have values. I don't sleep around."

"Spreading your legs is probably a faster way to a man's heart than cooking, I'm just saying."

"And how would you know anything about a man? Your father said you're a lesbian."

Oh my god, this was not going well, not at all. Shit! Should I go in there and break them up?

"You know, you're kinda pretty," April said. "Are you into 18-year-old girls?"

"What, of course not!"

"Why, you think it's wrong to like girls?"

"With all due respect, yes, I do."

"I wonder how my father would feel if he heard you say that."

June scoffed. "You father and I have had a long talk about our values, and homosexuality is not something he approves of, and I'll tell you something right now, if you were my daughter, you wouldn't live under my roof."

"Oh really? Well, it's a good thing I'm not your daughter, because you know what happened my last mother? I pushed her down the stairs and broke her fucking neck. So maybe you'd better think twice about working your way to my father's heart, because the only thing you'll find when you get there is me."

I was stunned into silence. I couldn't believe April said that, to talk about her mother, May, my wife's death. And that had been an accident, no matter what the police or the prosecutor or anyone else said.

"I think you're a sick little girl, and I think you need help," June said.

"It's too bad you haven't fucked my father," April said. "He has a really nice cock. Do you like big cocks? His is perfect. If I wasn't into girls, I'd be bouncing on that thing all night long. You should ask him to show it to you. I did and he was happy to let me play with it."

June gasped.

I ran into the kitchen. "That's not true!"

"Daddy?" April said. "We're you spying?"

"Gus, your daughter is saying the most disgusting things!" June said.

"I am not," April said. "It's the truth. Daddy, tell her how you let me play with your cock this morning."

"April!"

"Is that true?" June said in disbelief. "You... exposed yourself to her?"

I stammered as I tried to think of an excuse. "I, I, well, no, not exposed... not really. I... I was just, we were sharing sunscreen, and she asked---"

"Oh my god, sunscreen!" June cried. "You disgusting pig! That's your daughter!"

"I was trying to turn her straight!"

June ran past me, gathering her purse and keys.

"Wait, please, June, let me explain!" I said.

"I can't believe I thought you might be the one. You vile pervert, don't ever call me again!"

She slammed the door on her way out.

"Well," April spoke up from the kitchen archway, holding a carrot in her hand, "you know what they say, too many cooks in the kitchen."

She stuck that carrot between her lips and began sucking on it like a cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth.

I was furious with her. "What the hell were you thinking?"

She bit the carrot in half. "She looked like she was heavy on the salt anyway. Too much salt ruins a dish."

"Why the fuck did you tell her about seeing my dick!?" I shouted. 

"Daddy, don't be mad. She was a stuck-up cock tease. I can't believe she strung you along for almost a year without pussy. You can do better, trust me."

"April... I am so humiliated. I can't believe you told her about this morning. And what you said about your mother, you should be ashamed."

April folded her arms. "Daddy, I have to live with what I did; you don't. I deal with it by talking about it."

"And threatening someone else with it?"

"I was joking. I joke so I doesn't hurt so much."

My daughter's eyes were getting glossy, but I was so angry with her, I couldn't see straight. I shook my head and marched up the stairs. I closed my door softly, didn't slam it. I wanted to show her how disappointed I was with her. I couldn't believe she had just ruined a year-long relationship in the matter of ten minutes.

I called June immediately but I only got her voicemail. I left a message pleading for a second chance, but I knew it would fall on deaf ears. Afterward I lied back in bed and put a pillow over my head, feeling my warm breath suffocating me.

April knocked a little while later, talking through the door. "I finished making dinner. Wanna come down?"

"Leave me alone," I said to the pillow.

I heard the door open and April's voice became clearer. "Daddy?"

I didn't answer.

"Daddy?" she repeated. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm a shitty daughter, I know that. I mean, I've always been a bad daughter. I thought I could change, but when I get angry, you know me, I just say whatever's on my mind and do whatever I want. So, fine, I didn't like that woman. I don't think she's right for you."

I lifted my head out from under the pillow, sitting up. "And just who do you think is right for me, April? I'm 39 years old. I don't want to spend the rest of my life dating women. All I ever wanted was a happy marriage and a happy family."

"And you think I took that away from you when Mom died?"

"I didn't say that," I said. "June may have been a bit shy, but I think we could have had a good life together."

"Daddy, you wouldn't have been happy with her. I could see it. She wouldn't... satisfy you."

"How could you know what would satisfy me?"

"Because a very thin wall separates our rooms, and I grew up hearing mom say no to you. She was never in the mood to fuck, and this new bitch was exactly the same."

I sat stunned for a moment. My anger and embarrassment were stronger than ever. To think my daughter knew that sort of thing about my sex life. I climbed up from the bed and came over to the door.

"Young lady, my sex life is none of your business. Just because I'm happy you're home doesn't mean you're free from of all rule and responsibility. You disrespected me tonight, and you ruined my relationship with June. I have half a mind to bend you over my knee and spank your ass for acting the way you did."

April lowered her head in shame. "You're right, Daddy. I promised myself I was done being rebellious and I was gonna change, but I was a very bad, and I deserve to be punished. I deserve a spanking."

She walked into my room and passed me. I watched her as she unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them. She hooked her thumbs at the waistline and pushed her pants down her thighs, right along with her panties. Her bare ass was right before my eyes. She looked over her shoulder.

"Where do you want me?"

"Jesus, April!" I said, turning my head and lifting my hand to block my view. "You didn't have to pull your pants down!"

"No, Daddy, you're right. I wanna be punished. I deserve it. I don't want to be a bad girl like I used to be. I want to be a good girl. If you have to spank me so I'll be good, then spank me."

She climbed on my bed and then bent right over, perched on all fours. She wasn't looking back anymore, just staring at the wall while I stared at her backside. It was her pussy that held my attention though. I could see her slit surrounded by bald, puffy, cunt lips pinched between her thighs. My cock gave an involuntary jerk inside my pants. I approached her, staring at that little pussy of hers, so pink, her hole a dark shadow inviting my cock to light the way into her tunnel. Fuck, I could tell from here how tight she was, untouched by man, ravaged by women.

She glanced over her shoulder again. "Just not too hard, Daddy."

If I had been a good father, I would have told her to pull her pants up and go to her room. But I wasn't a good father, because I just wanted to stare at that pretty little pussy, winking at me as she shifted her thighs, her jeans keeping her legs pinned together. Her little bare feet were wiggling and her toes were crunching as she nervously waited for me to act.

"I hate that you're making me punish you," I said, standing directly behind her, staring down at her ass.

"I know, Daddy. This will make me better though."

I laid my hand down on her ass cheek. She didn't move. I left it there, my fingers caressing her soft skin. She glanced back at me, giving me her pouty lips.

"Do it, Daddy. I deserve it."

I lifted my hand up and swatted down fast. She yelped as my hand connected, her flesh rippling from the impact, a white outline where it struck. I licked my lips as I looked down. April simpered.

"N-not so hard, Daddy."

I slapped her ass again even harder and she yelped, her ass clenching. "Don't tell me how to punish you."

"Y-yes, Daddy."

I pulled my hand back and let it fly again, spanking her across both her ass cheeks. Her whole body lurched forward and she reached around to grab her butt. "Ow, fuck! Daddy!"

I grabbed her wrist and threw her hand aside. I was horny and angry at the same time. I did want to punish her... punish her for making me lust after her like this. "You're a very bad girl!"

I slapped her ass again and she cringed, sinking further down into the bed. She bit down on the bedspread and coiled her fingers around it as the next slap landed. Her skin was brightening up, turning scarlet. I wanted both cheeks to match, so I slapped the other. April kept whimpering and cringing every time my hand came down.

I couldn't see her little pussy anymore. She had sunk so far down into the bed, she was nearly on her stomach, her cunt hidden between her thighs. It annoyed me. I wanted to slap that pussy, but I settled for spanking her ass rosy red.

"Daddy!" April cried, looking back at me, her eyes glossy and her tears ready to fall. "I've learned my lesson! Please!"

I growled at her and slapped down on her ass again. She cried out and her tears came down her face. I raised my hand again, but then lowered it slowly.

"Damn it, April. I don't like to punish you, but I have to."

She sniveled and nodded. "I know, Daddy."

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes! I am. I'm so sorry."

I nodded, taking a breath. "All right. It's over."

She wiped her nose with a sniffle. "C-can I have a hug?"

I sat down on the bed, glancing at her reddened ass. She climbed up on her knees and I saw a flash of her bare pubic mound before she fell into me, hugging me around the neck, simpering and crying into my shoulder. I leaned back against her weight and held her, rubbing her back up and down.

"There, there, sweetheart. It's over now."

"You forgive me?" she sniveled in my ear.

"Yes, I forgive you," I said with an exhale. "June and I probably wouldn't have been happy together, but it's just not your decision to make, okay, kiddo?"

"Y-yes, Daddy. I'll be good from now on."

"I know you will, princess," I said.

She came even closer, turning to sit in my lap with her jeans around her knees. She was careful to sit at angle, not on her sore ass. I was glancing down her back though. I knew my cock was stiffening under her. I couldn't help it. I just prayed she didn't realize.

"Sweetie, why don't you pull your pants back up?"

"Not yet. My butt is so sore." She looked up at me. "Will you rub my butt a little? It hurts so much."

"Uh..."

"Just massage it for a minute? You hit me so hard."

She was inviting me to rub her ass, touch it, fondle her. Fuck. Did she realize what she was asking me, or was she so far off in lesbian land that having a man, even her father, touch her ass did not even register on the erotic scale?

"Honey..."

"Please?"

I took a big gulp and then slid my hand down. My middle finger crept along her crack and my fingers slid over her cheeks. "Just, uh, just tell me if I'm not doing it how you want me to. Okay?"

She nodded, turning her head and resting it on my shoulder. "Yes, Daddy. Just rub and I'll be happy."

I let my fingers slide up and down her ass, my middle finger just between her cheeks. I tested her, pushing it farther into her crack until the tip of my finger touched her little asshole. She didn't make a sound. What was I doing? I pulled my fingers back and cupped her ass cheek, caressing it. She exhaled against my neck.

"I like how this feels," she said.

"Uh, good."

"Your cock is hard, you know."

My hand froze right there on her ass cheek. I wanted to throw her off and deny it, but it was true, and she wasn't stupid.




April Homecumming



"Honey, I'm a man, and I'm rubbing a young woman's ass. It's a physical reaction."

"I know. Your cock doesn't know I'm your daughter, or that I'm a lesbian and I don't like cocks."

"Exactly," I said.

"I was just bringing it up so you didn't feel embarrassed about it like earlier. It's okay if your cock get's hard. Just keep rubbing."

My hand went back to caressing her scarlet ass, cupping it. My fingertips were inching down. I wanted to slide my fingers between her legs and touch her cunt, not just because I'm a disgusting father who wanted to fuck his own daughter, but I was curious if her little pussy was wet, if she was as horny as I was. She answered the question before my fingers could.

"My pussy's a little wet too, if it makes you feel better."

"It is?" I asked, my hand freezing on her ass again.

"Yeah. I mean, I may like girls, but it does feel nice the way you're touching my ass, and when I feel your cock under me, even though I think it's wrong that it belongs to my daddy, and cocks in general aren't very appealing to me, somehow, it kinda makes my pussy wet. Even earlier when I was playing with your cock, I noticed I was getting a little wet." She looked up at me. "Do you think this means I might like men?"

I took my hand off her ass. "I don't know, but you have to figure that out for yourself. How about you climb up now?"

She shook her head. "My butt still hurts. Why'd you stop rubbing?"

"Well, your pussy and my cock may not know we're father and daughter, but you and I do. It's not right if we're turning each other on, sweetie."

"I'm not that wet," she said. She took my hand and brought it around to her ass, placing it back where it was. "Reach down, feel my pussy. You'll see."

"I don't think I should do that."

"It's okay. You'll see, I'm not that wet. Do it. Touch it. You'll see."

She curled her legs up, arching her back while she was sideways in my lap, giving me easier access... if I wanted it. And fuck did I want it.

My fingers inched down, crossing her crack. I swear I could feel the heat from her cunt before my fingertips touched it, but the moment they did, I felt wetness. Even with her pussy pinched between her legs, I could feel juices oozing from her lips. What the hell was she talking about? She was soaked! I stroked my middle finger right along her slit, back and forth just a couple of times, testing her wetness. Her pussy was so wet, it was trying to suck my finger in like quicksand, willing to swallow anything it could to satisfy is appetite: fingers, tongues, cocks... my cock.

"Honey, you're pussy is soaked."

"Huh? No, it's not."

She reached around and before I even had a chance to move my finger out of the way, her middle finger pushed mine right into her pussy. Our two fingers were gooey and wet as they folded into her cunt, penetrating her tight little hole, slipping against each other. I yanked mine out and hers came back a second later. She looked like she was going to hold it up and check the direction of the wind. Instead, she stuck it into her mouth and sucked her juices right off it.

"Mmm, nope, not that wet."

"Jesus, April."

"It's not that wet. Really, I get wet pretty easily, and when I'm really horny I get much wetter than that."

"Are you kidding me?"

She shook her head. "Here, feel inside. You'll see. It's not that wet inside."

She took my hand again and brought it around. I didn't fight her this time as she guided my middle finger back into her tight little pussy. And tight it was. Our two fingers were barely able to fit together. I could feel her long fingernail sliding across my fingertip, subtly trying to move in and out, rubbing up against my finger. She bit her lip and looked at me.

"See, not that wet inside."

"Kiddo, come on, if you were any wetter, you'd be drooling like a dog."

"Well, you're not pushing your finger in deep enough. It's drier the deeper you go."

I cock throbbed at the idea. She must have felt it too because her eyes darted down for a second and a grin spread across her face. I slid my finger out of her pussy and shook my head. "Okay that's enough, April."

"Aw, poor daddy. I'm forgetting this is turning you on, isn't it?"

She took my hand in hers and held it steady. I couldn't stop her from wrapping her lips around my middle finger and sucking on it, her tongue running up and down to clean off her juices, her cheeks caving in as she sucked. I felt the back of her throat as her lips touched my knuckle. She moaned against my hand as she pulled her mouth away. My cock flexed again. It was so hard now, I was in pain with the way it was confined in my pants.

She giggled, glancing down again. "Is your cock okay down there? It's moving around a lot."

"Yeah, it's uncomfortable, and so am I. Honey, this is getting inappropriate. You should head off to bed now, okay?"

"Why? So you can jerk off like last night?"

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Daddy, for fuck's sake, there's a giant keyhole in that old door. I've been peeking through it since I was a kid. If your cock is uncomfortable, you can take it out. I already saw it, after all."

She climbed up on her knees, her pants keeping her legs together, her bare thighs hiding her cunt from view. My eyes shot down to her hands as she reached between my legs. She blatantly grabbed my bulge, touching my cock, rubbing her hand across it. I jerked, grabbing her wrists.

"April!"

"I'm just helping you open your pants."

"April, seriously, this has gone on far enough."

"Daddy, don't be so uptight. I'm trying to be a good daughter and help you relax. Let me just take your cock out so you're more comfortable."

Fuck, the idea of her touching my cock again had it throbbing, begging me to let her touch it, even for an instant to take it out. I let her wrist go and she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, exposing my boxers and my bulging hardon. Her hand slipped inside and she stroked on top of my shaft. I held my breath as I watched her. Why was I letting this go on?

She unbuttoned the single button holding my boxer fly together, her little hand slipping into the slit. When I felt her fingers on my bare cock, I groaned. My eyes fluttered as she wrapped her hand around the long, fat shaft and awkwardly bent it to yank it out into the open. It stretched, the foreskin pulling back to reveal the big, fat, red mushroom head, as red as April's ass. She gave the shaft a long stroke up and then down before looking at me.

"See, isn't that better, all out in the open?"

"I guess... I just wish it wasn't my daughter playing with it."

She narrowed her eyes. "Would you prefer that stuck-up bitch, June?"

April squeezed my cock while she asked, and I had the distinct impression she was jealous.

"As a matter of fact, yes," I said.

"Well, she wouldn't touch your cock. She'd run from it. Not me. Girls who eat pussy aren't intimidated by big cocks."

She gave it another stroke, tugging the skin up past the head and then pushing it back down, bringing it tight to encourage the head to flare and pulse.

"It's embarrassing enough that you made it hard," I said

"I did, didn't I?" she said. "Here, I'll give you an apology kiss."

I thought she meant she was going to kiss me on the lips again, but instead, she dipped her head down, opened her mouth, and closed her lips on the tip of my cock. I held my breath as I watched her. She kept her lips pressed to it for so long, but I didn't say anything, didn't try to move. I was just stunned while she held her lips to it. Then I felt her little tongue swirling around the tip. It poked out of her mouth and licked along the underside of my cockhead, right across the piss slit before retreating into her mouth. She finally broke the kiss and looked up at me.

"Does your cock accept my apology?"

I should have told her she was crazy, to stop that and go to her room. Instead I said, "You should apologize to the rest of it."

I regretted it the moment I said it, but April began kissing down my shaft, holding her mouth against it as her tongue licked. She wasn't even pretending anymore. She was just running her lips back and forth, dragging her tongue over it. When she engulfed the head of my cock into her mouth, I knew this had gone to far. I couldn't let my daughter, my precious only daughter, suck my cock.

I held the back of her hair, with every intention of pulling her mouth off my dick, but it felt so good. I was struggling with myself. I just wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers. I thrust upward, ramming my cock into her throat. She gagged but recovered, sucking and bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, letting out a moan. When I thrust up again, she coughed, taking her mouth off my cock to catch her breath. I didn't let her go down again.

"Okay, that's enough."

"Daddy, no, I wanna suck it."

"No, April. You can't suck my cock like that. I'm your father."

"I was just trying to help. I know you liked it."

"Jesus, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with me? Look, why don't you just head off to bed, okay? We'll sort this out in the morning."

"But you didn't finish rubbing my butt."

"You'll survive."

"Please, Daddy? Just make it better and I'll go to bed happy."

April carefully turned around, her jeans still keeping her legs pinned together. She backed up between my legs, her feet under my balls, bringing her ass closer. My cock was pointing straight up. I didn't stop her from bumping her ass into my mushroom head. She glanced back over her shoulder, as if she didn't mean to touch my cock. She reached back, taking my cock in her hand and lifting it so it rested right along the length of her ass crack. Then she took my hands and placed them on her red ass cheeks. 

"Now, rub," she said.

She remained on all fours and started wiggling her ass, jostling my cock around, sliding her ass across it. She lifted forward and for one second my cockhead bent between her legs and touched her pussy lips before it settled back down across her ass.

"Careful, Daddy. We don't want that big, fat cock of yours sliding into my little wet cunt."

I slapped her ass again. "Don't use those dirty words around me, April."

"Mmm, sorry, Daddy. I'll be your chaste little slut."

I squeezed and rubbed her ass, spreading her ass cheeks open, creating a space for my cock to lie. I crushed her cheeks back together, pinning my cock in place. April immediately ground her ass back along my shaft. She didn't stop. She began slowly sliding her ass up and down while I held her cheeks together.

"You're not a lesbian, are you?" I said, looking down at my cock stuck between her ass cheeks. Fuck, I knew I should stop this, but it felt so good.

"Mmm, what makes you say that?" she asked.

I slapped her ass again. "You're a bad fucking daughter for seducing me like this, April."

"I know, Daddy, but my cellmate said her daddy tried to fuck the lesbian out of her. I wanted you to try the same thing, but you really weren't getting the hint, and I couldn't let that other bitch take my daddy's cock away from me. I've been dreaming about it for way too long."

I slid my hand around her neck and yanked her toward me, her back pinned against my chest, my cock bending and poking against her asshole, prodding it. I breathed into her ear.

"I haven't fucked a woman since your mother."

"Ooh, poor Daddy. I'm here now. You can fuck me as much as you want... if you want."

I kept her in place with my hand on her neck. My other hand slid under her shirt and into her bra, cupping and squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple. I tugged on it and she mixed a moan with a whimper.

"You've been making me think about fucking you since the moment you got out of that detention center. I can't think of anything else."

Her ass humped against my cock, grinding the head against her little hole. She was pushing hard, and my dick was starting to spread her asshole open even without any lubrication. "More, Daddy, more."

I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Then I grabbed the neck of her shirt and ripped it right in half. I did the same with her bra, destroying it to get at her tits. They spilled out and both my hands cupped them. I fondled and caressed her nipples while she ground into my cock, bending it against in the crack of her ass. She was so horny and desperate for anything to penetrate her.

"God, Daddy, I need sex. I've never had a real cock, just fingers and tongues."

I slid one hand down to her pubic mound, forcing my fingers between her tightly pinched thighs, cupping her cunt in the palm of my hand. She began grinding her pussy into my hand while I ground my cock against her ass. She was wiggling and struggling with her legs, trying to kick off her pants. The moment she was free of them, her bare legs spread open wide, her toes gripping the bedspread. My fingers began rubbing in a circle around her pussy lips.

"Put them in, please," she whispered. "Please, Daddy, my pussy is so empty."

I fed two fingers into her pussy, the tightness of her cunt squeezing them together. There was no room for more. She groaned and threw her head back. I turned her jaw to me and forced my lips into hers. She instantly began kissing me, moaning into my mouth as she licked and sucked on my tongue. The pretense of familiar kissing was gone. She was just a horny girl who wanted sex. She was humping my fingers, grinding my cock against her ass, spreading her little asshole open with the head of my dick each time it passed along her crack.

"Fuck," she said, breathing out against my face. "Can we fuck now, Daddy? Please, I want your cock in me. I'll beg for it. I'll do anything. Just fuck your little girl."

I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward, bending her over on all fours. I climbed up behind her, putting my hand on the back of her neck and forcing her face down onto the mattress. She reached between her legs, desperately grasping the shaft of my cock.

"In me, in me," she mumbled, yanking my dick, trying to draw it closer. She wiggled her ass, keeping her legs spread open with her face down on the mattress, looking back at me with those pleading eyes.

"Damn you for making me want this, you little slut," I said.

I inched closer to her, giving her enough room to angle the tip of my cock to her cunt. She manhandled it as she ground the head up and down along her little slit, pushing her tight little body back. I watched as her pussy lips spread open, trying to take it, but every time I started to penetrate her, she withdrew.

"Fuck, it's big," she said.

"Come on, princess. You wanted this. Take my cock."

I held April's hips while she backed her ass up. I helped her by yanking her toward me, impaling her pussy on my long, thick cock. She let out a deep groan as I entered her. Her wet cunt lips hugged the shaft of my cock in a warm embrace. I wasn't even halfway inside her. She took her hand off my cock and held the bedspread again, her eyes pinched shut, chewing on the blanket as she adjusted to my big cock.

"Fuuuck, Daddy."

I pulled her hips closer and she yelped as my dick opened her up. I was trying to go slow for her first time, but I wanted to fuck her hard and deep right then. It took all my restraint to edge my cock into her inch by inch. She was groaning and wiggling the whole time.

"Stop stop stop," she said. "No deeper. I can't take anymore. Fuck."

I stopped, looking down at her pussy. I started to withdraw, and then I ground forward again and she stretched out, trying to ease the pain of my invading cock.

"Ohhh, fuck, Daddy!"

"Shit, sweetheart. Daddy has to fuck a little harder, okay? I can't give you much more time to get used to it."

"Just fuck me slow, please."

I tried to be slow, rocking my cock in and out of her. She was moaning and holding her face, but every time I pulled my cock too far back, she pushed against it in pursuit. I gave her what she wanted and slammed forward, making her yelp.

"Daddddy! Careful."

I tightened my grip on her hips, withdrew, and slammed into her again, making her groan louder than ever. I started fucking her in earnest, driving my fat shaft in and out of her tight little cunt. She was thrashing, reaching back to slow me down, but I had her hips, holding in her place as I took her pussy.

"Do you like that, you little cock tease?" I said.

"God, fuck, yes, Daddy! I love your cock! I don't care if it hurts! God, I've never felt so full inside! Ow...not so deep!"

"Bad girls get it deep. Good girls get it gentle."

"Fuck, I'll be bad then. Just keep fucking me."

April was pushing back to meet each of my thrusts, my long shaft driving in and out of her slippery tunnel. She was moaning and screaming in pleasure. I knew she was about to cum. She wasn't the only one. My cock was steel and my balls were tightening up. I quickly yanked my dick out of her, my whole shaft aching to cum.

"Wha?" April said, looking back. "Why'd you stop?"

"Fuck, I almost came," I said, breathing in and out, looking down at my cock as it flexed in anger.

"So did I!" she whined.

"You're so fucking tight, I can't last long."

April turned around on her knees and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back.

"Daddy, just let me drive..."

She straddled me, taking my cock in her hand and holding it straight up toward her pussy.

"Baby, no, I need some time to cool down or I'll cum in you."

"I'll go slow. If you feel like you're gonna cum, just tell me and I'll jump off."

I didn't argue. I just wanted back in her pussy. She sank down on my shaft, my cock vanishing in her tight cunt. She took it slow, grinding down on my shaft and moving her pelvis around in a circle, dancing on my cock.

"Fuuuck," she said. "I can feel you in my stomach."

"Shit, careful," I said. "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that."

"Mmm, just figuring out how to steer this thing," she said. She lifted up and pushed herself back down. "Fuck, Daddy. I've never felt anything so good in my life."

"I know, baby, just go slow or you'll be paying for it for the rest of your life."

"I know," she said, but she didn't obey because she began bouncing up and down on my cock, taking more and more of it up into her cunt. She was stretching herself out, making me fit inside her. She kept looking down, pushing herself to try to fit every last bit of cock into her cunt. "Oh god, Daddy, I almost have you all the way in me."

"Fuck, kiddo, I can't take much more," I said.

"Shh, shut up, I'm about to cum," she said, bouncing hard now. She groaned as her pelvis slammed into mine and every inch of my cock was buried in her tight pussy. "Fuck, Daddy! I'm cumming!"

I felt her cum, not just from the juices squirting all over me, but her tight pussy was contracting on my shaft like a vice. I grabbed her hips, ready to throw her off, but she grabbed my arms.

"Just let it happen, Daddy! Just fuck me and cum in my pussy!"

"Fuck!" I shouted, but I couldn't hold it anymore. My cock erupted, semen spitting inside up inside her pussy, my balls aching as I emptied my seed deep into my daughter's womb. I kept humping, lost to the pleasure of sex, groaning as April screamed in ecstasy.

I grabbed her hips to slow her down as my cock tingled with sensitivity, but April wanted more. She pushed my hands off her waist and intertwined our fingers, holding my hands down on the bed as she bounced on my cock.

"More, Daddy, please! I'm going to cum again!"

She didn't need any help from me as she lifted her pussy up and down on my sensitive cock, using my pole to get herself off, groaning and screaming as she came again. Her legs were shaking as she slowed down. She collapsed on my chest, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other. I wrapped my arms around her, leaving my cock buried inside her drooling cunt.