6 comments/ 82915 views/ 11 favorites Larkwood By: celticgold The sooty London air felt like the embrace of an old friend as James jumped from the train onto the crowded platform of people. He had been out of the country for six long years, stationed by the royal military in India. He had accepted the position in the distant land after the death of his beloved wife and felt the need to get away from the memories that haunted him. He had dumped his young twelve-year-old daughter at a prestigious boarding school and fled the country. Now he was back and ready to reunite with his little girl and start life over. The thick and crowded streets felt like a dream as he wandered in a trancelike state, his feet automatically traversing the familiar streets towards the boarding school he had seen only once six years ago when he had left his daughter Sarah crying after him to take her with him. His heart broke as he walked away from those cries, from those eyes that were so like his dead wife's. Before his wife had died trying to give birth to their son he had spoiled his daughter rotten. She had been his little angel, all curling white blond hair and big green eyes. He would give her anything she asked. She had never let it go to her head though, more often than not she would just want to sit on his lap and have her read to her, or when she got older read to him. In the summer they had gone to their estate in the country and he had tramped all across the countryside with her on his shoulders. It had been a magic time for all of them. But he had not even heard from his daughter in almost three years. She had stopped writing since he seldom replied to her many letters. The headmistress of the private school for girls sent him updates saying she was doing well in her studies but was shy and withdrawn from most of the other girls. James was pulled out of his thinking by the sight of a group of prostitutes huddled in a darkened alley. The light was just starting to fade and the nightlight of the city was stirring. James ignored the come hither glances of the scantily clad women. He had not felt a stirring for a woman since his wife and the low cut bodices of the women's dresses did nothing to change that. He walked a few more blocks and was not far from the school now. He decided to take a shortcut between two buildings through another shaded alley. The alley was empty as he walked down past the boxes of garbage and refuse being careful not to soil his clothing. Ahead of him a back door to one of the buildings opened and a maid backed out carrying two heavily filled ash bins. Her sleeves were rolled up to reveal silky white flesh that was streaked with soot. She tried to negotiate the steep stone steps down into the alley but her feet were tangling in her too large dress. Sighing in aggravation she looked around quickly. Without knowing why James ducked into the shadows behind a large bin of trash to keep out of her sight. His heart was beating oddly in a way it hadn't in years. Having assured the alley was empty the maid put down her heavy load and pulled up the long skirt and tied it around her waist. James felt a tightening in his pants as he gazed at her shapely calves and thighs. In the heat of the London summer she had obviously ignored wearing her stockings and bloomers. Although he had seen many naked women bathing in India none had stirred him, now just a glimpse of this maid's uncovered legs was making his cock pulse and sweat start to bead on his face. He watched as she bent over to set the pails down causing her already pulled up skirt to inch even higher just a fraction of an inch from exposing her ass. James wondered if she was wearing any undergarments at all. He stroked himself through the cloth of his pants as he watched her. She stretched then wiped her forehead with her arm, resting after her exertion carrying the heavy buckets. She reached up and took off the white maids cap and unpinned her hair. Long honey colored waves dropped down to below her waist. James bit his lip as a sudden wave a blinding lust rushed through his veins. He couldn't seem to stop himself as he freed his straining cock from his pants and began pumping it. He pictured shoving the maid up against the wall hiking up her skirt and seeing if she really was bare underneath. He could picture sinking himself into her while she struggled. The image was so provocative and compelling he almost came right then. The power of his lust after seven years of abstinence was too much, without a sound he crept up behind the maid who was now emptying the bins into a pile of old ash. He grabbed her around the waist covering her mouth before she could scream. He didn't bother saying anything as he reached under her skirts to feel her bare ass under his hand. He moaned at the feel of the soft flesh. He knew it was wrong and had never done anything like this, but the power of his need was so strong he had lost complete control. He squeezed her silky ass then moved his fingers to run along the cleft in between her smooth thighs. The folds were silky and warm and he shuddered at the feel. He could feel her shaking and could feel tears on the hand that covered her mouth, but he couldn't stop himself. He pushed a finger into her tight opening and felt how hot it was. "I'm sorry," he whispered but he couldn't hold back any longer he separated her folds and placed the head of his cock at the opening of her tight passage then with the frustration of seven years her rammed into her. He felt a barrier for a moment before he broke though it and realized the maid was a virgin. Instead of stopping the knowledge just added to his ragging lust. He thrust into the tight passage in amazement at the exquisite heat. He could feel the maid sobbing, but couldn't stop. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He panted as he rode her. He let go of her mouth to hold her small waits with both hands and he moved even faster, knowing he was close to cumming. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her honey hair and pulled it back so he could see her face as he came. Large green eyes swimming in tears met his gaze. For a moment time seemed to stop as recognition filled the eyes and his brain tried to gasp the impossible truth. "Papa?" The syllables fell from her mouth like pebbles into the silent moment. "Sarah?" James looked into the face of his daughter as his cock was still imbedded in her tight passage. "Oh God, Sarah..." But it was too late to stop his release. Squeezing his daughter to him and closing his eyes he gave several last hard thrust and his seed shot into her hot, tight body. Neither one of them moved for several minutes. James's heart was pounding and he felt simultaneous revulsion and a bone deep calm he hadn't felt in years. He withdrew from her slowly and shoved his cock back in his pants. "Sarah..." But he didn't know what to say. She stood and faced him and for the first time since he entered the alley he saw her face clearly. She was defiantly his Sarah, but the child he had left was now more a woman than a girl. At eighteen her white blond hair had deepened into a thick honey shade, her features still looked young and innocent but her body was a man's dream. Her chest was large, but not overly so, her wait was tiny where he was sure he could almost span it with his hands. Her legs were long and tapered and her ass...oh god her ass. James shoved that thought aside as he felt his member twitch in his pants again. Sarah broke the silence, "Why are you here, Papa?" "I have come home. I have come to take you home...to Larkwood." Another silence stretched. "Are we going tonight?" "I had planned on it, yes." James wondered if she was just not going to mention the entire incident that had just transpired before them. A wash of relief swamped him at the idea. They would just pretend like it had never happen, yes that was it! "I shall go pack...you better go in the front door." She pointed around to where the alley opened onto the street and rushed back inside. James stood for a few moments alone in the alley, his thoughts in turmoil. He had just forced himself on his daughter. The thought was horrifying. What was worse was as he walked down the alley he felt his cock twitch again. He had fucked his daughter and he had liked it. Larkwood Ch. 02 The headmistress was a short, chubby lady with graying hair and a grandmotherly like disposition. James felt uncomfortable as she bustled around talking nonstop about what a lovely girl his daughter was. Why just today she had aided the maid Betty with the chores because the young maid had twisted her ankle and couldn't do some of the lifting. James sat waiting making as few comments as possible until the door of the little woman's office opened and Sarah stood with her bags at her feet. She was even more stunning in her own clothes. The maid's outfit had been much too large for her lithe frame, but her schoolgirl's dress hugged her curves. James felt is cock start to throb just looking at her so he turned his attention to the headmistress again. "Thank you for taking such good care of my baby. A carriage should be here by now and it is a long way to Larkwood." He said as he stood and bowed to the woman. "Do be careful on the roads!" the small woman waved and James carried Sarah's bags to the rented carriage and handed them to the driver. He watched as the chubby headmistress gave Sarah a motherly hug and then lifted his daughter into the carriage trying to ignore tingling the contact with her caused in his hands when they spanned her waist. He climbed in behind her and took a seat across from her as the carriage started to move. Neither of them spoke as the carriage traveled though the dark night. Eventually Sarah fell asleep against the side of the carriage and James took a deep breath. He tried to sleep as well but he couldn't stop staring at his daughter. Her dress was pulled tight across her chest and as she slept she tipped to the side and curled on the seat so her dress hiked up some. She was wearing stockings this time, he noticed. His cock started to harden as he pictured her naked but for those stockings. He wondered if she was wearing any other undergarments. He knew some women liked to go without in the heat of summer. He sat for a good hour, his lust and curiosity building each minute. "Sarah," he whispered and when she didn't stir, a little louder he said, "Sarah." Still she gave no response. He determined she was deeply asleep and ever so slowly he reached across the carriage and pinched the end of her dress in his fingers. Slowly, so slowly he raised it, revealing her shapely leg an inch at a time. He was sweating by the time he reached her thigh where her stockings ended and bare skin began. He tried to control his breathing as his slipped his hands under her skirts; he could lift them no further because she was laying on them, and skimmed his fingers up over the smooth skin of her thighs. He inwardly groaned as he reached her firm ass to find it was bare as well. He slid his fingers down to her slit and felt her lips. He explored them with his nimble fingers and found her little nub of pleasure. He rubbed against it momentarily and froze as Sarah moaned a little in her sleep. She did not wake but her lips became moist beneath his fingers. He slid one finger into her tight passage and she moaned a little in her sleep again. James added another finger and began to move them slightly. His daughter wriggled on the seat and moaned again, but she remained asleep. Removing his fingers he continued to explore. Her hair down there was surprisingly soft and silky, he petted it and felt her lips get more wet. He ran his fingers through the liquid and then explored further back. He felt the small little hole of her ass and as he ran his finger over it he heard her moan a little again. Intrigued and turned on more than he had been ever in his life he put a little pressure on the hole with his slippery finger. The tight hole opened slowly and James forced just the tip of his finger into the impossibly tight space. In her sleep Sarah gave a little cry and a surge of wetness coated the palm of his hand from her vagina. Slowly James extricated his hand and replaced her skirts and moved back to his own seat. He was shaking with lust. He licked her juices from his fingers as he freed his cock with the other. With the palm of his hand still dripping with her wetness he rubbed it on his cock, feeling her hot moisture coat him. He pictured sliding his hard cock into his daughter's pussy and making her beg him for her release then without her suspecting taking it out and shoving it in her tight ass, making her scream in pleasure and pain. His cock pulsed then and he shot hot cum across the carriage landing on the bodice of his daughter's gown. James's head fell back as he put his cock back in his pants. He didn't even bother to try to clean his daughter's dress. He fell asleep moments later. Sarah opened her eyes in a bright bedroom. For a moment she was disoriented, then she recognized the room as the one she had spent so much time in as a girl. Nothing had changed although she hadn't visited her family's summer house in years. She had almost lost hope of her father ever coming back and ever getting to come here again. That thought brought back all the memories of the day before. She didn't know what to think. She knew what sex and lovemaking were. The girls at school gossiped about it although none of them had ever experienced anything with a boy, except for one girl who had kissed a kitchen boy on the back stairs and said it was the most amazing feeling. But other than that Sarah knew very little. She had just turned eighteen and had noticed boys and men looking at her when she was on outings with the girls, but she had never paid any attention. Sarah had always been a little shy at heart and didn't like being the center of attention. She had liked the way her papa had been looking at her in the carriage yesterday though. She had been so scarred that evening in the alley when her papa had come up behind her and shoved himself into her. She had thought the pain would tear her apart. But to her shock it had started to feel good, which had made her cry even more in shame. When her papa had pulled her hair back and looked at her she had felt a little thrill had shot though her and again when his cream had shot in her. Sarah felt her face burn, she should be humiliated and hurt and disgusted, but instead she felt thrilled and excited...she wanted it again. The problem lay in that she didn't know how to get her papa to tough her again. She knew he felt guilty and disgusted but he had been looking at her in the carriage in a way that made her toes curl. She decided she would be patient and figure out the best way to seduce her papa. She didn't have much in the way of clothes. She had been given an allowance over the years, but, unlike many of the other girls who had used this on increasing their wardrobe beyond their school uniforms and church clothes, she had put hers aside saving it for a special occasion that never came. Instead she was left with the wardrobe of a prude schoolgirl clothes and overflowing jar full of money and nowhere to spend it. She opened her wardrobe into which her clothing had already been put away while she slept. Sighing over the limited selection Sarah grabbed a grey dress that was identical to at least two others, just varying slightly from grey to bark blue to black. It was a very melancholy looking closet. Sara opened a drawer to put on one of the blouses designed to be worn under the dress then buttoned up the garment. She didn't even look in the full length mirror, knowing she would look the same as she had every day for the last few years. She didn't tie her hair up in the severe bun she normally did however and settled for letting it fall loosely down her back, giving the outfit at least some color. It wasn't until she was opening her door and looked out on the long hallway of rooms opening onto the two story entryway below that it struck her that she was home. Memories from her childhood flooded her. The house filled with laughter and racing barefoot through the halls, playing tag with her father and sliding down the banister when her mother wasn't looking. A wide grin spread across Sarah's face as she tiptoed down the quiet hall forcing herself to move slowly when she really wanted to run. She stopped at the large banister that ran from the top of the long winding stairway to the bottom two floors below. Looking around surreptitiously Sarah made sure no one was watching then with a laugh she swung one leg up over the railing and began to slide. The rush of gravity pulling her quickly down the slick wood made her shriek with joy. For the first time since she entered that stuffy boarding school she felt free. She was so caught up in her fun she forgot to slow herself as she reached the bottom. The banister ended in an engraved section of railing that was not smooth like the rest of the railing. Too late Sarah remembered the rough section and only was able to slow a little as she began to slide over the engraving. The bumps and divots slid across her bum and vagina covered by only the thin silk of her pantalets. The feeling was thrilling instead of painful as the ridges of the wood seemed to massage her lower region. Slowly she came to a stop at the end of the banister shocked at the sensations she was feeling between her thighs. It almost felt like that little thrill she had gotten when her daddy had touched her. She wriggled from side to side and back and forth of the ridges causing ripples of pleasure shoot up her body. She rocked faster and moaned as she felt wetness start to trickle out of her. Suddenly she became aware of her surroundings and quickly jumped from the banister and rushed into the breakfast room her face flaming with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at what she had just discovered. James stood at the top of the stairs almost panting with need. He had been in his bedroom when he had heard his daughters laugh and emerged just in time to see her slide down the railing like she was ten years old again. The sight had brought a paternal smile to his face that was quickly replaced by a surge of male lust as he watched his daughter discover the feeling of the engraved banister on her sensitive lips. Her little moans had nearly undone him completely. He had started stroking himself through his pants as he watched his little girl ride the railing like a siren. His control was about to snap when she seemed to become aware of what she was doing and had rushed off. James walked down the stairs as if in a trace, trailing his fingers over the long banister until he reached the place where Sarah had come to rest. The wood there was warm and even a little wet. With one hand James continued to stroke himself while he bent his head to that spot. Oh god, he could smell her, he ran his tongue over the spot in a vain attempt to capture her essence. It was too much, he felt the need to cum growing in his balls and he quickly dashed into a small alcove where he released his cock from his pants. Stroking his cock rapidly he pictured his little girl riding his rod as wantonly as she had the banister. Groaning he emptied his seed into a thick velvet curtain. He had to rest his head against the wall in order to orient himself. He had never felt such powerful lust in his life. He had to control it, he had to stop it. It was perverted and wrong! His conscience fought the lust of his primitive brain and beat it back so that James was able to straighten his appearance somewhat. Taking a deep composing breath he stepped out of the alcove and headed into the dining room his daughter had fled to. The room was built with the specific intention of catching the morning sun as it was now. Sarah sat at the table her hair transformed into a fiery halo around her head. Her father didn't think he had seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. After their silent carriage ride the day before he didn't know how he was going to break the ice in talking to his daughter, but he needn't have worried. Sarah looked up to see him in the doorway and a smile broke across her face. She quickly stood and ran to him giving him a tight hug. "Good morning Papa!" She said her smile radiating beauty. James realized this was the same way she greeted him when she was younger...only when she was younger he wouldn't feel his cock rising the instant she touched him, or feel the urge to throw her on the table and ravish her sweet body. "Good morning baby girl." James said remembering the old greeting he always used to use. Sarah's arms were still around him and she was looking up expectantly. Then he remembered the other half of their old routine and he felt his cock throb. He lowered his lips to her forehead and gave her a peck, then repeated the process on her nose and then last her mouth. It took every fiber of control in his body not to push her lips apart and sink his tongue into her sweet mouth. Still the connection of their lips lasted several long heartbeats before they broke apart. Was it his imagination or was Sarah's cheeks more flushed then they had been? But the next moment he pushed the thought aside as she gazed up at him with those innocent green eyes. Taking a step back James but some breathing room back between himself and his daughter. "So...how did you sleep, honey?" "I slept very well Papa, but it was so hot in my room I had to take off my nightgown." Sarah said an innocent smile on her face as she returned to her seat and began picking at her food. "Oh," James swallowed forcibly, "Um, so...what do you want to do today, Princess?" "Ooo Papa, could we go on a walk just like we used to?" Sarah asked with childlike enthusiasm. Her father was confused by her cheery attitude...had he forgotten that just the day before he had raped her in a back ally? "Of course, sweetheart, we can do anything you wish. We have a lot of catching up to do." Larkwood Ch. 03 Sarah and her father walked one of their favorite trails of the past but with very new feeling pumping through each of their veins. Sarah felt wild and free as she tramped through the fields and through their forest. Larkwood was miles from everything tucked alone in the countryside built by James' ancestors generations ago. James wondered what his ancestors would have thought of him if they only knew that he was fantasizing over his daughter's large rounded bosom and tight ass as she skipped through the woods ahead of him. He had spent the entire morning varying between lust and self disgust, but lust was winning out and he could feel his control starting to slip. "Papa! Look!" Sarah had bounded ahead with girlish enthusiasm that seemed more like that of a child's than of a young well bred woman of eighteen. But the then he remembered he had abandoned her in the city for the last six years and she had missed out on a good portion of her childhood. In that moment James decided to do whatever it took to make his little girl the happiest in the world, no matter what it took. "What is it Sarah?" "The old swimming hole!" She had stopped at the bank of a small clear pond fed by a little creek, "Oh can I take a swim Papa?" "I bet the water will be a little cold." James reminded her. "I don't mind, please Papa! Just a quick one." She looked up at him with her wide innocent eyes and pouting full lips and James knew he would give her anything she wanted. "Oh course, baby girl, go ahead." Sarah studied her father out of the corner of her eye as she bounced to the water's edge. She had been racking her brain all morning for everything any of the girls at school had said that men liked. She had tried to subtly bring focus to her chest as she bounced around her father. She had taken every opportunity to brush against him, or smile up at him. He was such an attractive man. She had known he was handsome when she was little, but now he took on a completely different appeal. Her father was tall and lean with dark hair and a broad chest and shoulders. His hands were large and powerful looking and Sarah wanted to feel them on her body, touching her like they had in the alley, making her feel those shocking sensations again. Sarah had intentionally led their walk in the direction of the swimming hole. It was a key feature of her plan to get her father to touch her again. Still standing looking up at her father Sarah began to undo the buttons on her gown, trying to keep a look of innocence in her eyes. She watched her father's eyes follow the trail of her fingers down her chest. She peeled off the gown one sleeve at a time revealing her thin chemise. She could see her father's breathing increase and his eyes darkened. Sarah took these both to be good signs. She really hoped she was doing this right, but from her father's reaction she thought she was. She took a step back towards the water, "You coming Papa?" "Maybe in a minute honey," His throat swallowed as his eyes stayed fixated on Sarah's lithe body. "Ok Papa," Sarah turned when she reached the bank then pulled off her silk pantalets and chemise, exposing her naked ass and back to her father before diving into the cool water. She broke the surface and turned back to see her father's eyes wide in surprise. He obviously hadn't expected her to strip off her undergarments. Sarah dipped back under the water with a little smile to herself. She was doing a good job. James couldn't stop himself from following his daughter to the bank of the swimming hole and roaming over her submerged body with his eyes. She was a goddess. Her waits was small and her ass looked like flawless silk. He wanted to grab it and shove his cock between those perfect cheeks. He wanted her to turn and face him in the water so he could see her breasts and stomach, but she continued to tease him with just glimpses from the side. He was close to tearing off his clothes and joining her, but she couldn't know what she was doing to him and he had promised to make her happy. He collapsed on the bank so he could watch but not let her see him too well so he undid his pants and took his rock hard cock in his hand. As if she knew he wanted to see more Sarah then stood in some shallow water facing him, her perfect breasts facing him with her pick nipples standing out on their tips. Her large breasts bounced and shone in the sunlight before she turned and she dove under again giving him a perfect picture of her ass framing her pussy lips. Just then he noticed Sarah's discarded pantalets on the grass beside him. He reached over and picked up the warm silk. He made sure Sarah was not looking then brought them to his face and breathed in her sent. It was so sweet it made his head spin. He ran his tongue along the crotch and tasted her. It was surprisingly wet, had Sarah been turned on? By him? Did his daughter want him? The thought made James groan and he took her wet undergarments and brought them to his cock and rubbed himself with the smooth, wet silk. He closed his eyes and fucked his daughter's panties as if they were her pussy, thrusting his hips up slightly and he pictured her above him her large breasts bouncing as she rode him. "Papa, watch this!" James opened his eyes just in time to see Sarah dive under and stand on her hands exposing her pussy above the water for his view. It was too much, James exploded into his daughters undies with a loud moan. He was glad Sarah's head was under so she didn't hear his climax. He was panting slightly when Sarah broke the surface a wide grin on her face. "Wasn't that good Papa?" "Yes, Sarah, it was amazing." James breathed, trying desperately to get his heart to slow. Sarah was astounded by her small success by the swimming hole. She had a better view of her father's actions than he obviously thought. She at first had not known what he was doing, but she was smart and soon figured out that he was stroking himself to pleasure himself. She had been tempted to climb out of the water and present herself to him but was too worried about his possible reaction. When he had grabbed her undergarments and used the silk against his large member she had almost choked on a mouthful of water. She took to showing him more and more of his anatomy, shivers growing between her legs at her wanton behavior. When she climbed out of the pond her father turned away as if ashamed by his actions, but Sarah knew he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. She bent over and slid her underwear up her legs slowly being sure that the hot moisture father had left behind rubbed into her now tingling lips. As she redressed she wondered if she could giver herself the same pleasure her father had just given himself. The thought of touching herself had never crossed her mind, but now she couldn't seem to get the thought out of her head. She had felt a thrill when she had felt the banister between her thighs, would it be greater if it was her fingers? The entire walk back she was acutely aware of where the hot moister of her pantalets rubbed against her, thrilling her senses. She couldn't wait to experiment touching those lips, seeing if she could reach that same crashing rush of feeling she had felt in her father's arms when he had unwillingly taken her in that alley. Sarah didn't get a chance to test out her ideas that afternoon. She was kept busy with lunch then some distant neighbors stopped in to welcome her father and her home after so long away. By the time the evening meal came around Sarah was positively wriggling in her seat clenching and unclenching her thighs trying to relieve the building sensation that had been growing all day. Her father noticed her fidgeting and asked her what was the matter. "Oh, nothing Papa, I am just tired and want to get out of these uncomfortable clothes and go to bed." Sarah said with a smile. "Your clothes are bothering you, baby? Are they growing too small?" "No, Papa, they are just so constrictive and formal." Sarah realized this may be the chance to broaden her dull wardrobe, "After running around all day they feel very uncomfortable." "Oh dear! We can't have you uncomfortable, first thing in the morning I will send for a seamstress and you may have anything you want made. I want you to be happy so order absolutely anything." Her father said with a very paternal smile, "If you need anything at all don't hesitate to ask, princess." Sarah grinned happily, that had been easier than she had expected, "Thank you, Papa. I think I will go to bed now if you don't mind." "Of course not. I have some work to get done tonight anyways," Sarah rushed to her father's side and pressed a kiss to his lips and held it there longer than she should have but the tingles it sent though her body were just too much to break the contact. When her father didn't pull away she increased the pressure slightly. Her father let out a little groan and opened his mouth over hers thrusting hers thrusting his tongue in between her lips. His hands knotted in her hair and held her face close as he ravished her mouth sending sensations rocketing through Sarah's body. She responded, mimicking the actions of his mouth. He seemed to come to his senses with a snap and pulled back. Sarah sensed he was about to censure their actions so before he got the chance she gave him her most innocent smile and gave him a quick hug, "Goodnight Papa! Sweet dreams!" She rushed out of the room before he could say a word and headed straight to her room. Sarah slammed her door shut and tuned the key in the lock listening to it click then placing the key on a small table by the door. For the first time all day she was alone! Her breath was coming hard and she felt heart pound. Her kiss with her father had made her pulse pound, she could feel its beat between her legs. She had been waiting all day to be alone, but now she was she felt oddly shy. She had acted like a tart all day for her father and now she found herself blushing like a school girl once she was on her own. Well she was a school girl, but that was beside the point. She walked over to her wardrobe to ease her nerves, her heart still pounding in anticipation of what she was about to do. She looked at herself in the full length mirror. It was as if she was looking at a different person than the girl who had stood in the exact same spot just that morning. She had found herself plain and utterly boring. Now her skin and hair seemed to glow with vitality. Her skin had picked up a slightly golden tint from the sun and her hair had dried in thick gleaming waves after her swim. Her prudish clothing was pulled tight against her swollen breasts and showed off her thin waist. Her lips were red and swollen from the kiss they had received. The woman in the mirror was alluring, and as Sarah reached up and began to undo her buttons it looked as if her mirror self was doing on her own accord. Something about the sight of herself stripping made Sarah's breath come even faster. She pushed the fabric off her shoulders and over her waist and let all her garments fall to the ground in a pool around her feet. The golden rays of the setting sun turned her skin golden and Sarah let her hands skim up her flat stomach, surprised by the tingle of sensations left in her hands wake. She allowed her hands to continue to explore on their own accord, it felt almost as if they belonged to another person as her fingers trailed up the outer sides of her breasts. Following the urges of her body Sarah let her hands move to hold her breasts, squeezing their fullness and then experimentally touching the small pink peaks that were now rock hard. Her legs were shaking from the growing sensations coursing through her. She felt as if her knees would give out. Still she did not move from in front of the mirror. She left one hand to squeeze her breasts and her other hand trailed to the curls at the apex of her legs that had been begging for attention all day. Sarah stroked her fingers through the short curls then let them move lower, her eyes following their progress down. Her fingers brushed the sensitive area between her legs and her body shuddered she gasped. She backed up until she fell down on her bed and spread her legs further apart. Her fingers opened the sensitive folds and ran along her smooth skin. Odd she had no idea she was so smooth and wet there. Sarah could feel a need growing and quickened the pace of her movements causing even more sensations to spread throughout her body. One finger slipped down the passage she had barely known existed until two days ago and she moaned at the penetration. She moved the finger imagining it was her father's large hands cupping her, his long fingers entering her. She pushed another finger in the tight passage and she cried out as a spasm of pleasure rocked though her. Whatever was building was close to snapping she could feel it. She moved her fingers wildly in her passage reaching for something...then the world shattered and her entire body bowed under the cascading ripples of pleasure. Sarah was slow to regain her senses. She smiled at the heaviness of her limbs and the contented warmth of her body. The one thing she was missing was a shoulder to snuggle up to. She cuddled down into her pillows and pulled her blankets up to cover her naked body. Soon she promised herself she would not be sleeping alone. Larkwood Ch. 04 James nursed his fourth glass of bourbon desperately trying to focus on the ledger on the desk in front of him. It wasn't going to happen, but James stubbornly sat with the ledger unwilling to give up, worried what thoughts that would leave him with. He didn't understand it, he had used to love being secluded in his study for hours at a time. It had been a chance to get away from his wife for a while. James had loved his wife, but she could be very selfish and demanding, completely unlike their daughter. James pushed the thought away before he could start to dwell on his daughter again. He had spent the entire day in a cloud of lust and despite his best efforts the liquor and mathematics was doing little to penetrate it. It was almost like some sort of exotic torture. He didn't know which would be worse however, losing the sensation and returning to the numb existence he had for the last seven years or acting on his needs and taking his daughter as his lover. He had been dead sexually for so long he couldn't imagine going back, but fucking his daughter would be breaking one of the most ancient laws of nature. He was getting so desperate to relieve his lust he had called a maid up to his office. He had picked a young girl of about twenty and similar to his gorgeous daughter as a normal person could manage, but he had felt no stirring for the girl. In fact the thought of touching her was slightly repulsive, he only wanted Sarah and that worried him even more. He has sent the maid away on an errand and taken to the bottle, he had now half finished. He realized he had been thinking about Sarah again and finally swayed to his feet in defeat. Maybe a good night sleep would clear his head of alcohol and lust. It was as good an idea as he could come up with. James had a little more trouble climbing the winding staircase as he had thought he would. He wasn't completely drunk but he was tipsy enough to have to hold onto the banister to ground himself. He was relieved when he reached to top landing until he looked down the hall to where Sarah's bedroom door was closed tight. He determinedly pointed his feet at his own door and began down the dark hallway. Somehow his treacherous feet continued right past his door and came to stop in front of Sarah's. James swallowed audibly, but he allowed his hand to go to the door knob and try it. Locked. He was both relieved and disappointed. He leaned his head against the cool polished wood. It was better this way. Taking a deep breath he pushed away from the door before realizing one of his hands had gone into his pocket on its own accord and removed the skeleton key for the house. James stared in horror at the key, but he was already pushing it into the lock and turning it. The knob turned and the door swung open as if on its own accord. The room was dark, but the light from the hall spilled over the bed. Sarah was asleep, her golden hair spilling over the pillows, covering the side of her face as she lay hugging a pillow to chest under the covers. James approached the bed determined to just check on her then leave like any father. In the back of his mind he wondered why he kept determining to do all these things he always did anyway. He bent over the bed smoothing her soft curls back over her shoulder. James was taken back to see her shoulder was bare under that hair. He pushed the covers down more and groaned. His daughter slept nude? She had mentioned something like that this morning, but he hadn't thought to find her like that now. Before he snapped completely James fled the room as fast as he could. He stripped out of his suddenly too tight clothing and threw himself on his own bed, ignoring the throbbing in his groin and the sweat pouring down his body. He would not go back. He would not become a worse monster than he already was. Sarah had awoken the sound of someone outside her door. She heard a sigh when the person tired to open it and felt a thrum of excitement to realize it was her father. She was tempted to run and unlock the door for him, but before she had the chance to move she heard the sound of a key in the lock. Quickly she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt the slit between her thighs become wet as her father loomed over her prone form. He touched her hair, forcing her to fight to remain still. She heard her father's moan as he revealed her bare skin, his breathing coming faster. What she would have given to have his touch her more, but instead he rushed out of the room. Disappointment flooded her. She wanted her father so much she was on fire for it. At this point she knew he must want her too. Maybe he was just scared and disgusted about touching his own daughter. She had to increase her efforts; obviously she had to take matters into her own hands. She slipped out of her bed and fumbled in her dark wardrobe for her silk robe. She tied it around her loosely so that most of her breasts were exposed. She pinched her cheeks and lips to give them more color, small pleasure trickling through her system at those small pains. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest with the combination of excitement and nerves. Tonight she would sleep in her father's arms. She tiptoed into the hall and up to her father's door. T was slightly ajar and she peeked through the crack. The moon flooded the large room with light and lying on the bed was her father's large naked body. His hand was working forcefully on his hard member and his face showed his tortured lust. Sarah's lower lips flooded with moisture at the sight, some spilling down her thighs. She was tempted to just stand there and watch. But she had had enough of watching. She wanted more. Softly she knocked on the door. Her father's actions stopped instantly and he pulled the covers up to cover himself. "Papa?" She called softly trying to infuse a little fear into her voice. "Sarah?" He sat up, "What is the matter Angel?" "I had a bad dream Papa," She quavered coming into the room, "Can I sleep with you?" "Ummmm, Sarah...." "Please Papa!" Sarah came to the side of the bed and conjured tears in her eyes. "Of course, baby girl, don't cry. Just give me a minute to..." "Thank you, Papa!" Sarah cried giving him a hug, being sure he felt her breasts through the silk of her robe. She Scrambled over him "accidently" rubbing against his hardness as she curled into his side. He tried to get up, but Sarah stopped him. "Don't leave me Papa!" "I am not going anywhere, I just wanted to get my robe..." "Please stay Papa." "Sarah, I am not wearing anything." He seemed to be having trouble breathing. "I don't mind Papa," Sarah said innocence permeating her voice. "Sarah..." "Just hold me Papa, I am so scared." Sighing in resignation her father put an arm around her and allowed her to nuzzle close. Sarah smiled internally. She would not push him further yet, she didn't want to ruin her opportunity. For now she was content to be held until her father relaxed. James didn't know how he fell asleep. He was up most of the night after his little girl had fallen asleep fighting his lust. He had taken to surreptitiously rubbing himself under the blanket without her notice. He must have passed out at some point. He woke up curled around his daughter, his hard cock resting against the crease of her naked ass. Her naked ass? Why was she naked? James opened his eyes to find that Sarah's robe must have slipped off in the night and she hadn't been wearing anything underneath. He groaned inwardly at the temptation she provided. In her sleep she shifted slightly bringing her firm ass into even more connection with his throbbing erection. Against his better judgment James felt his body thrust against her rubbing his cock over the smooth skin. Sarah wriggled against him again and James moaned. At least his daughter was a sound sleeper. He shifted slightly and allowed his cock to move in between the cheeks of her ass and thighs. The head of his cock skimmed just below her pussy lips and James was surprised to find them wet. Not just wet, but practically dripping with moisture. He pulled back and thrust again into the tight squeeze of her thighs and ass. Her moisture coated him and made the motion easy and fluid. It felt so good James had to grit his teeth so as not to make any noise. He was getting close to cumming when Sarah turned her head and smiled right at him. "Good morning Papa." James froze horror settling over him. She was awake. For how long? "Sarah I..." Before he could finish Sarah's hand moved down and touched the cock that was still partially wedged between her thighs, just below the pulsing lips of her pussy. "Did you sleep well?" James couldn't respond beyond a strangled groan as his daughter's fingers seared his flesh. "I think I know what I want to do today." Sarah said, rubbing her heated flesh against the head of his cock. James couldn't breathe. This had to be the most exquisite sensation of his life. He tried, god help him, he tried to pull away, but Sarah's small nimble fingers wouldn't release him. "Please, Papa," Her large blue eyes locked on his and James knew he had lost. He shifted his daughter's hips with his hands and moved the head of his cock to just below her swollen, dripping pussy. "Sarah, I love you baby girl." He buried his head in her hair as he pushed into her tight passage from behind. James had forgotten how tight her pussy was, how wet and hot she was. James groaned he wasn't going to last long but he wanted to bring her to the orgasm she could not have experienced when he had forced her. His thrusts were hard and fast and he could hear Sarah cry out in pleasure as his cock rammed against that sensitive place inside her. James gritted his teeth against the pleasure building as he lost all control and pulled her up of her side till she was on her knees and he was between her thighs. He bucked into her holding her hips with a bruising force. Sarah screamed out as her pussy clenched him tight and bathed him in a tidal wave of her juices. "Oh god, fuck..."James managed before he erupted inside his daughter, his seed pouring out of him so hard he almost passed out. He collapsed to the side brining her down with her his cock still lodged in her tight pussy. It took more than a few minutes for his head to clear enough for him to think. His daughter had just given him the best orgasm of his life, and he think she liked it. When his now soft cock slipped out of her Sarah turned and propped her clasped hands on his chest and set her chin on them looking at his face with the brightest smile he had ever seen plastered to her face. "That was amazing Papa." She beamed. "Oh, we shouldn't have done that, but yes Sarah it was amazing. You are amazing." He reached up and brought her mouth to his for a light kiss that quickly turned hot, her tongue meeting his and rubbing up and down. "You are addicting, baby girl." "You are too," Sarah panted a little as she settled her head back on her hands, "Can we keep doing this, Papa?" "Sarah, it is wrong in so many ways..." "I love it Papa, I don't want to stop ever!" Sarah moved so her legs were straddling his hardening cock, "I love you Papa, and I want to make you happy. I want you to teach me all there is to know about men and women." James moaned as he felt his daughters wet pussy dripping with their combined cum rubbing against his hardening cock. "I love you too Sarah, and I need you. But if we do this I am not going to be able to let you go, not ever." "Oh, Papa I don't want you to let me go. I want to be yours for always." "Oh god, Sarah!" With that he thrust up into her wet passage. Sarah let out a gasp of surprise her eyes widening and darkening with lust. "I didn't know we could do it like this." She gasped as she moved hesitantly up and down on her father's thick cock. James laughed, "Sarah, my little love, I have a lot to teach you." "Yes Papa," Sarah moaned as James took hold of her nipple in his teeth.