5 comments/ 62538 views/ 14 favorites Heather's Night Man By: JuliaHart The evening was typical of so many others. Heather cuddled against her father, her eyes glued to the TV, watching her favorite show. Each Saturday evening the two of them followed the same ritual. First Heather made popcorn. Then she propped herself against a fluffy pillow. When she felt comfortable, she opened her arms so her father could join her. He always did. The "Night Man" was in its second season, still not a hit, but gathering steam as a small cadre of loyal followers spent an hour each week, eyes fastened to the screen as the hero awoke in the darkest part of the night to dash off in search of some poor soul to rescue. Tonight, a poor girl, barely old enough to leave home had missed her ride from work. Forced to walk to her home alone, she jumped at every sound. First it was a cat, then a man returning home drunk. Eventually the true danger arose in the form of four brutes who circled her in a menacing manner. Just as a tall and particularly ugly thug grabbed her arm, the "Night Man" appeared. He spun around a few times and dispatched the muggers. Of course, the "Night Man" carried the distraught girl to his apartment. As they stepped over the threshold of the squalid residence, the "Night Man" encircled the slender woman in his strong arms. In a similar manner, Heather's father, Justin Benson held her. The two of them lay on the couch, their eyes on the TV show, their bodies connected like two pretzels. "Daddy. Do you have a stick in your pajamas?" Heather asked. "No. It's something else." "It's not a stick all right. Smoother. Hey it's your pee-pee. Hard as a rock. "Yes it is sweetie," her father said. "Why's it so hard? How could you ever pee with it this way? You'd shoot straight up toward the ceiling." Justin dug his face into his daughter's bare shoulder. His shoulders shook with laughter. His face rubbed against the girl's smooth skin, and the thin strap of her nightie eased down her shoulder. "Quit the baby girl act, sweetheart. You know what it is. Maybe you've never touched one before, but those books you've read must've mentioned it." Heather released the penis that had prodded her from behind just moments earlier. She tossed her long blond hair out of the way so her father could bury his face deeper into her shoulder. "I know. I've read so many books, but they're just words. I've never felt any of them. I wish there was a knight out there, riding a white horse, to sweep me away in strong arms. We'd make love all night long." "I'm sure that would be the most wonderful thing in the world," her father said. "I can only imagine how wonderful it would be to make love to you, my little girl." She turned around to face her father. As she moved, the strap of her garment slid off her shoulder, revealing a small, perfectly round breast. She placed her arms around his neck, studying him. "Oh, daddy. Making love to you would be incredible. I just wish, I meet a man like you, someone I can love with all my heart." "And maybe I'll meet another woman, a good woman this time, someone who won't leave me the way your mother did." His voice choked as he finished the words. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to speak badly of her. She had her reasons. Maybe, it's me." The girl kissed him them. "Oh no daddy. You're wonderful. Mom was a bitch. I remember. Never happy about anything. You'd be the best lover in the whole world. I just wish I wasn't your daughter." "Me too," he said softly. "But really. If you saw me in a bar, would you want to go home with me? Would your heart race with desire? Would you have trouble keeping your hands off me?" Heather laughed. "I have trouble now, silly. Who cares about a bar. I don't go to them anyway. Knowing someone is what makes love work." "Is that why you never go to clubs, never bring handsome men home with you?" "I think it's more than that, something else," she said. Justin pulled back to stare at his daughter. Her femininity hit him like a baseball bat. She was twenty-one and still a virgin. Yet how ravishing she looked. The men should be crawling out of every corner of the house, in the yard, on the street. What had happened? He tried to be objective as he studied the girl. Maybe it was a father's love that made her seem like a goddess in human flesh. Be detached, he told himself. Examine her as a stranger. He tried. This girl, no this woman, stood five-four in stocking feet. When had she changed from a girl into this lovely creature? He shook his head. Be impartial, he reminded himself. Just the facts. Five-four, long blond hair sweeping down her back, smooth tan skin, long legs, small ass with a curve spreading outward, wisps of light hair covering her cunt. Yes, he had seen her pussy--often. Even now, there was nothing under her nightie. Many a time, Justin has sat across from his daughter as she spread her legs revealing the delights within. He knew every detail, every curve, freckle, and dimple. The light hair surrounding her slit hid nothing, even the small bud of a clit had been reached by his probing eyes. He often wondered what it would taste like to flick it with his tongue. He shook his head again. Not the way to think about his own daughter. What kind of a pervert had he become? He shuddered to think that she might know his thoughts, wonder what a sicko she had for a father. He had not known a woman for many months now. How could he be expected to resist such charms? He hesitated telling her to dress more appropriately. He loved her. He wanted her. All these feelings and desires were wrong. And yet . . . . Justin wanted it to continue, just a few more months, until he found a real woman. He wanted to see her flesh unfolded in the morning when she came into the kitchen, her nightgown barely concealing her soft curves. He anticipated the evenings, when they would cuddle on the couch. He would wear his boxer shorts and she a thin teddy. When they touched, he felt a surge of something pass between them. Heather's father tried to ignore his feelings, but today he knew the truth. Nothing could stop his erection when he neared her slender form. He wondered how much she knew, how much that "stick-in-his-shorts" had told her. He hadn't been able to resist pushing it against her. For a second, he thought she had responded. But then she had joked about the whole thing. He would rather die than harm her in any way. Nothing would be worse than hurting her inside where her heart lived. He needed to be more careful, resist the temptation. He remembered the feeling when she touched him. He had felt a jolt race through him. He wanted to feel that way again. As he stared into her eyes, he wondered what thoughts churned behind those blue orbs. He pulled her against his chest. "I love you babe," he said. "I love you too daddy," she responded. The hour was late, so they separated, headed for their bedrooms. At the top of the stairs, Heather turned back to her father. "Daddy. If I need you tonight, will you come to me and comfort me?" "Of course sweetheart. I'll do anything for you. Anything you want." His heart raced. "What's the problem?" "I don't know." Her voice was soft. "Sometimes I have trouble sleeping and wish you were there to hold me all night long." "Oh darling," her father said. "That might be dangerous. You're beautiful and I haven't had a woman for a long time." "I know. Good night." # The week wore on like an itch that couldn't be scratched. Heather had her face buried in her books most of the time. Justin's clients arrived on Monday from Texas and he spent each day in meetings, returning late in the evening to fall asleep on the couch. Thursday was the first evening he actually had time to climb the stairway to his bedroom. A quick shower and he fell asleep naked on top of the covers. He didn't know what woke him up. He sat up naked on his bed, silent, listening. Then he heard it, a voice, Heather's. Without a second thought, he raced to her room. His daughter lay under the covers, her blue eyes wide open, staring at him as he stood over her. "What is it babe?" Justin asked. Heather's face gleamed in the moonlight like a fairy princess, Justin thought. "I need you tonight," she said. "Remember, you promised that you'd hold me if I asked." She spread the covers to let him in. Her father stared at the spot beside her, at her nakedness under the covers, the brown sheen of her side. Her breast caught the light like a beacon from the gods drawing him forward. So, he slid under the covers and held her. "What's bothering you tonight?" he asked. "I'm not sure." Her voice was a whisper, breathy, as though it came from her throat rather than her mouth. "I heard something. It scared me. I knew I needed you." Then he heard it, a sound from downstairs, slightly muffled, as though someone was walking around. A drawer slammed and he held Heather tight against him. "Don't worry," he said softly. "I won't let anything hurt you." Justin rose from the bed to lock the door, jammed a chair under the doorknob, then grabbed an aluminum baseball bat from Heather's closet. He walked to the desk and lifted the phone. No dial tone. The sound of glass breaking reached them from below. Heather's father leaned over a computer that glowed on the desk. He found the Lakewood police web site. The site had an intruder alert where he typed his address to inform the police that someone had broken into his home. Then, he crept back into Heather's bed. His slipped against her naked buttocks, his chest pressed tight to her back, his arm encircling her. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them slightly, his fingers grazing the nipples. "I love you," he said softly. "You're my 'Night Man' daddy," she said. "Don't stop, touch me all over. I want to know your love. I want to feel you squirt into my pussy. Fuck me daddy." His penis hardened and he pushed it against her buttocks, probing, hunting, trying to find entry. She never said anything, just reached back and held it. A jolt like electricity shot through him as she squeezed him, sliding her hand up and down. He stroked her chest, then moved downward over her stomach, between her legs. Heather moved her legs apart and he eased a hand between them. She was so wet, his finger entered her before he realized it had happened. As her firm flesh closed around his digit, she jerked. While Justin spent his energy stroking Heather, she returned the favor. Her hand gripped his penis so tightly, he thought he would come immediately. A creak on the stairs told them that the intruder approached the upper level. Justin pushed forward and his penis slid between Heather's legs. Her hand directed it and he entered her. He felt the tightness of her vaginal wall as it gripped his cock. He pushed in, then pulled back, further and further, he entered her. As he did this, his finger caressed her clit, grazing the side of it at first, rubbing around it. Each time he reached the tip, she jerked and he entered further into her wetness. When he reached her barrier, he stopped. Then with one quick jerk, he plunged all the way inside. "Ah," she gasped, trying not to make a sound, unable to stop. The noise on the steps suddenly ceased. For several seconds, only silence filled the night air. Then the creaking began again, closer and closer. Justin was beyond thinking, pounding back and forth into his precious daughter. He heard the doorknob rattle, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop. Heather was gasping now, her sighs and groans growing louder and louder. "Ah. Ah. Don't stop. Fuck me daddy." He could barely think straight. The rattle at the door continued. Would it hold? He reached over and touched the baseball bat. Never stopping his motion, Justin pounded against his daughter's soft ass. Because of her wetness, a sloshing sound permeated the night air. The prowler must have heard it. Even more, he must have heard Heather's cries as they filled the room. "Daddy. Oh. Oh. Daddy. I feel you so deep in me. Don't stop. Don't ever stop." And her father didn't stop. His finger rubbed her clit with fast swipes. His penis penetrated her pussy over and over. In and out. He felt as though he would explode any minute. Would he finish in time? He glanced up and saw the door push into the room. But the chair held. How long would it do so? He needed to stop this craziness, grab the bat and smash the intruder. But his daughter's pussy held him in a vise, a grip of love and passion that nothing could stop. The banging on the door rose in intensity. The sounds of sirens reached their ears. The police. They had almost arrived. "I'm coming daddy. I'm coming. It's so fucking great. So fucking beautiful." Justin's body tensed. He jerked. He shot his seed deep into Heather, hot and untamed. Millions of sperm searched for an egg to fertilize. He leaped from the bed, his cock rock hard standing tall in front of him. With bat in hand, Justin pulled the chair away and ripped the door open. No one was there. He rushed into the hallway. Nothing. Down the stairs. Empty. The prowler had fled. When the police arrived, both Heather and her father were fully dressed, sitting on the couch. The officers searched for the intruder but only found a broken window. Eventually, they left. With their red and blue lights disappearing into the distance, Justin glanced at his daughter sitting beside him on the couch. "What happened?" he asked. "A thief tried to rob us," Heather responded. "You were my 'Night Man' and saved me." "I mean with us, in the bedroom. What did we do? What did I do?" "You loved me daddy, like you always do, but different, like a man with a woman." He buried his face in his hands. "My own daughter. I can't believe it." "But you love me daddy. You just did what a man does when he loves his girl." She laughed. "You fucked me like my knight in shining armor. It was fantastic." "But it was wrong wasn't it. Sick. Perverted." His voice shook as he spoke. "I don't know daddy. It didn't feel wrong. It felt like love." "Well we can't do it again." "Anything you say daddy. I love you." "I love you too," he said. "I need you to hold me again tonight. After all this I'll never get to sleep without you." An hour later, the two of them were naked in Justin's king sized bed. She was on one side and he on the other. "I'm cold," Heather said. "Hold me daddy." So he did. # Heather had an English test the next week so her head once again huddled over her books as she prepared for her examination. Justin threw himself into his work harder than ever. The only time he saw Heather was in the mornings. On Wednesday, when he sauntered into the kitchen, Heather stood over the stove, leaning forward, her nightie pulled over her ass like an eclipse over the curve of the moon. He stood in the doorway, his eyes riveted to the roundness of her cheeks, the hairs of her cunt glinting in the sunlight. He thought she hadn't heard him, so he remained standing, staring, feeling his loins stirring, remembering the most exciting night of his life. His daughter was no toy to play with and then discard. She was his flesh and blood, the person he loved more than any other. He wanted the best for her. Real life had complications however, things that tore the heart apart. He wanted to run to her and fuck her over and over until she was a slave of his love and passion. But love held him back. "How many eggs do you want?" The words sprang from Heather into the stillness of the morning like the honk of a horn. She knew he stood behind her, studying her. "Two would be perfect," he responded. "Good," she said. "We need to talk." Justin poured himself some orange juice and sat at the table. Heather placed eggs and bacon in front of him and sat down with her own plate. As she leaned over her food, his eyes darted to the smooth surface of her skin, down her neckline to her lovely breasts. He resisted the temptation to touch one of them, stroke the soft warmth wafting up to his face. He imagined her sighs of pleasure. "I've been thinking about the other night," Heather said. "What we did was wrong you know. No society can have fathers do this to their daughters. It makes the family unit unstable." Justin nodded. "Absolutely. And the genetics of deformed babies is a documented fact." "I disagree on that one." Heather's voice took on a didactic tone. "The genetic abnormalities only occur after inbreeding for several generations. Children from brother and sister or father and daughter certainly have some chance of that but it's fairly remote." "OK, professor." Justin laughed. "Still, it's against the law. All of society norms speak against it. Taboo. To even contemplate it is a sickness to most people." "Ok. So if we were lovers, we'd need to hide it." Heather's voice had risen in excitement. "And if we had children, we'd need to go somewhere and pretend we were husband and wife." "Would you like to be my husband?" A soft look spread across Heather's face. "Of course, but it's not that simple. And you, do you want to be my wife?" Heather paused then as if in deep thought. "I do love you in every way like a wife would. Yet . . . ." "It feels a bit creepy doesn't it?" "Yes, it feels wrong." Heather's voice had risen again. "I want you daddy, so much. And yet I have this feeling that it's all wrong. I think maybe we should never fuck again. It's the best thing in the world, but I feel like I am falling down a well now. I don't know what will happen when I hit the bottom." "So it really comes down to feelings." Justin pursed his lips. "We feel wrong about this so we shouldn't pursue it." He slid a hand along Heather's bare leg, feeling the electricity again, yet trying to keep his mind clear. "If that's what you want, fine. I love you babe. I'll do what you want." "But I can't sleep at night now." Heather's voice had a sadness to it. "I wish you could just lay with me at night and hold me. Would that be so wrong?" "No I suppose not," Justin said thoughtfully. "I'll do it sweetheart. And I'll try to be good." "Me too," Heather replied. # Heather had already gone to bed when Justin arrived home from work. After a quick snack and shower, he slipped under the covers next to her. "Nice to see you daddy," she murmured as she opened her arms. He snuggled against her bare chest. His right leg slid between hers. He lay that way for hours, wide awake. Sometime during the night he fell asleep. He awoke swaying back and forth as though he were in a rocking chair. His cock had wedged itself into Heather's butt crack and had pushed further and further into her. "Heather," he whispered. "You awake?" No answer. Relieved, he pulled out of her. He must have been at least two inches into her ass. The sensation had been incredible, but he had made a promise and meant to keep it. Wondering if perhaps her butt hole had become sore, he slipped away and returned with a tube of KY. He slipped a bit on his finger and wondered how to get it into her butt hole. He thought that working it deep inside would ease any pain from the stretching his penis had done to it earlier. The only thing he could think to use was his cock so he covered it with the lubricant and pressed it against her hole. Slowly, he inserted his penis into her hole. He kept telling himself that this wasn't breaking his promise, but rather helping her with the possible pain caused by his earlier mistake. Nevertheless, he was so excited about the prospects of helping her that his cock tingled with pleasure and anticipation. He eased further and further into her anus with a rocking motion. A little in, a little out, further in, a bit out. Nothing was forced. He simply allowed his penis to naturally and with ease slide further and further inside her. Her hole was tight, far tighter than her pussy had been the previous weekend. Heather's Night Man When he was halfway into her butt hole, he suddenly realized that he had already passed the point where he had been earlier. No need to go any further he told himself. The KY had been inserted as far as was needed. Yet he wanted to continue. This activity was not technically "sex" in the traditional sense, more like an enema to clean out her plumbing. No chance of pregnancy. And she was sound asleep. As long as he didn't cause her any pain, who would care or even know. So he continued. When he had pushed his penis as far as it would go, he stopped. His pelvis pressed against her buttocks. His penis jerked inside her as if anticipating the pleasure of shooting his come deep into her. He felt her muscles tighten, clamping on him. Guilt flooded over him. What a selfish bastard he was. Even in her sleep, she should receive some pleasure from this exercise. So he touched her breasts, stroking the soft curves, rubbing the nipples, sliding his hands down her chest, past her belly button to the soft down of her clit hair. During this entire time, he continued to slide his penis slowly out of her, then back inside. Slowly, so slowly, in and out, in and out. He touched her clit and she cried out. He stuck his finger into her pussy and slammed his penis deep into her hole. Her muscles contracted, squeezing his cock so tightly he could not move it. He let it rest deep inside her, pulsating to each of her muscle contractions. And as his finger stabbed her pussy, stroking her clit, her entire body convulsed. Her butt muscles gripped him like a vise. Heather cried out. "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me in the ass." Justin pushed his penis as far as he could, deep inside her. He pulled his daughter toward him, his finger deep in her pussy, pressing her buttocks against his pelvis. He tried to slide back and forth, but her sphincter muscles had fastened onto him. Her muscles had lost control, tightening, then loosing, tightening, keeping time to the strokes on her clit. Justin didn't know how long he could hold out before he shot his juices into his daughter's ass. "I'm coming daddy. Oh. This is so fucking good." His cock jerked with spasms as one load after another of hot sperm shot deep into her ass. Justin fell asleep, his penis still hard, tightly encased inside Heather's buttocks. As the night wore on, he felt as though he floated on a river of air, high above the world, no work, no pain, no struggle, just the lazy motion of the clouds as they tumbled around him. Something wrapped itself around his penis. It held his cock in a grip that was tight, yet soft. A groan rose from his chest. He felt a slippery motion around his penis and glanced down to see Heather's blond hair between his legs. Her face came into view, then her mouth. She sucked his hardness with far greater skill than he could have imagined. She had probably found a ton of material on Google under "blow-jobs". Justin had no intention of revealing that he was awake. It was her turn to show a little initiative. He thought of how sick they both were. She had pretended to be asleep when he had butt-fucked her. And now he returned the favor. His guilt at what he was doing to his daughter soared within him. But he had no power to stop. Her mouth and tongue possessed a magic that took his breath away. Tender one moment, passionate the next, she sucked and stroked until he knew he would shoot into her lovely mouth at any moment. But he resisted. And soon the reward came. Heather straddled her father, her two legs on either side of him. Slowly she lowered herself onto Justin like an elevator in slow motion. She descended onto his cock. As the wetness of her pussy touched his quivering penis, she stopped as if savoring the moment, intoxicated by the sensation of his pre-cum joining with her pussy juices. With a motion that was almost imperceptible, Heather lowered her body onto her father's cock. As he entered her, he felt the walls of her pussy stretch around his hardness, engulfing it in a velvet cave of warm flesh. Each quiver that raced through her lovely body sent waves of pleasure into his cock. He wondered if he could hold off long enough for her to reach her own climax. When Heather had pressed her pussy as far as it would go, she laid against her father's chest, her small breasts pressed flat against his skin. He felt his body arch as he pressed his cock deeper into her. He wanted to grab her butt and press it against him, but resisted the temptation. Slowly at first and then gaining speed, Heather fucked Justin. Using his chest as leverage, she arched her buttocks upward, sliding out of his penis. Then just before it popped out of her, she slammed downward again, crashing her pelvis hard against him. A sigh of pleasure passed through her. The two lovers lay on top of each other, fucking faster and faster with only one possible outcome. It started with a cry from Heather. "Ah. I'm coming daddy. Give me a baby, daddy. I want you to shoot your cum into me." Justin could resist no longer and released into her vagina. # The next day, the two of them acted as though nothing bizarre had happened, that neither of them had just experienced the greatest fuck of their lives. "How did you sleep," Justin asked when they woke up, side by side the next morning. "Great," Heather responded. "I was out like a light and had the best sleep of my life. Strange dreams though. Can't tell you a word about it. You'd thing I was crazy." Her father laughed. "I might surprise you. I had a weird dream also. Almost a nightmare. Something happened that'd never occur in real life." "What was it?" He reached out and pulled Heather toward him, pressed her breasts against him, and breathed deeply. She smelled like sex. "You'd think I was sick," he said. "Tell me your dream first." "You made love to me," she said. "Only it was different. Not in my pussy." "What other way is there?" "The other hole, the one on my butt." "Wow. You do have strange dreams sweetheart. I dreamt that you laid on top of me and fucked the daylights out of me and then got pregnant." Heather's chin trembled. "Sleeping together like this does strange things to our minds. Maybe we should take sleeping pills next time." "Next time? If this sort of thing happens in our dreams, it's bound to happen for real. We probably shouldn't have a next time. We've got to do something about this." "Like what," she said. "I need your arms around me now. I can't sleep any other way." Justin pulled back to study his daughter. "Well, maybe you should take a sleeping pill. That way at least one of us will get some sleep." "If I took one, you could anything to me, anything at all." "You could too -- if I took a pill. But I trust you sweetheart. You'd never hurt me." Justin kissed his daughter, opening his mouth so their tongues connected. "I could do anything to you daddy, couldn't I, anything at all?" "Sure. I know you love me, so I'm not worried." "Ok, daddy. I'll do it. I'll take a sleeping pill tonight. Then tomorrow it's your turn." "Sure," Justin said. Heather had hidden one little thing from her father. He didn't know that the sleeping pill Heather took was fake. Justin waited an hour before he made his move. "Heather. You awake?" No response. He pressed against her buttocks in what is termed "spooning." Her softness and warmth aroused him and his cock hardened. Heather snored softly, apparently dead to the world under the influence of the sleeping pills. Justin pressed into Heather's buttocks, and she moved her legs apart. Sliding between her limbs, his penis reached her pussy. Drenched in cunt juice, he had little trouble inserting his cock into her. But as he proceeded to push deep within his daughter, the nature of his actions crashed down on him. This was little more than rape, he told himself. She had no knowledge of what he was doing. How could this be love? If she didn't know about it, then it was no different from fucking a slab of steak or a roast. Suddenly, he became limp. His exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep. # Heather woke the next morning and watched as the first rays from the sun streaked across her bedroom floor. Her father faced her, his cock pressed into her soft flesh inches above her pussy. She turned to her father and asked, "Daddy, did you sleep well? I thought you'd satisfy your needs last night while I slept." She pointed at his throbbing erection. "From the looks of things, you didn't relieve yourself in my pussy." 'You said I could do anything," her father responded. "Maybe I ravished you but want even more now." She lifted her leg to reveal her pussy. The cunt lips pouted as though from disappointment. Heather dipped a finger into her crevice. "No sperm daddy. Were you too tired to fuck me?" "Maybe I cleaned you up afterward." His penis had slipped down to where it lay against the outer lips of Heather's vagina. She shifted her body and he slipped into her, just the smallest amount, not even enough for the head to be fully encased. Her pussy lips pulled at him, inviting him further into her. "No daddy. You didn't. You never made love to me. I know how it feels to be fucked. Satisfied. Fulfilled. This is like seeing a candy bar and never getting to taste it." She slid toward him and kissed him on the lips. As she did so, her pussy opened to receive more of him. He was now a good two inches inside her. Justin used every ounce of will power to restrain from slamming his full length all the way into her. He felt as though events had moved too fast, that he needed time to think. Something wrong had happened, not love, another kind of power. A kind of desperation gripped him. He wanted Heather more than anything he had ever wanted before. Yet it wasn't like floating on a cloud the way he had always imagined. This was a well, a deep cistern, and he was falling and tumbling against the smooth sides, out of control toward the darkness far below him. He lost his erection and slipped out of his daughter. A tear rolled down the girl's cheek. "I have a busy day today daddy. I'll see you tonight." # Justin took a sleeping pill that night. He never really swallowed it. He tucked it in his cheek until Heather turned her face so he could spit the pill onto the floor. Minutes later, he actually did fall asleep. Justin woke in total darkness. He lay flat on his back and could hear a dog barking next door. At first that was the only sound. A slight breeze blew through an open window. The dog quieted and silence filled the night like the quiet of a cemetery after the caretakers leave for the night, and the tombstones reflect their gray shapes on the newly mown grass. Then he heard a sloshing sound, like liquid. A substance like warm putty covered his chest, down his torso, past his belly button and around his cock. He reached out to touch it, but his hands were tied. Someone licked the material on his chest. He could barely make out the shape of Heather. What strange game was she playing? "What's going on?" he asked. "I'm no longer your daughter," Heather said. "You're my slave now daddy." "This is weird sweetheart." "You're supposed to be asleep daddy." "The pill must not have worked." "I found it on the floor. You never took it. So I tied you up." "You never took yours either." "I took it, but my pill was fake." "At least free my hands." "Ok. Promise you won't stop me." Justin nodded. After Heather untied his hands, she continued eating the substance spread over him. He stuck his finger into it and touched his tongue. Chocolate pudding. Harmless. He lay back and tried to enjoy the experience. She ate the pudding, licking and sucking past his chest down to his crotch area. "You're my 'Night Man' daddy, just like the TV show. I want to spend all night with you, eating you, loving you. I can't get enough." He jerked to a sitting position when her mouth surrounded his penis. In a relatively short time she had become an expert, sliding up and down, sucking, swirling her tongue over the tip. The circumstances of the evening were bizarre to the extreme, but his body became aroused. "I'm about to come sweetheart," he said. "I want to be inside you." Heather straddled her father and lowered herself onto his rock-hard cock. Her pussy dripped juices onto him in anticipation of the penetration. Because of her tight cunt, the process of pushing down on him was slow but pleasurable. He felt surround by her, a warm clinging pressure much like a wet rubber glove. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to him until they were tight against each other. Her vaginal muscles gripped his hardness with pressure that alternated in intensity. He erupted inside her. Load after load of sperm shot deep into her. # At breakfast the next day, Justin stumbled downstairs to another breakfast of bacon and eggs. After the meal, he placed his hand on Heather's arm. "We need to talk. This isn't working, the sleeping pills, sex every night. We're doing things I never dreamed would happen." A tear rolled down Heather's cheek. "You won't sleep in my bed any more. Is that it?" "Yes." His voice was soft. "How will I sleep then?" Heather's father ran his hand through her long hair. "You'll need to take the sleeping pills for a while until you get used to being alone. Don't worry. I'll watch out for you, just not in your bed." An hour after Heather had swallowed her sleeping pill, Justin peeked into her room. The sun had shone through the windows all day, creating a wall of heat that pushed toward him like an invisible wall. He glanced at Heather's bed. She lay on top of the bedspread, legs spread like a giant pair of scissors. A tiny bead of perspiration slid down her stomach toward her pussy. He sat on the bed next to her and stared into her face. Just a few short years earlier, she had learned to ride a bicycle, worn her first bra, graduated from high school. And now she had become a lovely woman, a creature of warmth, intelligence, and passion. He had fallen in love with her. Heather's chest rose and fell. With each breath her breasts opened toward him. He reached down and touched one of them, cupping the soft mound in his hand. With thumb and first finger, he rubbed her nipple. She sighed and opened her legs wider. Justin stared at her pussy, opened before him like the rose petals of the flowers along the front porch. A smell wafted toward him, sweet and delicious. He leaned over her stomach. His nose rested inches from her cunt. Her smell had grown stronger now, overpowering him. He shook his head as though to clear his mind, but merely pushed his face into her wetness. Heather sighed again. Her juices eased out of her toward the bedspread. Justin moved his mouth closer and flicked the bottom of her crack with the tip of his tongue. The taste shot fire into his brain. His cock quivered and hardened. He wanted her more than life itself. Yet it was all wrong. He should leap from the bed and run to his own room. But his legs wouldn't move. Only his tongue had energy as it darted back and forth, in and out, like a snake searching for food. Heather provided him with nourishment, sustenance. He had bathed her when she was but a child, fed her growing up. And now she returned the favor, providing him with the vitality he had lacked for so long. How could anyone resist, he told himself? He sucked on her cunt, licking it, kissing it, his hunger insatiable. Her sighs had become groans and she pushed upward against his mouth, meeting the strokes of his tongue with pelvic thrusts. He removed his clothes and his cock danced in the air. Drops of pre-cum glistened on the tip. Justin spread Heather's legs even further and placed his penis at her entrance. Then slowly he entered her. Her need was great and with an upward jerk, she pushed him completely into her. He lay heavy on top of her without moving, as she quivered and gyrated beneath his weight. Then slowly almost imperceptibly, he eased out of her. He kept his chest against hers enjoying the softness of her. Turning his head, he kissed her neck. She turned her head and their tongues met. Justin felt fire in Heathers mouth, a hunger that equaled the need between her legs. He slammed into her, grinding his groin into her wetness and desire. She responded with equal passion by pressing her feet against the bed and driving her pussy upward to meet his thrusts. He grunted his pleasure and he pushed deep into her. "Ah," she cried. "I love you so." Their cries became louder as they grew more desperate in their need. The heat in the room was like a sauna. Perspiration dripped off their bodies. Justin's hair was matted against his head. He pushed up so he could stare into Heather's eyes. "You woke me daddy. I'm glad you did. So glad you wanted me." "I can't resist you sweetheart," he said in a hoarse voice. "I've never loved anyone like this before." Justin continued to push into her, feeling himself ride the wave of his desire, close, so close. He wanted to wait for her first, to hear her screams of joy and pleasure. He thought he might not be able to last. One last push into his daughter finally did it. She screamed. "Daddy. Oh my precious darling. I'm coming. Oh this is so good, so wonderful. Don't stop. Push harder." Her body jerked as the wave of pleasure passed through her. Her pussy contracted, gripping Justin tightly. He shot his sperm deep into her, then fell on top of her sweaty form. Soon they were fast asleep. Justin woke up in the stillness of the night. "You awake?" he asked. "Yes." 'I messed up didn't I," he said. "I meant to let you sleep. You were so beautiful. I couldn't leave you alone, like I had no control over myself." "I know," she said. "That's cause you love me daddy. That's why we're perfect together." "I'm so sorry," he said. "I can't do what I promise anymore. I'll probably always try to fuck you, the rest of your life." Heather sat up and pushed the hair out of her father's face. "It's all right father. This isn't sick and dirty. It's true love. Most people only dream of what we have. It's everything all the stories say it is. Only it's between us, father and daughter."