14 comments/ 77563 views/ 86 favorites Wayward Daughter By: OneSickPuppy13 My daughter Lucy had always been a good student - not an excellent student, but a good one. Usually B's, the occasional A. She graduated from high school with a 3.0. Now she was 19, in her sophomore year of college, and her grades were slipping. Low C's, and even the odd D. Her mother and I had several sit-down talks with her to no avail. We suspect too much partying and not enough studying - she certainly doesn't seem to be home much, and since we lifted her curfew she has been coming home at all hours. We are getting frustrated and angry - we aren't paying out the nose for her to fritter away her education. I want to get to the bottom of this...I may have an opportunity to do a little investigation. It's Friday night, and predictably Lucy is "meeting a friend at the library to study." At this point I can't believe she expects us to believe this brazen lie. We give her our normal suspicious goodbye, and I tell my wife my plan. "I'm going to follow her to whatever party she is going to, and when I find her I'm going to yank her out of there and give her an ultimatum - she either shapes up or she ships out." "Brad, do you think that's a good idea?" my wife asks. "Maybe we shouldn't embarrass her in front of her friends..." "I think she needs a little embarrassment...she's embarrassing herself with her abysmal grades!" My wife shrugs, and I quickly leave the house. I can see Lucy a block or two away, turning right on an intersecting street. We live about a twenty minute walk from the university, and it is Lucy's habit to walk instead of drive. Soon enough we are on fraternity row, and for a second I'm puzzled by the number of giggling students wearing glitter-coated masks until I remember that it's Mardi Gras. In Philadelphia, I muse...Any chance to throw a party. I see Lucy disappear into one of the many houses blaring music, with the porch crowded with raucous, laughing students clutching the ubiquitous red Solo cups that are the hallmark of keggers everywhere. I suddenly realize that they aren't going to let a 50-year old man walk into this party - I'm sure they will think I'm the police or other type of kill-joy. I do some fast thinking. "Hey!" I say to a passing boy in a shiny black mask with an exaggerated smile that covers his entire face. "I'll give you twenty dollars for your mask," I offer. The boy laughs at my perceived stupidity and readily makes the transaction. I put it on and realize that I should probably lose my button-down as well. I take it off and toss it over the wrought-iron fence that borders the frat house. The rest of my outfit is acceptable - white undershirt, jeans, and old white sneakers. I'm fortunate enough to have a full head of brown hair which is only slightly receding at the temples, so that is another thing I don't have to worry about. I walk into the house with no difficulty. In fact, no one seems to notice me. It's strange, being the oldest guy in the house. I feel like a spy, yet I also feel a strange sense of liberation at being undercover. It makes me feel young again and reminds me of parties I attended in my own college days. "Like father, like daughter," I think grimly. I start going from room to room, looking for Lucy among the crowds. I'm at a disadvantage since everyone is wearing masks, but she's my daughter and I figure that I would recognize her anywhere. She isn't on the ground floor, so I climb the stairs and find her in the first room that I enter. I can tell it's her by her braided auburn hair that falls over one shoulder. She is wearing a flimsy t-shirt that exposes two inches of her belly and a short ruffled skirt. She has on black knee-high panty hose and high heels, which accentuate her legs. She has her mother's legs - long and shapely. I am scoping out an out-of-the-way place where I can stand unnoticed when I am bumped roughly from behind. A young man pushes past me with many strings of beads hanging from his forearm. "Who wants beads?" he shouts. Some of the girls yell and laugh and clap saying "I do!" "You know what you have to do!" the boy smiles. Now it's the boys turn to hoot and whistle and egg the girls on. One bold girl steps forward toward the boy with the beads and lifts her shirt and bra up with one motion, baring her large and slightly sagging breasts. As the boys cheer, the girl pulls her shirt down and ducks her head to allow the boy to drape a string of the plastic beads around her neck. Soon there are tits everywhere - young, beautiful tits that haven't seen breast feeding or the pull of gravity. It is hard to keep my attention focused on my daughter until I see with a jolt that she is going to earn herself a string of beads. I can't believe she is doing this - we certainly didn't raise her to act like this. She lifts up her shirt - she isn't even wearing a bra! Her breasts are wonderful - each one looking like slightly more than a handful, and perky to boot. I'm dismayed - my cock is beginning to twitch behind my fly, and I tell myself it's because of all the other breasts I have seen in the last ten minutes, But inside I know that it's the sight of my daughter's naked breasts that has caused this physiological reaction. The sickness and allure of forbidden fruit. Some of the boys around her have begun to chant "Take it off!" They want her to take her tshirt off and leave it off, I guess. I move closer to her until I am only separated from her by one leering boy. Lucy, grinning from ear to ear, peels her shirt off and tosses it to the ground behind her. Now there are whoops and laughter. I watch as my daughter stands there naked to the waist, laughing shyly, the beads she has earned rolling back and forth over her nipples as she moves. Just as I am admiring Lucy's lithe shape and flat belly, the boy right next to me reaches over and tweaks one of her nipples lightly, playfully. Lucy giggles and pulls away, ducking slightly and hunching her shoulders which only pushes her tits together and male them look more inviting. Perhaps emboldened by the anonymity of his mask the boy steps behind her and pushes his hands under her arms and cups both breasts. Now Lucy straightens up and sticks her tits out, letting him have free reign as both boys and girls encourage the show with whistles and laughter. Another boy steps up and put a hand on one of Lucy's tits, squeezing it somewhat roughly, possessively. That move brings out a side of me I never knew I had: the desire to be the dominant male, to win the mate - and the mate is my own daughter. I step forward, facing her directly, and push the boys' hands away. I reach up and my palms cradle the sides of her breasts, pushing them slightly together while I gently rub my thumbs in circles around Lucy's hardening nipples. I duck my head down, push the mask up ever so slightly, and take one of her nipples in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, bringing it to its firmest state. With this move I seem to have crossed some invisible line - not only with the crowd, who instinctively understand that she is mine now and they are mere spectators, eager for a show. But I am crossing another, much more forbidden line: sexual conduct with my daughter. And I like it. My cock is throbbing now, but I ignore its urgency for the time being. I quickly pull the mask back down and stand back up. Lucy reaches down and grips my crotch with a firm hand that squeezes what it can through my jeans and begins to rub rhythmically. It has been forever since I felt this kind of overpowering desire. I remove my hands from Lucy's tits and put them on her shoulders, gently pressing down on them. The small crowd around us begins to chant "Do it! Do it!" again. Tossing her braid back behind her back, Lucy gets down on her knees in front of me. I can't get my cock out fast enough. Here I stand, my cock hard and pointing right at Lucy's face. Lucy leans forward, and my daughter takes my cock into her mouth. I watch it disappear centimeter by centimeter past her pouty lips, sliding over her slightly undulating tongue until it nudges the back of her throat. She stifles a slight gag and then draws her head back slowly, sucking gently, and I watch my cock slowly slide out of her mouth, slick with her saliva, hard as a rock. The head of my cock is already throbbing, and she slides forward again. She works my dick with experienced suckling, trying to take all inches into her throat and damn near succeeding. In my peripheral vision I see another young girl getting fondled by an eager boy, his hands moving sensually beneath her tshirt. The sight heightens my pleasure. I'm getting too excited...I need to slow things down. I bend over and my cock slips regretfully away from my daughter's eager mouth. I help her to her feet and take her to a nearby couch. A couple seated there moves apart as they see that I am pushing Lucy down onto the couch. I drop to my knees and pull her knees apart, almost roughly with desire. Her short skirt slides up her thighs and there is her pussy, clad in a purple thong. The thong's string emerges from between the smooth cheeks of her ass and hugs her pussy. Without a pause I hook my forearms beneath Lucy's thighs and yank her to the edge of the couch and jerk her panties down. The boys cheer and the girls giggle. My daughter's pussy has been waxed smooth. Her lips are as plump and inviting as the ones on her face, and I get a slight thrill to see that it is very similar to her mother's...well, her mother's about 30 years ago. I run my hands up the inside of her thighs, spreading them wider, and one of my thumbs strokes her from the petite slit that is the opening to her vagina up to her clit. She is already wet. I rub her clit in slow circles, and it hardens, emerging from its hood. I want to taste her. I lean down and pull my mask up, keeping my face down so that she won't see her father's face between her parted thighs. I smell her - a warm biscuit smell. I drag my tongue from her pink hole up to her stiff little clit, where I linger, flicking it with my tongue, feeling Lucy squirm slightly. I feel her being jostled and give a sideways glance. The couple who had been on the couch are holding Lucy's legs, stretching them wide open, laughing at the outrageous spectacle. She tastes clean, like tears - a mix of salty and sweet. I tongue fuck her cunt briefly before returning my attention to her clit. Her hips are moving rhythmically now, thrusting her pussy against my mouth, eager and needy. I don't want her to orgasm yet. I want her to cum on my cock. I raise back up, smoothly pulling my mask back down, and reach down to aim my pulsing cock toward her inviting cunt. "Split that pussy!" someone shouts. "Fuck that slut!" another person urges. "Wait -" Lucy says quickly, just before the tip of my cock reaches its goal. "Condom," she says. "I'm not on birth control." Good girl, I think. At least my daughter has SOME sense. Obviously I don't carry rubbers around with me, but I am quickly tossed one by a random spectator. I slide it over my cock and then move in again. The tip of my cock splits the pink entrance of Lucy's cunt, and I slowly push the fat head of my cock inside her. It's so hard it almost hurts. The whole head slips in her with a sort of pop, and my daughter gasps. She is oh so tight, and as I push my length inside her the walls of her cunt grip me like a velvet glove. I push in her up to the hilt and I see her wince in pain as my cock pushes against her cervix. Someone whistles. I begin fucking her with long, firm strokes, going at a moderate pace. I lean slightly back and aim my cock toward the top wall of her vagina - a spot that makes my wife cum every time. I'm surprised at how fast Lucy climaxes. She must have been even more turned on than I am. Suddenly she is gasping loudly, grunting with each stroke, vibrating beneath me, the tendons on the insides of her thighs taut. Her pussy becomes impossibly tight, and then she releases a short spray of fluid out onto my cock. She spasms, her eyes squeeze tight, her tits jiggle obscenely, and her cunt contracts erratically around the shaft of my fat cock. There is applause from the crowd. I marvel at the fact that I have just fucked my daughter to orgasm. I feel powerful, guilty, afraid, and out of control. I want all of my daughter's holes. I want to own Lucy completely. I switch places with her on the couch. Now I'm seated, and I pull her hips back. She squats down, reaching between her legs and grabbing my cock, steering it back to the cozy confines of her quivering cunt. But I want a tighter hole. I pull my cock backwards and poke it up against her asshole. She turns her upper body and gives me a surprised look, then a wicked smile. She drips a large blob of saliva into her hand and swipes it between her ass cheeks. Lucy gradually begins to work my cock into her asshole, inch by painful inch, until the whole thing is deep in her guts. I look over Lucy's shoulder and see other girls getting fondled, other boys getting stroked through their jeans. I watch one boy finger fuck a girl as the two stand right in the middle of the room, surrounded by a small group of onlookers. The boy holds the girl against his body with a hand around her waist as his hand pumps beneath her skirt. I grab Lucy's hips and start rocking her back and forth on my cock, slowly, keeping it deep inside her. I reach my hand around and start rubbing my middle finger back and forth over her clit. I want to make her cum with my cock in her ass, to make my daughter my fuck slut. I rock her faster, rub her clit harder, until she once again jerks her hips in an erratic rhythm and cries out, throwing her head back. One boy has stepped close and is playing with her nipples as she rides out her orgasm on my dick. I can't hold back anymore. I need to cum. My cock and balls are aching. Once again we switch places on the couch. I lay Lucy lengthwise on it and kneel between her legs, one leg thrown over my shoulder and the other leg dangling off the edge of a cushion. I mirror her, kneeling on one knee on the couch and bracing my other foot against the floor for leverage. I don't want the condom coming between us. I want to feel Lucy's soaking cunt, skin on skin. I act like I'm trying to point my cock home while I quickly slip the rubber off and then plunge rudely up inside her, giving her my full length in one shove. She cries out. I begin to fuck her hard and fast, my stomach making embarrassing slapping noises against her thigh and ass. I'm getting closer to climax with every stroke. I pound her like I haven't pounded her mother in years. I'm vaguely aware of her cumming again, soaking my plunging cock, convulsing on the couch beneath me, and the clench of her cunt around me sends me over the edge. The cum wells up out of my balls and I unleash deep into her cunt with one final, cruel thrust. My cock twitches frantically inside her, releasing what feels like three huge spurts before fluttering into quiescence. I can't remember the last time I came so hard. I gradually come back to myself, and suddenly I am filled with horror. Laying beneath me, still impaled on my softening cock, lay my daughter, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and red, her breasts naked for all to see. I jerk out of her and stand up. I have to get out of there. I am terrified of being found out. She can't know. She can never know. With dread I realize the enormity of what I've done - not only did I fuck my own daughter but I ejaculated inside her. But mingled with the dread is an evil pride and lust. It was the best fuck of my life, daughter or no. As I push through the crowd, I glance back and see another boy taking my place on the couch, lifting Lucy's legs up on his shoulders. I don't want to see him penetrate her. I return the proffered high fives from several guys, then practically run out of the house, grabbing one of the red cups of beer by the keg on the porch. I walk quickly two blocks before I dare take my mask off, then I slow down and stroll slowly home. When I walk into the house I enjoy one final bit of perversion as I brush my lips against my wifes - my same lips who, a scant hour ago, had been pleasuring our daughter. The next day, late in the afternoon, I am outside on the back deck, kicked back in an Adirondack chair. I am reliving the night before. My cock is hard, tucked discreetly against my left hip as I try to remember every detail. And then out of the back door walks Lucy. She is bleary. Her hair is s till in a braid which is now loosened and messy. God knows how many boys fucked her after I left. And she smiles at me and chimes "Hey dad!" She walks past on the way to the porch swing and sits down. She is wearing short shorts. I admire those long legs of hers, and think about the sweet pussy nestled between them. I am wondering how I can ever manage to fuck her again... Lucy pulls me out of my reverie. She smiles, then asks: "So dad, how are you doing today?" Wayward Daughter Pt. 02 It has been a month since the Mardi Gras party. One long, torturous month, watching Lucy trot in and out of the house bundled up in winter clothing that obscures the beautiful body that I know lay beneath. I thought the weather would never warm up, but March is true to form - in like a lion, out like a lamb. I opened our pool early, hoping to entice my daughter out with an opportunity to tan, but more than happy just to see her without layers of sweatshirts and jackets. Today she is wearing shorts that come down a mere inch or two below her ass and a form-fitting tank top. Her breasts, full and round, swell out from her chest, high and perky. Her mother's used to be like that before she nursed our two children. Her ass is round and pleasantly muscular, her legs long, lithe, and absolutely beautiful. She walks through the living room and into the kitchen where she stands on her tip-toes to reach a box of cereal in the pantry. Her shorts pull taut across her ass, showcasing each smooth cheek. I reminisce about watching her ass jiggle as she rode my cock at that party. To think there she was, on a couch with an audience watching her get fucked in the ass by her own father. Of course she didn't know it then because I had the anonymity of the Mardi Gras mask. But since then I haven't found a feasible way to hide my identity so that I can enjoy my daughters sweet treasures again. "You were out late last night," I muse as she pours milk into her cereal bowl. "Ya, there was a party on campus," Lucy answered vaguely. "I hope it wasn't one of those wild frat parties," I scold, even as my cock is hard in my jeans. "Dad," she says, annoyed. "My friends and I stay together in a group, we don't do anything stupid." Nothing stupid except letting a stranger (or rather a man she thought was a stranger) plunder every hole that she had willingly offered in front of a room full of people. "That Mardi Gras party was certainly wild," I suddenly find myself saying. Lucy gives a quick, guilty look in my direction, and then puts on an impassive face. "How would you know?" she asks nonchalantly. My heart is pounding in my chest. What do I say now? I stupidly started this line of conversation and had painted myself into a bit of a corner. I cleared my throat nervously, stood up, and walked over to the kitchen and stood behind her, leaning up against the sink while she continued eating over the island. "I was there," I finally say. She visibly tenses up but she doesn't turn around. She doesn't want to face me, she doesn't want to find out what sort of things I had possibly seen. "Oh," she says weakly. I step up behind her. "I saw some things," I say quietly, close to her ear. "Dad -" she interrupts. "I was - I wasn't - " she stammers. "I think you saw me...I was wearing a black mask with an evil grin. We met after they gave the beads away..." "Wh-what?" she asks, her voice rising. "Oh my god what??" She moves as if to turn around but I press her into the bar, my chest now against her back. "You're lying, you wouldn't do that, why would you do that?" "You liked it," I whisper. "Daddy made you feel really good." I reached my hands around and cupped her breasts, not even trying to hide the erection that was jutting against Lucy's ass. "Oh my god no," Lucy says. She reaches up to push my hands away but I keep hold of her breasts. She stops struggling and goes still as I rub her nipples through her bra until they are fully erect, poking against the thin fabric of her tank top. I circle her nipples with my thumbs. "This is really wrong," she says in a quivering voice, but she doesn't try to swat my hands away anymore. I get bolder, sliding my hands up her shirt, pulling her bra down so that it cupped her tits and pushed them together. I start twiddling and tickling her nipples, giving them the occasional tweak. "Lucy..." I whisper in her ear. I slide my hands down from her breasts to the waistband of her shorts. I wriggle the fingers of my right hand beneath the waistband and gently slide my hand in behind them. I reach down and cup my daughter's bare pussy, as soft and smooth as it had been the day she was born. My middle finger slips into the crack between her lips and I feel the tiny pearl of her clit. My finger probes further down and I slip it up inside her. She makes a little noise. She is wet. I pull my finger out of her vagina and rub her own juices on her clit, coaxing it to harden. My other hand is still up her shirt, idly playing with her tits while I rub her clit in slow, soft circles. Lucy is still, letting me have my way with her. I put my finger inside her once more and begin to rock it sensually, pressing my palm against her erect clit. She makes a little gasp, and almost imperceptibly presses her crotch into my caresses. "Why don't you let daddy make you feel good again, baby..." I say softly, keeping up my slow, sensual pace inside her shorts. "Let me taste you." I turn her around so that she is leaning back against the island and bend down on my knees in front of her. I peel her tiny shorts down just far enough to expose her pussy. I lean forward and kiss the spot where her lips join at the top. I move my lips down and dart my tongue in her slit, teasing her clit before going back to kissing her lips. I have never tasted a pussy sweeter than my own daughters. I want to taste it all. I reach up and spread her lips with my thumbs and I start eating her out in earnest. My tongue swirls around her clit and laps at the entrance to her vagina. I close my lips around her clit and suckle softly, and I hear Lucy moan. She is spreading her thighs, giving me more access as I lap at her salty sweet cunt. Her thighs start to shake slightly and she gives a high, yearning moan. I tongue her clit fast and hard, up and down, and then she is convulsing above me and around me. Her legs tremble against my ears and her juices are soaking the crotch of her shorts. I stay hungrily on her clit until she can't take it anymore and pushes me away, panting. "Oh my god," she gasps. "This isn't right, this isn't right..." She has her hands over her eyes now. I can't wait anymore. I have to be inside her. I turn her back around and bend her slightly forward over the island. I jerk my pants down as fast as I can possibly manage and push my dick up under her ass, between her thighs. "Dad we can't do this," she says, but yet she doesn't move. I steer my cock up, the head searching out the entrance to her soaking cunt, and when I find it I push forward. The fat head of my cock pops into her tight vagina, and as I slide its whole length inside her she gives a slutty, yearning moan. "Daddy's got a big dick, doesn't he Lucy," I murmur. I pull it back out to the head and then thrust it in again, faster this time. Lucy grunts. Now I keep my cock deep inside her and move in little strokes and grinds. She is already wet and getting wetter. I bend my daughter further over the countertop and begin to fuck her in hard, deep strokes that cause my hips to slap up against her ass. Goddamn she is impossibly tight. I look down and let a string of saliva drool between her ass cheeks. I rub my thumb around the crack of her ass until I find her taut, puckered asshole, and I push my thumb inside her. Lucy gives a sound that is half pain, half pleasure. I start to fuck her faster, my hand on her ass, using my thumb in her asshole to steer her on my cock. She is acting like she is going to cum soon, but I don't want either of us to. I want to savor this delicious moment. I pull my thumb and my cock out of her and pull a chair away from the table. I sit down and she wastes no time lowering herself onto my pounding erection. She rides me wildly, sometimes bouncing up and down, sometimes rocking back and forth. She is grunting with every thrust. My left hand is on one of her tits, squeezing it mindlessly, while my right hand works between Lucy's legs, rubbing her clit back and forth. She can't withstand much more of this. Her grunts become cries. "Cum on your daddy's cock," I urge, fucking up into her now as she starts to arch her back. "Go on baby, cum on your dad's big dick." And then a cry rips out of her and I feel her cumming, her cunt spasming and clenching around my cock as she gushes cum onto my cock and balls. I give her spread cunt sharp little slaps, prolonging her orgasm, making her squirt again before she goes limp and still in my lap, gasping for breath. But I don't give her time to rest. "Daddy's not done, baby," I say. We get back up and I steer her back to the island. I grab one of her legs and hoist it up on the counter, spreading her cunt wide open in front of me. I go in fast and rude, giving her the whole length in one brutal shove. I fuck her hard, furiously, my cock throbbing so bad it's almost painful. She is crying out with every slam of my hips against her ass. I feel myself going over the edge and once again I bury my cock deep inside Lucy and unleash two gouts of cum inside her. I'm panting, my hips jerking convulsively as I squirt out the final drops of my orgasm. "Oh my god did you cum inside me?" Lucy cries, turning around, her face alarmed. "Dad, did you cum inside me?" she repeats. I lean my chest into her back, slowly caressing the front of her body. "It's okay, baby," I croon. My fingers search out her pussy, and I slowly, gently rub her clit with a mixture of our cum. "You're on birth control, it's ok," I croon. After all, I was the one who had to pay for her last prescription. But now she is wriggling away from me, yanking her sopping shorts up and pulling her shirt down. "Dad, we shouldn't have done that," she says, an edge of panic in her voice. "What are we doing? Oh my god, my own father made me cum..." she trailed off, horrified. "Twice," I smile. "Daddy just likes to make his baby girl feel good. There's nothing wrong with showing love that way." She stands there chewing a nail. "What if mom finds out?" she asks finally. And with that question I know that she will be back for more. "Maybe we ask her to join us," I say with a wink. Wayward Daughter Returns Brad was sitting at his desk when he heard his daughter come in the front door. He turned away from his computer to face the door, leaning back in his chair angrily. "Nina!" he called out. He heard her footsteps hesitate in the hallway. "Come here. I need to speak with you." She appeared in the doorway. For a moment, he forgot to be angry. It was always like this with her, had been this way since he could remember. She was spoiled, and it was his fault, because he couldn't stay angry with her. Because he felt such a load of guilt associated with his unnatural desire for her. She was nineteen now, and she had blossomed into an amazing woman. He first felt this forbidden attraction to her when she was in her senior year of high school, when she began making poor choices in new friends and adopting their habits, displaying her body in ways a father should not see . He'd denied it for awhile, and then pushed it to the back of his thoughts when it became undeniable. Now... Things were different now. "Do you know what time it is?" he asked, his anger returning. "It's after midnight, Nina. What time was your curfew?" She stepped into the study so she could see the clock. She didn't seem worried at all. Brad's eyes swept up and down her body while her head was turned, and his cock swelled involuntarily. She was six inches shorter than him and delicately slender. Even so, he knew she was a woman by the curve of her hips, the c-cup breasts on her chest, and the fact that he knew her history. "Uh, Eleven?" she said hesitantly. Brad stared at her legs and licked his lips. She was wearing shorts tonight, the bottom hem ending at a point somewhere above mid-thigh, with incongruously sexy ankle-boots on her feet. Her pale legs were perfectly formed, even though she was so slender, and he adored looking at them. With her body twisted to see the clock, he was able to see her juicy ass as well. The shirt she wore had spaghetti straps over her pale, rounded shoulders and ended long before it reached her waist leaving a wide swath of her slightly-pooched belly exposed. Her silky red hair was draped over her shoulders and hung down her back in heavenly cascades. She turned back to face him, and he snapped his eyes back to her face before she could realize what he'd been staring at. Nina was the most alluring woman he had ever seen. She had faults, sure. Her nose was a little too large, her jaw a little too angular, and she always wore too much makeup. Eyeliner and eyeshadow were caked on thickly making her eyes dark, and her dark red lipstick was whorish. His cock throbbed. "Nina," he said sternly. "Your mother and I welcomed you back into our home with the conditions that you would obey our rules and set a good example for your little sister. But the lifestyle you want to live isn't meshing with the morals of this family. Do you understand?" She lowered her head. "Yes, Sir," she muttered. "No," he said, sitting up. "I don't think you do. Listen, when you ran away from home two years ago, it broke our hearts. We thought we'd raised you better than that. We believed you when you told us you going to change your ways. That your days of running around, bar hopping, sneaking out, and carousing were behind you. Yet here you are, flaunting your disrespect for our rules yet again." She looked up angrily at him, as if she thought he had no right to feel that way about her decisions. She clasped her hands behind her back and swung one foot idly, returning her gaze to the floor. Brad's eyes swept up and down her body again. He swallowed hard. "Nina, you know I love you. Right?" he asked. His heart was hurting. There was no way she could know just HOW he loved her. Not as a daughter, not entirely. He hated himself for that. "I know," she said softly. "Don't you love me?" he asked, hopefully. She nodded. "Of course I do, Daddy." She still wouldn't look up at him. "Then why would you do this? Why continue to disobey our rules?" He tore his eyes away from her. It was hurting too much. "That day you ran away, just two days after your birthday, do you remember what we told you? We told you you'd always be welcome. We begged you to come back. You chose to shack up with that boy instead. I warned you he was bad news and I was right. You did the smart thing by leaving him after he hit you, and we stayed true to our promise. When you came to our door wanting to come home we took you in without hesitation. But we gave you rules to follow and so far you haven't been following them." "I know," she said forlornly. "I'm sorry, Daddy." "Just saying you're sorry isn't going to cut it this time," he said sternly. "You have to make a choice, Nina. Choose between the lifestyle you've been trying to live, staying out all night and partying, or a life with this family. I understand you have needs, Nina. You just have to find another way to satisfy them." Just the thought of his little girl laying in bed with her pale legs spread and a hand digging in her pussy had his cock rock hard in an instant. He leaned over his lap to hide it. "Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" She looked up at him and a tear rolled over her cheek, breaking his heart. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said. "I really am. I promise I won't stay out so late anymore." "That's not good enough," he said. "You have to stop hanging around with trash. Those people don't care about their future or about anyone but themselves. And the boys you chase...they're scum. And you know it." "I...I..." she faltered. A sob shook her. She lowered her head as more tears came. "I never wanted to disappoint you, Daddy," she said, weeping. Brad softened. He couldn't stay angry at her in any case, especially not if she were crying. He held his arms out to her, hoping she would come to him. She did, hurrying to close the gap between them. She bent over and hugged him, feeling so nice in his arms. Then she turned her body and slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek to his. Brad rubbed his daughter's back and stroked her silky hair. She smelled of cigarettes, and a little of beer. Faintly, he was sure he could smell pot, too. But beneath it all was a scent of jasmine and her own natural odor. His hand began to tremble on her back. Was that her pussy he smelled? His cock throbbed. She was sitting on it, she had to feel it he realized. She lifted her head to look into his face, a strange mixture of unreadable emotions running over her features. "I'm really sorry, Daddy," she said. "I never meant to hurt you, I swear." "I know you didn't, sweetheart," he said. He couldn't resist stroking her cheek with his fingers, brushing past the edge of her lips. "I'll be a good girl from now on," she said, voice dropping to a whisper. "For you." He started to say something in response and found that he couldn't. Was she really saying...? No. He refused to believe that. And yet... He leaned closer slowly. She leaned toward him. Their noses touched briefly. She tilted her head to avoid collision. He tilted his head in the opposite direction. Alarms were going off inside him. No! This is wrong! If you do this, your marriage is over! Your relationship with your daughter is over! Her eyes drooped as they came closer and closer together. Her breath was warm on his lips, her mouth parted slightly. She stopped moving. He would have to close the distance by himself. He swallowed hard. "Nina," he whispered. "I...can I?" Her head moved a tiny fraction, almost undetectably. She nodded. He waited another few seconds until the demon inside him took full control. Then he closed the last gap and put his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips pursed around his, accepting the kiss. Their lips tumbled over one another, sucking and rubbing and doing things no father and daughter should ever do in a kiss. She tightened her hold on him, and he on her. Her lips parted. He felt her smaller tongue touch his lips and push through. He groaned and opened his mouth to her, accepted his daughter's tongue into his mouth. They'd really crossed the line then, and he didn't care. For all her supposed experience, she was a mediocre kisser. Brad had always taken pride in his kissing ability so he laid it on her, drawing a moan out of her as his tongue invaded her mouth. She'd been smoking, he could taste it on her tongue, but he didn't care. He pressed her backward, leaning over her body cradled in his arms as they kissed passionately. How long had he dreamed of this? Too long. And there was no sense holding back now. He brought his right hand from her back to her tummy and stroked her soft, pliant skin. He moved up, pushing his hand under her shirt. Nina moaned into his mouth, moaned again as his hand closed over her ripe young breast. She wasn't wearing a bra to his delight. Her young tit was very firm, so pert for its size, and her nipple was nicely stiff. He cupped the soft globe in his hand, just more than a handful, and caressed her nipple with his thumb. He took his mouth off hers fearing he was going to cum in his shorts and planted hot kisses on her neck. He pried her shirt up with his arm to expose her breast, but the material fell down again. Nina grabbed her shirt and lifted it, unveiling both her lovely pale breasts for her father. Groaning, Brad transferred his mouth to her nipples, moving from one to the other licking and suckling. Nina moaned a little too loudly then clamped a hand over her mouth. Brad stopped suckling for a moment and kissed her neck again. "Has anyone ever done that to you before?" he asked in a whisper. She took her hand away. She was panting. "Yeah," she said. "But not like that. Not so good." Her eyes opened briefly and stared into his. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, Nina," he responded. "If you want to stop we can. Do you want to stop?" She hesitated, then slowly shook her head. Brad smiled and lowered his head to her chest again. Her hands clutched his head, holding him to her tits as she groaned softly, stifling her moans. He put a hand on her knee and stroked her thigh. She spread her legs for him. The world had ceased to exist. In the real world, fathers didn't do this to their daughters. In the real world, a daughter would never want her father to do this sort of thing to her. In the place Brad and Nina were, they each wanted nothing more at that moment than each other. He couldn't know if she'd harbored a desire for him and was happy to culminate her fantasy, or if she was just submitting to his will. He didn't care. He was too far gone to stop unless she begged, and she wasn't protesting in the least. He cupped her denim covered crotch with the palm of his hand. Her back arched, then she lifted her hips trying to press herself to his hand. Her crotch was hot. He fumbled with the clasps at her waist for a moment before her trembling hands pushed his away. She eagerly unsnapped the clasp and pulled down her fly. She took her fathers hand and guided it into her pants, pushing his fingers below the elastic band of her pale blue panties. He gazed into her face to see if she was truly ready. Her eyes were glazed with desire, her lovely mouth hanging open as she panted. Her chest was heaving, making her pert tits jiggle a little. Brad eased his hand into her panties slowly. He touched her pubes first, a patch of fine hairs covering the area between the creases of both legs, untrimmed, natural but not bushy. He stroked lower until he touched the top of her slit. Her mouth opened wider, so did her eyes, staring into his. He circled her young clit with one finger, then delved into her wet slit. Her inner lips were already splayed out in lust, ready for him. He eased one finger into her hole, pushing into her as deep as he could reach with no resistance. Her hole was open and ready, but yet it was still tighter than he expected. Much tighter than his wife. He felt a pang of guilt. He'd never cheated on his wife before. But then again, this was their daughter. Could it really be cheating? He stopped thinking about it as he began to finger fuck her, listening to the wet sounds his finger made sliding in and out of her. She clung to him tightly with her hands, quivering in his arms. He covered her clit with his thumb as he finger-fucked her. Her mouth fell open wider and her eyes filmed over. She kicked her boots one at a time, each one making a heavy thump as it hit the hardwood floor. She lifted her sock-covered feet, spreading her legs wider, and braced them, one on the arm of his office chair and the other against the edge of his desk. Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as they clung to one another. He lowered his head to her chest and sucked in a nipple, swirling his tongue over it's rosy stiffness. How long had he dreamed of doing this? Of seeing his beautiful daughter's body and using her as his personal toy? Now it was happening, and he knew he couldn't stop until he'd had her completely. She came a minute later. She stiffened and her arms around his neck tightened. "Daddy!" she gasped, then threw her head back, mouth agape as her body shook and her pussy clamped down on his probing finger. She knew she had to stay quiet so as not to awaken her mother or her siblings, she knew that what they were doing was forbidden and she obviously wanted more, and that thrilled him. The orgasm subsided and her head lifted, eyes opening halfway. He kissed her and she responded eagerly, putting her hand on his cheek and thrusting her hot tongue into her father's mouth. "Was that a good one?" he asked after a minute. She looked confused until he nodded toward her crotch. "Oh shit, Daddy," she said, surprising him by cursing in front of him for the first time. "I've never felt anything like that before." "You've never cum before?" he asked, incredulous. She shook her head, then added, "I guess I have. I mean...nothing like that, though." "What else have you never done?" She blushed slightly and looked away, smiling thinly. "I don't know," she said, her standard answer for when she didn't want to answer. Thoughts tumbled through his mind in rapid succession. He knew she'd had sex, lots of it. She'd been screwing her boyfriend here in her own bed for months before she had run away, and it was silly to think she hadn't been sleeping with the guy she had been living with. Since returning home, she'd been with one guy after another, and he knew they weren't taking her out because she had great conversation skills. What she had was an incredible body and the will to use it to get what she wanted. That's what she was doing now, he believed, with him, but he didn't care. "Have you ever had your pussy eaten?" he asked. She didn't seem embarrassed by the language. "Yeah," she answered. "But I bet you can do it better." He almost laughed. Then he pushed her off his lap and to her feet before standing up himself. He towered over her. She was a waif, nineteen years old and still so petite and tiny compared to him. He kissed her, covering her tit with his hand, and jumped when he felt her hand cover his hard crotch, squeezing his manhood through his shorts. They both moaned. He broke the kiss and dropped to his knees. She put her hands on his shoulders and gazed down at him as he grasped the sides of her shorts and tugged them down to her ankles. She stepped daintily out of them and he tossed them aside. He looked up at her, smiling. Her shirt had fallen down again, covering her breasts. "Take off your shirt," he ordered. She obeyed without hesitation, pulling the garment up over her head and tossing it aside. He rocked back to take in all of her slender, pale body. She had to be the sexiest woman he'd ever seen in his life, her mother included. Pale blue panties, a thong actually, and those white and gray socks she loved. She looked so innocent, so young. Her nipples were rosy and stiff, and he could smell her excitement wafting from her crotch. With shaking hands, he grasped the hem of her panties and pulled them down. She spread her legs slightly to let the material escape from the clutch of her thighs. He paused with the garment at mid-thigh in order to gaze at her bush. Just as he'd imagined, the way it had felt to his fingers, it was just thick enough to be womanly and yet still sparse enough to imply youth, and it was dark red like the hair on her head. He'd never had a redhead before. The gene was recessive in his wife's side of the family and had blossomed in their daughter. He leaned forward and planted a kiss in the middle of her hairy patch. She shivered. Quickly he tugged the panties to her ankles and again she stepped daintily out of them. He put his hands on her hips and eased her down into his chair. She spread her legs automatically, revealing her sex to him for the first time since she was a baby. She was excited, the fact made obvious by the way her inner lips were splaying out, spreading her young pussy lewdly for his lustful gaze. He pushed her legs farther apart then placed his hands under her slender pale thighs. He lifted her legs into the air, rotating her hips upward and bringing her wet pussy into range of his mouth. She gasped when he lowered his head to her lap, moving her hands to his head. He covered his daughter's cunt completely and sucked, wiggling his tongue into her soft folds to get his first taste of incestuous juices. She smelled musky yet clean, and there was a faint odor of soap still clinging to her. He was relieved that she hadn't been fucking recently, at least. Not that it would have stopped him from feasting on his daughter's cunt. He worked his tongue through her pussy, lapping and nibbling, circling her clit, delving into her hole, all while her hands clutched at his hair and she fought to remain quiet. Her gasps and stifled moans excited him. Her slender legs kicked in his hands, her little body shook, her young cunt pulsed in his mouth delivering more juices to his waiting tongue. She yelped a hoarse, short scream then slapped a hand over her mouth to silence herself as an orgasm rumbled through her. Brad covered her cunt with his mouth, French-kissing her spasming fuckhole as his daughter's body quivered violently in the storm of a strong orgasm. Fresh, thick fluid ran into his mouth, metallic in flavor and tangy. It went on for a full minute before she collapsed weakly into the chair, gasping. He lifted his head from her lap, lowering her legs, and smiled at her. "Did you like that?" he asked. "Oh, Daddy!" she hissed, sitting up. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him with such passion that he nearly came in his shorts. She broke the kiss with a wet sound. "Is that what I taste like?" she asked. Smiling, she stuck her tongue out and licked around the perimeter of his lips. "Mmmm. Nice." And she kissed him again. He broke the kiss after a minute of sucking face. "I want you, Nina," he told her. She groaned and put her arms around him, pulling his body closer to her nude form. "I want you too, Daddy," she said. "I want you inside me." Brad stood up, trembling, hardly daring to believe it had gone this far, trying not to think about what this was doing to his life and the relationship he'd once had with his daughter. He took her hand and pulled her up, then changed places with her. He shoved his shorts down, revealing his cock to his daughter for the first time in their lives. She immediately wrapped her hand around his shaft, sucking in a breath. "It's so thick," she said. "I heard Momma talk about it before, but I never thought...are you sure it'll fit inside me?" He groaned. "One way to find out," he said, grinning. He gave her a quick kiss then sat down in his chair. He put his hands on her hips and turned her around. She looked confused at first, then he pulled her back until their legs touched. She sat down on his lap carefully, trapping his hard cock between the soft globes of her ass. He wrapped his arms around her slender body, cupping a breast in one hand and her wet cunt in the other. Nina lifted her arms over her head and put them around his neck, sighing contentedly. Wayward Daughter Returns "Oh God, Daddy," she moaned in a whisper. "You don't know how many times I fantasized about this." That surprised him. "Really?" he asked, slipping a finger into her hot box. "You had fantasies about me?" "Uh, huh," she agreed. She arched her back and groaned. "Sometimes...sometimes I pretended the guy I was with was....was you." He nibbled her ear. "No need to pretend anymore, sweetheart," he whispered. He put his hands under her upper thighs and lifted. She brought her legs up so that she could plant her feet on the edge of the chair outside his legs, lifting herself up. Then she reached between her legs and grasped his cock. He groaned as he felt her put the head of his cock against the opening of her body. She put both hands on the armrests and began to settle her weight onto him. At first, he thought she was too small to accept him. She churned her hips and the head of his cock squeezed into her. After that, it was just a matter of working the rest into her young body. He held onto her hips, resisting the urge to slam her down onto his pole. He let her set the pace, let her control what was happening. It was her choice, and it thrilled him to know that she wanted his cock inside her just as much as he did. "It hurts," she groaned, but she didn't stop pushing her hips down. "You're stretching me. Mmmm. Oh, Daddy...it's the biggest....I feel so full!" She pushed down hard taking the last few inches of his shaft into her body, and they were fully joined at last. She settled onto his lap, grinding her hips to secure their incestuous union. She gasped. "I did it!" He put his arms around her torso and pulled her back into his embrace. She let her feet slip off the chair, dangling her legs, and turned her face to his. Her eyes were filled with love, with desire. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered. "I love you too, Nina," he answered. He put a hand on her crotch and felt his cock shaft disappearing into her body. Her hand joined his a moment later. "You're inside me, Daddy," she said, smiling. "I got my Daddy inside me." "Are you okay with this?" he asked. She nodded quickly. "Can you fuck me now, Daddy? I'm so close." She kissed him tenderly. "Make me cum again, Daddy." Groaning, Brad sat forward until his daughter's feet were on the floor. He moved her so that she was able to hold her own weight, keeping her arms on the chair's armrests, and put his hands on her slender hips. He lifted her, pulling her off his cock with a slurping sound. She might have been experienced, but her pussy was still tight as a fist. She was so turned on that her pussy juice was running down his shaft over his balls. She waited until half of his cock was out of her before shoving herself back down. They both moaned. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said as she began to ride up and down on her father's cock. Brad spread his legs as Nina narrowed the gap between hers, moving the girl between his thighs and pulling her down hard, getting more of himself into her. She began to move faster, fucking herself hard on his aching cock, her young pussy quivering. "Oh! Oh!" she gasped. Then, "Daddy!" and she slammed herself down as she came, her slender body shaking, her pussy rippling up the length of his shaft as more of her juices squirted out around his cock to drip from his balls. Brad had never had a woman who was so juicy before. Even her mother didn't make this much wetness. Nina leaned back on his chest as her orgasm subsided. She drew his face to hers and kissed him passionately over her shoulder. "I love you so much, Daddy," she said, trembling. "Did you cum yet?" "Not yet," he said. She smiled and bent forward again, farther this time, until she was bent in half but still impaled on his cock. He held her hips and eased her forward, able to watch his cock slide out of her wetly. Her pussy looked obscene stretched around his cock. His own daughter! He pulled her back, slamming his cock into her, making her gasp, then groan. He began to fuck her like that, slamming his cock deeply into her, pulling back slowly, then slamming into her again. "Oh!" she said loudly, too loudly the thought, but no longer cared. Nothing could have made him stop fucking his daughter right then, not even if his wife had appeared in the doorway with a gun in her hand. He slammed into her slender body again and felt his cum starting to rise out of his balls. "I...can't...believe...it..." Nina gasped with each thrust he made into her. "I'm...cumming...AGAIN!" "Me too, baby," he grunted, holding her hips tightly as he fucked into her. "Don't pull out...Daddy...cum...inside me!" He groaned and pulled her onto his cock as hard as he could, getting as deep as he could go. She was on the pill, he knew that for a fact, and he didn't hesitate to give her what she'd asked for. His orgasm hit him like a runaway truck and his cum jetted out of him almost painfully. Nina sucked in her breath as her own orgasm hit her. "I feel it!" she hissed. "Cum in me, Daddy! Cum in me!" He fucked into her again, and the pleasure was so intense he thought he'd pass out. He was filling her with his cum. It had been a week since he'd fucked his wife, four days since he'd jacked off. He gave all he had to Nina, poured it all into his daughter's shaking body until he could see it frothing back out around his cock and dripping from her cunt to the floor. As the spurting eased, he pulled her back to him so that he could embrace her from behind. She came to him limply, drained, and draped her legs over his so that she was spread lewdly over his lap with her father's cock still buried inside her. He stroked her chest idly, tweaking her hard nipples, reaching down between her legs to stroke her clit and the place where they were joined. She hooked her arms under her father's and clung to him, sighing contentedly. She turned her head to look up at him, and he bent so that he could kiss her. It was slower, tender, a loving romantic kiss, but it still turned him on. His cock pulsed one last time inside her, delivering a last dollop of his sperm into her body. "I can't believe we did that," he said to her in a whisper. She smiled warmly. "I know," she said. "How long have you wanted me, Daddy?" she asked. He wasn't sure if he should answer that, so he asked instead, "How long have you wanted me?" "A long time," she said. "I never thought....that you'd want me. Not the way I wanted you." "Oh, Nina," he groaned. He hunched his hips and pushed his cock back into her. Miraculously, he was still hard. She stiffened and groaned. "What do we do now?" he asked. She clung to him tightly. "This won't be the last time, right Daddy?" she asked hopefully. "I won't tell anyone. I swear. Not even my closest friends. My God, how could I? How could I ever tell anyone I fucked my own Dad!" He loved hearing her talk dirty. "You liked fucking Daddy, didn't you?" he asked in a low voice. She giggled, picking up the hint. "Yeah," she said. "I loved being fucked by you. You liked fucking me, too, didn't you? You like having your cock inside me..." And she moaned, just as turned on by what she was saying. They heard the creak of floorboards overhead and froze. Clara, Brad's wife, had just gotten out of bed and was making her way to the toilet. Nina looked into her father's face over her shoulder with a bit of fear in her eyes. "I better go," she said sadly. He kissed her. He pulled her to him and kissed her, and she melted into his embrace, her tongue battling eagerly with his. Finally he let her go. She put her feet onto the floor and eased forward, sliding off his cock. It left her body with a wet, popping sound, and a flood of his cum mixed with her juices ran down her pale thighs. She turned to face him, displaying her naked body unashamedly. "Am I pretty?" she asked. He reached for her, drew him back between his legs so he could hug her. His sagging cock rubbed over her knees leaving a wet trail. "Of course you're pretty," he told her. "You're...beautiful. The sexiest, prettiest girl I know." "Prettier than Momma?" she asked. She smiled at his reaction. "Don't answer that. That wasn't fair. I just wanted you to tell me I was pretty. You used to say it a lot." "I'm sorry. I guess...I thought it was perverted to tell you how beautiful you were when you were...dressing the way you do." "I wanted you to notice me," she said. "I think that's what it was. I wanted YOU to want me. I promise Daddy, there'll never be another man for me now that I have you." She kissed him tenderly. He couldn't resist running his hands up her body. When the kiss ended she reached for her clothes and began to pull on her shorts. "Nina," he said. "You know we can't ever be...a couple." "I know, Daddy," she said, pursing her lips as if he'd said something stupid. "You love Momma. You love me differently. It's okay. I don't want to marry you, Daddy. I just want to...I just want you to fuck me when you can." She actually blushed as she said it. She pulled on her shirt and bent to retrieve her panties from the floor. He took her hand. "It's different between us now. Isn't it?" She nodded. "I like it better this way. No more hiding. You know how I feel about you, and I know how you feel." She cupped her crotch. "I got my Daddy's cum inside me. How many girls are lucky enough to say that?" She kissed him and pressed her panties into his hand. "A souvenir," she whispered. She headed for the door, swaying her hips. Overhead the toilet flushed. Clara would be aware he wasn't in bed yet and might come looking for him. He hastily pulled his shorts back on. When he looked up, Nina was gone. He stuffed her panties into a drawer, hardly able to believe it had really happened. He'd fucked his own daughter! She'd wanted it! And it wasn't going to be the last time. He locked the drawer and hurried to the bathroom to clean up the evidence. Tomorrow...tomorrow he would fuck her again. Somehow, he would make time for it. She was right. Things were different, but better now. His angst was gone. There was little feeling of guilt. Mostly what he felt was satisfaction. Life was a little more complete now. A step closer to perfect. It was better than any therapy could have been. Unable to stop smiling, he stepped into the bathroom to wash his daughter's orgasm off his cock, anxious to get to bed only so tomorrow would come faster.