0 comments/ 97881 views/ 11 favorites Spying on Kristen Ch. 01 By: Uncle Bert Kristen started keeping secrets from me. We always had a close relationship. I've been told many times that we are the envy of other fathers and daughters. We hadn't had a serious argument since she was ten years old. Now she was eighteen, and in a few short weeks she'd be out of high school and on her way to college in the fall, partially paid by a music scholarship. But that depended on Kristen keeping her grades at B+ or better, and she hadn't shown me her report card since the first quarter. Since her grades had always been reliably high, it never occurred to me to ask. But if there was trouble, we'd better fix it or come up with an extra $10,000 pretty quick. With a shy smile, though, Kristen gave me the third quarter report card without hesitation. Except for her math, the grades seemed to be fine; even there, the grade was a B-, not enough to really taint the overall average, but enough to be scary. "Better get this up, honey," I told her. "There isn't much time." "I-- I'm working on it, Dad," she said, blushing slightly. At the time, I didn't give the blush much significance; I thought she was just nervous about her grades. But as the weeks crept by and graduation drew closer, Kristen withdrew, spending more time in her room on the computer and on her cell phone. I finally could not take it any longer; using home security as my excuse, I bought a device that would allow me to listen to and record Kristen's cell phone calls. I also figured out her e-mail password, and soon solved the mystery, but my heart sank and my torment grew when I discovered what was happening to my beautiful daughter. In order to put everything in its proper context, I should tell you what Kristen looks like; even without a father's natural prejudices, she is a very beautiful, desirable girl. She has her mother's hair, thick, rich and black, which she styles simply to frame her wide hazel eyes, also her mother's. From my side of the family, she gets her curvaceous figure -- not for my Kristen the starving bird look. She gets her exercise in swimming pools, which keep her legs supple and shapely, and her black one-piece suit emphasizes her cantaloupe-sized, perfect breasts. Any normal man would want a shot at her, and I suppressed many wild, feverish fantasies as she was growing up. I waited until I could take a day off from work and be alone in the house. Anguished and confused feelings contorted my stomach as I read. "I don't know what to do," she wrote to her best friend. "He's getting more demanding, and if I don't do what he wants, there goes my scholarship." I usually put my erotic fantasies in the back of my mind, where they belong. But Mr. Culp, Kristen's math tutor, was not a man to suppress his urges. He found out about Kristen's precarious scholarship, and volunteered to help her. It didn't take him long to start trading his tutoring in math for sexual favors. A classic blackmail situation: if she reported him this close to graduation, the scandal would cost her everything, even if she brought him down in the end. The guy was at least fifty years old; I wonder how long he's been doing this and how many girls he had taken advantage of over the years. Culp knew his territory well. They worked in a quiet, cool, windowless study room at the high school. Culp had drawn her in slowly, with little hugs and caresses whenever she made a breakthrough. After a couple of weeks, the caresses became more intimate; he finally made his move after the start of the last quarter, kissing the nape of her neck and cupping her breasts as she was finishing up her lesson. "You shouldn't do that, Mr. Culp," she told him, writing in her journal. "You shouldn't be able to pass Algebra III either, but thanks to me you're going to," he said. "Look at all I've done for you. That scholarship is nearly yours, and what have I asked of you?" Before my daughter could reply, she found herself in his arms, his lips grinding against hers, his hands roaming freely over her firm young body. When she broke away, he was grinning. "What's that scholarship worth?" he asked. "Please, Mr. Culp ..." But even then Culp was opening his zipper, exposing an obscene lump in his underwear. He took her slender wrist and brought Kristen's slim white fingers close, forcing her palm around the throbbing rod in his pants. With firm pressure from his other hand, he made her squeeze, feeling his heat, yet still sending a shiver up her spine. "Take it out, baby," he said. "I want you to see what a real prick looks like." Tears glistening in her deep hazel eyes, Kristen gingerly felt around inside Mr. Culp's pants. His dick, long and hot, pulsated gently but resolutely beneath his briefs. Kristen fumbled for a few minutes, but eventually exposed Culp's turgid cock. It was huge, she wrote, though later she would tell me that she had no basis for comparison at that time. Long, red and angry, it was the first erection she had ever seen up close. "Play with it, Kristen," Culp breathed. "Please don't make me," she begged. But Culp squeezed her reluctant fingers around his protruding stem, and started to move her hand up and down, slowly, smoothly, establishing a rhythm. With his other hand he pushed Kristen down onto her swivel chair, his dick a few inches from her trembling lips. "You're not going to--" "Not right now, girl," he replied, his breath coming in shorter bursts. "Just keep doing what you're doing. That's it. Keep beating me off, you righteous slut." Upset and in fear, Kristen kept stroking him, part of her fascinated by what she was doing, her coerced introduction to the mysterious world of masculine sexuality. Faster and faster Kristen worked her wrist, skimming her fingers up and down Culp's throbbing red length, fluid beginning to form in the eye, and starting to drip down the hot shaft in little rivulets. "That's it, baby," Culp sighed. "Oh, you're a natural!" "Th-- th-- thanks, I think--" Culp's eyes were closed, and his puffy red face held a look of dreamy bliss. His breath grew short and ragged. His knees bent slightly as Kristen continued to masturbate him, gaining experience with every stroke. She wondered what sex would be like with a man she loved. "Oh, baby!" he cried. "Get ready!" "What? Get ready for what?" As if in reply, Culp's cock stiffened in her teenage fingers and erupted, sending thick white gobs of sperm into the air, splattering Kristen's face and running down her fingers and wrists. She tried to snatch her hand away, but Culp firmly held her wrist in place until the last drop of his sticky warm goo drooled from his victorious dick. Reflexively, Kristen licked some of the drops that landed on her lips. Her stomach lurched at the realization of what the salty cream she had just tasted really was. The heat of the moment subsided and they began to calm down. All Kristen could do was stare at Culp's dripping member. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a packet of moist towelettes. Kristen realized in that instant that he'd been planning to take advantage of her situation for quite some time. "Thank you, Kristen," he said once his breathing returned to normal. "You don't know what that means to me." "I don't have to do that again, do I?" "How much is that scholarship worth to you?" "Please ..." "Just be on time Friday, dearie. We'll discuss things then." To my shame and horror, I found myself with an intense erection. All the fantasies I'd been suppressing in which my little girl was the star flared to life and I had to have some relief, but I kept reading. Culp was careful; he really was a good teacher, and he never forced Kristen to do anything she wasn't ready for. One small island of hope in all this blackmailing misery; Culp had not yet taken her virginity, but he was working on it. There wasn't much time; once she passed her finals, she'd be through with him for good, and they both knew it. I opened my pants and pulled my dick out as I continued reading. I squirted on some hand cream Kristen kept on her nightstand and caressed myself as I read. Culp established a pattern; once he was satisfied that my sweet daughter had mastered a concept, she could then master him. Every session, he'd get a little bolder. "Today," Kristen wrote, "I had to do my lesson while Mr. Culp made me sit on his lap. I was supposed to concentrate on advanced algebra with that nasty thing of his humping my ass through our clothes. He kept rolling my boobs between his fingers and rubbing his cock up against me. "'This is good for your concentration,' he breathed in my ear. 'If you can solve your problems while I'm doing this, imagine how much easier it will be during the test.' "'I wish you'd stop this.' "'No way, dearie.' "He opened a couple of buttons on my blouse and slipped his hand inside. His creepy fingers ran along my underwire and found the clasp to my bra. He popped it and my boobs fell into his hot sweaty palms. "'Please, Mr. Culp!' "But he just kept humping his hardon against my ass and pinching my nipples, until there was no way I could concentrate. All I could do was struggle in his arms, that hot thing of his burning me. He moved one of his hands to my jeans and unzipped me. I felt his fingers slither under the elastic in my underwear, and then rustle through my curly bush as if he were hunting for something. "'My, you're wet, Kristen. You must like this. You love what I'm doing, don't you, my hot little slut?' "By now I was crying. How could any girl not be wet after everything he was doing? He found my little clitty and did something to it, I don't know what, but he knew just how to rub it, and he kept that up for a minute, rubbing my clit, breathing down my neck, mauling my tingling boobs. "'You're so close, Kristen!' "'No!' "'Yes!' "My ass was twisting all over Mr. Culp's lap and I know my hair was thrashing in his face as he was doing all those things to me, and then it hit. My orgasm! I didn't want to come, not with him, but I was squealing in his arms and coming all over his hand at least twice. I don't really remember. He finally let me go and I fell forward onto the desk. "But he wasn't done with me yet. "'Wasn't that good, Kristen?' he said. 'You came like a freight train.' "He stood up, and turned me around on the swivel chair to face him. His cock was out now, and I was afraid, so afraid, of what he wanted me to do with it. I reached out to caress it the way I knew he liked, but he caught my wrist and brought that hot, pounding thing with its angry red eye right under my chin. "'Lean back a little, dearie.' "'Mr. Culp, no. Please, don't make me do anything more, please!' "But he opened my blouse and exposed my breasts, gazing at them like a hungry, victorious predator. He dipped his knees just a little bit, and I felt his cock sliding between my tits. He mashed my tits together and started to fuck them. "It didn't matter to him that I was sobbing and totally humiliated. That's what he wanted, the sadistic bastard. He wanted to see my tears as his horrid hardon slithered between my boobs, bumping up against the bottom of my chin sometimes, close, so close to my mouth. He knew I was afraid he'd want me to suck on it, make it explode in my mouth. He liked to terrify me with not knowing. "That he had made me come made it so much worse, because now he could say I enjoyed it, that I liked being mauled and abused, that sooner or later he could make me beg for the fat obscene cock that now looked bigger and redder than ever. "Mr. Culp shuddered all of a sudden, and I knew he was there. He stepped back and his dick seemed to explode as his hot, sticky jism jetted into the air and spattered across my tits. He grabbed my hand harshly and made me jack him off for more and I did, his white come searing me like drops of hot wax as it hit my chin, my chest, everything. "At last he stopped and we fell apart, gasping and exhausted." My dick was standing up so straight and tall I thought it was going to come right up to the screen and start reading. Feeling thoroughly ashamed, but unable to stop, I caressed my cock with more speed. I could feel my heart beating a little bit faster, and I began to sweat as I trolled through the diary entries looking for more. Kristen tried to cut off the tutoring sessions, but Culp had too strong a hold on her. If she tried to expose what was going on, he was prepared to say that she seduced him to get his help. Because she was eighteen and therefore well over the age of consent in this state, he couldn't be nailed for statutory rape; it would be her word against his. Besides, dammit, her algebra grades were improving. How, I wondered, could this have gone on for almost three months and I not know about it until now? Getting back to the task at hand, so to speak, I found the next math lesson. "Mr. Culp tested me today. I wanted to do really well to prove that I don't need him anymore and can get that scholarship on my own. But I still made two major errors, and that means I still need help. An 85 just isn't good enough, I need 90 or better if my grades are going to be topnotch. "Once the lesson was done he stood me up and enfolded me in his arms. I stiffened; whatever he had in mind, I didn't want to do it. "'Mr. Culp, wasn't what we did last time enough?' I asked, about to cry. "'I made you come, little girl.' "'I don't want--' "But he stopped me with a kiss. Incredible, after everything else he's done to me, that we hardly ever kissed. I thought sure this was it, that he was going to get my clothes off this time and shove that monster cock of his into me, rape me on the desk. "I was stunned and didn't react. He didn't seem to notice. He began to nibble my neck and lick my ear. He started kissing his way down my neck to my chest. I could feel the buttons on my blouse opening up, and soon he had my tits in his hands, licking and nipping, getting my nipples hard, something he knew I couldn't control. "'You're liking this already, Kristen,' he said, grinning and looking up at me. 'You want my cock, don't you? Say it.' "'I don't want your cock, goddammit! I want you to leave me alone!' "But his hand slid under my black skirt and he pulled off my undies. Pushing me back on the desk, I felt his tongue trailing along the inside of my thigh, a hot slimy trail up to my pussy. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see, but I could feel his tongue around my mound now, his breath hot in my pubic hair. The tip of his tongue poked out now, and began to probe, even as his fingers splayed my cunt open to make it easier for him. "'Mr. Culp? What are you doing?' "As if in reply, he started to flick my clit with his tongue, hot little jabs even as he mauled my tits with his free hand. He managed to coordinate manipulating my nipples with tonguing my clit, and before I knew it, I couldn't help myself. My breath started coming out hot and heavy. I was gasping, my pussy was hot and wet, and the only thing that stopped me from crying out was the fear of being caught by somebody. "By now I was mashing my cunt on Mr. Culp's tongue. His finger slipped inside my pussy, and he masturbated me while he ate me out. "'Uh! Uh!' I cried. 'My God, please--' "And then I came on his tongue. I gushed like a broken fire hydrant. Mr. Culp kept licking at me, obscene slurping sounds coming from under my skirt. I moaned and squirmed on the desk, as orgasm after orgasm consumed me. When he finished, I fell forward, my eyes closed, my face in my hands. "What had this man done to me? Why was I having orgasms with a man I hated? What if this is what sex becomes to me? Will I become the kind of woman who can't come except at the hands of a sadist, will I only find joy if someone is forcing me to obey his will? I don't want that! But if I don't want that, why do I keep coming? "When I looked up, there it was, the cock I knew and hated so well, bobbing before my eyes, a rifle with its quarry in sight. Mr. Culp stared down at me, eager and ready. He didn't have to tell me what was expected. "I started masturbating him, slowly, smoothly, the way I knew he liked. His fingers found the nape of my neck and he gently bent my head forward. I felt the smooth skin of his cockhead brush lightly across my lips. He swiped it back and forth a few times. "'Kristen ...' "I licked my lips and parted them reluctantly. Mr. Culp pushed and I felt a sudden urge to take him in about halfway and bite down hard, but how would I explain that? So instead I felt that long, meaty stalk slide slowly into my mouth and I started to suck on it, as if it were a popsicle. I moved my head up to the tip and almost let it slide out of my mouth, and then I went back down again. "'That's it, baby. You've got it! You're a natural!' "I just wanted to get it over with. I felt his hand on my arm and I brought my hands in to help, as he had done when he was eating me out. What I couldn't get into my mouth I squeezed with my fingers, and I used my other hand to play with his balls, which were as hot and hard as little red coals. "'Ohhh ....' "I knew that sound. He was getting close, but I didn't know what to do, I'd never sucked a cock before. What do I do with the spunk? "'Kristen! Get ready, baby!' "'Ummm,' was all I could say in reply. My head and lips were moving faster now, and Mr. Culp's hips were jerking now, as if he couldn't control himself. His balls kept bouncing madly against my palm and they got tighter and hotter as my mouth and lips kept working together to bring this bastard satisfaction. Suddenly Mr. Culp grabbed my head and held it in place. "'Mmmph!' I cried, or tried to, as his dick suddenly blasted its hot, salty gunk into my throat. I didn't know what else to do, so I swallowed it. Again, he fired his disgusting jism into my mouth, and again, I swallowed it, trying not to gag, trying not to cry, just for once to get through this violation with some sort of dignity. "There was one more blast, smaller this time, and then it stopped. I felt his prick shrinking in my mouth, and with relief I let it go. "'That wasn't so bad now, was it, dearie?' he said. "'I-- "'Just remember I made you come again," he said. 'And it gets even better from here.' "Please God, get me out of this!" By now, I was pounding my own cock with considerable fury and moved right to the next entry. "It's getting worse with Mr. Culp. It's gotten to the point where I can stand sucking his cock and jerking him off, but now he says he wants to make love to me. He wants to rent a motel room and take my clothes off and get me into bed with him. I only need to stall him for three more weeks, but I don't know if I can. Any work I do on my own is hopeless; I forget this algebra stuff as soon as I close the book. "Yesterday we went further than ever before. He's started in on me before we even began the lessons. I liked it better when he'd just take his cock out and we could get it over with. But he likes to feel me up and rub that big hard thing up against me. "I hadn't even sat down before he locked the door. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and bent me over the desk. I could feel that big fat ugly cock of his pounding in the crack of my ass, even though we still had our clothes on. "'How does this feel, Kristen?' he asked as he rubbed his cock up and down the crack in my ass. 'Do you like this?' "'You know I don't.' "'I think you're lying,' he said, and he hunched up over me. He filled his palms with my breasts, and began to nibble my neck. I shuddered; I couldn't help myself. He took that as a sign of passion, and kept humping up against me and feeling me up. My hair fell loose and I couldn't help my body's response as he started to nibble my neck. I was helpless. If I moved, I'd break my chin on the desk. Spying on Kristen Ch. 02 From Kristen's diary: I woke trembling this morning, because tonight was to be the night of my greatest and final humiliation at the hands of my math tutor, Mr. Culp. In the last three months, he has felt me up, manhandled my boobs, licked my pussy and made me come. He's spewed semen all over my tits, in my hands and in my mouth. But he hadn't fucked me. He was saving that for last, after my grades had gotten good enough for the $10,000 music scholarship I need to go to college. We were to meet at the Lakeside Motel, where he'd rented a small secluded cabin by the lake. No one would be able to hear us. No one would be able to see us. He could do anything he wanted with me and to me, but in a few short hours it would all be over forever. I'd never have to see the slimy old bastard again. My heart thudded dully in my head and my throat was so dry I could hardly swallow (and I knew I'd need to later) as I approached the cabin, dressed as he asked: thigh-high black leather boots with four-inch heels, short black leather skirt, skintight black sleeveless satin cowl-neck blouse, a choker necklace of bright white pearls. He wanted my hair loose and wild. But more than anything else, he wanted to be the first man ever to shove his fat, drooling cock deep into my pussy. I would have cried, but I had no more tears left. As I approached the cabin in the cool twilight, I could see a man's silhouette outlined through the curtains, sitting in a chair by the window, his chin in his hand. He had lit candles and placed them everywhere. I could also make out the outline of a champagne caddy by the bed, two frosted flutes on ice as well. When I got to the door I could not bring myself to knock. Mr. Culp told me that if I didn't go through with it, he'd go to the scholarship people and claim that I'd seduced him in exchange for the grades, that I'd done no work at all, and that would be that -- $10,000 and my college education gone to the sky. My body wracked with dry sobs for a moment as I contemplated what he had in mind for me, as the memory of his salty hot cock flared on my tongue and I almost gagged. Finally, I raised my little white fist and knocked gently, hoping he wouldn't hear. A moment, and then the door opened slowly, a man's shape black against the candlelight. "Mr. Culp," I whispered, "please don't make me go through with this." "You won't have to, Kristen." My head snapped up in wonder and my heart stopped for a second. My stomach fluttered, confused with relief, confusion and shame, because the man standing at the door wasn't Mr. Culp. It was my father. "Jesus!" I cried. "Dad! You almost gave me a heart attack!" After my head stopped reeling, I asked, "What are you doing here?" "Come inside," he said. The room was designed for a romantic rendezvous. A wide, thick, sheepskin rug sprawled in front of a fireplace, unnecessary in the late spring. Besides the candles and champagne, the queen-sized bed had been made with black satin sheets, paintings of sunsets and gentle rolling hills hung from the walls, and in the center of it stood my dad, dressed in a black turtleneck, black jeans, black espadrilles and socks. He gestured to a red file folder on the desk. "What's that?" I asked. "Your e-mails and diary," he said. "I have a confession to make, darling. I found out what that son of a bitch was doing to you and I read your files." I cried out and looked away, my cheeks blazing with shame. "I printed it all out and tracked the bastard down," Dad continued. "I explained to him that I was willing to put it all before the school board and the press. I told him that unless he resigned, and soon, he'd never work again, his wife would probably castrate him with a blunt knife, and we'd sue him for everything he was worth and more besides. If he knows what's good for him, he's quit already." "You spied on me?!" "You couldn't just expect me to stand by, could you? Not after what he was doing. If you prefer, though, we can go to the school board anyway. He deserves it." "NO!" I barked. "Jesus, I just want this to be over. But why are you here? Why didn't you tell me at home?" "Because Culp and I had our little chat about an hour ago, just as he was almost finished setting this up," Dad said. "I'm sorry for spying, but would you rather have gone through with--" "I don't think so," I replied. "I'm sorry, Dad. I wish you'd told me." "There wasn't time." "Thank you," I said, opening my arms for a hug. Dad seemed reluctant at first, and when we embraced I found out why. His cock was as stiff as a brass bedpost, and it burned against my pussy. "Dad!" I snapped, surprised. "I can't help it, honey," he replied. "Reading all that graphic description you wrote made me hot. Don't worry. It'll go away soon." What surprised me more was how turned on I was by it, that I could make my father get hard for me. "Maybe I don't want it to go away," I said, looking up at him. "At least I know it's because you love me, not because you want to humiliate me and lord your power over me." He tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let him go. "Kristen ..." "Please, Dad? Please?" I brought my face close to his. "I always wanted my first time to be with someone who really loved me," I said, even as part of me shrieked "What are you doing!?" at the back of my mind. "We should just stop this and go home," Dad muttered, but he wasn't letting go. We stood together, Dad and I, suspended in the moment, lust crackling between our bodies and unable to let go. This was the point of no return. If either of us took one more step the other would follow, and we would dive deep into a maelstrom of incestuous passion neither of us had ever intended. Unless one of us took a step back, we'd end up in bed for sure. Dad brushed a wisp of my hair out of my eyes. "My beautiful girl," he whispered. How different is a kiss when you want it! I brought my lips closer to his even as he dipped his head down to mine, and the kiss, ardent and torrid and slow, oozed down my spine and through my body like glowing lava. Once his tongue met mine, we melded together as one. I began to mewl in his arms, to grind my groin against his. "Not a word to anyone," he hissed as his teeth ran the length of my neck. "Never!" Dad's hands ran all over my body, reveling in black satin softness. When his palms brushed the underside of my breasts, I moaned into his mouth. Our lips parted and Dad began to nuzzle my neck with his teeth. His love bites felt like lusty little electric shocks on my neck, in my ears. He'd pulled my blouse out now, dipped his hand down my skirt, running his fingers along the elastic of my lacy black underwear. I responded fully to Dad's caresses, my body aflame with passion and desire. I think every girl wonders what it would be like with her father. He is the first man who ever loved her, after all, unconditionally and completely. We want to be kissed on the lips sometimes, not just on the cheeks. When we think about cocks, we always wonder about the cock that created us, if that moment of conception was rapturous and romantic. As I had been taught, I slipped my hand between us and squeezed the base of Dad's dick, the junction between cock and balls. Even through his jeans and his underwear, I could feel hard, glowing warmth all but scorching my fingertips. My probing surprised Dad, and he stopped his eager explorations for a second to give me some room. "Poor Dad," I said. "Would Big Dick here like some breathing room?" Before he could reply, I fell on my knees and unbuckled his belt. I popped the button on his jeans and slowly eased them down. Dad's dick was a good inch longer than Mr. Culp's, and I wondered how my untried pussy could possibly take it. But that wasn't a problem right now. Right now, I wanted to reward the man who had saved me from blackmail and degradation. The prize Mr. Culp would have taken by coercion, I wanted to give to my Dad completely and willingly. "Oh, Dad!" It seemed so huge, my Daddy's dick. It stood out as long and proud as the prow of a ship, its single eager eye glistening with a thick, manly drop of lubrication. I licked it off. "Kristen ..." I flicked my tongue out again and teased the eye, which produced another salty drop. When I hefted Dad's balls, they were close and tight, two cannonballs ready to blast away. I stuck my tongue out a little ways, and licked slowly, tantalizingly to the tip of the shaft. Dad ran his fingers through my shiny black hair. "I can't tell you how badly I want this," he whimpered. "It's been years ..." I silenced him by taking his cockhead between my teeth; the last thing I needed to hear was how long it had been since Mom gave him a blow job. I had never been able to get Mr. Culp's dick very far down my throat without gagging, but with Dad it was easy. Even though he had a longer and thicker prong than Mr. Culp, I was able to go almost all the way to the root, and I could do it because I loved my father. Dad, for his part, was almost convulsing where he stood. He still managed to pull my blouse up; I could tell from the way he kept running his fingers over the fabric that he loved the black satin. Once he found my bra strap, he somehow managed to bend over enough to snap the clasp without choking me. My tits fell free, and they wobbled as I kept gobbling his ever-stiffening prick. My jaw was beginning to hurt, and I needed a little air, so I stopped for a moment and looked up. "Like this, Dad?" "Jesus, honey, don't stop now!" I paused long enough to lean back on my hands, thrusting my breasts in Dad's direction. He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my blouse, slowly. When it fell away, I shed the bra as well and knelt before my Dad topless, my black leather skirt and thigh-high boots shimmering in the candlelight, the room filling with the thick, rich scent of our combined musk. Dad dropped to his knees and took me in his arms, kissing me deeply and with love. Now he had full access to my upper body. It was my turn to tangle my fingers in his thick dark hair as he flicked my stiff nipple with his fiery tongue. "Jesus, Dad! Yes! Yes! Keep doing that!" Dad paid equal attention to each breast, teasing them, tasting them, mauling them in uncontrolled, joyous lust. "Oh, Kristen, I love you, love you, love ..." He stopped only long enough to remove his turtleneck, and now flesh ground against flesh as we fell to the soft sheepskin, kissing wetly, caressing each other fervently, squirming in the rapture of our lust. Now Dad parted the zipper on my skirt, and I lifted my ass off the rug to let him pull it off. I rolled onto my side and posed for Dad in the candlelight, clad now only in the glowing white choker, black lace panties and the boots. "My darling," Dad breathed, "I've never seen anything sexier." I tried various poses out on Dad as he removed the rest of his clothing. I started to undo the boots, but he said, "Don't." So I lay on my back and thrust my tits into the air until he was completely nude. I have to say he had a magnificent body for a man in his forties. Unlike the couch potatoes most of them are, Dad goes swimming every morning before work, and as a result maintains a trim and hard figure. Shadows danced all over his body in the flickering candlelight, and his cock's silhouette against the wall looked as large and looming as the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Dad joined me on the rug and gently pushed me onto my back. I felt his tongue and lips trailing their way up the inside of my thighs until they reached my panties. Dad dug his fingers under the fabric, found the seam, and then, with tantalizing little bites, gnawed through it. Thrilling me beyond description, he slowly peeled them apart, ripped them from my body, and tossed them aside, leaving me clad only in high-heeled boots and choker. Now, my back against the soft sheepskin, I uttered little moans and cries as Dad found my virgin pussy and began to lick away. Parting my cuntlips with the tip of his tongue, he licked along my slit until he found my stiff little clitty and took it between his teeth. "Dad!" I cried. "Dad!" A muffled grunt was his only reply as he licked and bit away at me. Very gently, he slipped a finger into my cunt and moved it around in short little strokes, coming right up to my hymen. By now I had lost all control of my lower body and pounded my pussy into Dad's face. He kept chugging away like a train engine, snorting and grunting. I pounded my hips faster and faster until Dad found just the right sweet angle. "Coming, Dad! I'm coming, Dad!" I cried as my pussy let loose, gushing all over Dad's untiring tongue. I slammed my thighs together, cutting off his air, I'm sure, because suddenly I saw his grinning face pop up at the edge of my vision and felt a skilled thumb press down on my clit, prompting yet another orgasm. I fell back against the rug, breathing hard, almost to the point of hyperventilation. Dad's shadow fell over me as he moved up my body and took me in his gentle arms. We lay there in the warm orange-yellow glow of the candles, kissing and folding while Dad gave my heart rate a chance to stabilize. I gently skimmed my fingers along the length of his long resolute erection, keeping it ready for its sweet triumph. Our eyes locked, Dad eased me onto my back and lowered his body between my parted thighs. I glanced down, and saw his monstrous dickhead dip out of view. I reached down and grabbed it, tilting it toward my eager, sopping snatch. Happiness glowed in Dad's eyes as he pushed oh so slowly forward, sliding that meaty telephone pole into me inch by inch, stopping right at the hymen, surprising me. "Dad?" I asked. "What's going on?" "Shhh." Then he began to massage my clit with his thumb, making me wet and horny all over again, his stiff prick throbbing inside my wetness, little sparks of lust pulsing along my spine. Dad kissed me again and with a forceful shove broke through the thin membrane and making my eyes bulge out in surprise. "Ow!" I gasped. "Give it a minute, baby," he whispered, and began to slowly move his dick inside of me as small rivulets of blood dribbled from me and stained the white sheepskin. The pain subsided quickly, and my body took over. I soon figured out Dad's rhythm, and I fucked back at him, matching my hip movements to his. "Oh, good, baby girl, you've got it," he wheezed as he began to slide more and more of his dick out of me, and then sliding it back in, with greater force. "Tight pussy," he growled as he dipped his head and shoved himself all the way in. He lifted up a little and his thumb found my clit again. Between his rhythmic fucking and his talented thumbtip, once again I was at the edge of an orgasm, and when it hit I knew what Dad had in mind, because that was the moment I felt his mammoth manhood stiffen inside me. "Now, Dad!" I cried. "Now! Let me have it!" My hair splashed into my eyes as my head whipped back and forth in orgasm. Dad's dick spat singeing jets of sperm deep into my clutching womb. He pulled out and shoved in again, triggering another round of coming for both of us. "Kristen! Kristen!" he cried, his eyes closed tight, his face contorted, all love gone for the moment as he reveled in raving, incestuous passion. Our arms clamped around one another's bodies as the passion subsided, but we could not let go, not before our breathing returned to normal. At last, his dick shrinking inside me, we detached and lay panting on the soft sheepskin rug. "Are you all right?" he said at last. "How can you ask me that? That was the most thrilling, unforgettable--" He stopped me with a kiss. "We just broke every law in the book," he said. "I shouldn't have, but--" "Shut up," I said. "Don't ruin this moment. I love you. There is no one who deserves me, deserves this, more than you." "I love you, too," he replied. "You exceeded every fantasy I ever had. And I'm still having them." I nestled myself in his arms, and it wasn't long before we were making love again. I got on top this time, and we took our time, our initial passion spent. This time was for loving and learning, because whatever Dad's misgivings, I know we'll overcome them. Whatever happens in the future, we will be lovers as long as we can be, and I know that will bring us closer together than we ever would have been as merely dad and daughter. That night we made love four times, and in the morning twice more. I'm home now as I write this. My scholarship came through, and I'll be off to college soon, to study music composition. I want Dad with me. I don't want to meet anybody else, and I know we'll find a way to be together, to be in love as only someone with a secret like ours can be.