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Darling Bonnie Ch. 1

By: Dark_Horizon



When my wife was killed by a drunk driver, Bonnie and I were devastated. She was 13 at the time. I tried to console her as best I could, but I was hurting just as bad. We clung together in our grief. Perhaps that was the beginning of our new relationship – we felt it was us against the world.

I know what you're thinking – and it's not true. I didn't take advantage of my daughter. In fact, for the next five years, I was the perfect dad. I had to be both dad and mom to Bonnie, watching her grow up, helping her with her homework, attending her sporting and school events. I was her protector.

When she was 18, she blossomed into a beautiful young woman, though somewhat small for her age. She looked so much like Jill that I nearly cried ever time I saw her. That's when I felt those urgings – which I promptly ignored, despite what you may think of me. I would never force myself on Bonnie. Instead, I tried to date, but every woman I went out with failed to measure up to my dear Jill.

By now, Bonnie knew a lot about sex – she had asked me some questions and I had answered them as truthfully as I could. She had taken the required sex ed courses at school. Because she and I were so close, she'd come to me with her questions and to tell me about the boys at high school. They had all noticed her -- she was attracting a bit too much attention for my tastes. We talked about it and I urged her not to do anything rash. "Wait for true love," I would tell her, hoping that she might find the same love I had found in her mother. 

Jill and I had been college sweethearts and had married when I was 23, she two years younger. We had Bonnie a year later, but it was a very difficult birth. The doctor said she shouldn't have any more kids, so I volunteered to have a vasectomy. We had intended to adopt later, but Bonnie was so beautiful and so perfect, we decided not to bring anyone else into our tight-knit little family. It wouldn't be fair – any adopted child would not compare to Bonnie. I know that sounds selfish, but I'm just being truthful. She was our dream come true and there was no need to challenge it.

Bonnie, having been treated like a young adult since she was very little, found the boys at school to be vastly immature. There was no one who appealed to her. They were grabby, or goofy or gawky, she told me.

I say all this because what happened next was her idea. Oh sure, I know as the dad, I should've resisted. I was supposed to be strong. You have to understand our situation, however. Here we were, five years after a devastating loss, trying to move on, but being held back by our shared memories. We were alone in the world – that's how we felt. Is it any wonder that we came together?

It started innocently enough. She would kiss me hello and goodbye – just a little peck. I work at home, so I was nearly always there when she got off the bus. Somewhere during high school, that peck became a little more. Not much more, mind you, but enough so that I began to notice that she would cling to me a little longer and hold our lips together a little more wetly. It was so subtle that I didn't think I should mention it to her. I also must admit that I enjoyed it. For a split second, I could imagine that it was Jill kissing me, not Bonnie. 

Up to this point, everything was still innocent, I believed. So we kissed a little more than most dads and daughters, so what? We were still sharing our grief. We were communicating, unlike so many other children and their parents. Things became a bit more complicated one afternoon in April when during our "hello" kiss, she reached around behind me and grabbed the globes of my ass. 

I pulled away, startled. "What was that all about?" I asked her. 

"That's what Jimmy did to me today. It—"

"Whoa! Whoa! Jimmy did that to you – when, where? Right there at school? I have a mind to call—"

"Dad! Relax! It wasn't like that. We weren't hugging or anything. We were just talking. The buses had already left and he was waiting for his mom to pick him up. I was just about to walk home. We leaned against the gym wall and talked. Then, when no one was around, he reached his hand around and squeezed my bum."

"How did that make you feel?"

"Funny. Like in my stomach."

"Do you like this boy Jimmy?"

"He's nice. I'm not in love with him or anything."

"I didn't mean that. I'm just surprised that he would do something like that."

"I was too."

"But you kinda liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes." She looked down at the floor.

"Why did you do it to me?"

"I don't know. I wanted to see if it felt funny like that with you."

I paused. "Well, did it?"

She looked up at me, right in my eyes. "Yes. It did."

I was stunned. I never thought she had feelings like that for her dad. Here I had been resisting those urges and she had felt the same way! We didn't say anything more about our little encounter, but our relationship edged forward from that point on. It was as if we had teetered on the bubble, resisting what we both felt until she confessed her secret to me. It was a small confession, to be sure, but it was enough to change the giant wheel that represents the turning points of our lives.

For the next couple of days, we were rather circumspect. Just back to a quick peck. It was as if we had gone too far and were now retreating, regrouping our emotions for the next phase. I broke the ice one afternoon, when I squeezed the cute globes of her ass as we kissed hello and she giggled. That soon became a regular part of our greeting. We were innocent in our minds, but our bodies were not. I began to get erections. At the same time, we began to move our hands all over each other's backs for a few seconds. It was just part of the hug, you understand. Right?

That went on for about a month. We were still resisting. It wasn't right. We couldn't even talk about it. One day in late May, Bonnie reached around my front and ran her hand up my hardening cock. I pulled away immediately and we just stared at each other.

"Relax, Dad. I just had to touch it. I've never touched one when it was hard before."

My parental attitude kicked in. "Oh? Does that mean you've touched on when it was soft?"

She giggled. "No Dad! I should've said I've never touched one before. But I was really curious about how it gets hard and all."

"Didn't we talk about that one day? Didn't you learn about that at school?"

"Yes, Dad, I did. But talking about it and seeing it are two different things."

At that moment, I knew that if I offered to show it to her, she would've agreed wholeheartedly. So I didn't. I was a good dad and I wasn't going to ruin it with some kinky instinct. We stood there awkwardly for a few more seconds and then I did something that surprised even me. I ran my hand around the edge of her right breast. It was safely encased in her shirt and bra, so I didn't feel much. Nevertheless, it was a huge moment between us. 

To her credit, she just laughed, as if to say, "Turnabout's fair play" and ran off to her room. We didn't say another word about it.

That Friday night, a big thunderstorm rolled into the region after midnight. I was awakened by a loud "BOOM!" that rattled the windows. Heavy rain began to pour down on the roof. I lay awake, feeling my nightly erection pressing against the sheets. It seemed especially hard tonight, and I was embarrassed to remember my dream had been about kissing and hugging Bonnie. The light went on in the hall and seconds later, I heard a noise at the door. Bonnie entered, "Dad, are you awake?"

I turned, careful to keep my erection hidden underneath the covers. "Yes, honey. The thunder woke me right up."

"Me too." She paused. "It really scared me. Can I stay here for a few minutes?"

I felt torn. On the one hand, I wanted to help her, to comfort her – and, I wanted her to climb in near my naked body. I admit it. On the other hand, it was wrong. I wrestled with my conscious for a moment. "Sure," I said, pulling up the edge of she sheet. OK, I'm a bad man.

She slid in gratefully. Her fresh scent filled my nose. My dick throbbed. She was wearing a baby doll nightie that I had bought her a couple of years before, so by now it was really too small for her. She came right up against me and I could feel her trembling. I tried to pull back so my hard-on wouldn't touch her, but she was either too scared or too -- too what? Horny? Dare I think that? As if in response, she reached around and pulled my groin to her, rubbing up against my hard-on. 

"Careful," I tried to joke, "I wouldn't want to hurt you with that."

She giggled, then reached her hand down to feel my cock. Her hands felt so delicate on it, I nearly came right then. Without conscious thought, my hand went to her breast and I rubbed the side of it through her nightie. Without a bra, I could feel it easily, the shape of it, the softness. She breathed deeply. The thunder rolled on outside, matching the beating of our hearts.

From that point on, we didn't speak. There was no need to. She wanted – no, needed me just as much as I needed her. I was determined not to take it any farther than she wanted me to – after all, I was still her protector. She continued to run her hand up and down my shaft, clearly inexperienced at it. I reached down underneath the top of her nightie and slid my hand in over her left breast. It was small, but perfect. My thumb rubbed over her nipple, which was sticking straight out. She was as turned on as I was. 

I kissed her then, and not as a dad would have. Our lips were soft, hungry. She made moaning noises in her throat and began rubbing me faster. I had to stop her or else lose my load right there. I pulled her hand around my waist so I could push my hard-on up against her stomach, my balls snug against her virgin mound. Without a word, she wrapped her left leg over me and pulled me even closer to her.

She was still my daughter – and she wasn't, if that makes any sense. I wanted to protect her and I wanted to ravish her. I fought with my emotions. Had I not had a vasectomy, I doubt I would've continued. I reached my hands down to the edge of the top of her nightie and pulled it up. She cooperated completely, lifting up so I could strip it from her. She took the initiative and unwrapped her leg from mine to slip out of her bottoms. In seconds, she was as naked as I. We came together, thigh to face, grasping at each other not only in lust, but also in our shared memory of my wife, her mother.

My erection was almost painful. I thrust it against her as I hugged her close. I desperately wanted to feel the hot core between her legs. I knew she would be wet. Carefully, I reached down past my balls and touched her tentatively on her wispy mound. She groaned again and pulled away slightly to allow me better access. My hand shook as I extended my middle finger to just brush against her delicious cleft. She was very wet. It immediately coated my finger with her sweet-smelling juice. I brought my finger up to taste it, then returned it to her fiery core. She was delicious.

I slipped down to Bonnie's chest and fastened my mouth over one perfect nipple. As I sucked, I rubbed her cleft from back to front, at first not trying to touch her clitoris. Her body was not to be denied. In minutes, I could feel her lips spreading apart as more juice flowed out. Her clit, which had been hidden beneath the folds, now sprung free, thrusting up like a tulip bulb in the springtime. I barely touched it at first. She gasped anew and raised her hips toward my hand. Thus encouraged, I paid more attention to her slippery clit, rubbing it gently but firmly. I moved with the rhythms of her body. She was so caught up between the sensations between her nipple and her cunt that I knew she couldn't form coherent thoughts. Her entire being was focused on the strange new sensations that flooded her.

This is how girls get pregnant, I thought to myself. They get to this point and can't stop, no matter what the consequences. Bonnie was clearly a very sexy girl. I would have to be very careful of her around future boyfriends. 

Suddenly, she arched her back and came hard. I stopped rubbing and just cupped her mound tightly. She made some inarticulate noises in her throat. In the dim light, I could see her eyes were tightly closed and her neck and upper chest were flushed red – she had the same characteristic, as did her mother when she came. In my mind, that's when she ceased to be my daughter and instead became my long-dead wife. I had to have her, if for no other reason than to remember the good times that were cruelly cut short.

As Bonnie quieted, I moved up over her. She opened her eyes and looked a little nervous as I was poised there, my throbbing erection just above her vagina. She looked down and her eyes got wide. She spoke for the first time. "Dad?"

"Don't worry, honey, I'll go slow. You can stop me whenever you want."

With that, I eased the head of my rock-hard cock into her slippery core. She looked up at me and our eyes locked. I knew she was remembering her mom too, although I can't explain how I knew. Her nether lips parted eagerly, welcoming the large head inside. I paused and began to rub it up and down in her slit, letting the juices wash over it. She moved her hips in rhythm to my tiny thrusts, her eyes never leaving mine. With each small stroke, I pushed myself in a bit farther. She made no move to stop me. Indeed, her body was saying the opposite: Her legs were splayed wide apart, her nipples pointed to the ceiling, her mouth partly open.

Emboldened, I thrust farther into her, letting nearly half my cock slip inside. She was tight. I paused, enjoying the closeness of her hot passage. Then I felt her hymen and my fatherly instincts kicked in. I thought I should stop. She should be a virgin for her husband many years from now, shouldn't she? I started to pull back, but Bonnie reached around with both hands and grabbed onto my ass, even harder than when we were kissing hello. With a grunt, she pulled me hard into her and I felt her thin membrane break. She gasped from the pain, then settled in as I started fucking in earnest, my hard cock pumping deep into her.

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy…." she said softly, encouraging me on. Her voice sounded a lot like Jill's. I thrust harder, faster. We kept staring, right into each other's eyes, knowing exactly what we were doing and not being ashamed about it. I could feel my seminal fluid building up in my loins and for a moment I wished I was whole, so I could flood my daughter with my sperm. I know that sounds terrible, but I was caught up in the moment. I knew I wasn't serious, I was just being animalistic.

With a bellow, I came and jerked my head back, feeling my fluid shoot deep within her. I was an Alpha male, conquering my subordinate woman. Suddenly exhausted, I fell to the side, making sure I didn't crush my delicate daughter.

"God, that felt good," she told me as I lay panting. "It hurt at first, but then it was good." She paused and then said something that endeared me to her forever. "Did I do it right?"

I pulled myself up on one elbow and looked her in her beautiful eyes. "Yes, honey, you did it exactly right."

From that point on, she never slept in her own bed. Every night – and sometimes during the day – we would retire for a passionate session of fucking, sucking and general pleasure. The first time I went down on her, she was shocked. Within minutes, however, she experienced the full measure of what a talented tongue can do to a woman. She came so easily, it was a joy to make love to her. Once I made her come seven times in a row with my tongue, fingers, vibrator and cock. I realize that's not any kind of record, but I wasn't trying to achieve one. We were just caught up with each other and couldn't stop.

Darling Bonnie Ch. 2



Bonnie loves for me to play little sex games with her. After introducing her to a vibrator, it's become a regular part of our lovemaking. Sometimes, I push it inside her and turn it on full, watching her squirm all over the bed until she comes. Lately, I've introduced some light bondage to her, tying her arms and legs with scarves to the bedposts and fucking her while she's "helpless."

I also taught her how to suck my cock. We started carefully, just having her lick the underside – making sure I was fresh from the shower, of course – then progressed to training her how to take more of my cock into her mouth. Since she's so petite, I can't get more than half of it into her, but I'm patient and she's eager to learn. By the time she's 19, she'll be the best cocksucker around. 

Although I haven't fucked her in the ass yet, she knows that's coming. I told her I wanted to better prepare her, so at night, after our lovemaking, I insert a narrow buttplug into her ass. It has a small flange so it can fit right in and be held in place by her sphincter. I have an entire set of them, each one slightly bigger than the last. We're already on No. 3 – there are 10 in the set. When I showed her the largest one, she paled and told me she couldn't possibly take that up her ass. Of course, I told her that we would only go as far as she felt comfortable going. Deep down, I knew that she would be taking that large one within a year and loving it. To help her stretch, I lube up my fingers regularly and insert them into her asshole, often just as I'm about to come inside her pussy. She now thinks of her ass as another erogenous zone.

At my request, Bonnie started shaving her mound. For some reason, I like it bald. With her small frame and her hairless pussy, she really looks like a little girl now, I have to admit. I don't let her shave herself – I enjoy that too much. Every other day or so, she comes to my bed with "the equipment," as we call it: shaving can, safety razor, a dry towel and a hot, wet washcloth. I go through our little ritual, rubbing the washcloth over her prickly mound, then spreading the shaving cream, making sure to rub her clit with my thumb while I do. Within seconds, she's squirming until I pick up the razor, then she has to settle herself down so I won't nick her. With careful strokes, my eyes just inches away from her sweet girlhood, I shave her downy stubble clean. Afterwards, I wipe her again with the washcloth and dry her off. We're usually good for a fucking right about then.

She used to wear her hair long, but I encouraged her to try a shorter style and we both like it a lot better. I also like her to wear skirts, not jeans, so her panties – and her pussy -- are easily accessible to me when she's home.

My favorite position is doggie-style, with her on her hands and knees. Sometimes, when she comes home from school, I'll have her strip right there in the living room and I'll fuck her from behind, my hands gripping her narrow shoulders for leverage. I also love to eat her because she's so tasty. If I'm sitting on the couch when she comes home, she might drop her panties, climb up over me until her legs are hanging over the back and push her pussy into my mouth. To think that she used to be so shy about such behavior! 

While many parents have to endure their children as they go through the willful teenage years, Bonnie hasn't been like that at all. If anything, she's becoming much more obedient. It started in the bedroom, but has permeated other parts of her life. In fact, I've found that if she challenges me, I merely have to withhold sex for a day or two and she's back, begging me to forgive her. To win my forgiveness, she must accept some kind of sexual punishment. I know she secretly likes this aspect of our relationship. The first time it happened, I spanked her over my knee, her naked bottom wiggling wildly on my lap. I would spank her a few times, then rub her ass, and then spank her again. Once her ass was nice and pink, I fucked her from behind, making sure my upper thighs bounced against her tender asscheeks. There were tears in her eyes when she came in a powerful orgasm.

Last night, she came to me after a petty argument and asked if she could sleep with me. She said he missed me already, even though we hadn't even been apart one night. I told her sure, but she'd have to agree to take on the No. 4 buttplug after our session. She readily agreed, and I suspected it was just the type of punishment she wanted. No matter. After a long fucking session, where she came at least three times and I twice, I slipped out of bed and retrieved the buttplugs. I showed her the difference between No. 3 and No. 4 and she surprised me by saying, "What does No. 5 look like?"

I showed her and her eyes widened. "I think you'd like to have this one, wouldn't you?" I said. She shook her head. "I don't think I can take it." 

"OK," I said and made to put it back. Instead, out of her sight, I put back the No. 4 plug. She never noticed. I lubed her ass up good, then smeared the KY jelly over the larger phallus. Carefully, I pressed the tip against her asshole and pushed it in slightly. She groaned, a noise that seemed to come from her toes. "Relax," I said. "It's not that much bigger." I twisted it and pushed it in more, letting her sphincter muscles expand slowly. I certainly didn't want to rip her – how would I explain that to the family doctor? 

Slowly, she accepted the larger plug into her. More than once, she moaned and told me it was too big. I just let her rest, then started anew. This was making me incredibly horny again. Finally, the base was sucked up against the tight ring of flesh and locked into place. "Oh, god, Daddy, I don't think I can wear that all night!"

"OK, let's take your mind off of it." I got around behind her and pulled her to her knees. "Daddy, no! You can't! I'm too full!" I ignored her and thrust my semi-hard cock into her dripping pussy. She gave a half-scream, then lay her head down on her forearms, abandoning herself to my cock. I pumped her slowly until my dick got fully hard again, then really began to pound into her. The feeling of a very full ass and cunt was a new experience for her. She bore it like a trouper, making guttural noises in her throat until I came for the third time. When I pulled out of her, she collapsed, exhausted. "That was incredible," she breathed into the pillow.

I rolled off and went to the nightstand. Another idea had occurred to me. Reaching inside, I pulled out an old dildo that I had bought for Jill many years ago. She had really enjoyed it and I suspect it was because it was a bit larger than my own cock. I caught her with it more than once, masturbating alone. It had straps on it so it could be held into place. Fondly, I remembered once I made Jill strap it on and wear it while we went out to dinner. She could barely eat, she was so filled up. I located the straps in the drawer, snapped them to the base and climbed back onto the bed. Bonnie, who hadn't really been paying attention to me, now looked over and nearly fainted. "Daddy!! NO! I'm too full!"

"This used to be your mother's," I told her. "I only want you to feel the tip of it, OK?"

Since it had been her mother's, how could she refuse? She nodded warily and let me approach her. Gently, I rolled her over onto her back and spread her legs as far apart as she could get them. Her pussy, leaking fluid, gaped open. Holding the dildo firmly by the base, I coaxed the tip into her. Already, her cunt lips were spread apart by it. She whimpered a bit, but otherwise said nothing. Encouraged, I slipped the dildo in a bit further. At the same time, I reached up and gently thumbed her swollen clit with my free hand. Bonnie sucked in her breath. More of the fake cock went into her – it was in about a third of the way now. She still didn't tell me to stop. I pulled it back out a bit, then pushed it in further, mimicking the motion of a real live cock. She rolled her hips up to meet the thrusts and settled in. I looked up at her face. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed. She seemed to be wrestling between her desires and her common sense. Or maybe it was between her desire to please me and her fear of injury. 

Two-thirds of the dildo were in her now. Just a little more and I could fasten the straps into position around her thighs and waist. I was rubbing her clit in earnest now, helping her toward her fourth orgasm of the night. "Stop – I'm coming!" she gasped. I said, "OK," then pushed the cock up inside her. She gasped again and jerked her hips, as if to expel the large stranger even as the orgasm rocked her. Quickly, I fastened the straps into place.

When she realized what I was doing, she shouted, "Daddy! Stop. Take it out! It's too big!" I grabbed her head in my hands and told her I loved her. "Please, just for a few minutes, OK? It's all the way in – you're a real woman, just like your mom. Just hang in there for a few minutes."

She calmed down then and tried to please her daddy and honor the memory of her mother. She was completely full of cock – the No. 5 buttplug in back and the large dildo up her cunt. I can't say why I wanted her so stretched out, but I did. I held her face while she whimpered and begged for about 15 minutes, then I agreed to remove the dildo. "Before I do, I'd like to see if you can walk," I told her. Her eyes grew wide again. "NO! I can't!"

"Just try, for daddy, OK?" She groaned as I helped her to a sitting position, then slid her legs over the side of the bed. She struggled for a long time to shift her weight onto her feet. Her legs wouldn't close, of course, making it awkward for her to gain her balance.

I gave her a push and her feet hit the floor. She could barely stand. I had to hold onto her waist. "Dad, it hurts! I can't do it."

"Sure you can, honey. Just walk up and down for me, then I'll take it out." Hobbling like an old lady, Bonnie crept along toward the end of the bed and back. "OK, now take it out. Take it out."

"You did great, honey, just great." I helped her back onto the bed and unsnapped the straps. The dildo didn't want to come out at first, it so filled her pussy. I had to carefully coax it free by pulling on the straps. When it slid out of her, she groaned again, turned on her side and held a hand between her legs. "No more, Daddy, no more of that! I'm too small."

"I'll only give you what you can handle, darling, you know that. You did great for the first time." My words, "first time" rang in her ears and she knew then that I would be coming back at her with it. 

I've found I also enjoy taking Bonnie out for picnics and walks in the woods and having her expose herself. At first, she refused to go along with me on this, being far too embarrassed of her ripening body to have me see it during the cold light of day. Besides, she told me, what if someone were to see her naked? They'd know that something was going on between us. Somehow, the danger of it excited me even more. 

So one day I told her to wear a skirt and blouse, then while we were walking in the woods, I asked her to hand me her panties. She looked at me like I was crazy, but then, looking around and seeing no one, she slipped them off and handed them over. Just knowing she was naked underneath her short skirt gave me a raging hard-on. I reached over and flipped up the back and she squealed and tried to cover herself. I held her close and kissed her, bringing the flap of skirt up and tucking it into her waist. Now her ass was exposed for anyone to see. She tried to tug it back into place, but I held her wrists and told her how much I loved her like this. Soon, she relaxed and let me have my way, all the while looking around for strangers. We walked a short ways down the path before she covered herself again. The sight of her lithe naked butt framed by her skirt was a tremendous turn-on. 

Although she only exposed herself for a few minutes, I was conditioning her to accept it. It was warm out now, so we took many walks, driving until we were sure we were in a remote area before setting out. Often, there weren't any real trails, just deer paths as we walked deep into the woods. I always carried a blanket. We would go back in about a half-mile, then I'd make her hand me her panties and tuck in her skirt, both front and back. She'd walk ahead of me so I could see her perfect ass twitching. Occasionally, she'd twirl around, flashing me her perfect pussy. This made her incredibly horny. Soon, we'd stop and spread out the blanket, then strip off all our clothes and fuck like bunnies.

Being naked while making love outdoors inured my Bonnie to being naked while hiking. The first time, before she agreed to strip completely, she made me strip too. We walked about a quarter mile before we had to stop and make love. But I preferred that she was naked while I remained dressed. It established the balance of power between us: I was in charge. Before long, I got my way. We would hike in a ways, then she would stop and strip, handing me all her clothes. Then I'd walk behind, observing her lithe body.

More than once, I would bring her dildo and buttplug. I would let her walk in front of me naked for about a mile, then stop her, lay out the blanket and make her lie down on it. She was up to the No. 7 buttplug by now, so I'd lube that up and slide it into her, then make her lick up the dildo before placing that into her pussy and snapping it into place. We'd rise again, collect our things and walk. I loved the exaggerated bowlegged walk she had when she was full of these fake cocks. At first, she'd complain, but after a while she got used to them. We'd walk another half-mile or so before I had to stop and fuck the daylights out of her.

To be continued – if you vote! Comments also appreciated. 



Darling Bonnie Ch. 3



Bonnie was developing into a beautiful woman and I wondered if our sexual activity had accelerated the rounding out of her body. Though just 18, she seemed much older. Her luscious body was causing me to sink farther into depravity. I wanted to take her to new heights – or lows – and treat her like a slut. I can't explain it. Maybe I'm just sick. That didn't mean that I wanted to share her with anyone – no way. She was all mine. But just like I made her take in the buttplugs and dildo, I wanted to find new sexual torments for her. And she wanted them as well. 

It was after she had her ears pierced that I got my latest idea. A week after she had come home with her new studded earrings, I told her I had a surprise. She eagerly followed me into the bedroom. I made her strip and lie on the bed. She was expecting a quick fucking, but she was wrong. I brought in my equipment – a bowl of icecubes, a few large needles, some topical pain cream and a small box. When I lay down between her legs, she was puzzled. "You just shaved me yesterday," she said, not realizing what I had brought in. "I don't think I need it yet."

"I'm not going to shave you," I replied, holding an ice cube to one cunt lip. She cringed and asked me what I was doing. "Your earrings look so good, I thought I'd give you a matching set down here."

She sat up suddenly and tried to pull away. "Honey, relax, this won't hurt anymore than your ears hurt." In fact, her ears hardly had hurt at all, so mollified, she lay back on her elbows and watched me. After icing up the left lobe, I spread the pain cream on both sides, then grabbed the needle. Aiming carefully to a spot about 1/3 of the way down and about one third-inch in from the edge, I thrust the needle through. Bonnie gasped and cried and tried to jerk away. I held her as best I could with my elbows until the pain cream worked its magic and she settled down. Removing the needle, I opened the box and removed the small silver labia ring and hooked it on. "There," I said, pulling back. "How's that look?"

She looked down between her legs and seemed fascinated by the shiny ring. It was nearly a full circle, ending in two small silver globes. One of the globes unscrewed, so the ring could be slipped through the hole in her labia. "It's beautiful," she breathed. "Can I get a stud in my naval too?"

"Sure," I said, pleased that she liked it. Within two weeks, she had labia rings through both lips and a clit ring hanging down over the hood, plus a silver belly button pin. When I fucked her, the slapping of these tiny bits of jewelry help her to reach new levels of orgasm. Next, I'm going to pierce her nipples. I haven't told her about that yet.

Saturday, I woke up next to Bonnie and decided it was time for me to introduce her to the joys of buttfucking. She had been sleeping with the buttplugs and the No. 7 was nearly as large around as my own member. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Peeing caused my morning hard-on to diminish somewhat, but I knew it would soon be coming back strong. 

Gently, I woke her and told her I had another surprise for her. I had her roll over on her stomach, then coaxed the buttplug out of her ass. The puckered ring didn't entirely close, of course, as she was nicely stretched out. She suspected what I was up to and turned and looked over her shoulder at me, but didn't complain. I retrieved the KY jelly out of the nightstand and generously coated my dick, which swelled in anticipation. Then I smeared some of the lubricant in and around her asshole. "Dad, will this hurt?"

"No, honey. You're stretched out well enough so that it will only feel good," I replied, hoping that was true. I had her tuck her knees up under her to give me the best angle. Steering my now-hard cock toward her gaping opening, I eased the head into her. She sucked her breath in past her clenched teeth, expecting pain. I pushed and the head popped inside easily. The buttplugs had done their job. "How does that feel?" I asked her.

"It makes me feel full, like the plugs," she said. "But it doesn't really hurt."

"Good," I said and pushed into her another two inches. She gasped then, startled by the girth of my member. If I hadn't come twice last night, I'd probably have erupted right now, she was so tight. The jelly helped me to ease into her slowly until my balls bounced gently against her wet cleft. Then I began to fuck my daughter up the ass. She settled in under me and soon was a willing participant, pushing back as I thrust forward. As I pounded her, I reached down between her legs, found her engorged clit and began rubbing it. The double sensation of being filled and stimulated caused her to erupt in a giant orgasm just as I exploded within her.

Panting, I pulled my softening cock free of her and lay down next to her. "How was that?"

"Oh, Daddy, that was strange and sexy and exciting. It felt so nasty."

"Did it hurt?"

"No, not really. I guess I must be stretched out enough, huh?"

That night, we went out to dinner. I made her insert both the No. 7 buttplug and the dildo, firmly strapped into place. Of course, I wouldn't let her wear panties under her thigh-length skirt. Walking behind her into the restaurant, I could see her trying to hide the exaggerated walk that seemed to announce to the world that she was full of cock. Most people, however, probably thought she was walking oddly for other reasons – perhaps a lacrosse injury. Bonnie sat across from me in the booth, flashing a bit of the tops of her thighs as she slid in. "I'm so embarrassed, Dad," she whispered. "I don't know why I let you talk me into this."

"Doesn't it make you feel funny in your stomach?"

She looked down at her menu. "Yesss," she whispered. "But what if someone sees us?"

"Just be cool and no one will." With that, we did our best to ignore the shared secret and order dinner. Bonnie was too full of cock to eat much and declined the dessert tray when it was offered – unheard of for most teenagers.

After paying the bill, I slid out of the seat and helped her up. Again, she couldn't help but flash a bit of skin where her leg met her body. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. In the car, I made her flip up her skirt so I could see her naked pussy. "Oh, Daddy! Do I have to?" she asked, looking around the parking lot. 

"No one will see you. Do it for daddy." Sighing, she did as she was told, giving me a great view of her bald cunt, stuffed with the dildo and framed by the straps. Her clit ring winked in the lot lights. She squirmed on the seat from the pressure of the large buttplug in her ass. An idea occurred to me, but I didn't want to do anything here in the restaurant parking lot. Starting the car, we drove west, away from our house. "Dad, where are we going?"

"I've got another surprise for you," I said.

She tried to get me to tell her what was in store for her, but I refused. We drove for about 15 minutes, until we arrived at the trailhead of one of our hiking spots. "You want to go hiking now?" Bonnie asked, incredulously. There was no one else around. "No," I said. "I want to fuck you in the car."

Bonnie looked around. "Here? What if someone comes?" 

"Then we'll stop. Don't worry. We'll be careful." With that, I told her to get into the back seat. She climbed over the seat while I opened the door and came into the back. I leaned back against the door and made her lie with her back against me, nestled between my legs. I reached down between her legs and flipped the skirt out of the way, then began to stroke her clit. That sensation, combined with the stuffed feeling she had in both orifices, caused her to rise quickly toward an orgasm. She spread her legs apart for me and settled back, enjoying the feeling I gave her. Within seconds, she came hard and groaned aloud.

I let her rest a few minutes, then turned her around on the seat and had her lay back. Carefully, I unsnapped the dildo and removed it, followed by the buttplug. It was hard to remove and by the light of the moon, I could see it had left her ass wide open. I intended to use both holes tonight. Pulling her toward me, I had her get up on her knees and straddle my hard cock. She sat down on it quickly, for her pussy was stretched nicely. While she rode me, I unbuttoned her blouse and moved her bra aside so I could finger her nipples. Bonnie thrust her head back and relished the electricity flowing between her cunt and her breasts. We kissed like the lovers we were; our father-daughter feelings had long been buried. I wanted to come in her, but not yet. I waited until she had her orgasm, then held her tight down against my still-hard cock while she came down from her euphoria.

Then, raising her up by her armpits and bringing her closer to me, I positioned my cock at her back entrance and slid her down over it. She was still tight, but it felt wonderful. Bonnie writhed on me, pushing her clit up against my stomach and humping herself toward another orgasm. I could feel my balls twitching and after a few strokes, I came hard, flooding her bowels with my fluid. She came again too from the pressure of her clit against my body and we clung together. Afterwards, I reinserted her plug and dildo while she just lay there, dazed. She was so cute and obedient – the perfect daughter. 

I purchased the nipple rings a few days later while Bonnie was at school. I waited until Friday night to show them to her. She paled and said she had enough piercings, thank you. I could see she was afraid of the pain. Yet she fingered the delicate jewelry of the nipple rings longingly. I told her she was being afraid for nothing, as it wouldn't hurt any more than it had when I put her rings on her genitals. Finally I convinced her by telling her that I would pierce one nipple only during an orgasm, so she would be distracted, and that I'd use all the precautions necessary.

She agreed and lay down naked on the bed, shivering slightly. I got the equipment I needed, then slid the vibrator up into her cunt. While it was on the low setting, I spread the pain cream on her right nipple. Then I held an ice cube to her to numb it up. After a few minutes, I reached down and switched the vibrator to medium. Now Bonnie was beginning her journey to a powerful orgasm and she lost herself in the feeling. I gave her a few more minutes to climb that mountain, then switched it to high. She arched her back and started to cum. At the same time, I removed the ice, grabbed a needle and, aiming carefully, thrust it through the base of her right nipple. 

She screamed, both in the onslaught of the orgasm and from the pain. I held her as she shook, tears flowing from her eyes onto the bed. I switched off the vibrator. Finally, she settled down and lay back, exhausted. I left the needle in place as I cleaned up the blood that had trickled out, then rotated the needle around to widen the hole. She sucked air through her teeth and asked me to stop.

"Almost finished now, hon." Quickly, I removed the needle and slipped in the delicate nipple ring. It was a small circle, made of silver, about the diameter of a dime, that hung just below the part that slipped into the hole in her nipple. It was beautiful. I had Bonnie sit up and she admired it. She said she liked it, despite the pain.

I put the next nipple ring on two days later, following the same procedure. This time, Bonnie said it didn't hurt as much. Now she had two rings to join the other jewelry adorning her body. But I wasn't done with her yet. I started to introduce her to pleasure/pain a bit more in our lovemaking. For example, I would fasten a fine chain in the shape of a "Y" to her nipple rings, then run it down until I could clip it to her clit ring. The chain was cut to fit, so it just the right length to pull her nipples down and the hood over her clit up while we fucked. To minimize the pain, she had to curl up slightly. Because she controlled the amount of pain she felt while receiving pleasure, she was able to heighten her orgasms. Later, using a chain that was actually two chains held together in the middle, I would clip her nipple rings, then run the chain through her clit ring and clip the ends to each labia ring, pulling them up and apart slightly. When we fucked, it gave her an additional sensation and it opened her up more to my thrusting cock.

One day, after clipping on this chain, she had me get up and she hobbled to the end of the bed and leaned over, holding her hands against the wooden footboard. I could see immediately the effect this position would have on her so I fucked her hard from behind, while she braced herself. As I pounded her, the chain would pull her nipples, cunt hood and labia lips, confusing her brain between the pleasure/pain stimulus. She really started to like this added dimension to our lovemaking.

It wasn't a far step from this to bondage and discipline. I bought a paddle at the adult store that has leather on one side and soft fur on the other. Now, when Bonnie assumes the position at the end of the bed, chains in place, I spank her bottom with the leather side, alternating with the soft side, until her bottom is bright pink and she's shuddering from a near-orgasm. When I plunge into her in one quick thrust, she comes immediately, even as she screams from the pain of my thighs bouncing off her ass and the yanking of her rings on her tender parts.

I've given up any pretense of having a normal life now. Our depraved sex life is our life. Because I work at home, using the computer, I don't have to be in any particular town, so after Bonnie graduated, I sold our house. We moved to a more remote location in the South where we can explore our fantasies more thoroughly. I bought a farmhouse on 50 acres, well away from the neighbors. I chose it because it had a great basement. Within weeks of moving in, Bonnie and I had made a nice little dungeon. It was great working side by side with my daughter – me, dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt and her, naked, with one or more plugs in her, as we hammered nails and hung drywall. I got a kick out of fucking her while she was sweaty and covered with construction dust.

Her conditioning continues. She is learning to come from the pain as well as the pleasure, although I make sure she had plenty of the latter. Because it's often warm here, Bonnie rarely wears clothes anymore. But she always wears her jewelry. She now sports a silver ring in her nose that rests gently on her upper lip. I needed that to fasten a chain from nose to cunt, through the nipple rings. Now when I fuck her on her back, she has to keep her head forward slightly to relieve the pressure. Often she gets carried away and jerks back, so the pain will heighten her orgasm. I also use the nose ring to tie the leash to when I need to lead her around. 

She's 19 now, but still only weighs about 100 pounds. This makes her very pliable. She loves me dearly and would do anything for me. I enjoy hanging her from the ceiling by her arms, the balls of her feet just touching the floor. Then I whip her with a soft leather cat-o-nine tails. It won't break the skin, but it leaves red welts. I love to fuck her while she's still crying from the pain. 

Bonnie wears leather cuffs now so I can clasp her hands behind her at a moment's notice. Once, after fastening her wrists, I leaned her back against the couch and inserted the buttplug – she's up to No. 9 by now – and the vibrator into her pussy and strapped it into place. I turned it on low. She squirmed, wondering what I was up to. She watched as I hooked a chain around my waist and with the slack end, pulled her close and clipped it to her nose ring. There was only about 2 feet of slack, forcing her face to be near my dick at all times. That was fine while I was sitting on the couch – she could relax and enjoy the throb of the vibrator. But when I rose to get something from the fridge, she had to waddle along beside me, legs pushed apart and her head held low so it wouldn't painfully jerk her nose. Then I'd go back and sit down. Later, I had to pee, and she had to watch, her face a foot away, as my golden stream poured into the bowl. 

Of course, I encouraged her to lick me while we were seated and she was happy to, especially since there wasn't much else to do while waiting for her orgasm to build. She licked my hard cock until my balls ached. With her hands behind her back, Bonnie was at bit of a disadvantage. She couldn't hold onto the base of my cock like she usually did. She was becoming an expert cocksucker by now, so she kept plunging her mouth over my erection, taking me deeper into her throat. "Yes, honey, that's it, Daddy's about to come now," I told her, encouraging her to step up her efforts. Her mouth slapped wetly around my cock as I felt the orgasm near. Her face was bouncing off my pubic hair, her throat opened up fully to accommodate me. With a rush, I came hard, filling her throat with cum. She choked and pulled back, then swallowed as much as she could of my fluid. Some ran down her chin and onto her breasts.

That was when I really became dissatisfied with my lack of sperm – I didn't feel like a real man. I wanted Bonnie to taste my sperm, not just the empty fluid that surrounded it. The next day, I made an appointment with a doctor to have my vasectomy reversed. He cautioned me that it may not be 100 percent effective, but I didn't really care as long as some sperm was present. 

The operation went well and while I was recovering, I had Bonnie go on the pill. I certainly didn't want her to get pregnant, especially by her dad. I went back to the doctor after two weeks and had my sperm count tested – the operation was a success! My sperm count was back up to near normal for a man my age. 

It was nearly a month before Bonnie and I were able to make love again. The first time that I came inside her, I felt like a real he-man. I had made it special for us – I fastened her wrist bracelets to leather ankle cuffs, forcing her knees up to her chest, then I attached the double chain from her nose ring to her labia rings, threading them through both nipple and clit rings. Then I blindfold her. My hard-on was raging even before I thrust into her. She was excited as well – her cunt seemed to grasp me into her. She told me she was ovulating, which really fired up my imagination. I could pretend she wasn't on the pill and would get pregnant when I shot into her.

With all that going on, is it any wonder that we had the best sex of our lives? I can't wait to see what I'll dream up next.

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