30 comments/ 185375 views/ 131 favorites Video Vixen By: RainierWriterII Once again, I am very grateful to my friend Gayle for her willingness to edit my work, particularly during the holiday season. You are the best! Please be aware that this story contains ANAL. Those opposed should probably avoid. ------------------------------------------------- Has anyone ever asked you a rather innocuous question, but intuitively you could tell there was greater meaning by either their tone or facial expression? Something like, "You're not related to a Shannon Kelly, are you?" may have sounded innocent enough to others, yet somehow you instantly knew the inquiry went far deeper than just the spoken words. I, too, recently had just such an experience, and my world has simply been rocked to the core ever since. My name is Brian Kelly, and I am a 41 year old husband and father of one daughter. My wife, Bridget, and I met in college and we were married soon after graduation. We had planned to hold off starting a family for a few years so we could first establish our careers, yet only two months after our honeymoon we found out Bridge was pregnant. Our daughter, Shannon, was born eight months later, and in spite of the fact that our plans had gone somewhat awry, we both fell in love with her instantly and formed quite the happy little family. Right out of school, I landed an auditing position with a major public accounting firm. The pay was decent compared to what most of my classmates were making, but the hours were simply brutal. To make matters worse, much of my free time the first couple of years was spent studying for my exams. As a result I didn't get to see my young family nearly as much as I would have liked, yet I cherished every minute I got to spend with my two girls. Just as soon as I completed all the requirements towards my CPA, I left public accounting and found a job in financial management with a manufacturing firm where I still work today. During our busy seasons I often worked longer hours, but for the most part I was nine to five. As a result, I was lucky enough to spend far more time with my family, and was usually home in time for dinner. Bridget, on the other hand, played stay-at-home mom until Shannon went off to school, then accepted an entry level management position with a retail clothing chain. Over the subsequent years, she worked her way up the organization and is now a senior buyer and today often works longer hours than I do. There were times Bridget and I talked about having more children, but we truly felt blessed with little Shannon. After Bridge went off to work, we decided that one would be enough, so our family never expanded. There were times I longed for a son, but those feelings usually passed after spending mere minutes around my daughter. As her dad, I'm clearly biased, but I think Shannon is simply the most perfect person I've ever met. Anyone looking at her would instantly see she was stunning, yet she was so much more than just a beauty. She consistently made top marks at school and was just a sweet a kid as you could hope for. Both her mom and I are considered intelligent and attractive, but Shannon surpassed us each by leaps and bounds. In high school, Shannon was of course a part of the popular crowd, and always seemed to be surrounded by numerous friends. In spite of the fact that she was extremely attractive, it didn't appear that she dated very much, something which candidly pleased me to no end. She had a couple short-term boyfriends, but none seemed to last more than a month or two. Both Bridget and I assumed Shannon was a virgin when we dropped her off at college, and hoped she would continue to make good choices when she was so far away from home. At first it was difficult adjusting to life without our daughter in the house, but Bridget and I soon settled into a new routine. With Shannon gone, my wife and I seemed to become more intimate than we had been in ages, a dynamic I truly loved. Bridge was still a lovely woman and I relished our renewed sex life. It almost felt like we were dating again, which was more than okay for me. Shannon's freshman year flew by and before I knew it, she was home with us for summer break. It was wonderful having her around as the house seemed more like a home. I noticed that Shannon seemed much more confident and mature than she had been only a year before, and I secretly wondered about the cause. Had she just grown from experiencing independence for the first time or was it something more? Earlier that Spring, senior management of my firm made the decision that we needed to finally get ages worth of hand-written journals and reports into our computer system. Most were at least 20 to 25 years old, but apparently rooms full of notebooks needed to be tossed and replaced in digital form. Unfortunately, this responsibility ultimately reported to me. We hired a number of temps to handle the data entry, and set them up with laptops in a large conference room. I assigned one of my junior staff to oversee them, but I popped in every now and then to check on the status so I could report back to management as needed. There were eight temps total, six women and two males. Jeff, one of the guys, was not as fast at data entry as his colleagues from what I observed, but for some reason rapidly seemed to be their unofficial leader. According to his resume, Jeff had graduated the previous year from a quality private college. I joined him in conversation on a few occasions, and found him both bright and engaging. At times while we chatted, he appeared to lament his liberal arts degree because he thought it was a liability in finding meaningful work. He was clearly hard-working and intelligent, so I made it a point to keep my eye on his progress. Just about the time Shannon arrived home from school for the summer, most of the data entry project was complete. As a result, we whittled the temp staff down and kept only those who were tops in both quality and quantity of output. Even though he was not a top producer, I saved a spot for Jeff as he managed the group better than the permanent employee I had assigned to the task. Two weeks later we were down to just a bit of clean-up work, so we let go all the remaining temps, save Jeff. Since he was now working alone in the large conference room, I popped in to check up on him from time to time. I knew Jeff didn't have a lot of money, so one afternoon I called in Chinese takeout for the both of us, and joined him for lunch. I asked him about school and his family, and genuinely enjoyed our interaction. I was about to tell him all about my family, when he asked, "Mr. Kelly, you said you're from Springfield, right?" I had told him to call me Brian on a number of occasions, but I ignored the salutation and responded, "Sure am." Jeff paused for a moment, then slightly cocked his head before asking, "You're not related to a Shannon Kelly, are you?" I'm not completely sure why, but for some reason I could almost feel the tension in his voice. Jeff also appeared to go stiff for a moment, something I had never previously observed from him. For nineteen years I had been amazingly proud of my daughter, and freely pointed out all of her achievements to anyone and everyone, yet suddenly I felt a pang of doubt deep within my belly. For whatever reason, I felt compelled to lie, "Never heard of her, but then again there are about twenty other Kelly families in Springfield." A cold sweat broke out over my entire body when he chuckled softly and replied, "Well, that's good." I had to catch my breath for a moment, and fought to remain as calm as possible to not give myself away, before I asked, "Why is that?" Jeff looked a bit more at ease for a moment, and then said apologetically, "Sorry, it's probably not appropriate conversation for the workplace." My interest was completely peaked, so there was simply no way I was going to let this go. I took a deep breath and stated, "It's just us guys here, don't worry about it." Jeff looked towards the conference room door, then back at me. He lowered his head, and then said softly, "Well, from what I hear, she's a wild one." I know kids experiment with sex, but I had always assumed Shannon was rather innocent. The idea that she could be considered 'wild' was something I'd never even contemplated. It took everything I had to appear calm, but with dread I casually asked, "How wild?" After looking towards the door once more, he responded, "Totally wild." Upon hearing his words, my heart sank to my feet. I prayed there had to be another Shannon Kelly in Springfield, but deep down feared the worst. After a pause to collect my thoughts, I asked, "How do you know that?" "My cousin dated her for a while at school last year." I desperately needed to know more, but tried my best to appear nonchalant. "Totally wild? What does that even mean these days?" Jeff responded, "Well, according to my cousin, she's a virgin." I was momentary ecstatic, before he added, "But apparently she'll do pretty much anything else." The word 'anything' rattled around in my brain for a while, before I could finally formulate a thought. "Guys tend to get carried away when they talk about their conquests. You sure your cousin isn't just telling tall tales?" I asked, hoping his cousin was prone to exaggeration. I was stunned when Jeff replied, "Nope, I've seen it." 'Seen it?'Holy shit! I had a really bad feeling about where this conversation was going, but somehow asked, "Seen what?" Very calmly, Jeff responded, "He taped it." Three simple words never scared me so much as I felt my perfect little world crumbling around me. Deep down I knew my daughter would never willingly place herself in such a compromising position, so if it truly was her on film, it certainly had to be done without her knowledge. As anxious as I felt on the inside, I had to know more, and casually asked, "Your cousin taped it? Did she know?" "Nope, he hid the camcorder on a shelf behind some books," Jeff responded, looking a bit guilty. There was a pause in the conversation, before he added, "I know it sounds bad, but Drew really is a pretty good guy." "Sounds it," I muttered aloud, before I could catch myself. I quickly regained my focus and asked, "So, how did you see it?" "He e-mailed me the file. He made me promise to delete it after I watched it, but she was too hot to delete." He answered sheepishly. I had a million more questions I wanted to throw at him instantly, but didn't want to appear too anxious. "So, what does she look like?" I asked. "She's freakin gorgeous," he nearly barked. Shannon is a brunette, so I hoped for negative confirmation when I asked, "So, is she a hot blonde or something?" "No, she has brown hair," he responded, then added, "do you know the actress Rachel Bilson?" "Nope," I answered truthfully. "Well, they look a lot alike." The instant I got back to my office I was going to look for pictures of Ms. Bilson on the internet in the hopes she and my Shannon looked nothing like one another. Jeff had never been in my office, but I also made a note to hide my family photos as well, just in case. I was irate that some young punk would film my daughter in a compromising position, if it really was her that is. Candidly, as a father, I was pretty pissed off even if it wasn't my daughter. My blood was boiling and I found my right hand pulled into a fist, pressed tightly into my left palm. I was afraid I might actually attack Jeff, so I quickly changed the subject and talked about the data entry project for a short while. A few minutes later I excused myself and rapidly made my way back to my office. I did a Google search for Rachel Bilson, and found a face eerily similar to that of my own daughter. Please, please tell me this was all just a bad dream, I pleaded to myself. That evening over diner, it was hard to look at Shannon and not think of her in a sexual way. She had always been my baby, but suddenly there was no escaping the fact that she was a super sexy young woman. The flowing brown hair that framed her face only highlighted her dark, mysterious eyes, while her lips were poutier than I'd ever before noticed. I suddenly felt a throbbing in my shorts as I gazed upon my only child, and as troubled as it made me feel, I realized I simply had to see the tape from Jeff's cousin. Most of me prayed that it was some other Shannon on film, yet a small part wondered what my daughter might look like in a sexy scenario. Either way, I just had to know for sure. I intentionally stayed away from the conference room the next morning, but then entered in the afternoon. Jeff met me with a smile, and we chatted amicably for a while, before I had to cut to the chase. I wasn't sure just how to ask him, but finally stated, "I'd like to see the video of that Shannon girl." Jeff looked stunned for a moment, but then responded, "I can't Mr. Kelly. Drew would kill me if he knew." "You said he told you to delete it, but you didn't." "I know, but I can't. I just can't," he mouthed, nervously. I had barely slept all night, and had almost scripted this exact moment in my mind over and over. I scooted my chair closer to his, and then said as calmly as possible, "Jeff, you've been looking for full-time work for almost a year, haven't you?" Jeff's eyes were trained on my face intently, I'm sure, curious as to where this was going. "Yes," he answered with a slight nod. After a long pause, I stated, "If you forward me a copy of the video, I'll write you a glowing recommendation. I'll even act as a reference too." He didn't respond at first, so I added, "I know a ton of powerful people in this town. I can check and see who might be hiring." I knew I was taking advantage of my position, but candidly I didn't really care as I just had to see the video. Jeff looked very nervous, but after some short contemplation agreed to my request. He asked for my personal e-mail address, and then said, "I'll send it to you tonight, but please delete it after you watch, okay?" "Of course," I assured him, but I was more intent on seeing the tape than on keeping my word. I needed to know if Shannon was the girl on film, and if so, just what exactly was she doing that may be 'wild.' I think it's fair to say that when I arrived home that evening my nerves were completely on edge. Sharing a meal with my two best girls was special as always, yet I couldn't help but think about Shannon's possible starring role in an adult video, a copy of which just might be in my inbox at that very moment. My mind was preoccupied, but somehow made it through dinner without doing anything too stupid. My family and I settled in the den after supper to watch TV, yet for the life of me I could not concentrate on the screen. I really wanted to check my e-mail, and fought to come up with excuses to leave the room. I was going crazy, so I finally asked the girls, "Can we flip to the ball game for a while?" I heard my wife groan aloud, before my daughter whined, "Dad, we're in the middle of a movie. Go watch the game somewhere else." That was exactly the response I was looking for, and the perfect excuse to sneak away for a while. I made my way to my home office, and booted up the computer. I looked over my shoulder as I logged into my personal e-mail address, and hoped to see something new in my in-box. As luck would have it, I had a couple new messages, one of which was from a 'Jeffster,' which I knew must have been from Jeff. I stood up and closed the door to my office, in the event either of my girls should show up unannounced. I was suddenly far more nervous than at any other point in my entire life, fearing that in only moments I may see my lovely daughter in an entirely new light. Being caught in the act by one of the ladies also weighed heavily on my mind, but not enough to stop. To keep it from any potential prying eyes, I opened a file in one of my work folders, and protected it with a password. I then clicked the download button, and waited impatiently as the video slowly moved into the new file. Once complete, I closed out of everything and walked back to the den to make sure the coast was clear. Bridget and Shannon were staring at the tube with great interest, clearly indifferent to my presence, so I made my way back to the computer. I closed and locked the office door, and then took a seat in front of the monitor. With trembling fingers, I opened the file that Jeff sent. Moments later, my video player opened completely blank. Within seconds however, the black turned to color, and I could clearly see the unmistakable face of my lovely daughter staring back at me from the center of the screen. There was no escaping the fact that my Shannon was indeed in the movie after all. Instantly, my worst fear was realized. I was stunned when I looked down and learned the clip was over eighteen minutes long. I had hoped that it was only a minute or two, and maybe just showed a bit of groping. With eighteen minutes on film, the chances for that looked increasingly bleak. My heart was racing and I felt light headed, as the video began to run. I quickly pressed my headphones into the jack as the volume was louder than expected, and I didn't want to girls to hear. A rap song played in the background, and I could hear a male voice coming from somewhere out of the shot, "Dance for me." The camera was trained in Shannon's general direction, but at times she would almost move out of the frame. I focused in on her for the first time as she moved from side to side, and took her in. She was dressed in a short denim skirt and simple red top, and looked more girl next door than sex video vixen. However her dancing was highly sensual. Shannon bumped and grinded to the beat for a minute or two, before the voice once again was heard, "Take it off!" She moved forward and grasped the bottom seam of her shirt. Very suggestively she raised it until her belly came into view, then she teasingly pulled it back down. She repeated this a few times, before she slowly pulled it over her head and tossed it over a nearby chair. A sly smile broke out across her face as she stood swaying in just her skirt and a cute bra. The bra was red, covered all over in small pink and white hearts. As her father, I know I should have been disgusted or outraged, but in truth I was captivated. I sat rooted in place, wondering just what was going to happen next. I'm not going to lie, I had never seen a more perfect body and I wanted to see more. Shannon turned her back to the camera, and began shaking her bottom side to side. She appeared to be pointed just to the left of the lens, so I assumed that was where Jeff's cousin must have been. I saw her hands go to her hips, where she grasped the hem of her skirt. Wiggling her butt from back and forth, she slowly pulled it lower until her panty-clad bottom came into view. The underwear were clearly a matching set, as Shannon's panties were the same heart pattern on red. A thin strip of fabric ran between her cheeks, before they spread outwards as they went across her narrow hips. Her bottom was simply magnificent. Shannon shook her bottom to and fro a few times while she looked over her shoulder, casting back the sexiest look I had ever seen. Her eyes sparked like diamonds as very pouty lips mouthed the words to the song. Very slowly she pushed on the skirt, and gently eased it down to her feet. She then kicked it away with a dramatic flair, and turned forward. My baby girl was dancing, now clad only in her bra and skimpy panties. Now I had seen my daughter in a bikini on numerous family vacations, so I had some idea how she looked under her clothes, but nothing prepared me for this. I'm sure if I had found her bra or panties sitting in the laundry basket, I would have thought they were very cute and sweet, covered in hearts as they were. Yet at that moment, seeing Shannon dancing to the music wearing nothing else, they just seemed to ooze sex. Video Vixen Shannon ran her fingers into her long hair, and tossed it side to side as the beat of the song picked up. For a moment it appeared that she had forgotten she even had an audience, until she slowed her movements and looked straight ahead with steely eyes. A moment later, her hands went to her tummy as she began to caress herself. Inch by inch, her fingers moved upwards until they cupped her perky breasts. I hate to admit it, but I had never been harder in my entire life. My daughter stands just over five feet tall, and is all of a hundred pounds soaking wet. I think her breasts fit her frame perfectly; I'd guess and say a B cup max. Her belly, legs and ass are all lean, so she has more of a dancer's body than an athlete's. Once again, the disembodied voice from outside the frame shouted over the music, "Take it off!" Shannon's face twisted into a big grin as she moved her hands behind her back. She kept rocking her hips from side to side, before she slowly brought one arm forward to cover her chest. A moment later, her other arm joined the first, completely hiding her breasts. I could see her fingers flex as it appeared she was gently massaging her tits, something in even my darkest fantasies I'd never imagined. Slowly her hands began to wander upwards until they reached her collar, where she gently eased her bra straps outwards until they fell off her shoulders. Shannon's cute little bra would have fallen off, but she appeared to catch it and hold it in place with the forearms that still lay across her chest. The beat of the song picked up once more, and Shannon began to twirl around on the spot. She seemed so in the moment I wondered if maybe she was high. Finally she looked ahead once more, and then slowly pulled her bra down her arms and tossed it alongside her shirt. The footage may have been a tad grainy, but Shannon's breasts appeared absolutely perfect. I was reminded of the Three Bears. They were neither too small nor too large. They were simply just right. Capping each perfect orb were tiny light brown nipples, much like her mothers. On the left of the screen I saw movement, just as a male figure entered the frame and stood a few feet before my daughter. I assumed it must be Drew Stanton, the director of the video and the infamous cousin of Jeff. From the angle of the camera, I could see just a bit of the side of his face, which I assume was his plan all along to remain as anonymous as possible. He was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, and from what I could tell he was clearly enjoying Shannon's show based on the bulge. I couldn't make out what he said over the music, but slowly Shannon moved forward until she was only a foot or two away from him. She continued to dance for a while, before she slowly dropped down to her knees in front of him. Once again, a feeling of dread overtook me as I felt certain of what was about to happen. In spite of that fact, I just couldn't shut it off. It was surreal watching my only daughter's hands move to Drew's hips and slowly draw his shorts down. I then saw her move one hand towards his groin, and from the motion of her shoulder, it appeared that she must be stroking his erection. They were speaking to one another softly, but the music sadly drowned out their words. Drew reached his right hand out and placed it upon the top of Shannon's head and gently stroked her hair. He then ran it to the back of skull, and seemed to pull it towards him. My daughter's face disappeared from my view as it moved closer to her lover, but it was obvious what was happening. Soon I saw her head move forward and backwards as she was clearly sucking on his cock. Drew started rocking his hips slightly, matching my daughter's movements. The music died out, and I could finally hear the action. "That's it baby, suck my cock," he crowed coolly, as he continued to hold her head. Just a minute or two later, I heard, "Here it comes," just before his body stiffened as he obviously came in Shannon's mouth. My daughter stayed on her knees for a bit, and then climbed back to her feet. She wiped her hand across her mouth, then smiled wide and asked, "So, you enjoy that?" "Hell, yea," he replied enthusiastically, nodding his head. Shannon grinned even wider then responded, "Good, now it's my turn." With that she slowly backup up to the bed behind her. Staring directly at Drew, she placed her hands on her hips and wiggled her body from side to side as she pushed her panties to her feet. She fell back on the bed and spread her legs wide. I have to be honest, at that moment I was completely jealous of Jeff's cousin. My absolute favorite thing in the world was giving oral sex, and from what I could tell my only daughter was begging for it. From the angle I could just see a bit of her crotch, and noticed it was shaved bare. I so wanted to be between her legs loving her perfect little pussy. I began to salivate pondering what my baby girl may smell and taste like. Apparently Drew must have been spent from his orgasm, because there was little to no movement on his part. I guess Shannon must have been desirous for her own release, because I saw her hand move between her legs and cover her mound. Even on the grainy video, I could see my daughter's fingers begin dancing up and down her slit. She had her head on a couple pillows, so I could see her face glowing, clearly enjoying the feeling she was giving herself. I must admit I was somewhat disappointed when I watched Drew finally move forwards and drop between Shannon's outstretched legs. His head dipped down until it was right over her pussy, and I assume he began licking her. A long groan came through my headphones, followed by, "That's it, so good." I couldn't tear my eyes away from the monitor as I watched Shannon's knees move in and out as she steadily rocked her hips into Drew's face. She had one hand on the back of his head with the other toyed with her hard little nipples. I was completely shocked when I next heard, "Put a finger in my ass." For years I had tried to coax Bridget into having anal sex with me. At times I attempted to stimulate her ass with my tongue or a finger in the hopes she might finally give in, but sadly I was rebuffed every time. But there was my only child, begging for it. Now, I was insanely jealous. Drew moved a hand between her legs, and I assume was complying with Shannon's demand. "Yes," she hissed, "I'm so close." Both her hands went to Drew's head as she began grinding her pussy into his face. She had her feet on the bed, which she used for leverage as she rocked her hips up and down faster and faster. Seconds later I heard a long squeal as Shannon collapsed back onto the bed. Her head rolled to the side and I could see a look of complete contentment written all over her beautiful face. Drew stayed between her legs for a while, and then rose to his feet. Shannon looked up at him and gave him a soft smile. I heard him state plainly, "I want to fuck you." I had a feeling something like that was coming, but was surprised by her immediate reaction, "I told you before; I'm a virgin and plan to stay that way." "Then I want your ass again," he replied. 'Again!' rocked through my head and sent shivers through my entire body. Although she looked a lot like her, Shannon was clearly not her mother's daughter in this one respect. Shannon rolled up onto her elbow, and casually responded, "Okay, but you know the drill. No glove, no love." Drew quickly went to a desk and opened it, retrieving a small box. When he turned, I finally got a view of his cock, which candidly was not very impressive. It looked to be five inches max, and not very thick. The moment I heard him ask for anal I was worried about her, but I figured his tool couldn't do too much damage. And of course, I was thrilled that if she was actually going to do it, she demanded protection. My eyes went back to Shannon, and I saw her remove a small tube from her purse. I couldn't believe my daughter carried lube around with her, and wondered just how often something like this happened in her life. Maybe she really was a wild child, and had fooled her parents for years. Drew ripped a condom from its wrapper and rolled it onto his dick. Shannon moved close to him and sat on the side of the bed, and then poured a bead of lube down his shaft. She massaged it slowly up and down his length for a minute or so, then handed him the tube. She twisted over onto all fours, her bottom facing the camera. She glanced back over her shoulder, and casually said, "Make sure you get plenty on me." The young man bent over, blocking my view of the world's most perfect bottom. He fiddled behind her for a while, and then tossed the tube away as he moved almost directly against her. Shannon's knees were at the edge of the bed, so standing beside her on the floor, his cock was lined up almost perfectly with her taut ass. As much as I wanted to shut the video off and run away, hoping to somehow rid the image from my mind forever, I simply could not. My cock throbbed in my pants as I watched Drew shuffle forward, hunching over my baby's butt. Only seconds later, I heard Shannon let out a loud, "Oh, yes." My daughter's proclamation was quickly followed by Drew's hissing, "Fuck, so tight." His hands went to Shannon's hips as he slowly began thrusting his hips back and forth. I could hear grunting sounds fill my ears, but I couldn't tell if they were from her or him. After two minutes or so, my daughter's shoulders lowered to the bed for support as I saw her arm move between her legs. She was clearly rubbing her pussy as Drew drove his cock in and out of her firm young ass, and I could now clearly hear her moaning. Even though he had cum only a few minutes before, I saw the young man begin to thrust with greater urgency. I can't say as I blame him as I was quite certain I wouldn't have been able to last long fucking that absolutely perfect bottom. I had not even touched myself, yet I was close to cumming as well. Drew's rhythmic groans filled my ears, while Shannon said, "Oh fuck," over and over again. Just seconds later, I watched Drew's back go stiff, before he collapsed with a groan in a heap across the back of my daughter. The two rolled over onto their sides, Shannon encased in his arms. The two lay side by side on the bed, heaving to catch their breath, just as the video ended and the screen went black once more. I simply could not move. In my days I had seen a few porn films, but nothing could have ever prepared me for what I had just watched. I looked down and my khaki slacks were tented up lewdly, with a big wet spot over my groin. While I had not shot my load, I obviously must have released about a gallon of pre-cum. When I finally regained my senses, I closed all the files and shut the computer off. I quickly made my way to my room, and discarded my soiled shorts and slacks before burying them at the bottom of the hamper. After I slipped into my bed clothes, I took a few long, deep breaths to steady my nerves, before I could face the girls. Back In the den, I found the two in the same positions I had left them in earlier. They looked blissfully unaware of what I had been up to, which made me breathe just a tad easier. I went to the kitchen and poured a cold drink, then sat at the table sipping it, wondering just what the hell I was going to do next. Should I just ignore it and pretend it never happened? Or should I confront her somehow? Every possible option seemed to be unpleasant and wrought with peril. My body shivered when I received the usual goodnight hug from my daughter later that evening. When she leaned up to give me a soft peck on the cheek, I inadvertently let my hands dip a bit until they were almost cupping her ass cheeks. She strolled away to bed like nothing had happened, but in my mind I felt like I had gotten away with something. In bed, I was able to coax my wife into having sex, but I am ashamed to admit it was not her I was thinking about. As I lapped at her pussy, I could almost see my daughter's shaved snatch and I ate her with great enthusiasm. I then pulled her over and fucked her doggie style, and dreamed that I eased my cock up a hole to thrust into her tight ass. Only it was not her ass I was thinking about, it was that of my lovely Shannon, and I came harder than I ever had in my entire life. The next week was oddly uncomfortable at work. Jeff and I seemed to have an unsaid agreement that we would not talk about the video, which was fine with me. His assignment ended that Friday, and as promised I wrote him a great recommendation. I prayed he never learned that Shannon was my daughter. Of course, I still wanted to kick his cousin's ass, but I knew it would never happen. Things at home were not much better. I felt really uncomfortable being in the same room with my daughter as I just could not get the images from the video out of my head. It was probably made worse due to the fact that I re-watched it every chance I got. Shannon was simply the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and I drank her naked form in with relish. Pretty much every time the girls were out, so was my cock, and I rubbed myself off as I watched her in action. About two weeks after I received the video, my wife went out of town for business for one evening, leaving Shannon and me alone. We watched TV on the sofa together, and tingles ran through my body being so close. For some reason I felt compelled to say something, and before I could edit myself I asked, "Do you know a Drew Stanton?" Shannon's eyes went wide for a moment as she stared back at me, then she responded, "Yea, why do you ask?" "His cousin is temping for me and he thought you two might be friends," I stated as calmly as possible. "We go to school together. He's a nice guy," she replied, but I could tell her mind was racing. We went back to watching our show for a while in silence, when Shannon asked, "Did Drew's cousin say anything else?" "No, why?" I lied. "Oh, just wondering," she responded, clearly feeling uneasy. I was going to follow up with a few questions, but decided to just drop it. I wasn't really sure what else I could say without opening a can of worms. It did make my body shiver, knowing I clearly had her on edge however. Our goodnight hug was brief, but she felt wonderful pressed so tightly against me. As I lay in bed that night, I stroked myself off thinking about Shannon. She was just down the hall, and I wondered if she might be rubbing herself like she had on the video. I came for about the fiftieth time in the last two weeks, thinking of my daughter, before I finally drifted off to sleep. I know it sounds sick, but I found myself snooping around Shannon's room when I was home alone and not otherwise glued to my computer screen watching the tape. I searched high and low for anything sexy or otherwise incriminating. One evening I found the panties from the video among the dirty clothes in her hamper, and just had to bring them to my nose for a sniff. There was a light musky scent, which was completely intoxicating. My cock instantly went hard and I recklessly pulled it out right there in my daughter's room and began to jerk off. Thankfully I quickly came to my senses and put the panties away, then ran to the safety of my bathroom to finish the task at hand. The next few weeks Shannon and I seemed to pass like two ships in the night. I was afraid to be too close, wondering if I could keep my hands to myself, while she appeared concerned I might know more about her personal life than I should have. There was tension between us, but thankfully Bridget didn't appear to notice. In my mind I tried to role-play a conversation with Shannon if the subject of the video came up, but I had no idea what to say. I replayed it over and over, but every time found myself at a loss for words. From what I could tell, it was clearly best to leave things alone and not even go there. Bridget was out of town again a short time later, leaving Shannon and me alone once more. She had gone out with friends for the evening, but arrived home at about ten o'clock and joined me on the couch to watch the game. After a half hour of near silence, she turned to me and asked, "What's going on Daddy? You've been really quiet the last few weeks." I had killed three beers earlier watching the ball game, so I guess I may have been a bit more relaxed than usual, but I still just shrugged off her comment with a, "Nothing, sweetie." "Come on Dad, you've been acting funny ever since you asked me about Drew." She peered at me sheepishly, but I couldn't help but find her vulnerability completely sexy. She was wearing a cute skirt and top, and I wondered if she might be wearing the heart underwear set underneath them at that very moment. My mind was racing, but I was at a loss for words. Somehow I just muttered, "It's nothing, really." Shannon moved closer and sat right beside me. She looked deeply into my eyes, and asked, "I know there's something on your mind, now what is it?" Before I could stop myself, I said softly, "I saw a video." My daughter's eyes went even wider, and she stammered, "Wha, umm, what video?" Instantly I knew I had totally screwed up, and tried to get out of it. My mind went blank and all I could do was repeat, "It's nothing, trust me." "What video, Daddy. Tell me!" she demanded and grabbed my hand. I felt like a complete fool for doing so, but somehow sputtered, "Drew, he took a video, umm...of you," Shannon's jaw dropped, and I could see uncertainty and fear in her bright eyes. Very softly, she asked, "What's in the video?" Almost as soft as she, I answered, "The two of you...together. He hid a camera in his room." Tears instantly began to fall from her eyes and her body began to shudder as she must have figured out what was on the tape. She dropped her head into her hands and I could hear her mutter, "Oh my god. Oh, please God, no." I sat in shock for a moment, wondering just why I had admitted to seeing the video, but came to my senses and pulled her into a hug. Shannon bawled with her head on my chest as I gently stroked her back. "Its okay Baby," I whispered in her ear, but she continued to shake as tears wracked her petite frame. After a few minutes of her crying, she eased up a bit and whimpered, "I'm so sorry, Daddy." I didn't really know what to say, so as I rubbed her back I muttered, "Everything's going to be okay, honey." We sat together in silence with her head buried in the nape of my neck, when I decided I had to extricate myself from the situation. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from me, and looked into her watery eyes. She appeared very embarrassed, so I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. I finally said, "You should go get some rest honey. We can talk about this some other time." Shannon just nodded and slowly rose from the sofa. She strode a few steps away, then turned back to look at me. It appeared as though she was going to say something, but once again she turned and continued on towards her room. Seconds later, she was gone and I was left alone with my thoughts. If there was tension between Shannon and me before, it was nothing compared to the next few days. She could barely look at me without blushing or hanging her head. I felt terrible that I had told her the truth, and wished I had just kept things to myself. Bridget was home most of the time when Shannon and I were around, so we had no chance to clear the air. In spite of everything, I found I couldn't take my eyes off of my daughter. I did my best to appear disinterested, but every time she moved my gaze was pulled towards her like a magnet. She was simply so captivating, I had to soak her in. Most of the time when I looked at her she was the same lovely child I had known for nineteen years, but every time I opened the special file on my computer, she was magically transformed into a little video vixen. Video Vixen It was almost two full weeks later when Bridge was on the road again, this time for three days. There was no escaping the fact that my daughter and I would be alone together at some point, and surely would have to discuss the situation. On the first evening of Bridget's trip, Shannon announced she was going to stay over at her friend Jenna's home for the night. I didn't mind in the least as I did not feel ready for a heart to heart. I was surprised when she arrived home just before ten, and joined me in the den. I asked why she was home, and she softly replied, "I think we need to talk." I know I was the adult and should have taken the lead, but honestly felt apprehensive broaching the subject. I nodded my head, but we just stared back at one another, both unsure of just what to say. Finally, through misty eyes, Shannon asked, "Do you hate me?" "Oh, sweetheart, of course not." Just as before, she threw herself into my arms and began crying in earnest. "I'm so, so sorry, Daddy," she whimpered, as I held her tightly. I gently caressed her back, and said, "It's going to be alright, I promise." I slowly rocked her back a forth in my arms to soothe her, just as I had done when she was a child. She felt so small; it didn't really seem all that much different than what I remembered from years before. After another few minutes, Shannon raised her head to look at me. "Daddy, how long is the video?" she asked. I wanted to lie and say it was only a minute or two, but since I had been so dishonest of late, I decided to tell the truth, "It's about eighteen minutes, sweetie." "Eighteen minutes?" she gasped, almost in shock. Her eyes began to water once more, before she wiped her tears with the back of one hand. "I want to see it," she said firmly "I don't think that's a good idea," I replied honestly, slightly shaking my head. "I need to Daddy, please," she whimpered, and then repeated softly, "Please." "Are you sure?" I asked, concerned that she would be horrified to find just what Drew had filmed, and of course, what I had seen. "I'm sure," she responded, nodding firmly. Since she seemed resolved to view it, I told her I'd go set it up for her. As bad as this sounds, I didn't want her to completely delete the file, so I saved another copy under a different name, just in case. When the video player opened, I quickly hit the stop button. I met her back in the den and told her it was ready if she really wanted to see it, and before I even finished the sentence she was headed down the hall towards my office. It almost felt like I was awaiting an executioner as I stared at the clock and watched the seconds slowly tick by. I knew the clip was almost eighteen minutes, which in her absence seemed the longest period of my entire life. I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking at that very moment. I knew she had to be mortally embarrassed, but did she hate me now too? Deep down, I knew I probably deserved it for being so deceitful to both Jeff and Shannon. When twenty minutes had passed, I assumed she must be slumped down in my chair in disgust, and was probably bawling once more. I figured it was best to leave her alone as I didn't want to disturb her while the video might still be playing. That, I was certain would be even more embarrassing. After over a half hour, I finally found Shannon walking back into the room with her head hung low. She could barely look at me, but softly said, "I'm so sorry you had to see that." I'm sure porn stars must contemplate the possibility of family potentially seeing their videos before they take the plunge, but for whatever reason do so anyway. However, I have no doubt that was probably the last thing on my daughter's mind before she hooked up with Drew. The entire situation must have been overwhelming, so I just tried to be as strong, yet understanding as possible. We sat aside one another in silence, when she gazed at me and asked, "Does Mom know?" There was simply no way I could ever let Bridget know about the video. She was a wonderful woman, but I honestly think she may had disowned our daughter outright had see seen it. "No, and she never will," I replied, and gave her a soft smile. After another short period of silence, she asked, "Am I going to be punished?" I had actually thought of that extensively, but really had no idea what to do. I mean, your daughter starring in porn tape, even without her own consent, was not exactly in the parent's handbook."I'm not really sure about that yet sweetie, but I don't think so," I replied honestly, wondering what if anything I could do. I was surprised when she said, "I just feel so guilty, Dad. It'd almost make me feel better to be punished." Candidly that was just about the last thing I expected to hear, so I remained silent and pondered her words. I couldn't ground her or do anything else that Bridget would learn about, but I couldn't come up with any better options. Momentarily, I did think of a spanking, but that was more for my gratification at seeing her bottom up close than anything else. I felt bad letting her punishment comment hang in the air so long without comment, so I finally said, "Look at me baby." Shannon raised her head, her eyes still moist and forlorn. I continued, "Sexual exploration is completely normal for someone your age, so don't beat yourself up over this too much." "But Daddy, I was so nice to him and this is how he repays me?" "I'm so sorry, sweetie, but you're an adult now and you have to live with the consequences of your actions," I replied, sounding way more judgmental than I had hoped. "I know, but...," she attempted to speak, but I cut her off feeling terrible about my last words. "Listen, Shannon. I know you feel betrayed by someone you cared for, which is understandable. I'd want to kill him too. Plus I'm pretty sure you never wanted me to know certain things about your private life, am I right?" Tears flowed down her cheeks once more, but she simply nodded back at me without a word. "Drew's cousin didn't know you were my daughter, so we're the only ones here that know about it. He also told me Drew sent only him a copy and demanded he delete it, so hopefully nobody else even knows it exists," I explained, trying as best as I could to ease her pain. She gave me a weak smile, and then leaned in and pressed her head to my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, and we sat together in silence for close to another hour. Finally we both stirred and stood, and after a long hug we each went off to bed. I found it difficult to sleep that night, wondering if my daughter would be okay. I didn't want her to do anything rash, and hoped in time she would put it all behind her. She was still in bed when I went off to work the next morning, but was home when I arrived back from work. Shannon cooked me a nice dinner, but most of the time we ate in silence. After our meal we cleaned up together, before I retired to the den to watch the news. Shannon joined me a while later and took a seat on the far end of the couch. From the look on her face I could see something was on her mind, so I clicked the TV off, and then asked her if there was something she wanted to discuss. She simply nodded her assent. "Daddy, umm, did you watch the whole thing?" she asked, and of course I knew what thing she had to be talking about. Once again, I decided it was best to just be honest and let the chips fall where they may, so I simply said, "Yes." I felt guilty as hell, but the truth was the truth. "So, are you disgusted with me?" she followed, her cheeks glowing pink and looking as thought she might cry once again. I was pretty sure she was most likely referring to the anal sex portion of the tape. "Of course not. It's not something I ever expected to see mind you, but it wasn't disgusting." I replied, not really knowing what else to say. Instantly I regretted the last comment. If it was not disgusting, what was it then? Shannon must have picked up on this, because after a brief pause she asked something that completely blew me away. "Was it, you know...exciting?" I'm sure my face must have given me away before I even opened my mouth, as I could feel the blood flowing to my cheeks. I looked away from her and stammered for a moment, but somehow managed to get out, "It, ahh, wasn't like that." Shannon surprised me when she moved closer, and asked softly, "How was it then, Daddy?" My mind went completely blank and my lips simply could not form words. Before I could make up a lie, she whispered, "You liked it, didn't you?" I had never felt more completely busted in my life. Before I could stop myself, I whimpered, "Yes." Next thing I knew, Shannon had climbed onto my lap as quick as a cat. She rested her head on my shoulder, and then whispered in my ear, "I'm glad you liked it." From the core of my being, I wanted to push her off and move away, yet I could not. In spite of my discomfort, my cock began to harden under the taut bottom of my only child. Shannon must have felt it too as she slowly began to rock her butt from side to side right atop it. After about a minute sitting on my lap, she whispered, "Let's go watch it together." She had appeared so heartbroken by the video's existence, I was sure she'd never want to even think about it again, but clearly I was wrong. A moment later she rose from my lap and held out her palm, "Come with me, Daddy." Like a zombie, I stood and took her hand before we walked down the hall to my office. Shannon had me sit in the chair, and she plopped herself back down on my lap. I opened the file and entered the password, no longer caring if she saw what I was typing. Shannon rested her head against my shoulder as the video began to play. It was completely surreal watching her dance on the screen as we sat together. Every now and then, she would ask a questions like, "Do you think I look pretty?" which of course I did. When she asked if I liked her cute bra and panties, I felt my cock throb under her bottom as I admitted I loved them. I was hard as steel again, and Shannon began to rock her bottom back and forth over my erection just as she had done in the den. The scene was playing where she gave Drew the blow job, and I was embarrassed when she squeezed her butt down at one point, and said, "Feels like you really like this part." Holding Shannon in my arms while we next watched a guy on the monitor lick her was simply crazy, but seeing what followed was beyond comprehension. As she was being butt fucked on the screen, she whispered in my ear, "Does Mom do that?" I had to be honest and replied, "Nope." "Too bad, Daddy," she hissed, and softly began kissing my neck. I wondered how a girl of nineteen could possibly be so sensual, and I feared she was far more experienced than I had hoped. Regardless, I basked in her attention. By the end of the clip, I was ready to blow my load at any second. I was surprised when she grabbed the mouse, and clicked the start button. She said, "Let's watch it again," then slowly slid off my lap to kneel at my feet. There was simply no way I could stop her as I watched her hands move to my belt. After she opened it, her fingers deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks. She ran her hands to my hips and began tugging downward, and I actually lifted my ass off the chair to help her out. Seconds later, my pants and boxers were below my knees, and I felt her touch my hard shaft for the first time. "So big, Daddy," she whispered as she began stroking me in her soft little hand. Now I'm no porn star, but my cock is almost eight inches long, and probably of slightly above average girth. I have no idea how many she had seen in her life, but compared to Drew I was hung like a horse. The video began playing, just before Shannon lowered her head to my groin. Seconds later, I could feel her warm wet tongue circle the head of my cock, and I let out a long, loud groan. She looked up and me and simply said, "Enjoy." My eyes went back and forth between the image on the screen, and the head bobbing up and down on my lap. I gently ran my fingers into her long hair, and began softly massaging her scalp. I was so close to cumming I wanted to force her head deeper, but somehow I refrained. She had about half of my cock in her mouth while she tickled my balls, and soon I felt the telltale signs of an oncoming orgasm. I thought about pulling her head off my cock, but I remembered she took Drew's seed, so I hoped she wouldn't mind doing the same for me. Giving her just a bit of warning, I said, "Close, so close, sweetie." I was surprised when Shannon subsequently drove her face further down onto my crotch, taking my cock even deeper in her mouth. It was clear I was at the point of no return, but somehow managed to groan, "Cumming." A split second later I fired shot after shot of hot spunk down my daughter's throat, my body convulsing like never before. For a good minute of two, I sat unmoving in the chair trying to catch my breath, while Shannon nursed the last of the load from my deflated cock. Her mother and I had been together for almost twenty two years, and I had never once cheated, so this was my first taste of anything different in over half my life. I'm not going to say she was better than Bridget, but I will admit that something different was definitely good. Finally Shannon rose to her feet, and stood before me. Just like in the video, she asked, "So, you enjoy that?" I honestly hated to sound like Drew, as I didn't want to remind her of him in any way, but I had seen the video so many times it was impossible not to. Before I knew what I was even saying, I mouthed his same words, "Hell, yea." With a sexy grin, she said, "Good, now it's my turn," just like on the tape. Shannon held out a hand and helped pull me to my feet, but my slacks and boxers were still twisted around my knees. She smiled at my predicament, and then said, "You take care of that mess and meet me in my room in ten minutes." Before I could even respond she bounded out of the office and in an instant she was gone. My body was still aflame, so in spite of any reservations I may have previously held regarding my daughter, there was simply no way I could have reigned myself in at that moment. I kicked off my slacks and shorts, then unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I stood in my home office completely naked, the door wide open and my daughter just down the hall. It was certainly a first, but it promised to be a night of firsts. I honestly tried to wait ten minutes, but after just seven or so I couldn't take it anymore and made my way to Shannon's room. When I walked in, I found her standing near her dresser, clad in a white terrycloth robe. She gave me a wide smile, and then motioned for me to sit on her bed. She turned her back to me and fumbled with her stereo, before the same rap song from the video began blaring through her speakers. Seconds later she turned around again and began dancing to the pounding beat. Her fingers ran back and forth across the belt of her robe, and then she slowly untied the knot. She started swinging the loose ends of it in her hands as she mover ever closer towards me. At one point she playfully whipped the soft belt across my face, and then backed away once more. Shannon stood no more than five feet away from me as she slowly opened the robe and let it fall to her feet. I simply could not believe she was left standing before me in only a matching bra and panty set. As luck would have it, they were the little red numbers covered in pink and white hearts. My own heart nearly stopped beating when I took her in! My daughter's face broke out in a huge smile when she saw my expression. "You really do like these, don't you Daddy?" she teased, and I could only nod back. "Well then, you're going to love this," she added, and slowly moved closer, shaking to the music. When she was right before me, Shannon reached back and unclipped her bra. Without any hesitation, she pulled it down her arms and cast it aside. The perfect breasts that I had only seen in video form before were suddenly right before my eyes. I felt like a pervert, but I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Shannon's crotch was just about at my eye level, and she moved forward until her pussy was just inches from my face. She placed her hands upon my head, and softly ran her fingers through my hair. Without warning, she roughly pulled my face into her groin. I could smell her arousal through the thin fabric of her sexy panties, and my cock pounded to life once again. Her hands held my face firmly between her legs as she slowly swayed to the music, but I loved every second of it. I pressed my nose even deeper against the gusset of her silky knickers, and drank in her femininity. As much as I loved my daughter's scent, I just had to taste her. I ran my hands up the back of her firm legs, until I grasped her taut buttocks. With that, I quickly pulled her onto the bed beside me, and slid lower so I could kiss her thighs. I rained kisses up and down her legs, before I moved my face closer to her crotch. I was simply in heaven when I found myself between Shannon's spread legs, as I softly planted little butterfly kisses all over the silky fabric of her panties. Shannon pulled a couple pillows behind her head, and seemed to look down upon me with great interest. I couldn't wait any longer, and grasped her sexy undies at the hips and dragged them down her legs. After I tossed them aside, I glanced up and took in her pussy from close range for the first time. It was simply perfect. Once again, I kissed and licked my way up her thighs, until I came face to face with her pussy. There was no mistaking the fact that she was aroused as her lips were full and damp, and I lowered my face to finally taste her for the first time. Only moments after I ran my tongue up one side of her slit and down the other, I heard a loud groan from above. Shannon seemed to like my attention, yet she truly hadn't seen anything yet. I teased her labia for a while with just the soft caress of my tongue, before I drove it more deeply inside of her. In my life I had licked quite a bit of pussy, and hoped to pull out all the stops to show my teen daughter her dad had a talented tongue. Shannon moaned aloud as my tongue delved deeper inside her sex, while I occasionally moved upwards to lap her tiny little clit. I knew she was a virgin, so I didn't want to penetrate her too deeply. I gently eased a finger just inside her a tad, as I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. I assume she liked the feeling as she began rocking her groin against my face, much like she had done on the video with Drew. Remembering the tape, I licked a finger of my other hand and moved it up to her bottom. After just a hint of initial resistance, I slowly eased it inside her tight ass. I knew she must have welcomed the intrusion when she barked, "Oh yea, Daddy!" My daughter's groans grew even greater as I moved my fingers and tongue in unison, and before long she screamed in release. I only had three lovers before my wife, but I had never heard a woman get off as loud or as long as my daughter did at that moment. I was afraid the neighbors might call the police, but I'd have to deal with that at another time as I was so fucking horny. Shannon's body slowly came down after her orgasm, yet I kept softly lapping at her crotch all the while. I wanted to extend her arousal as long as possible, and hopefully coax her to another climax if she was willing. Unfortunately, she pushed me away and said she was far too sensitive for more direct stimulation. As much as that bummed me out, based on the video I had watched countless times, I wondered if there might be something else still on the agenda. Video Vixen Unlike Drew, I could never ask for a piece of my daughter's ass, so I moved away from her crotch and sat at the foot of her bed. Moments later, Shannon sat up and moved beside me, placing an arm around my back. She leaned in and softly kissed my lips, and said, "That was amazing, Dad." My chest swelled with pride, as I responded, "I loved every second of it." Shannon must have noticed my hard cock, because the next thing I knew she had it encased in her soft hand. "What are we going to do with this?" she teased as she slowly ran her hand up and down its length. In my twisted mind, I clearly knew what I wanted, yet I couldn't say it. My wife had trained me to repress any anal desires, which proved completely successful until I saw Shannon on tape. My daughter manipulated my cock gently within her hand for a few minutes, before she began nibbling on my shoulder and kissing my neck. Just after she playfully bit my earlobe, she softly whispered in my ear, "You want my ass, don't you, Daddy?" There was no way I could suppress a moan after hearing that. Shannon suddenly squeezed my cock and repeated, "Don't you?" Somewhere from deep inside of me, I groaned, "Yes." Shannon rose from my side, and dropped back onto the bed on all fours with her perfect little bottom facing me. She then pointed at dresser, and said, "The lube's in the top left drawer." On weak legs, I went and opened the drawer Shannon had directed me to. From my earlier snooping, I knew it was the home of her panties, and I slowly fished my hand around the silky contents until my fingers bumped into something more firm. I fished out the hard little tube, and then looked back at my daughter. Her perfect bottom was upturned, just ready to be mounted. I thought of the video, and remembered Shannon would not go the next step without a condom. Being married for over twenty years, protection was not exactly on my regular shopping list. I knew it was usually the guy's responsibility, so I was genuinely afraid our encounter would be over when I asked, "Do you have condoms, sweetie?" I saw Shannon look back over her shoulder towards me, as she said, "You don't need one, Daddy. I know you're clean." My heart once again skipped a beat as I contemplated taking my own daughter anally, bareback no less. I stood behind her for a minute or so, taking in the beauty that was her bottom, before I dropped down at the foot of the bed. I couldn't help myself as I pressed my lips to the soft skin of her ass, and kissed her all over. My hands went to her cheeks and I caressed her twin globes as I continued kissing her perfect derrière. "That feels wonderful," she cooed, as I showered her with affection. Early in our relationship, I had playfully slapped Bridget's ass during a lovemaking session, and she was none too pleased with me. For some reason, I just knew Shannon's response would be much different from her mom's. Many times I had fantasized about spanking a woman, but never thought it would happen, but hoped this finally might be my opportunity. I raised my right hand away from her bottom a few inches and then quickly brought it back downwards in a soft slap. Shannon didn't say a word, she just jerked a bit in surprise and let out a quick, "Ouch." The sound of skin on skin made my cock throb, so I repeated the movement again, spanking her just a tad more firmly. This time, after my hand made contact with her butt, I heard a soft, "Yes."Clearly my baby was enjoying this, maybe even as much as I. I was so excited to finally spank a woman; I thought in my desire I may have gotten a bit carried away. My hands seemed to move on their own as I found myself peppering her bottom with light slaps. Just as I feared I may have gone too far, I heard Shannon groan, "Punish me, Daddy. I've been so bad." Both my mind and my body froze for one brief instant. Did my daughter really just say that? Earlier she had expressed a desire for punishment to help atone for her actions, but was she really expecting something like this? My hands engulfed her cheeks and I resumed rubbing them. Every now and then I would raise a hand and spank one of them, then settle back stroking her flanks. I never hit her too hard, yet each time Shannon made some type of whimpering sound, which was music to my ears. I was truly beginning to love all the adorable little sounds of pleasure she made. After a good five minutes of this, I was more than ready to be inside her. I opened the cap on the tube, and poured a generous bead down the crack of her spread ass cheeks. I quickly ran a finger to her puckered hole, and gently teased the lotion inside with my digit. Very deliberately, I massaged the lubricant in and out of my daughter's tight little bottom again and again. My cock was far thinker than a single finger, so I slowly eased a second inside of her to help prepare her for what was to come. A contented sigh escaped Shannon's lips as I slipped my two fingers in and out of her, until I was sure she was very slick and ready for the next step. Once again I stood behind her and admired the world's most perfect ass. As I did so, I slowly rubbed a fistful of lotion onto my throbbing cock. Shannon looked back at me over her shoulder as I moved up directly behind her. Just before I was ready to plunge ahead, she said, "Take it slow, Daddy. You're much bigger than my other boyfriends." Candidly, I was happy that I was larger than her young lovers, but more importantly was deathly afraid I might hurt her. I stood as if rooted in stone, and in spite of my burning desire, said, "We don't have to do this, sweetie." Without missing a beat, she responded, "No, I really want to. Just go easy, okay?" How could I deny my baby, I told myself. With that, I placed the tip of my cock at her ass, and ever so slowly pressed forward. I heard her groan as the head of my prick finally penetrated her sphincter, and then I froze in my tracks. I had just an inch or so of my hardness inside of my daughter's ass, and waited for some other sign. Should I pull out or continue? After thirty seconds or so, Shannon finally glanced back at me once more. Her eyes were glowing, and in a soft voice, she demanded, "Fuck me." My cock was as hard as a steel spike, and I was more than ready to drill her, but I could not. Somehow I knew Shannon was not ready for my girth, so I deliberately took it easy. Very slowly, I pressed myself deeper into her bowels, and then gently pulled back. Shannon let out a long moan, so I knew she enjoyed the subtle contact. I repeated myself over and over, before I barely increased my pace. As much as I wanted to preserve my baby's bottom, I was still a man sporting an erection inside the ass of a beautiful woman. There was no way I could hold out for too long, and I soon began thrusting my hips faster and faster. Shannon appeared ready for my assault, especially when I heard her mouth words of encouragement like," That's it, take me, Daddy!" Just as I had seen in the video, Shannon dropped her shoulders to the mattress and placed a hand between her legs. She rubbed her pussy as I pounded her butt, so I hoped she was nearly as close as I. Moments later I groaned as I emptied my balls into her tight ass, just as she screamed in delight at her own release. Before I even knew what was happening, I was laying on the bed holding Shannon in my arms. My flaccid cock was no longer inside her bottom, but my crotch was pressed up firmly against her ass. I was completely spent, as I'm sure she was too, because before long we both fell into a long, contented sleep. Ever since I first viewed the video, my mind was so troubled I had barely slept a wink. I awoke on my back in the morning to find the smiling face of my daughter staring down from above me. "Morning, sleepy head," she teased, and then lowered her face to softly kiss my lips. An instant later, I felt a soft tugging at my groin, and knew that Shannon was stroking my dick. She gave me a bright smile and asked, "Ready for a shower, Daddy?" "What time is it?" I asked, feeling certain I must have overslept. "It's seven o'clock. But can't you call in sick today? I promise I'll make it worth your while," she said with a grin as her little hand danced up and down my shaft. Within two minutes I had left voicemail messages for both my boss and administrative assistant, letting them know I wasn't feeling well. As soon as I put the phone down, I was off to the bathroom to find my baby girl. I opened the shower curtain, and there she was in all her naked glory, water cascading down her long brown hair. An instant after I stepped in, Shannon pulled me under the spray with her and gave me a big kiss. We made out sweetly for a few minutes under the water, when she turned and asked, "Could you wash my hair for me?" I wanted to make the day special for Shannon, so I took my time and lathered every inch of her hair, and massaged her scalp as well. She seemed to love the attention, so after I rinsed her off, I grabbed the soap and scrubbed her back. Next I had her turn so I could do the same for her front, which was amazing. It was the first time I got to touch her perfect breasts, and I couldn't help but make sure they were nice and clean. After I soaped her legs up, I moved to her crotch and washed her pussy very gently. I very softly stroked her folds, and then inserted my finger tips just a bit, rubbing in a circular motion. When she was clean, I leaned forward and began licking her sex. She let me lap her pussy for a while, but then she pushed me away. "We'll have plenty of time for that later," she said, which disappointed greatly me at that time. Shannon then grabbed the soap and lathered me up as well, first my back, then the front. After washing my chest, she dropped to her knees before me and began soaping my prick liberally. I remembered that it had been up her bottom only hours before, a fact that I'm sure she knew well herself. She leaned in and softly kissed the tip of my dick, just before she stood up and shut the water off, much to my chagrin. My daughter wrapped a bath sheet around me and softly stroked the towel into my skin, drying every inch of my body. I followed suit and did the same to her, taking ample time to ensure her special places were dry. Shannon then grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom, naked as the day we were born. Without a word, she climbed up on my bed, and lay on her back, her head resting on one of my wife's fancy pillows. She gave me a big smile, and with the curling motion of one finger, beckoned me forward. I eased myself down beside her, and leaned my face over hers. After staring into her enchanting dark eyes for a while, I lowered my lips to hers. We softly kissed one another for a long time, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, our hands sensually caressing each other's skin. Still disappointed that she hadn't let me finish going down on her in the shower, I began to move my kisses lower and lower along her torso. I suckled her nipples for a while, and then gently kissed her belly before I moved between her legs. I grasped her ankles and pressed her feet to her bottom, and then spread her knees wide. She opened like a flower and I leaned in for a taste. Since I knew she was all clean, every now and then I lowered my mouth and lightly licked her ass. She seemed to really enjoy it as she moaned aloud every time my tongue danced over her wrinkled opening. I began to concentrate on her pussy once more, and teased her clit with just the tip of my tongue. Knowing how much she enjoyed anal stimulation, I licked a finger to get it good and wet, when slowly pressed it inside of her. I began to saw the finger in and out of her bottom, while I sucked on her swollen little clit. Shannon began to groan loudly as she pressed her pussy onto my face and rode the finger in her ass. She started making an odd huffing sound, just before she screamed in orgasm, squeezing my head between her slender thighs. After her climax, I kissed my way back up her body until I lay aside her once more. Shannon gave me a glowing smile, and said, "God, that was the best ever." She then rolled on top on me and began smothering me with kisses. We made out for a while longer, and then she rolled onto her back, pulling me atop her. My cock was hard as a rock and lined up almost perfectly with her pussy. I was surprised when she said, "I'm ready." "Ready for what, honey?" I asked. Shannon just smiled back at me and replied, "I've been saving myself for the right guy - someone who loves me totally and completely. And who could ever love me more than you?" Every nerve ending in my body was tingling as I thought of the meaning behind her words. "Are you really sure about this, sweetie?" I asked, hoping beyond hope she was. "More than anything." She spread her legs wide and moved lower to align our bodies. I pressed my hands to the mattress near her shoulders, while Shannon grasped my dick and moved it to her slit. She then pressed her lips to my ears and whispered, "Fuck me Daddy." In all honesty, I had never wanted anything more in my life. Tapping Shannon's ass just hours before was wonderful, but taking her virginity? I knew I was breaking the ultimate taboo, but I couldn't stop myself. Very slowly, I rolled my hips forward and sank my cock inch by inch into my daughter's tight pussy. Shannon let out a long, loud groan as I went in and wrapped her calves around my thighs to lock me in place. "Are you okay, baby?" I asked, concerned I may have hurt her. "I'm fine, Daddy. Just go slow," she whimpered. I had not taken a girl's virginity since I was in high school, but I had never been in a tighter snatch. She was like a warm, wet glove, squeezing the length of my entire shaft. Very slowly, I eased back almost all the way out of her, and then gently pressed forward once more. "Oh god, Daddy. You're so fucking big," she grunted in my ear as I began to rock in and out of her. I was actually glad to be going slowly, because she had me so excited I probably would have cum already. We kept up the snail's pace for some time, until Shannon whispered, "Harder." I kicked my rhythm up just a notch and began fucking her a bit faster. I felt her nails dig into my back and her teeth bite my shoulder as I increased the pace even more. Shannon finally began to move her hips in time with mine, so our bodies slapped together repeatedly. She started moaning loudly, and yelled, "Gonna cum, Daddy." Hearing those words made my blood boil like never before, and I could feel my balls tingling. I drove in and out of her body as fast as I could, until I heard Shannon scream like a banshee. Seconds later, I felt cum shooting through my body and fire deep in my baby's smoldering depths. I collapsed on top of her, and then rolled onto my back pulling Shannon with me, my prick still buried inside her. Shannon's wet hair lay scattered all across my chest as we fought to regain our breath. She lay limp atop my body, as I gently caressed her back and held her close. A minute or so later I felt her softly kissing my chest, and then she raised her head and looked into my eyes. "Thank you," she said with a sly little grin. I learned my face forward and kissed her forehead and replied, "No, thank you, Baby." As we lay together contentedly, I pondered what the rest of the day may bring. Having already called in sick and with Bridget out of town for the rest of the day, the possibilities seemed limitless. Shannon rose from the bed a few minutes later, and walked over to my dresser. I hadn't noticed it's presence before, but sitting right on top was our family camcorder. She must have put it there when I called into work and planned to film our little liaison without my knowledge. After picking it up, she turned towards me with a sexy smile. She then climbed back into bed beside me and said, "I know how much you like seeing me on video and thought we could watch this together later." It really was going to be a day to remember.