3 comments/ 115875 views/ 16 favorites Surprise of My Life Ch. 01 By: Pyrate77 It was early afternoon, and after a working lunch in which my associates and I sealed the deal on a major contract, I decided I would head home for some well deserved relaxation. It was the first large business deal I had closed since my wife's death in a car wreck some six months before, and I felt wrung out, I deserved the time off, and I was damned well going to take it. I walked into the house at a quarter til two. The house was quiet; my 18-year old, Stefani, wouldn't get home from school until nearly 4:30. I had the house to myself; it was quiet, and I could relax. I shrugged out of my jacket, took off my tie and tossed it on the bureau, and took off my shirt. I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my shoes and socks, and then changed out of my suit pants in favor of a pair of comfortable gym shorts. Grabbing the television remote from the bedside table, I pressed the power button. To my surprise, the DVD player's screen saver came up. I hadn't watched a DVD in months...? Puzzled, I pressed PLAY and did a double take as the image of a young girl's face appeared on the screen, her mouth filled with a rigid purple cock. She gobbled the huge organ frantically, giggling at the moaning sounds the guy was making, until he began to spurt what seemed like cups of hot, thick, creamy sperm all over her face. She opened her mouth and caught as much as she could manage, but there was just too much, and it dribbled down her chin and onto her small, perky tits, her nipples like pink diamonds ready to cut through the glass of the screen. By the time the scene was over, I was hard as steel myself. I restarted the DVD and reached into my shorts, jacking myself toward the ecstasy of an orgasm, something I had denied myself since the death of my precious Pamela so many months before. As the video reached the money shot once again, I joined the lucky man on the screen in an enormous explosion of pleasure, shut down the TV and DVD player and closed my eyes. I began to slip away into a relaxed sleep, disregarding the nagging thought in the back of my mind that prodded at me, reminding me that I still didn't know where the DVD had come from. == I awoke and immediately knew that more time had passed than I had intended. The light had shifted and I was groggy from the nap. I sat up and realized I had a large damp spot on the front of my shorts; my ejaculation had been very sizable. I stood, walked over to the dresser, got a clean pair of underwear and a fresh pair of shorts, and changed quickly. I knew Stefani should be home, though the house was quiet. I walked out into the kitchen and found her sitting on one of the barstools that lined the counter. She smiled as she saw me. "Hi, daddy," she said. "Hi, sweetie. How was your day at school?" I replied. "Same old," she grinned. "You had a good day." It was a statement, not a question. I was suddenly self-conscious about having lain on my bed in cum-stained shorts for an hour or more. Had Stefani looked in on me in that condition? "Yeah," I responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "Finally closed that VCore deal." "Kara's coming over," she said. Kara and Stefani had been best friends since before they could walk. I nodded. The slender, dark-haired girl with the huge blue eyes had been pretty much a permanent fixture at our house for the better part of a decade, but since Pam's death, she hadn't been coming around as much. "That's good," I said absently. "I've missed her." This broadened Stefani's grin into a brilliant smile. "She misses you, too, Daddy. She's been talking for weeks about how she wanted to see you." My mind suddenly leapt back to the mysterious DVD. Where had it come from? The realization dawned that the girl in the video, whose face had seemed strangely familiar, could have been Kara's twin. In fact... but no, it was impossible. I attempted to push the image out of my mind of the hungry young girl gobbling that huge load of sperm, but it refused to be banished. "Daddy?" I snapped out of my distraction. "Yeah, honey?" I answered. "You just seemed far away. Thinking about Mom again?" I felt myself flush. "No... no, not that. I've just got things on my mind." She seemed to accept that, and I tried again to dismiss the rogue thought, without success. Just then, the doorbell rang. Stefani bounced off the bar stool and went to answer it. I watched her go, noticing her summery clothing for the first time. Pink terry shorts with white trim and a pale blue tank top embroidered with a silvery butterfly motif, her feet bare. Her reddish-auburn hair bounced around her shoulders as she ran. School would be out within a couple of weeks, and if past experience had taught me anything, it was that Stefani and Kara would spend 90% of the summer in bikinis lounging by the pool. The thought triggered a twinge of lust in my crotch. God, what the hell was wrong with me? These were two teenage girls, for Christ's sake, and one of them my own daughter! As I stood trying to decide if I was being taken over by some kind of perversion, the girls walked into the kitchen. "Hi, Mr. Addams!" said Kara as she ran to me and threw her arms around me. "God, I missed you so much!" Her voice had just a slight rasp, like a young Demi Moore. "Hi, Kara," I smiled, looking into those blue eyes. A chill exploded in the pit of my stomach, and I had to struggle to keep the smile genuine. Seeing her again after so many months of absence, I couldn't be certain, but I was faced with the realization that the girl in the video didn't just resemble Kara — I was almost certain she was Kara. But then, I wondered, who was the lucky recipient of her oral attention? I struggled not to stare, completely missing her next couple of sentences as I watched her mouth move, replaying in my mind the scene where that mouth gulped down what now seemed to me like gallons of white, boiling seed. "Mr. Addams?" I heard her say. "Are you OK?" Once again, I forced myself back to reality. "He's tired," Stefani said. "He had a big day at work." "Ohh," said Kara. "I thought it might have been something else." She grinned at Stefani conspiratorially. "No, not really," Stefani replied casually. "Not yet." She looked at me and said, "We're going to the mall, Daddy. Be back whenever." "Okay," I replied distantly. Not yet? What the hell did she mean by that? Before Kara's car was out of the driveway, I was back in my room. I ejected the disk, and noted that it appeared to be homemade, not commercial. The only labeling on the disk was a scrawled "#1" in magic marker on the disk's surface. I popped it back into the player. No menu came up; the video started automatically, like something you'd see on YouTube, but this was far too explicit for that site. I watched more carefully now, looking to identify the girl with certainty, but it wasn't difficult. In the initial shot, I noticed two things I hadn't paid attention to before: a small brown mole above the girl's left eyebrow and the double hoop earrings she wore in her left ear, the side that faced the camera in the video. Both identifying characteristics matched the girl who had just been in my kitchen. There was no mistaking the fact that the hungry little teenage cocksucker in the video was Kara. Two mysteries remained: who was the man, and how did the mysterious disk come to be in my DVD player? === It was Sunday morning, and I had slept in after watching movies the night before with Stefani, Kara and another of their friends named Chloe. I finally excused myself at almost 2am and staggered off to bed after hours of continuing to battle the growing fantasies I was having about Kara, but I was so tired that I didn't even consider masturbating after I hit the bed; I fell asleep almost immediately. I awoke to a sunny late spring day. The light filtering in through the blinds in my room had a harsh white glare, the kind of light you squint against. I took a quick shower, and as the water sprayed against my body in sharp, hot needles, I began thinking about the girl — was it really Kara? — in the video. I felt my cock begin to swell until, disgusted with my own arousal, I flipped the shower control so that the spray turned to ice. I dried off and put on a pair of swim trunks, thinking I'd go and soak in the pool, but when I walked out to the deck, there she was. Kara was lying on her stomach in the tiniest bikini I had ever seen, her wet hair coiled on top of her head and secured with a clip. Stefani was in the pool, treading water, laughing and talking to Chloe and another friend named Angelina, who were at the other end of the pool, tossing a beach ball back and forth. They all greeted me, and Kara raised up on her elbows and flashed me a smile that seemed to say, "I know your secret." I sat on one of the chaise lounges on the deck and closed my eyes, willing myself to absorb the sun and turn my pale skin a radiant brown. I figured if I didn't look at Kara, I wouldn't think about her. I was wrong. As I lay there, eyes closed, it was as if I could still see Kara's blue eyes drilling into me. The longer I lay there, the more I thought of her and the harder my cock became. I began to feel self-conscious, certain that all four girls were fully aware of my rampantly aroused state. Finally I cracked open one eye and glanced over, only to discover that all four were now at the other side of the pool, engaged in the beach ball game. I was relieved, but also disappointed in a way. Soon Kara climbed out of the pool, telling the others she "needed to go pee," and went into the house. I fought the urge to follow her dripping wet, nearly naked form, with my eyes, if not my body. After she returned, I announced that I was going to go and prepare a light lunch for all of us. By this time, fortunately, my erection had dissipated and I was able to walk into the house without looking like I had been kneed in the crotch. I fixed a simple lunch of cold cut sandwiches, chips and a salad, and yelled out the door that it was ready. I decided to go upstairs first and change into dry clothes before I ate. Walking into my room, I noticed a second silvery DVD disk lying on the table top next to my DVD player. Examining it, I could see that it seemed to be identical to the first except that it was marked "#2." My heart was pounding. I felt my pulse in my ears. I decided that I couldn't afford to watch this new DVD yet — what if whoever left it (presumably Kara) were to walk in on me? I quickly changed into fresh clothing and returned to the kitchen as if nothing were amiss. We all sat at the large, round dining table, eating and conversing. When I first joined the girls, I noted a look that passed between Kara and Stefani, but I couldn't tell what was communicated. == The rest of the afternoon was uneventful; the girls went home, leaving Stefani and me alone in the house for the first time in two days. We watched a movie, then she said she was going to bed and went upstairs. I sat staring out the front windows, watching the setting sun. When it was fully below the horizon, I got up and went to my room, wondering what new revelation waited for me. == The DVD lay on the table, taunting me to view it. I stood looking at it for one minute, two, three... finally I put it in the player, my breath coming shallow and rapid. I wasn't disappointed by what I found. The opening shot was shaky, obviously handheld. It showed the naked back of a young female who was on all fours on a bed. The camera panned down across her ass, smooth and round, tapering to a pair of long, long legs as she knelt on the bed. As I watched transfixed, the camera focused on the cleft between her sweet ass cheeks, and I could see the hairless opening of her pussy. The view shifted forward until I could see her face. It was the same girl, of course, as in the first video, now with a wicked smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying what was happening. I heard a low murmur, a male voice, too low to make out what was being said, but I knew it must be the voice of the cameraman. The girl — no, my mind now said, not "the girl," it's Kara — Kara smiled, glancing sideways at the camera, running her tongue over her lips. She turned back toward the camera's position and bent down, the camera following her. The thick penis that I recognized from the first video now bobbed into view, erect and swollen, and Kara wrapped her lips around it, slurping loudly, staring into my eyes — into the camera, I told myself, she's playing to the camera, not you. Or was she? The camera panned back to Kara's ass, and as I watched, the massive prick positioned itself against her smooth cunt lips, sliding in with one smooth motion. I heard a gasp and watched as her hips began to thrust back against the huge organ, watched as the man began to thrust into her harder and harder, eliciting first moans and then screams of pleasure. There was a moment when the camera jerked crazily, then it took on an independent motion, making it clear that a third person was now operating the camera. I watched as it zoomed out slightly, allowing me to see all of Kara's body and most of her lover's as well — only his head and shoulders remained out of view. Whoever he was, he was fucking her wildly now, and it was clear that she was in the throes of a serious multiple orgasm. Wordlessly, her mouth formed an "O," the sound emanating from her throat nearly that of a wild animal, her blue eyes wide. I heard his voice growl, "Do you want it in your ass?" She didn't, probably couldn't speak, but nodded frantically. He stopped thrusting momentarily, repositioned himself, and as the camera shifted to catch the act, slowly forced his way into her tight anus, his cock coated and shiny with her teenage pussy juice. It was then that she said the words that blew my mind. "Yes, yes, YES, DADDY! FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" she screamed. == I stood stunned. Daddy? Did she mean that literally? I had met Kara's father a time or two, but I didn't know him well. He was a little older than I, a little grey at the temples, but solid; the body I saw on the screen could very well be his. I heard laughter — a voice that wasn't coming from Kara, and one that sounded eerily familiar. The camera angle dipped for a moment, as if the operator's arm got tired, and I saw a bare female foot with brightly painted nails — and my stomach clenched. It was Stefani's foot. I'd have known it anywhere. She was shooting the video. The camera panned back up to where Kara and, I assumed, her father, were madly copulating. In that moment, both of them began to moan and for the first time his face was visible. It was the face of the man I remembered as Kara's dad, and I watched, fascinated and horrified as he emptied his load into his teenage daughter with a yell. == The screen went black, and I sat on the bed, stunned. Kara and her father, in an incestuous relationship...? And moreover, my sweet and — I thought — innocent Stefani, not only aware of it but apparently encouraging it, serving as camera girl... was she involved? Was she fucking Kara's father too? I was literally in shock. Not knowing what to do, I sat on the bed in quiet contemplation, shaken to my core, as the moon rose outside my window. Just as the display on my clock-radio displayed 11:00pm, there was a gentle knock at my door. "Come in," I said, in a voice like desert sand. Stefani stepped into my room, wearing a pink tee shirt and bare legs. "Hi, daddy," she said quietly. "Hi," I replied, uncertainly. "Are you OK?" she said. "Yeah," I said, not at all sure that I was. "Uhm..." she said. I looked at her wordlessly. "Did you watch the video?" she said. "The video?" I replied. "Yeah." I hesitated. "Both of them." The words seemed foreign on my tongue. "Oh... yeah," she said. "Both of 'em." She giggled just a little. I stared at her. What the fuck did she think was funny? "Daddy?" she said. "Are you mad?" "Mad?" I replied. "No, I'm not mad... confused, I guess. Very confused." "It was Kara's idea," she said. "She and her daddy... they've been..." "Fucking?" I supplied, giving her a stern look. She turned a pale pink. Then she smiled and said, "Yes. Fucking. They've been fucking for a couple of years, since her mom divorced her dad." "And you knew about it all the time?" I asked. "Since a few weeks after they started," she replied. "Jesus Christ," I muttered. "So what was the point in telling me, in showing me the videos? What made you ever think I'd want to know? Are you doing it with him, too? I know you were running the camera part of the time." Her eyes got big for a moment, then she smiled and blushed simultaneously. "Me doing her dad? Oh, god, no. That's her thing, Daddy. But yeah, they had me help with the video on the second one." "Then why?" I repeated. She looked at me like I was a moron. "Daddy," she said, shaking her head slightly. "you can be so dense sometimes." she smiled. "I want you..." she hesitated, then let the words spill out of her mouth. "I want you to do it to me." == If I had thought I was stunned before, that was nothing compared to the immense weight of this new revelation. I sat speechlessly, staring at my beautiful, young daughter who had just told me that she wanted to fuck her daddy. That she wanted to fuck me. "Baby," I said finally, "We can't... that's just..." I couldn't assemble the sentences. Part of my brain had disengaged. My tongue would no longer form English words. "Why?" she smiled. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" "Oh, hell, sweetheart," I exclaimed, "you're beautiful! It's just... I can't even imagine — why would you want an old man like me?" She giggled softly. "You're not old, Daddy. You're a hot looking man. And I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with." I stared at her, unbelieving. If this was a movie, I would have called bullshit several minutes ago. "Stefani... you should find a nice guy your own age — well, not yet — but in a few years..." "No, Daddy," she interrupted forcefully. "I don't want any of the guys I know. They're all immature assholes, and —" I must have looked shocked, because she stopped and smiled at me. "Never heard innocent little Stef use words like this, huh? Yes, daddy, the guys I know are assholes, and your baby Stef wants you to put your hard cock into her wet little pussy and fuck her and make her cum and shoot your hot sperm into her," she grinned wickedly. I decided that I was over the edge in looney tunes land. There was no way this was real, but she continued. "I got to watch Kara suck her daddy off. I watched him shove his cock inside her, and fuck her ass, too. I want all of that, Daddy. I want you to do everything you can imagine to my body." I stared at her as if she had purple skin and three eyes, torn, hating the idea that I wanted her so badly and yet secretly ecstatic at the idea that she wanted me. I stared at her in silence for a moment, then the dam broke. I reached for her, my hand slipping beneath the hem of the long pink tee shirt and encountering the velvety smooth skin of her thigh. As if hypnotized, my hand slid upward like an independent creature until, with a gasp, it encountered the fold of her groin where her thigh met her crotch, and my fingertips brushed across the slightly stubbly but exquisitely soft mound of her sweet young shaved sex. Our eyes locked. I knew I wasn't breathing and wondered momentarily if I'd pass out before this was over. Surprise of My Life Ch. 01 A look of fear mixed with lust flickered across her face, and I felt her legs move apart, ever so slightly. Not allowing myself to consider the consequences, I slipped one finger between the outer lips of her labia, and gasped as I realized that she was dripping wet. Juicy as a ripe peach was the phrase that crossed my mind. I forced my finger on in, adding a second one, and somewhere, far away, I heard the sound of a young girl moaning. I drew her to me and stripped the tee shirt off of her ripe body. My eyes feasted on the smooth, freckled skin, the large nipples so pale on her soft young breasts. I leaned forward and sucked the left one into my mouth, no longer very gentle. She moaned more loudly. "Oh, Daddy! Yes!" The words rang in my ears as both an agony and an ecstasy. Moving to the right one, I nibbled it for a moment and then swirled my tongue around the perfection of its nipple as well. I pulled her down next to me on the bed and slipped onto my knees on the floor, wordlessly, gently pushing her knees apart, getting my first good view of her juicy little pussy. So wet, so pink, so delicious. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up it, starting at the bottom of the parted lips and continuing until I reached her clit, which was throbbing and standing out already. As she moaned and thrashed on the bed, I sucked and licked harder and faster, savoring the delicious nectar. I heard her peak and felt her soak my face with her juices as she exploded, squealing at the top of her voice. Good thing we're not living in an apartment, I thought absently. Finally I shrugged off my last remaining inhibition. Standing up quickly, I shoved my shorts and underwear down and stepped out of them, peeling my shirt off and tossing it to one side. Stefani's eyes were huge as I crawled up between her outspread legs. My cock was achingly erect, pointing the way to paradise. As the swollen head came in contact with Stef's swollen pussy lips, I groaned and looked into her eyes. Her huge green eyes stared up at me and she nodded her head almost imperceptibly. "Honey?" I whispered. "What, daddy?" "Is this your first time?" She nodded, looking elated and frightened simultaneously. I licked my dry lips and thrust my hips forward, my cock sliding inside her like a piston in a cylinder, like it was made to be there. There was the slightest resistance as I felt her hymen give way — she grimaced slightly, then took a deep breath and wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me further into her. "Oh, god," I whispered into her ear. "Mmm, Daddy," she replied. "I've been waiting for this for so long." I raised my head slightly and looked at her, our eyes two inches apart. "Really?" "Yes, Daddy," she growled. "Now would you please fuck your little girl?" That was all I needed to hear. I thrust into her as far as it would go — I was, as they say, balls-deep in this hot red-haired teenage pussy. "Oh, fuck," I moaned. It was incredible. I began to thrust in and out, no longer concerned with being careful about hurting her. She was as wet as an overripe melon, her woman-flesh a hot pink around my swollen purple cock. I looked down, watching myself slide in and out, getting more excited as I went. I knew this wasn't going to last very long. She was insane now, tossing her head back and forth, her arms gripping my shoulders as I drilled into her, her moaning filling the room. "Oh, GOD! FUCK ME, Daddy! It's SO GOOD!" Hearing my once-innocent darling using such lewd language was too much for me. I felt the glowing, metallic sensation of my orgasm begin to build from underneath my heavy balls, beginning to travel up in an arc, slowly climbing the hill from the bottom of my pelvis to where it would explode through my prick. I continued to slam into her, my ball sack slapping her tight young ass, as the sensation continued to build. I knew I was nearly there. Meanwhile, she grabbed my head in her hands and kissed me hard, her tongue probing for mine. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiiit, Daddy, I'm CUMMING!" she screamed into my mouth, and that was enough to push me over the edge. My orgasm thundered over me like a tsunami, like a nuclear explosion that obliterated every thought in my mind as I felt the white-hot jet of my sperm shoot into my daughter's tight pink cunt, mixing with her womanly juices there. She was no mere girl. Not any more. I held her in my arms for a few minutes, then rolled over onto my back, pulling her on top of me. I felt my softening prick slide out of her, then felt a large glop of my stuff drip onto my leg. My god, what did I just do? I lay there for several minutes in silence, thoughts racing through my mind. I had molested — no, more like raped my daughter. Yes, she'd asked for it, but that wouldn't matter when the law got a hold of me. I'd be spending many years behind bars, and what's more, I deserved it. About that time, she raised her head sleepily and looked into my eyes. "Thank you, Daddy," she murmured. "That was wonderful. You made me so happy, and it felt soooo good." I was speechless once again... what did she expect me to say? She snuggled up to me. "I want your cock inside me every night for the rest of my life." ...To be continued. Surprise of My Life Ch. 02 On the singularly incredible night that she offered up her virginity to me and I took it —at first reluctantly and then gladly — my daughter Stefani slept curled up in my arms in my king sized bed. It was the first time I'd shared my bed with anyone since the death of my beloved wife Pamela in a car wreck eight months prior. Stefani and I both slept in the nude, of course; after the events of the past several hours, there was no longer any conceivable reason for modesty, and we felt no shame or stigma in being naked together. On the contrary, it was a great joy and an amazing feeling of freedom for the both of us. She cuddled up close to me, as close as my very breath, and wrapped her body around mine, maximizing the delicious skin-on-skin contact. "Mmmm, Daddy," she murmured. "I love the way your body feels against me. I love the feel of your hairiness and your beard against my soft skin." She was just 18, auburn haired, green eyed, and totally reveling in her newfound, blossoming sexuality. "Do you love it, too?" "Oh, you bet I do, baby girl," I smiled. Somewhere far off in the back of my mind was a tiny, squawking, insolent voice, like a panicked Tweety bird freaking out in a coal mine, still shrieking that there was DANGER, that it wasn't safe, but I casually reached a hand back, found the noisy little fucker, and squeezed the life out of it. Shut up, you little feathered shit, I thought with an inner smile. The teal-colored satin sheet draped over our bodies, the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds and adding a shimmer of argent to the darkened room. Stef's auburn hair lay like a dark stain spilled across the pillows, her face mere inches from mine. I had been dozing for quite a while, and woke up in the night; the clock on the table across the room read 2:17 AM. I slipped my hand beneath the sheet and grazed it lightly across Stefani's small, firm left breast, with its large, pale nipple. I still felt like the entire experience must have been a dream. She sighed pleasurably as she slept. Nope, I thought to myself, this is no dream. I smiled, closed my weary eyes, went back to sleep and actually did begin to dream. == Oddly, I dreamt of Pamela, my deceased wife. In my dream, I was at my office at the advertising company in which I am a partner. I was seated at my desk working on a project when the phone rang. It was very much a lucid dream, one in which the dreamer is aware that he's dreaming, and I recognized the scenario as it began to unfold. The day Pamela had been killed, sitting at my desk was exactly where I had been in real life. A telephone call had come in to my desk from a police officer who broke the horrible news to me that there had been an automobile accident. Pamela's bright red 2007 Corvette convertible had been forced off the Interstate by a weary and careless semi-truck driver as she was coming home from a visit to her mother's house. She'd hit a concrete column on a bridge abutment at more than 75 miles an hour; there was almost nothing left of the Vette. The doctors said that Pamela had been killed instantly, and never knew what hit her. When the phone rang, I knew immediately that it was going to be that particular piece of bad news; I'd had this dream untold dozens of times in the eight long months since I'd had to bury my wife. I had relived the nightmare over and over. I picked up the phone with a businesslike "This is Addams," expecting to hear the voice of the cop. Instead, I heard Pam's delicate, breathy voice say, "Hi, honey." For some reason, although I was acutely aware, even within the dream, that she was dead, and I was caught by surprise that it was her on the phone rather than the cop, it still didn't seem at all unnatural to hear from her. I could see her face in my mind. She had the same auburn hair as Stef, but her eyes were a deep mahogany brown. "Pamela," I said longingly, "Baby, I've missed you so much." My heart ached until I thought I would drop dead right there on the spot. They'd find my body seated in my office chair, and I'd be gone. But Pam's voice brought me back to my senses. "I miss you, too, darling," she said softly, "but this is how our lives played out. It's all right, my love… you have to go on. You really do." I hesitated over the next question I wanted to ask her. "Pam," I said, "are you… happy?" I found myself choking the words out. "What I meanis… is it true, what they say…? That is, about being free from pain and sorrow, and the cares of this world?" "Oh, yes. It's true," she responded immediately. "I'm perfectly, infinitely happy, sweetheart. And I want you and Stevie to be happy too," using her personal nickname for Stefani. While Pam had doted on Stef, she'd been expecting our baby to be a boy — I never knew exactly why she'd been so certain — and when Stef turned out to be a girl, Pam, of course, loved her anyway and nicknamed her Stevie as a joke. The nickname had stuck for the past eighteen years. I was suddenly apprehensive. "Stefani…?" Did she know about us? My heart pounded in my chest. "Yes, honey. You've made Stefani so very happy by what's happened between the two of you," she reassured me. "It's nothing to be ashamed of at all. She's a grown woman now, and she knows what she wants… and, honey, she wants you. I want you to make each other happy for as long as you want it to continue." The dream suddenly disappeared like a soap bubble bursting. I found myself awake and looked down at Stefani's sleeping form. She was still curled up tightly against my side, her breathing soft and low, her face lying on my chest, her hair fanned out across her face. Her leg was sprawled over my body, with her inner thigh resting directly on my cock, which rapidly began to harden as I started to wake up enough to take in the whole situation. I thought about the dream I'd had and what Pam had said. Could that have been something real, or was I subconsciously finding a way to justify my own actions? I didn't know. I pulled Stef closer to me and heard her give an appreciative, contented sigh in her sleep. I smiled and allowed myself to sink back into dreamland. == But I didn't have any more dreams that night, at least none that I recalled the next day. The next thing I was aware of was waking up to a dimly lit room and the sensation that someone was lying across my thighs. The sleep-haze cleared and I looked down to find Stefani lying awake with her face near my cock, a broad grin on her face. She'd evidently been examining my penis closely for some time. "Good morning, Daddy," she chirped. "Did you sleep well?" "Never better," I smiled. "What about you, baby?" "It was wonderful. I love sleeping in your arms," she said. She grinned saucily. "You know what I want for breakfast?" My cock twitched. The proximity of her face to my dick was giving me a pretty damned good idea. "Uhm… Mickey Mouse pancakes?" I grinned, referring to her favorite childhood breakfast. "No, Daddy," she laughed with an evil grin on her lips. "Those were fine when I was six, but I'm all grown up now… don't you think so?" "Mmmm. Yes, I'd say you're definitely a big girl now." "Yup. And this big girl wants to have her Daddy's sausage for breakfast." Holy fucking shit. My cock stiffened at the thought of my darling daughter giving me head. I let out a low moan as it began to stand up. "Will you teach me, Daddy?" she said, in her best little-girl voice. Oh, god. I smiled at her. "Just take it in your mouth, honey… not too deeply, until you get used to it, or it's liable to choke you… and suck on it like you would a popsicle, suck and lick and… just do what feels natural," I grinned. "If you hear me say 'Ow,' that's a bad thing." She giggled for a moment and then fell silent. She locked eyes with me and I watched as she opened her wet, pink lips and took my cock deep into her mouth. She began to swirl her tongue around it and bob her head up and down as if she'd been doing it for years. "Ohhh, fuck," I groaned. "Stef… that feels sooo good." She smiled wordlessly and increased the pace. I felt her tongue probe at the opening at the end of my penis, felt her tiny hand begin to gently massage my balls. I could feel my cock swelling as I watched her devouring it. Once again I had that sensation of surrealism. Are you sure this isn't a dream? "Don't be scared to suck harder," I said. "It'd take quite a bit for you to hurt me. Just be careful of the teeth." She enthusiastically began taking it in deeper, and I felt her gag a little bit. "Don't choke yourself, baby girl," I said, but she insisted on going deeper. Shit, I thought. My teenage daughter is trying to deep throat my hard cock. The thought made my head swim. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of her tongue working on my meat. Oh, shit. Shi, shit, shit. "Mmmmm. Suck your daddy's cock, sweet baby girl. Yesssss," I moaned. My vision turned red as I felt my orgasm rushing toward me like the soft roll of distant thunder from an approaching thunderstorm. She continued, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling… Ohhh, Jesus, I thought. I had never had such a wonderful blow job. Then the thought came into my mind: Your baby girl is sucking your cock, you fucking horny old bastard. That pushed me over the edge. Without warning, my orgasm erupted. A jet of white sperm jetted into Stefani's mouth, down her throat, and she began to choke and splutter. I grabbed her head with both hands, now pretty much out of control, my eyes shut tight, as I continued to fill her mouth with white heat — two, three, four spurts of my seed. She swallowed reflexively, eyes wide, coughing at the taste of the bitter, hot liquid. Jesus. The next thing I knew, I found myself waking up once again and the clock said 10:17am. == I was alone in the large bed, the sheets crumpled around me. There wasn't a trace of semen on me anywhere; Stef had apparently slurped down every last drop. It was dim in the room, and a lightning flash outlined the blinds in black and white momentarily, followed by a low roll of thunder several seconds later. I sat up and slipped my shorts on, my cock half-hard again simply from thinking about all that had transpired in the last twelve hours. I rose and walked out into the house; Stefani was on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and nothing else, watching the rain pouring down outside. The sound was loud on the skylight and the cedar shingled roof. I smiled and sat down next to her. "You OK?" I said. "Morning, Daddy. Never better," she smiled, reaching for me. I pulled her to me and slipped under the blanket with her as another crash of thunder sounded. Her skin was warm against my body. In moments, her tiny hand was in my shorts, stroking me to erection again. "Goddamn, girl, you are fucking insatiable," I grinned. "Well," she replied. "I learned from the best." I looked at her slyly. "Kara?" She laughed softly. "I meant you, Daddy. But I guess Kara has been a good mentor, too." She pulled my shorts off and disappeared under the blanket. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of her mouth gently sucking the swollen head of my cock between her lips. In seconds, it was fully hard and she popped her head out from the blankets. "I want to sit on it, Daddy." I sat back, letting her shift around until she was seated on me. I reached down, parting the lips of her already-wet cunt with my fingers, and guided my cock inside her as she moaned. Pulling her tight to me, I felt her hard nipples brush my chest as she began to bounce on my lap, riding my prick. I wrapped my arms around her, slowly moving my pelvis up and down, letting her perform most of the action, feeling her beautiful, hairless pussy grip me as she ground her pelvis against me. The thought swept over me once again, I'm fucking my own daughter. I pushed her over onto her back on the sofa, moving on top of her and beginning to thrust hard into her, feeling my swollen cockhead slamming into her cervix, hearing her begin to scream as her orgasm approached. "Oh, yes, Daddy! Yes!" I fought to hold back, not wanting it to end yet. It was very nearly too much. "Fuck me, you big stud!" she growled. I grinned at her, embarrassed at her words. "You are! You're my big stud daddy and I love your cock inside me!" she hissed between clenched teeth. I filled her tight, pink cunt with white heat yet again. We'd have to use upholstery cleaner on the sofa cushions. == Later that afternoon, Kara dropped by. The way she grinned at me made me aware that Stefani must have shared everything with her. I felt as if she was watching everything we'd done, seeing it all more explicitly than on the two DVDs she'd left me. Then I realized, So what if she is? I certainly saw a lot of her in the videos. The three of us chatted lazily about the rain, the pool, a new song the girls both enjoyed… then Kara finally broached the subject. "I hear you and Stef finally hooked up, Mr. Addams," she grinned slyly. "Congrats. That's so fucking hot." I wasn't sure what to say. What do you say to someone who says, "Congratulations on the whole 'banging your daughter' thing."? I simply smiled at her. Then she asked, "Did you like watching me and my dad on the DVDs?" "Uhm… yeah, I did," I confessed. "You really know how to play to the camera." She smiled. "I enjoy it. I love acting slutty. I think I could be a porn star," she replied. We all laughed, but it was true. The little slut could be a porn superstar, I thought to myself. "I'd love to get to watch the two of you sometime," Kara said. "It'd be hot." She looked across the table at Stefani. "You don't know how long she's wanted to be with you, Mr. Addams." I looked at Stef self consciously and we smiled at each other. "She's talked about it for, like, a year, I know." I wasn't sure what to say about her watching us, so I said nothing, and before too much more time had passed, it was getting late and Kara said her goodbyes and took off for home. "Did you have fun telling her all about what's been going on?" I smiled. Stefani gave me a soft smile and looked at me, her eyes twinkling and her cheeks flushed slightly. "You know I did." "She wants to watch us fuck," I said. "Well, you know," Stefani smiled. "Turnabout is fair play." I didn't respond. We sat in the living room and watched an old movie, cuddling and kissing on the sofa like a pair of lovers… which, it dawned on me, is what we were. My daughter and I were in love. When the movie was over, we went up to my bedroom and I laid down on the bed. "Oh, no, you don't," Stefani grinned. "I want you nekkie, Daddy." I grinned and took off my shirt, shorts and underwear. She stripped gracefully, revealing that incredibly young, smooth body once again. We crawled into the cozy bed and she snuggled up to me once more. "Jesus, you're gonna wear me out, little girl," I said. "And despite what you may think, there's not a lot of insurance money involved." She laughed and said, "Just cuddle me for a little bit?" I agreed and she turned so her back was to me. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, spooning her. Despite my weariness, however, my cock was already hard, and laid perfectly along the crack of her sweet ass. My hands began to gently knead her breasts and I kissed the back of her neck. I fully intended to allow things to settle down and drift off to sleep, but Stefani had other ideas. Soon I felt her wiggling her perfect, round ass against me, and that quickly superseded any ideas I might have had about sleeping. I lifted her leg slightly, opening her up, and aimed for the gates of paradise once again. She was already wet — clearly, my daughter was a full fledged nymphomaniac — and slid my manhood into her in one stroke. "Mmmm!" she moaned. "Oh, Daddy. Yes!" I intended to make this a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, but the more I thrust into her from behind, the more my mind began to focus on something else. I'd already taken her cherry… now I wanted her ass cherry. I slowed down my thrusting so as not to cum too quickly, and whispered into her ear what I wanted to do. She turned her head and looked back at me, her eyes wide, with a little fear in them. "Do it, Daddy." "Are you sure?" "Yes," she said. "I got to watch Kara and her dad do it like that. She says it's crazy good. Please, Daddy, fuck me in the ass." I pulled out and positioned her on her hands and knees near the edge of the bed. In the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed was a tube of lubricant that hadn't been touched since before Pam's death. I applied a small dab to the tight little target between her butt cheeks. I could feel my cock getting even harder at the thought of what I was about to do to her. I positioned the throbbing head of my cock, as purple and round as a ripe plum, at her greased hole and gently began to push. I urged her to take a deep breath and relax, and felt the head of my prick pop into her. I carefully moved in and out, a fraction of an inch at a time, spreading the lube up and down my shaft, moving further in with each thrust. Stefani began to squeal and moan, "Oh, god… oh, my fucking god!" as I continued to drill into her. Soon I was in as far as I dared go, at least for now. She was impaled on my cock. I held still and enjoyed the sensation of her soft, smooth ass squirming against and around my rigid meat. It wasn't long before I was ready to christen her rectum with my jizz. I asked if she was ready and she begged me to do it. I relaxed and let it happen, and felt myself erupt into her ass like a volcano. She screamed with pleasure and perhaps some pain as I thrust in even further with the ecstasy of my cumming. I collapsed against her back and felt her cool, smooth skin, slick with her perspiration, against mine. I held very still, feeling my cock slowly deflate and begin to slide out of her violated asshole. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered. "That was amazing." Her voice caressed my soul. I slept soundly that night, and woke up to another day as the luckiest Dad in the world.