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What Once Was Innocent Ch. 01

By: constanthardon



*Note: This story is not a quick, to-the-point, ten minute read. If you don't have the time to invest in reading it, please select something less involved.

Stepping out onto the front porch of his renovated colonial home, dating back to the late-1800's, Garrett sunk his hand deep into the right pocket of his black, tailored suit blazer. He found his house key tucked under a small, thick piece of paper, waived off as a possible receipt from the day before. Hearing the click of the deadbolt lock, Garrett made his way to his truck, climbed in and backed out of the driveway. Only two years ago there were only two cars in his household. Years seemed to pass in such a short breath, as he found himself thinking of days gone by, merging onto the interstate toward work.

Two years ago, he bought his daughter her first car; a sporty little red convertible. One of those cars you only see pretty women and men going through a mid-life crisis driving. Garrett swam deep into his thoughts, thinking maybe he was headed toward that crisis, himself.

Garrett could bring up the day he handed the keys to his daughter like it was on a Rolodex. Two years ago in the mild stages of spring, Makayla blew out the candles on her eighteenth birthday cake. The very breath that she breathed was his breath; his refection of him, in a more beautiful form. That very breath she exhaled over eighteen candles was the day he felt himself, for the first time, feeling old. Garrett would be forty on his upcoming birthday, by no means ancient. But his daughters' declaration of youthful independence became his silent resolution of aging. And he was having trouble admitting it. It seemed like only a few, short years ago, he was driving his first car. His mind dove deeper into his past memories as he took his exit to the office.

He had given up his spot in the two-car garage to his daughters' car. It seemed ridiculous to have a convertible car sitting outside in the elements and his fifteen year old Chevy Silverado had seen better days. Plus, a gentleman always made sure he cared for the women in his life. The other garage bay belonged to his beloved wife of twenty years, Rebecca. Makayla had definitely benefited from her mothers' beauty.

Rebecca and Garrett had gotten off to a rocky marriage, in their first few years. From the normal "settling in" phase to various arguments, it took them many years to straighten out their problems with each other. But after the newness wore off, their understanding for each other grew.

Garrett had tried so hard to keep the peace with his wife; something easier said then done. He knew when he met her that she would be hard to handle. Women as beautiful as her don't come around often, and he was surprised when she agreed to a first date with him. He knew what he had. But he also knew it would take him controlling his temper to keep her. He tried as hard as he could to make his marriage with Rebecca work.

Garrett had never admitted he was a saint, by any means. During their first few years of marriage, he had secretly met several young women on the internet. He felt imprisoned and even tortured by his new marriage. The constant fighting and threats of divorce threw him over the edge and the only distraction from that was in the safety of the anonymous interest of another woman. A woman he had no ties or resentment toward. He even met a few of the young women in person. Some would be only for brief talks, leading to more, but most were simply for his sexual frustrations. He never let his temptations take him all the way. Even if what he did was wrong, he vowed to himself never to have intercourse with any woman other then his wife.

It's not that he wasn't sexually attracted to his new wife, back then. My God, she was gorgeous. Tall and sleek, she had the body of a seductress. Her breasts perked high in her tight, little tops. Garrett always loved the cuteness of a smaller-chested woman. They just always gave him a warm, sweet feeling; making him smile in satisfaction. Her legs were something to be worshiped; long and tone, always silky smooth and tan. She had one of those asses that you would imagine a sexy heiress to the families fortune having. Tight, round, almost giving off a conceited vibe, like it was actually saying, "I'm better than you".

She had that nice, deep line running from the small of her back up between her shoulders and slender arms and fingers. Her hands and feet were dainty, something Garrett always loved about her. Her hair was long and dark, absolute perfection and her eyes matched it in color and luster. With full, pouty lips and a small, up-turned nose, she was constantly viewed by other people as stuck-up, vein or a bitch. Rebecca had everything and Garrett knew it. But after their wedding, her looks became horribly skewed as he realized her mood swings, controlling attitude and just a general idea that he would wait on her, hand and foot, took its toll on his attraction to her. He found himself actually making excuses not to have sex with her and he knew, this happening this early in a marriage was not a good thing.

Rebecca was only a year younger then him. He found younger women more open to his intentions. Rebecca was the only exception. He had never dated a woman that made him wait for sex. She was a virgin and intended on staying that way until marriage.

But usually women from eighteen to his age, twenty, were more sexually open to chance encounters with men whom they knew little about. It was the age they learned of themselves, testing men with their sexuality, tempting them with their new-found curves. Once, in a chat room, Garrett started talking to an eighteen year old girl and three hours later she was draining his frustrations down her throat. It was that easy, usually. Most of the girls he met only once, and oddly enough, they were perfectly fine with that.

One girl in particular, he met more than once. At twenty-one years old, slightly thick, with 38DD's that were spilling over her bra, she was definitely something he never had. Petite girls had always been his thing. The first night he met her, they talked and laughed, something he hadn't done in a while. He constantly admired her breasts. Almost like an expensive piece of chocolate he slowly peeled her tight shirt upward, his excitement building with every inch of her enormous breasts coming into view. His intentions were hers as well; they had discussed it beforehand.

"Yes, I'll let you play with my boobs," seemed to echo in his mind on his way to meet her. Her bra forced the top of her breasts out over the edge. She smiled at his overwhelming interest as she unhooked her bra, squeezing her massive tits together, with her arms, as she let the straps fall from her shoulders. Slowly she pulled the cups away and relaxed her arms back to their resting position, The result was her gorgeous round globes swaying and knocking together like a desk novelty. Garrett gasped at the sight.

He took his time with something he had never experienced, a well-endowed rack. Light touches and strong squeezes excited him more then he knew possible. Pressing them together, letting them sway, light licks turned to lustful sucking. He could feel her chest heaving, her breathing becoming louder, stronger. Then a thought quickly came to him, something he had never experienced before.

"Would you mind if I titty-fucked you? I've never done that before," he asked, looking up at her from between her cupped breasts.

"Sure," she panted. "It looks like you're having a lot of fun. Who am I to deny you, plus, this feels really good!"

He rose and straddled her waist, watched her palm the sides of her breasts, pressing them tightly against each other. The sight alone made Garrett drip precum. He slowly slipped his straining cock between her massive crease, letting the softness of her skin kiss his excited member. His unquestionable arousal for this previously unknown curiosity, the first feeling of firm, huge breasts sucking tightly on his naked dick, the unbelievably softness of them pressing against his pelvis overwhelmed him. He quickly found his peak, letting loose strands of warm cum on her neck and puddles between her breasts.

"Here, let me get you something to clean up," he panted and leaned over to the back seat for a roll of paper towels he kept for unknown accidents. Tearing off a few sheets, he pulled himself back into his seat.

"Oh my God," he mumbled, as he witnessed her wiping a sizable amount of his thick, shiny cum from between her breasts. The higher her finger moved, the more of his seed collected on the side of it. She held it to her face, briefly gave it an accepting look, then looked Garrett directly in the eyes and guided it into her mouth. He watched, mesmerized, as her full lips clamped down on the base of her finger and gently pulled her finger out; clean as a whistle.

"Well I guess you don't need these do you?" he asked in amazement, dropping the paper towels. She just shook her head "no" with a sly smirk.

"Has anyone ever told you your cum is very sweet?" she teased, swirling her tongue in her mouth; enjoying the remnants of her strangers fresh sex.

"Actually, I've heard that a few times," he smirked, still is disbelief.

As she stepped out of his truck, she waved goodbye and they went their separate ways. Garrett felt the guilt rising deep within him. 

He talked to her on the phone, as well as on the internet after that, and met her on three other encounters. One meeting he pulled up to her car, she got out and climbed into his truck. Not saying a word she unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and sucked him until he came forcefully into her mouth. She swallowed, primed the leftover cum to the tip of his cock, licked it off, zipped his pants back up, looked at him, smiled and said goodbye. That meeting was his favorite; to-the-point, raw, it was cut-and-dry and required no build-up.

Another time she knelt down in a parking lot and sucked his desperate cock in full view of anyone deciding to park in the lot. When she could sense he was close to cumming, She held out her palm and gently massaged his cock to orgasm. She cupped her hand in front of the tip and let his warm, sweet juice puddle into it. She then raised up and began licking small quantities of it from her hand until all traces were gone.

Garretts' satisfied cock began throbbing with each fast-paced heartbeat, as he watched her lap his most primal of fluids up like a hungry kitten. Garrett had never known a girl so comfortable, scratch that, addicted to the taste of semen. He reveled in her complete raw sexual cravings, her uninhibited urges to milk his wanting cock of every single drop of his nature. But what was so intense to him was he had no idea who this girl was, and she knew nothing of him. Yet, she had absolutely no quaff with meeting this stranger to satisfy his desires, to drink in his very essence.

"God that tastes so good," she grunted.

Garrett moaned, dazed from the delight.

Each encounter was something new and different. A drastic change from the already staleness, sexually, he had already become accustomed to.

On their last encounter, he went to her house to see her. She was like nothing he had ever met. She stopped at nothing to amaze Garrett. She knew nothing would come of their meetings, but he felt, something inside her loved the attention. He followed her upstairs to her bedroom, admiring the thigh high stockings and very short miniskirt that left nothing covered. This, she knew, was one of his fetishes.

They had discussed some very, very dirty ideas and fantasies in their little chats. She had learned of his desire to be called 'daddy' during sex. In her bedroom she climbed up on top of him, her skirt rising high from her spread legs until her smooth, shaved pussy was easily in view.

"Relax Daddy. Here let me take you pants off so you're more comfortable," she teased in a little girl voice. She stripped away Garrett's pants along with his boxers. She slowly sat back down on him, straddling his hardening dick. He felt the incredible wetness of her warm vagina, her lips melting around the length of his engorged penis. Slowly she started slipping back and forth, drenching him in her juices.

"I love sitting on your lap Daddy," she said as she peeled her spaghetti-strapped top up over her head, her large melons dropping and swaying from the release. She lowered herself down onto Garrett's bare chest. Her nipples softly slipped across his skin and then pressed against his chest. He lay there in absolute ecstasy as she ground her sopping wet pussy along his girth. The slushing noises of all those juices being forced in-and-out, up-and-down, back-and-forth was enough to bring Garrett over the edge.

"Hold on Daddy, I've got to go get something," she said as she rose up off of him. Slapping his mind back in reality, Garrett's mouth dropped open as he stared at her bare pussy release itself from him. Strands upon strands of her natural lubrication clung to his cock, refusing the separation. Garrett watched, bewildered, as clear droplets of desire splashed silently, from deep within her, against his lurching cock. He had never, in his life, seen a girl so wet.

He watched her large, naked ass as she walked into her sister's room; her short skirt lowering a little with every step. Walking back into the room, she again straddled his hard cock. Hidden in her hand, she unveiled a thin, tiny pair of pink panties.

"These are my little sisters' panties. I know from our talks about how you so badly would love to watch your little girl lick her sister's pussy. She isn't here right now, but she wore these today," she said with a sinister smile on her face. Slowly sliding back and forth on Garretts' dick, she stretched the crotch of her younger sisters' panties between her fingers and began lapping at the crotch.

"I can taste her pussy, Daddy," smiling at Garrett.

"Holy shit!" Garrett exclaimed, "Are those really hers?"

"Yes they are Daddy, and if she were here right now I'd lay her down and lick my little sisters' pussy for you Daddy."

Garrett could feel the cum building in his huge, tight balls. He urgently recalled the few conversations in which Garrett and her discussed this subject. She told him, if her sister would be into it, she would definitely be into having a little lick fest with her. Even though, she told him her sister would never go for it, the thought alone made Garrett weak in the knees. He found it oddly disturbing and, at the same time, one of the sexiest things he had ever heard before in his life. This girl had no limits, and to hear her admit such a dirty little revelation made him question his selection in wives. He questioned her statement in his mind, "Why in the hell would two sister's having lesbian sex with each other turn me on?" His answer; "All men ARE dogs!" Garrett was a dog.

She continued to lap at the panties like a small kitten, seemingly enjoying the taste of her younger sisters worn panties. Garrett imagined that just a few moments ago, her teenage sister had just taken off those exact panties. He noticed how small they were and how tightly they must have fit on her, how they must have stretched so snugly against her pussy and even possibly tucked inside it a little. Garrett could take no more.

"I'm about to cum, angel," he said trembling.

Lifting up off of Garrett, he peered down at her pussy slowly separating from his pulsing dick. In amazement, he saw her juices dripping onto his cock, tiny strands of wetness still connecting her to him. She slipped down between his legs, slowly lowering her breasts between his legs. He had never felt such large breasts against his inner thighs before. Slowly she massaged her breasts against his wanting cock, then lowered down and began licking the underside of his shaft, from balls to tip. He could see her juices collecting on her tongue with each stroke. She obviously had no problems tasting her own sexual secretions.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth Daddy?" innocently questioning.

"More then anything sweetie." He was really getting into this.

She swallowed him completely, taking his full length until her lips pressed against his pelvis. Sucking him full each time, he could sense his upcoming climax.

"Cum in you little girls' mouth, Daddy," she commanded looking into his eyes.

And that's all it took. She lowered her mouth back to his pulsing cock and he unleashed his pent up satisfaction into her mouth. His orgasm seemed to last forever. Garrett could hear her desperately trying to swallow the enormous amount of cum pumping out of him. At last, feeling his trembling erectness subside, she let his softness drop from her mouth.

"Does your little girl suck your dick well Daddy?"

Garrett shook his head to bring him back into reality. It wasn't often that he called up his skeletons from their closet. Years had gone by since those experiences happened and Garrett was a changed man. He realized that he needed to focus directly on his problems, to meet them head-on. And anything else was getting in the way of that. He relished in the excitement those few meetings provided, but he knew nothing good could come of such secrets. Garrett slammed the door to his truck, watching every one else in the parking lot pressing their key fobs, activating the cars' alarm system. 

Garrett laughed, turned to his truck, raising his keys toward it and made a makeshift honking sound. Garrett didn't even lock his doors. His truck was on its last leg and the truth is, a car thief would find it more work the it's worth. He doubted a thief would even look at it and that pleased him. "Let these guys worry about their fancy little BMW's and Cadillacs, I'm fine without the hassle," he thought as he dropped the keys into his right pocket and entered the building.

to be continued...

What Once Was Innocent Ch. 02



Arriving to his office, Garrett closed the door and stuffed his hand into his pocket. Grabbing the contents in his pocket, he tossed it onto his desk. Taking off his blazer, his sat in his office chair and turned on his computer. Waiting for the computer to boot up, he glanced at the folded piece of paper. Picking it up he began to unfold it, realizing it wasn't a receipt after all. He could see there was curly, cursive writing on it. Garrett recognized the handwriting. It was his daughters':

Daddy,

I know things for you and mom have been hard for a while, I can see it on your face. I know you love her, and so do I, but I can tell you're not happy right now. That hurts me more then you know. Sometimes I wonder if you were meant to be with some one else. When we're out I notice women staring at you and I can tell what they are thinking. I know that I have a very attractive father and I know you deserve the best in life.

I must tell you that sometimes I get very jealous of mom, for what she takes for granted. I also get jealous from some of my friends (don't get the big head now)! They have teased me for years about how hot you are and how they wouldn't mind spending time alone with you, if you get my drift. It really pisses me off because sometimes they don't even want to spend the night with me because they're my friends. They want to so they can check you out in you boxers!

I'm telling you this, in this way, because for one, I would be embarrassed to say it to your face and for two, I knew if I put this in your coat pocket, mom wouldn't find it. It's not the first time you've had something in your pocket from me!

I just want to thank you for being the best daddy anyone could ever hope for. You care so much for me. I know you spoil me, even when mom says not to, but I know how much you love me. I know it's also hard for you to see your little girl grow up and become a woman. I can tell how distant you've been for a while now and it concerns me. We used to be so close. I miss that. I miss being daddy's little girl. I will always be here for you if you need to talk to me. Please don't do anything to separate our family. I know, deep down, you wouldn't, but I also have learned a few things about men and their needs. I love you Daddy and I wish nothing but happiness for you.

Love,

Makayla

Garrett smiled at the little hearts she dotted each "i" with, folder up the letter and noticed his screen popped a new message from his e-mail:

"Daddy I hope you got my letter. I'll be thinking of you all day while I sit hopelessly bored here on the couch. See ya at home!"

Makayla had just moved back home from college for the summer and was spending most of her time catching up with high school friends that went to other colleges. It was good to have her back in the house. The months before when she left for school were rough. He cried when she pulled out of the driveway and waved at him, on her six hour drive to college. He visited her on a few occasions, but for the most part the only contact was by phone or e-mail. He missed his daughter more then he ever thought possible and her absence had brought up problems that he and his wife had suppressed for years.

Rebecca suffered from a condition known as Vaginismus. Neither Rebecca or Garrett knew of it until a few years into their marriage. Vaginismus is an involuntary tightness of the vagina during attempted intercourse, that can not be controlled. Garrett just always thought is was because she was a virgin and just had a naturally tight pussy. 

Rebecca thought it was normal to feel such burning and pain during sex. At times, it was more subsided, but usually it resulted in having to stop having sex altogether. The burning usually lasted a day or so after the attempt, limiting the chances of them having sex. Garrett couldn't help it, but he soon became frustrated and ultimately resentful over it.   

He tried to understand, but the lack of gratification won over reason. Their sex life wasn't that bad, Garrett absolutely loved to give oral sex. And he was good at it too. He knew exactly what to do and where to do it, and had even gotten a compliment from a bisexual girl, years before he got married, that he rivaled any woman in that area.

Garrett always knew the myth of a woman knowing another woman's' body was utter bullshit. He knew if he desired a man to give him oral sex, the other man didn't know the intricacies of Garretts' body any more then a woman did.

So, for the most part, sex generally involved trying to have intercourse, occasionally anal sex, and usually wrapping it up with oral sex. Kissing had always been their main source for pleasure and Garrett found that to actually be the sweetest thing he could want from her.

Rebecca was no slouch in the oral department either. He was amazed at how easily she took on to giving him head and how well she could take him completely inside her mouth. This was a must for Garrett. She learned different techniques and tempos and almost always finished him off by looking him deep into his eyes while he watched his dick erupt on her tongue. Eye contact was key. She always presented him his little prize on her tongue before she closed her mouth, savored it, and then swallowed. Garrett was a lucky man.

Makayla was a miracle, of sorts. Garrett and Rebecca had a hard time conceiving from her condition, but eventually it happened. Rebecca had no abnormal discomforts in birthing Makayla, actually having a natural child birth. That seemed to relieve Rebecca's tightness in some ways. She seemed to be able to relax a little more, but their routine had already been established. For the most part, they were okay with it the way it was before.

Garrett settled back into his office chair and went over his list of things to get done that day. There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in" he replied. A small head peeked into the doorway as the door opened slightly.

"Mr. Conner, your daughter is on line one. I didn't think you had your away message taken off yet."

"Thank you Natalie."

"Hi doll, are you okay?" he asked after pressing the blinking button on his phone.

"I'm fine daddy, I just wondered how you day was going and to see if you read my letter."

Garrett laughed. He had only been at work for fifteen minutes. "Yes honey, I read it just a moment ago. It was very sweet and made my day."

"Well good. It's nice to know you are smiling, even though I'm not there to see it."

"You always bring a smile to my face, darling."

"Aww thanks Daddy. I hope you have a great day."

"Thank you honey, you too."

"I will Daddy. I'm going to see Amber in a bit. But when I get back I'll get on messenger if you feel you need to talk."

"Okay, honey. Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do," Garrett laughed.

"Ha! If I took your advice on that, Amber and I would be playing around naked together! I remember how you used to look at her out of the corner of your eye. Don't lie! Oh, by the way, Amber is one of the girls I was talking about in the letter," Makayla laughed.

"There's nothing wrong with looking is there? Amber is a very attractive young woman and you better watch all that talk of fooling around with girls! You know you're my daughter and any thoughts of you in those situations unnerves me. Plus, if that ever happened I better have a good view!" Garrett knew as soon as it came out of his mouth, he should have left the last part inside.

"Daddy! What I meant was IF I did anything you would do, pertaining to being with Amber, you would probably have your way with her, if the situation was right! I can't believe you'd think I'd do such a thing!"

"So you're not ruling out me watching?" he stuck his foot deeper into his mouth.

"Daddy, you're such a pervert! I have to go now."

"Okay, well be careful."

"I will... and I'll call you when we're both naked" she giggled.

"Goodbye honey. I love you."

"Bye Daddy, I love you so much."

Garrett hung the phone up and sat imagining the idea. Amber was a year younger then his daughter and spent more time at Garretts' house then she did at her own. She was dramatically shorter then Makayla, he figured around five foot even. She had shorter, dirty blonde hair and big, brown eyes. She practically looked like a baby doll, with cute, innocent features. Small, perky breasts and a tight, tiny little ass, Garrett figured he could almost cup her entire ass in one of his hands. 

Everyone teased Amber about her size, saying she looked like she was about thirteen. Even Garrett had said something to that nature, only to tell her that wasn't a bad thing at all. He found her to be quite sexy and so cute at the same time; something he always loved. Amber was more of a wild child. Her parents let her do whatever she wanted and Garrett thought she stayed at his house because their family was more grounded, more into rules and proper conduct.

He sat thinking of witnessing his lovely daughter and Amber lying naked in each others' arms, slowly caressing each others most private places. He envisioned watching Makaylas' sweet face between Ambers' tiny legs. Her full, succulent lips slowly opening to a warm, pink tongue, lightly licking the glistening folds of Ambers' little pussy. Garrett imagined Makaylas' eyes slowly opening; looking directly into his eyes.

"What the hell?", questioning his thought. He realized he had a full hard-on and buried himself in his tasks to dull his avid mind; and erection. This wasn't the first time he had daydreamed about his daughter, but possibly the first he imagined her being sexually adventurous with another girl. He and his daughter had always flirted with each other since she had learned what a gorgeous girl she had become, some years before.

Makayla developed sooner then most of her friends. At eleven, she was already into a C cup, and skipped the training bra entirely. Rebecca seemed envious of her daughter at times, always wanting to be a bit bigger in the bosom. At eleven, Makayla had already passed her in that area. Garrett guessed she got those genes from his side of the family.

Garrett recalled that mild, spring day again, a few years ago, when Makayla held the keys to her new car. He decided not to trade his truck in for a new one, opting, instead to buy his daughter the nicest car he could. Rebecca insisted he buy her an older car, for fear that it wouldn't be long before she wrecked it. But Makayla had actually been a better driver then they both imagined. She had matured early and took care of the things she had. He remembered purchasing the car from the BMW dealership and driving it home that day, the only time he'd ever drive it alone again.

He asked her to close her eyes, as he walked her outside. Somehow he knew she knew what was coming next. The look on her face was all he ever needed, but the dozens of hugs and kisses were welcome as well.

"Thank you Daddy! Thank you Daddy!", she squealed as she jumped up and down. In such a sight, he smiled at his daughters' excitement; his eyes wandering to her ample cleavage bouncing up and down, the tight top fighting to keep her treasures tucked inside. He didn't know what had come over him watching his daughters' large, firm breasts undulating in front of him, but he couldn't stop looking. They rose high. High enough for the very top edge of her nipples to peek over the top, and then falling lower to the weight of such acrobatics. He knew they must be sheer perfection, absolutely firm and perky, noticing they never dropped very low on her chest, given the extreme amount of force she tested them with.

She jumped into his arms, instinctively, as most little girls do to their fathers, wrapping her long, silky, smooth legs around his waist. Her arms crossed lightly around the back of his neck. 

Surprising him, he had no choice but to hold her up, reacting as fast as the action called, Garrett tucked his hands under the back of his daughters' thighs and clamped down on them with his tightening arms. Even if he couldn't see, he knew there was no chance her short skirt covered anything at this position.

Her breasts pressed tight against his upper chest and chin. Wrenching his neck back to meet her face above him, her breasts still found their way to him, her cleavage teasingly sucking his chin between them. He wished he would have shaved that morning.

His legs threatened to buckle as his heightened sense of touch processed the unearthly soft, smoothness of the tops of her breasts and the very highest expanse of the backs of her exquisitely smooth thighs. Garrett realized his fingertips were lightly tucked around her inner thighs, touching a very warm, thin piece of fabric.

Immediately, he realized he was in a very uncomfortable situation. This kind of behavior may have been fine when Makayla was younger, but he found himself uneasy at that moment. Maybe it was the fact that she was eighteen–nearly a woman now. Maybe it was the outfit she had chosen to wear. Maybe it was the mouth-watering D-cups that threatened to swallow his entire face, Maybe it was the fact that Garretts' fingers were actually resting on his daughters panties, any movement of them and she'd know as well. Maybe it was the fact that he knew it was possible there were a pair of glaring eyes behind him, looking through the glass door. Maybe it was because Garrett had a raging erection.

"I love it Daddy. I absolutely love it" she lightly admitted, looking down into his eyes almost breathless.

Garrett lost all sense of reality. There above him were the most beautiful blue eyes looking right into his. Her fragrant dark hair tickled his face. Her sultry, glistening, relaxed lips lowering to meet his. He watched as her lips parted, slowly coming to his. He felt the deepest, most erotic tingle throughout his entire body as her lips slowly melted into his.

At least it was sensually slow to him. It actually all happened quite rapidly. Garretts' mind lost the confirmation that this was his daughter he was holding. At that moment, all he could think of was he was holding, kissing, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

Her lips separated from his. "I love it too, Angel, and I love you," he said looking into her eyes. He imagined her previous declaration of love wasn't for her new car, but for his manhood, anxiously finding its way inside her for the first time.

Slowly she let loose her legs' grasp around her fathers' waist. Her legs dropped together into front of him, catching his erection between them. He could see her mind beginning to work; the slightest change in her facial expression. He lowered her body, letting his hands gently travel across her naked buttocks before releasing them. Not long enough to savor, just enough to know he did.

Her breasts slid down his clenching chest until his erection caught between her legs. Garrett actually felt himself desperately squeezing, internally, to keep himself from cumming. Her weight drove his penis down, between her legs, until he felt her pelvic bone grind down the length of him. The tip sprung noticeably from her bodies' release as he lowered her feet to the ground.

She stood in front of him, looking up into his eyes, motionless. Garrett smiled at her, hoping it all hadn't happened as slowly and in-depth as he thought it had. He hoped, just maybe, it happened so quickly and she was so excited, she didn't notice at all. But she just stood there, looking at him like she was so deep in thought, like she didn't realize he was even standing there. Garrett lowered his face, noticing his huge hard-on was holding his daughters' skirt up.

The thin, almost gauze-like material lightly draped over his stiffened member, stretching in his satiny dress slacks. Quickly he corrected the problem and fixed her skirt. The sensation knocked Makayla out of her state, instinctively looking down to see what he had just done to her skirt. She stared at his obvious erection and then back up to his face.

Garrett had never seen anything as seductive as when his daughter looked up at him, at that moment. He saw a look of sheer lust in her eyes, in her lips, but immediately disproved that observation for fear that he might be horribly wrong. Maybe it was a look of disgust. Suddenly he saw her eyes dart sideways and open uncontrollably.

"Come on Daddy, show me my new car," looking up at him again with a slight smirk. She latched on to her fathers' hand, but he pulled away.

"Be right there, honey." Garrett knew he didn't dare turn toward the door at this particular moment, fearing the look in his daughters' eyes was what her feared most. He calmly leaned over the porch banister, looking towards the new car and his daughter. "Of all that just happened, I'm sure I had my back turned to the door," he repeated to himself.

He followed her to the car, showing her all the things only guys notice on cars, the low-profile tires, the rims, the large brake rotors, et cetera. Rebecca stood in the doorway, almost jealous at the gift. With a troubled look on her face, she walked back inside and started cleaning up the few dishes that were dirty.

Garrett knew he had a gorgeous daughter, downright sexy, to be honest. She had long, flowing dark brown hair, the prettiest icy blue eyes he had ever seen; from him, of course. She had the most delicate features. Slightly taller then her mother, her legs were the things poetry is written for.

Her smile was electric and her eyes sparkled and smiled on their own. She also had full, pouty lips, taken both from him, as well as his wife. Her body curved in all the right places. He couldn't help but admire her full, perfectly round breasts, even if he hadn't seen them completely since she was about fourteen. A wonderful 34D, he knew from doing the laundry at times, but he imagined she filled those up to overflowing.

She had the smallest waist he had ever seen, with the size breasts she had, and graceful, sloping hips that gave way to a fantastic, tight, little bubble butt. He knew that she would be awe-inspiring nude. He didn't, in the least, feel guilty for admiring her gifts. He was part of the reason she had them.

But on that occasion, Makalya looked like nothing her father had ever seen, He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but that day seemed to change his perception of his gorgeous daughter forever. For her birthday, and the fresh, new warmth of spring, Makalya wore a very tight, white spaghetti-strapped top that seemed to show endless amounts of cleavage. The top came to just above her navel, showing off her perfectly flat, smooth stomach and waist. He admired that of all of her friends, she was the only one that didn't have her belly button pierced. It was simply sexy, shallow and so soft looking.

She also wore a pleated, loosely-fitting, pink skirt that hung lightly on her hips, exposing just a touch of her hip bones. The skirt teased just slightly below her buttocks, the style among younger girls these days. "Thank God", he thought. A pair of white flip-flops completely the outfit. But it wasn't so much the outfit as it was her in general. Something about her had changed in Garretts' eyes. He didn't quite know what it was.

She skipped over to the driver's side door and opened it for the first time. Giddy and happier then she probably ever had been in her life, her modesty took a 'back seat'. Garrett remembered the following moments as vividly as anything in his life. It was the first time he actually got a real, deep-down tingle inside from the one person he should never have.

At that particular moment, Makayla bent completely over, unknowing at that moment, of what she was doing to her father. To Garrett, it happened in slow motion.

He watched her lean over, on her tiptoes, following her thin, tan legs to her little flirty skirt. Bending over more and more he stood motionless as her perfect, round ass came into view. Standing only a few feet away from her, he couldn't help but peer between her legs. It was a instinctive action that no man would be able to hinder himself from doing, including him.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 02



He gazed, almost comatose, between her legs, at the thinnest, sheer, white g-string stretched tightly against her most private of areas. The back part of the panties, coming and going into view, from the cool spring breeze lifting and lowering her almost tissue-like skirt, ran tightly between her supple, tanned buttocks. The string was so small he could actually see the pucker of her tight, immaculate anus. He had never seen one so perfect. The exact same color as her skin, no discoloration whatsoever.

He fought for another breath as he witnessed the thin, see-though material covering her vagina. He could see every nuance of his daughters' teenage pussy. It looked as smooth and hairless as the day she was born. He shivered in delight, following the thin, darkened line that ran from between her tight buttocks to the small, pink little button of her clitoris.

He knew, just barely between that fragile line, was something he had never seen before in his life. Something he should probably never see. And, for some reason, that made his excitement even more intense. He noticed a definite, small spot that seemed to shine in the bright morning sun light. Darker then the material surrounding it, Garrett assumed he might be right about the look that she had given him, moments ago.

At that moment he knew his thoughts had taken him to a place he didn't exactly think he should be. And it showed. Makayla turned her head, without rising, and locked on to her fathers' gaze. At first she didn't realize, but immediately knew he wasn't looking into her eyes.

She glanced almost nervously at the embossed erectness between his legs, then immediately back to his face. By that time, Garrett had met her gaze and was earnestly trying to find words to either apologize or make the incident fade as quickly as possible. But he couldn't.

"Wanna go for a little ride, Daddy?" Makayla finally broke the silence as she rose and turned to meet her fathers' straying look. Once again she glanced quickly to notice his erection hadn't subsided.

"Sure, let me run in and tell Mom we're leaving." Garrett sprinted inside, hoping the shock would wear off and his throbbing crotch would settle down. Like a horny teenage boy he thought about the 'ride' meaning more then it was.



What Once Was Innocent Ch. 03



Makayla couldn't quite make out what had just happened. On one hand she felt flattered that her father was checking her out, but on the other she didn't know if that was an acceptable thing for him to be doing.

She knew her and her dad teased and flirted, and as often as possible. She pranced around the house in almost nothing hoping to get his approval of how beautiful she was. There had even been a few times he had walked in on her naked in the bathroom or in her bedroom and, of course, that one time she saw him completely naked, skinny-dipping in the pool, thinking no one was home.

The memory flooded her mind, of his muscular arms pushing himself up off the side of the pool, the cool water rushing down his body. She was shocked to see more skin then usual below his belly button and her mouth dropped when she saw his flaccid cock dangling between his legs, dripping wet. She turned in horror at the thought, but intrigue quickly took over. She turned back, watching him dry his hair, quickly her eyes darted back to his glistening cock. Water droplets slowly formed on the tip, dripping between his legs. She saw he was completely shaved, something she had never seen. It looked good to her, fresh and smooth. Makayla found herself growing wetter, in the memory and in real life.

She sat lightly in the new car, like she was afraid of damaging the new cream-white leather, feeling the warmth on her already warm posterior. At that moment she had actually entertained the thought of slipping her panties off and hiding them down the side of the seat. Something inside her tingled at the thought of her fathers' looks, not to mention that incident on the porch had left her well lubricated.

She thought of the next appropriate time where she could bend over and let him revel in the sight of his beautiful daughter completely naked under her indecent skirt.

"Inappropriate time, is more like it," she thought as her father walked toward the passenger side of the new vehicle. She slipped the thin waistband back up her firm hips and lightly draped the skirt across her thighs. Looking down, she knew the skirt was so short, she could see just a hint of her saturated panties.

As Garrett opened the passenger door to the convertible, he quickly glanced over the sight of his precious daughters' body. Her firm, round breasts barely covered by the top, the thin straps cutting into her toned shoulders, her shimmering, tan legs. Her miniskirt teasing about her thighs. And that small bit of those lusty white panties hugging tightly against her teenage mound.

"Where should we go Daddy?" Makayla smiled as he sat down, closing the door.

"Anywhere your little heart desires, my love."

Raising her arms to tie her soft hair into a ponytail, Garrett stole a look at his daughters' immaculate underarm and followed them down to the sides of her breasts. 

"This is going to be entertaining seeing you drive a straight-drive your first time."

"Oh you don't think I know my way around a stick, Daddy?" looking at herself in the mirror on the sun visor, slightly smiling.

"I thought maybe you would've saved that for me," Garrett found himself dancing around the innuendo.

"Oh I have, Daddy. I don't think I've ever even seen a stick before."

"Well, I'll take it easy on you, since it is your first time."

"I hope so, this car hasn't even been broken in yet." Makayla turned and smiled the sexiest of smiles.

"Nope. it's as fresh as can be. At least that's what I've been told." Garrett sat looking at his daughters position. Securing the ponytail in its place, she was perked up in her seat, her back arched, breasts at full attention, her little ass jutting far back into the crease of the seat.

"There's no reason to lie, now is there Daddy?"

Makayla had always tried to push her fathers' buttons. They had made sexual comments to each other before, but for some reason, Makayla found herself enjoying it a little too much. She couldn't lie to herself about it, this wasn't the first time she had been turned on by her own father.

"Okay, Daddy, what do I do first?"

Garrett loved how innocent that sounded. 

"Okay, press in the clutch all the way and pull the gear shifter into reverse."

Hearing the gears grinding, he winced in agony. Finally she got it.

"Now, press in the clutch again and push the stick into first gear." Another desperate cry from the gears wrenched out into the neighborhood. "Now, slowly let out the clutch and press the gas pedal." The car leaped forward, jerking both of their heads back unexpectedly.

"Whoa, Daddy, this things got power!" Makayla giggled as she wound out the gear.

"Okay! Okay! Now push in the clutch again and pull the stick back into second gear. Hurry!"

The whine of the engine revving made Garrett think his ears were bleeding.

"HURRY, HONEY!" The car learched forward and slowly she ground second gear until it leaped forward again. Immediately the car came to an abrupt stop, shutting off.

"Daddy, why did you get me a manual car knowing I can't drive one?" A tear started forming in her eye.

"Well, manual cars are much more fun and this particular model only comes in manual. It's a true road car. Once you get the hang of it, you'll thank me for it. Here, let me drive for a second and show you how it feels." Garrett didn't even realize the innuendo in the given moment. He stepped out of the car, walking around the back to the drivers' side.

Makayla threw one leg over the arm rest, slipping into the passenger seat. Garrett opened the door to find her legs spread wide in her attempt to pull the other leg across. He took this opportunity to provide humor to the situation and hopefully quell the uneasiness he felt from the events that happened earlier.

"My, honey, I wouldn't say that's the most lady-like way to change seats in a skirt like that!"

"What do you mean a skirt like this? And I AM a lady, Daddy!"

"Well that skirt... let's just say is bare minimum at best."

"You mean you don't like my skirt?" Tossing it back and forth, knowing her panties were in full view.

"Of course I like it, Angel. I just meant it doesn't quite cover all of your...um...parts at all times. And with those panties..." Garrett felt his foot returning to his mouth.

"What's wrong with my panties, Daddy? I think they're cute!" teasingly flipping the front of her skirt up enough to where Garrett could tell the waistband plunged deep between her legs. He knew they could only be covering just a 'hair' of the top of her pussy. He realized panties that tiny could only be worn by girls who shaved entirely. 

Garrett's mouth began to water. He couldn't say this was the first time she had done such a stunt, but it always came as a shock to him. A pleasant one.

"I didn't say they weren't cute and I didn't say I didn't like them. It's just the skirt is so short and your panties are, well..."

"Well, what, Daddy?"

"Honey, I can see...everything." Garrett emphasized the everything.

"You can?" Makayla leaned her head down far between her legs, spreading them nonchalantly. She knew full well they were almost invisible.

"Yeah, and not only are they transparent, there's not much to them anyway."

Makayla looked up at her father, still leaning over with her skirt peeled up.

"Well, if they're so transparent, maybe I should just take them off," blatantly teasing him now. She slipped each index finger into each side of the thin waistband, tugging them slightly down her hips.

Garrett actually thought about calling her bluff--to see how far she'd actually go.

But instead he said, "Well wouldn't that be even worse, Kayla?" He felt himself thicken from watching her slender fingers peeling her panties down, if only just a little bit.

He noticed an almost disappointed look on her face as she lifted the waist band up high on her hip bones.

"Worse? Daddy, I've worn these exact panties around the house hundreds of times with nothing else but a tee-shirt on and you've never said a word." She definitely looked disappointed.

"Maybe I was enjoying the view."

"Yeah, it looked like you were really enjoying the view just a few minutes ago," she laughed.

"Maybe I was. Is it such a bad thing for a father to admire his beautiful daughter's body?" He felt he had just trapped himself in a very loaded question.

"I mean, you are mine."

"Then what's so different now, Daddy?" She looked a little happier from the compliment.

"Well, for one, you're in public."

"I've worn this exact same outfit in public plenty of times and every now and then I like to wear my skirts without any panties at all under them. It's good for ya, I read it somewhere."

Garrett could sense the growing hardness in his pants. Just the thought of his little girl in an ass-short skirt without panties underneath rendered him speechless.

"I...I...um, good for you and great for anyone around too!"

"Daddy, do you really think people actually notice me?"

"Honey, unless the entire world's population has gone blind, I don't think anyone could keep from noticing you!"

"Am I really that pretty, Daddy?" obviously loving the compliments.

"You are breathtaking, absolutely heart-stoppingly gorgeous."

"Thanks Dad, you always make me feel beautiful, even when I don't think I am."

They both smiled at each other, as Makayla crossed her legs and her father drove off smoothly in her new birthday present.

Pulling into a gas station to get a soda, Garrett asked, "Do you think you're ready to try it again?" "Sure. Get me a Diet 7-Up, okay Daddy?"

"Be right back."

Makayla climbed out of the low-slung car and made her way around to the drivers' side door. A gentle breeze danced by and lightly lifted her skirt just enough to partially expose her bare buttocks, if only for a split second. Sitting down in the seat and closing the door she looked around noticing every single person pumping gas was staring at her. What a boost of much-needed confidence! She could feel her thin panties becoming quite cool, sticking to her smooth pussy. 

She didn't exactly understand it, but this day with her father had been an odd one. She knew, before, that he looked at her in various skimpy outfits; in just her bra and panties, and occasionally naked. He made comments about how nice her ass was or how busty she had become, but there was something coming over her that she couldn't deny. Her father was making her wet, whether he knew it or not.

Garrett returned to the car and handed his daughter her drink.

"Ready to go," he asked.

Makayla nodded yes and smiled, grinding the reverse gear. Garrett only smiled this time.

She did remarkably well as they took the on-ramp to the interstate. Shifting came easier and easier and they both enjoyed the open air freedom. The silence between them was a relief. Garrett noticed she paid so much attention to the road and the sound of the car that she didn't realize the wind turbulence inside the car had blown her skirt up past her waist and was clinging to her stomach.

Wearing sunglasses, he took full opportunity to enjoy the sight of his teenage daughter's skimpy panties. He roamed over the taught lines of her legs making a defined V between them. He finally had a secure moment to really take in everything; how low the panties rode, how her bare lips pressed tightly together from her legs.

"Can you just imagine the view right now if I hadn't stopped her from taking them off?" He kicked himself in his mind. He could feel the crotch of his pants becoming tight again. "What the hell is going on with me?"

Makayla sat, blissful, in conquering the cars' mechanics. Looking over at her father, she saw his eyes were not on the road. She glanced between his legs and saw the straining hardness in his pants dying to be set free.

She thought to herself, "I kind of feel for him, a little. He's had it really rough not being able to fuck whenever he wants to." Makayla caught herself thinking how odd it was to think about her father having sex and using the word fuck to describe it.

She had never so much as had a tampon inside her, yet she started imagining what it would be like to feel a warm, big cock inside her body. The two ideas started meshing into each other until Makayla found herself daydreaming about her father's warm, big cock inside of her.

Coming back to reality, the thought didn't even seem to shock her at that moment. "I bet it's been so long, he could really do some damage with that thing. It's not like this is the first time I've wondered how good he is bed." A shiver bolted down her spine, deep between her legs. She could feel the intense heat from her pussy. She was too close to her daddy to be feeling like this.

"Are you cold, honey? Your hair is standing up on your arms. Do you want to put the top up?" The sudden statement knocked her out of her thoughts.

"No, Dad, it's okay. I just got a chill. What are you thinking about?"

"Um, just how much I'm glad you're home for the summer."

"Anything else?" hoping he'd go back to those sexual comments.

"No. But make sure the top isn't down if you wear that skirt out on a date." Garrett smiled.

"Oh, that again," she said smartly, looking down at her exposed panties. "I really can't help it right now. Why, does it upset you?"

"You'll get no complaints from me," he jokingly yelled over the noise. "You weren't really going to take those off were you?" Garrett knew he might be treading on thin ice.

"Well... I WAS, but you said you liked them, so I decided not to." Makayla knew she was hitting him in the right spot with the response.

"I don't think I like them so much anymore," Garrett said slyly.

"Well, I kinda have my hands full right now, so unless you want to take them off FOR me, they're right where they're gonna stay," she responded teasingly.

Garrett just looked at her, questioning her response. He wondered how she'd react if he actually did. "Did my daughter just give me permission to take off her panties," he thought. He knew this had went past father/daughter flirting, but he was curious to see how much further it could go.

And that's when he took his chance. It took him a few moments to gather his courage. His heart beat out of his chest as he leaned over and pinched each side of her waistband in each of his fingertips. She didn't seem to reprimand him for it, even though she jumped in surprise.

He tugged at the thin strings bringing them lower on her hips. Surprisingly, she lifted her buttocks off of the seat to make it easier for him to remove them. That movement alone made him feel a tiny bead of precum collect on his boxers. It was her acceptance of what he was doing. She was okay with it. She was actually even helping.

He brought the waistband down lower, paying close attention to the ridiculously small patch covering her bald pussy. Slowly the patch started to form a little roll, each fluid pull lower revealed more. He held his breath at the first sight of her thin little line and the slight emergence of his daughter's pink, swollen teenage clit.

"OH SHIT!" Makayla screamed as dust swarmed inside the vehicle. Rocks beat the undercarriage of the car loudly as Garrett jerked his head up to gain his bearings. Makayla darted back onto the Interstate, panting and pale-faced.

"What happened," Garrett asked breathing heavily.

"I guess I ran off the road! I was concentrating and the next thing I know I'm in the median!"

"Okay, well relax now. Concentrating on what?" He wondered if he had went too far.

"Well I thought on the road, but I guess I wasn't," Makayla now laughing at the incident.

"Did this just happen? Did I just almost take my daughters' panties off? Did I just see her perfectly smooth skin and her little pink clit? It looked like she had never grown hair! Just imagine what that feels like!" Garrett drowned in the images he had just seen. He could not believe this was happening. Now addicted, he waited a few moments, for Makayla to calm down, to try again.

Slowly he slid his arms back over to her and rested them on her exposed hips. She had pulled her panties back up a little, but the excitement had made her more attentive of driving. He tucked a few fingers in under the waistband and began slipping them down.

"Whoa big boy, I think we need to keep from dying on my birthday!" Makayla calmly said as she lowered a hand on to her fathers'. Garrett pulled away like a scolded puppy.

Soon they took their exit back towards their house. The had spent the entire day driving for miles and miles and both of them were starting to tire. At the top of the exit ramp, Makayla stalled the car.

"What did I do wrong?" She chastised herself.

"On a steep hill, you have to really throttle the car lightly to keep it running. Otherwise it will stall."

Makayla started the car again, and once again it stalled.

"AH, I'm getting so pissed!"

"Would you like me to show you, honey?"

"Well, I have to learn somehow, don't I?"

"Here, let's try something." Garrett got out of the car and motioned for his daughter to step out. He sat in the drivers' seat and pointed for her to sit down. Makayla rolled her eyes like he was trying to teach her how to feed herself again. She sat down, rudely on his lap and placed her hands on the gear shifter and each foot on top of his; one on the gas and one on the clutch. Knowing this exit was rarely used due to the newly added exits, before and after it, made Garrett feel safe no one would collide with them.

"Okay press the clutch in until you feel the car roll back slightly. Okay, now press the gas just enough to keep it still."

A few stalls and a couple jerks forward and she had it. Clapping her hands and bouncing up and down, Garrett knew she was proud. He could feel how light she was on him. She felt fantastic. Garrett didn't even question his thoughts anymore. It felt like he was on vacation with the most gorgeous girl that ever lived.

To celebrate her victory, Makayla turned on the radio to an R&B station, cranking it as loud as she could. Singing along, she started shifting her weight around on top of him. Garrett was pretty sure he knew she knew what she was doing. He watched her backside as she slowly started gyrating her hips, her skirt so short it wouldn't even tuck in under her.

He immediately grew full erect as he imagined what was pressing against his crotch. Thin, tight, barely-there panties. And what was behind them was the biggest no-no in the world; his daughter's silky smooth, obviously drenched, teenage pussy.

He watched her tiny waist rotate in stunned silence. Her dance moves mimicked the motions of fucking. He could see the sides of her huge breasts from behind her and thought about how remarkably big they actually were.

He wanted to reach his hands around and firmly squeeze them until she yelped in pain. But he just sat there, not disturbing her motions. Slowly she rotated her firm, round ass on top of him, grinding her little, wet patch into his erection.

Singing and pressing herself into him, Makayla raised her arms high and slowly pulled the hair band from her ponytail. She dug her fingertips into her silky locks and then slowly tossed her hair back and forth. Garrett couldn't take much more of this. This was his daughter, but no man could resist a perfect girl doing this to them. She undulated on top of him, occasionally looking back at him seductively, tossing her hair around, covering part of her face.

He could feel her thin pussy lips parting around his throbbing cock, drenching his pants in his daughter's juices. She held herself between his spread legs with each hand on each of his knees, pressing as hard against his crotch as she could. Garrett felt an enormous rush of cum building up in his huge balls.

Makayla raised her hands in the moment, sensually rocking her pussy back and forth along the length of her daddy's cock, dancing with her arms crossed above her head. Out of desperation, Garrett reached around and slowly laid his palms flat across his daughters' breasts, clamping his fingers tightly around them.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 03



Makayla fell back onto her father's chest in pleasure, moaning lightly into his ear, "Yes Daddy, finally." She continued to grind against his straining hard-on while he explicitly fondled his teenage daughter's firm D-cup breasts.

He looked down her shoulders at her perfect globes pressing together and separating, molding to his will. He gently lowered the straps off of her shoulders, pulling them down until the material started to give to her ripe melons.

Suddenly, Makayla stood up in the seat, holding herself up with the windshield, she slowly lifted the back of her skirt with one hand, holding it up now with both wrists she began seductively peeling her tiny g-string down her smooth, unblemished buttocks. Garrett watched, almost in pain, as his gorgeous daughter tugged her g-string slowly from between her tight, perfectly round ass cheeks. 

With her panties halfway down, she turned in the seat, facing him, looking down into his eyes and innocently said something Garrett would never forget in his life: "Take my panties off for me, Daddy."

Garrett exhaled loudly, hearing his own daughter's soft, angelic voice beckon her daddy to expose her virgin pussy to him.

She bit her lip, knowing how guys love that and smiled as she watched her father's big, strong hands come closer to her. She held each side of her thin, little skirt up and out by her fingertips as if she were about to curtsy. She recalled bowing in front of her father, practicing for her elementary school recitals, in fluffy, lacy dresses. 

"I wonder what he thought of me back then. I wonder if he ever imagined this would happen. I wonder if he knows I've wanted him since I was old enough to know exactly what sex was." 



What Once Was Innocent Ch. 04



Garrett ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, his cock actually jumping at how smooth and tight they were. He lightly slid his middle fingers into each side of the waistband and wrapped the remaining fingers around the thin strap.

He took a mental note of what this looked like; his teenage daughters' panties already lowered to just above her tight little clit. He could see it already perked up through the sheer fabric. The entire area of the actual panty was now completely soaked in her sweet, virgin juices. He could actually see small, clear droplets forcing their way through the tight mesh.

Slowly he peeled her panties down, holding his breath as it proceeded to unveil her most tender, most sacred of places. Garrett had to give the panties a little tug to free them from her smooth, saturated skin, finding they had worked their way deep between her labia.

Makayla watched her fathers' hands slowly pulling her panties down, exposing her untouched pussy. The feeling and the thought of who was doing it made her shiver in ecstasy. She watched her daddy's face as he followed the panties down her silky legs until they collected at her delicate feet.

Garrett stared in awe of his very own teenage daughter's naked pussy above him. He could have looked at the sight all day and marveled in its perfection.

"I'm looking at my gorgeous, young daughter's perfect pussy," he said to himself, reminding him how absolutely special this was. Her smooth, tan skin followed down to the gentle folds of her slit, completely hairless as if it were natural. 

Garrett found himself thinking about how it looked when she was younger, almost exactly the same now, except for her perfectly tanned skin. It was just as satiny smooth as it was back then.

Makayla saw the desperate lust in her father's eyes as he finally worked his eyes up her body and looked deep into her eyes. "You are miraculous," is all he could muster.

Tip-toeing out of the panties, laying between her father's legs, each dainty foot of Makayla's stepped on either side of the seat, forcing his legs between hers.

Slowly, laying her hand on his shoulder for support, she lowered herself onto his lap. Garrett, almost dazed at what was happening, watched her legs spread until he could see her tendons stretching between her upper, inner thighs. Easily her smooth, glistening, vaginal lips parted from the immense wetness.

Only inches away from his hot, engorged cock, Makayla ran a single finger down her bare bikini area, slowly wrapping it around her soft, dripping lips. She immediately closed her eyes from the contact and cooed from the slippery heat. Sliding her finger along her perfection, Garrett tensed his entire body from the sight.

He was actually witnessing his daughter touch herself, intimately. Something he never thought he would ever see. He watched intently as her glossy fingertip disappeared between the luscious folds. She quivered at the slight intrusion, knowing nothing had ever penetrated her.

Garrett almost lost it as he watched his daughter, hovering above him, wiggle her finger inside her vagina and then slip it out. A faint, thin, clear string of nectar stretched from her fingertip to deep inside her young womb.

Makayla saw the hunger in her daddy's eyes, staring at her shining finger. Without questioning, she brought her wet finger up to her father's lips and lightly slipped it into his awaited mouth.

Garrett jerked, then subsided, as he tasted the forbidden juices. He savored the intense sweetness of his young daughter. He sucked feverishly on her tiny finger.

He couldn't recall how long it had been since he had tasted such young pussy, even if it were from a finger and not from the source. He felt maybe this had reached a level they could never recuperate from. He had just tasted his own daughter's sweet pussy juices and found himself instantly addicted.

Makayla smiled, but immediately her lips relaxed and opened slightly. She looked into her father's eyes, in almost a look of horror, wide-eyed and dazed. Garrett took memory to the sight as he watched his daughter's pussy slowly open as it pressed against his pounding dick.

"Oh...my...God", Makayla collapsed on her father's chest, her large breasts squishing against him. Garrett slid his hands up her thighs, cupping her ass lightly enough that her movements made his hands shift across her skin.

He felt a surge of cum force its way to the tip of his throbbing cock. Garrett knew how to control his orgasms. But this experience, this perfection of a woman, this daughter of his was a little too much for his control. He shuddered slightly, hearing his daughter whimper and moan, her sweet breath in his ear as she began grinding her naked tenderness against him.

Garrett never thought he'd ever see action in an automobile again. He hadn't taken such a risk since he was newly married, some twenty years ago. Makayla raised up, arching her back against the steering wheel. He watched her thin, curvy body gyrate above him.

Makayla returned to the deed that her father was attempting before she turned to face him. Slowly, she peeled the top of her shirt down, exposing her glorious breasts to her daddy for the first time since they had developed into the jaw droppers they had become.

And sure enough, her father's jaw did just that.

"Oh...I never would've...", Garrett's voice trailed off. He quickly accessed his mental database of the breasts he had seen in his lifetime--in person. Nope, none had come close to this perfection.

With a mind of their own, his hands guided themselves to her perky boobs, laying his palms on her pointy, excited nipples. Makayla thrust fiercely against his dripping hardness as she processed that it was her daddy's hands on her naked tits.

He sat tense, but dazed, admiring the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen in his life. Perfectly round, with just a slight tear drop, making the tops of her breasts a little concave, until the small, almost unnaturally smooth, light pink nipples forced the bottom of her breasts into a firm curve downward. They could have been mistaken for implants--unearthly perfection.

He noticed they did not hang at all. He could actually see the small, tight curve from the very bottom of her breasts to her intersecting rib cage. Garrett found all of this too much.

Makayla's fingertips sent a rush of excitement through her father's body as he felt them franticly finding the zipper of his thin dress slacks. Slowly unzipping them, he felt her soft, small hand wrap around his pulsing cock. Just the contact sent a wave of lust over him as he fought to keep himself from exploding. Slowly, Garrett felt the hot wetness of his daughter's pussy lips as they eased down on to the underside of his straining penis. He felt them lightly spread from the resistance.

He looked up at his daughter to tell her they must not let this go any further, but apparently fate thought of it first. With a look of real horror in her eyes, Makayla's face started to become illuminated. Garrett knew, from his teenage years, this meant only one thing.

Quickly, Garrett shoved his daughter into the passenger seat, giving her no time to react. He started the car, plunged his foot deep into the clutch, shifted into first and punched the gas pedal. Looking into the rear-view mirror he caught a glance at the fast approaching car.

"Please don't let that be what I think it is," he silently pleaded. Turning sharply onto the overpass, the car fish-tailed. Smoke filled the cabin as the tires screeched from the unleashed horsepower. Makayla hurried to put her seat belt on, her breasts still exposed, firmly jiggling from the reacting suspension. Garrett knew this road better then he assumed the possible police officer did.

Garrett was surprised at how quickly the car roared to eighty-five miles per hour, and how nimbly it hugged the curves at slightly less. He straightened every curve, smoothly swerving from one lane to the next. He knew no one ever traveled this road, except early morning farm tractors and the occasional resident. None of which lived within three miles of there.

Once again, the car surprised him as he down-shifted and pressed the brake. He knew a small horse-field road, tucked back through large, sprawling hard woods directly ahead. Carefully slowing down to make sure he didn't raise a dust cloud, Garrett pulled deep into the thickness of the trees.

They both sat, listening over their hearts pounding from the excitement. A faint whine came from the distance. In no time, the police cruiser rocketed past them, siren blazing. All they could see were blue beacons illuminating wildly through the gnarly tree branches.

Collecting their breaths, Makayla spoke first.

"Why didn't you just take me here? Looks a little less inhabited."

"Well, I can't say I actually expected this to happened between us. And if we had come here, who knows what would have happened." Garrett imagined the possibilities.

"Then you really could have taught me how to drive a stick," she smiled thinking how easy it was to go back to her flirtatious comments. She looked down at her father's flaccid penis. She leaned over and tenderly tucked his penis back into his pants and carefully zipped them up.

Looking deep into her father's eyes Makayla asked calmly, "Daddy, do you think you regret what's happened?"

Garrett knew the question would come up eventually. He leaned closer to her and softly said, "Honey I never, in a million years, would have expected to have such an intimate moment with such an unbelievably gorgeous young woman. I never would have thought I'd be so deeply attracted to my own daughter the way I am with you. I know there has never been a creature on this Earth as beautiful as you."

Makayla turned to her father's face and both of them softly kissed. Garrett felt her full, soft lips slowly open and he knew her feelings for him were not just in the heat of the moment.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you more then you could ever know, Kayla". Garrett's eyes began to tear up. "I think we should be getting back. It's getting late."

"Yeah. I bet mom is worried," Makayla knew she had just opened up a thought she didn't want to think about. Garrett cringed.

"Honey, you can never speak of this to your mother, or anyone else for that matter."

Makayla knew her father was now worrying, letting the event torment his thoughts. "What happened tonight will be forever be between you and me only. When things happen between you and I, they will stay between you and I."

"Are you saying 'things' will happen in the future?" Garretts' mind already flooding with images.

"Let's go home, Daddy," Makayla smirked.

"Okay, you drive." Garrett opened the door and held it for his daughter to step in. Her small panties still lay on the driver,s seat; a reminder of the reality of what had just unfolded between them both. Makayla remembered her earlier thought of the next appropriate time she could bend over for her father. That thought seemed so long ago.

Slowly she bent over the seat to retrieve the still damp panties. Garrett could see her small, round buttocks reveal themselves from her tiny skirt. The entry lamp on the door illuminated her precious, bare pussy to her father, for what seemed, the last time. He could still see the glistening wetness pressed tightly together from her thighs.

His daughter rose, turned to her father letting the panties delicately hang from her fingertips.

"These are for you, Daddy. You can look at them whenever you want to remember the day you made your little girl feel like the most beautiful, most important woman alive. And, yes, it was the sweetest birthday I could ever have imagined." She smiled, tucking her panties into his front pocket and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered in his ear. She looked down at the line of darkened fabric on his crotch, "Maybe those will be aired out by the time we get home."

Garrett looked down at the obvious display of his daughter's affection. The endless purging of his precum and her passionate juices covered the front of his pants. He just stared and smiled, not believing what had happened.

Garrett sat proudly in the passenger's seat as his daughter had obviously learned the in's and out's of the cars' transmission. Moving his tongue around in his mouth, he could still taste his daughter's sweet, virgin juices. The best gift he had ever received.

He gazed in the full moonlight at her thin skirt, flowing in the breeze, and the smooth perfection of his teenage daughter's pussy, innocently teasing him from underneath.



What Once Was Innocent Ch. 05



*Note: I have requests to hurry and finish the story. I enjoy the build-up of writing these. If I wanted to write a short one, I wouldn't be able to encompass all the details I like to include so much. As I said at the beginning of Chapter One, if you don't have the time to invest in this, go to another story. Most chapters will come whenever they get approved.

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Garrett's recollections often distracted him from his work. He sat at his desk, motionless, in a daze that wouldn't break until...

"Knock, knock," a silky-smooth voice came from beyond the door and, in, popped the head of Natalie, his receptionist. He watched her walk across the front of his desk.

"Mr. Conner, here are the fax returns you asked me to get for you."

"Thank you, Natalie. Just lay them there on the desk."

If Garrett wasn't a married man, Natalie would certainly be at his full attention, even though she was only a few years older then his daughter. He knew when he hired her it would be difficult to keep his mind from straying. He didn't hire her based on her looks, though that was a very nice by-product. She had plenty of motivation and he could tell she would be a very successful business woman when she graduated college.

Rebecca had told him not to hire her--that she was nothing but trouble. Garrett assumed she felt threatened, as she always did when he came into contact with beautiful members of the opposite sex. His wife had never realized how gorgeous she truly was, or at least she put up a grand front. She didn't talk to him for a month after he hired Natalie, and even after that, for years, she accused him of flirting with her when she had no proof. She constantly accused him of fooling around when he came home even the slightest bit late.

But she had reason to be jealous. Natalie was break-taking. She had dark brown, almost black, short hair, cropped neatly to frame her small, round face. Little points of it would dance about her face as she moved. She was almost intimidatingly tall, coming close to the height of Garrett. He figured she must be at least five-foot-ten. He loved her hair cut short, though he preferred long hair. Something about it was cute, yet sexy and completely different. Plus, he could see her incredibly gorgeous neck. She always seemed to stay tan. He thought maybe it was her complexion or she kept herself up well. He liked her dark brown eyes. They seemed to shine in even the dimmest lighting and had the look of a cat; aggressive and sly. They were almost always donned with square-framed, black-rimmed eyeglasses. Her jaw line was very distinct, with gorgeous lips that always stayed perfectly saturated with the newest shade of lipstick. Today was a darker red which made them pop with her complexion and hair color.

Garrett always noticed her delicate fingers since he was always looking at what she was laying on his desk. Thin, soft fingers, Garrett never saw them without perfect polish on her nails.

"Anything else, Mr. Conner?" Garrett found himself looking at her nails. He quickly followed her nails up to her face and smiled.

"I think that will do it for a while, Natalie. Thank you."

"Well, actually, Mr. Conner, there is one thing here I want you to see." Natalie pointed her finger down to the thin stack of faxes.

Garrett always seemed to take every little statement as sexual innuendos, it seemed. "Yeah, I'm sure there is something you want to show me," he thought.

"This quote doesn't seem to match up to the quote we received yesterday."

"Where is that quote," Garrett questioned. He slowly peered up, noticing Natalie completely bent over the front of his desk, still pointing to the quote after he had pull it in closer to see. He quickly caught a brief glimpse of her cleavage, pressed together by her arms, leaning over with her elbows on his desk. They looked miraculous, as they always did. She always wore very professional attire, but seemed to forget a few buttons on the tops or they simply plunged deep between her fabulous, young breasts. She knew she had a fabulous rack. Today she wore a thin, cow-necked sweater, which drooped considerably low on her chest. The folds of the sweater neck swayed back and forth as she adjusted her weight from one elbow to the other. Garrett could make out the front of her bra. Black lace. Garrett felt it coming on; that school boy desire burning hotter in his slacks. Quickly, he peered into her eyes acting as serious as he could.

"It's on my desk. I'll go get it"

Garrett watched her walk out of his door. Her office adjoined his, so that her desk faced directly into his office if his door wasn't shut. He had set the furniture up himself years before Natalie came on board. Her computer screen usually hid her face, unless she was telling him something on-the-fly or she just repositioned herself another way. Garrett felt like such a pervert sometimes. He could catch a peek of her panties every now and then, from under her glass desk. Many times he found himself in one of his trances, gazing at her incredibly long legs, always a sexy sheen running down them. He hated it when she wore pants.

Natalie leaned over the front of her desk to retrieve the questionable fax. He watched her feverishly flipping through stacks of papers. He followed her black, patent leather heels up the backs of her legs. "My God, those legs," he muttered quietly. He loved the backs of women's knees and found himself visualizing walking in and kneeling behind her and slowly licking and kissing them. He continued upward, admiring the silky, sheer black stockings tightly stretched around her thighs, until he came to the thin, black lace tops of the thigh highs.

"Oh.....my.....God," he muttered again. Garrett fell weak at the sight of a woman in stockings. Either thigh highs or knee highs, Garrett loved the way they framed the rest of a woman's body when naked. Thigh highs almost seemed to guide a mans focus directly to where it wanted to go, quickly. He intently stared at her lovely, long legs. She bent over further at times to reach things on the other side of her desk and Garrett watched every move. Her skirt lifted higher as she strained for another stack of papers. Garrett, awestruck, saw the thin, black garter clasps pulling on the stockings, the straps of the garter disappearing under her skirt.

He noticed her stand upright and quickly diverted his stare, peering back down at the fax in question.

"Here you are Mr. Conner." She laid the previous quote down beside the other fax, making sure each page was perfectly aligned with each other--edge to edge. He watched her slender finger sliding along the pages with a slow, seductive movement. "It's been too long," Garrett said to himself, finding the movement of her finger to be totally erotic to him. "I have got to get laid."

Of course that meant with his wife, which was going to be almost impossible with the problems they were going through.

"If you'll look here, these numbers don't match up." Natalie guided his eyes with her french manicured nail. Again, Garrett noticed the neck of her sweater hanging almost beside the pages. It lightly swayed, occasionally touching the desk. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see her fabulous cleavage once again. The neck of the sweater plunged so far down, and with her leaning, he could see almost all the way down her stomach. His pants began to tighten. Good thing his desk wasn't glass. He found himself searching for any possible way to keep the discussion from ending. He grabbed his calculator out of one of the desk drawers.

"Here, find out what the difference is between the first and second quote, jot it down and then compare both of these quotes with the others we received today." Natalie rose to leave his office. Without thinking, Garrett grabbed Natalie's hand.

"Well you can do it here, I'm interested to know what we're dealing with." Natalie slid the calculator closer to her, lining it up directly with the neck of her sweater. If Garrett knew any better, it was on purpose. As usual, he questioned if it was intentional or not. He knew he could never cross a line in the work place. It could be the end of his career. He watched her fingertips slowly pressing each number, but indulged on this perfect opportunity to check her out again. This time, in undisturbed detail. He took in every nuance of her partially exposed breasts. The way they seemed to kiss each other, softly pressed together. He wondered if they sat that perky without the bra, or if they swayed apart when they were released from it. It seemed to be only a wire and lace; no padding, no nothing. Simple and sexy.

Garrett looked at himself in his full length mirror he used every day to check himself before going out for business calls, lunch, et cetera. It stood on the opposite wall, in front of his desk, the large beveled glass leaning up against the wall, sitting on industrial casters. Garrett's face showed intense surprise. In full view, from head to toe, the entire back side of Natalie's form reflected in the mirror. The angle of the mirror, resting against the wall, gently guided his focus up the backs of Natalie's shapely, long legs. And there they were, the lacy tops of the stockings, the clasps tugging tightly to them, the straps digging into her tone, upper thighs. Garrett could barely make out the thin, black lace of the garter belt. He had never noticed the position of the mirror and its revelations to his yearning perversions before. Natalie usually never stayed in his office long enough for him to realize the benefits of the haphazardly positioned mirror. It simply sat there for him to tidy himself, before stepping out of the door. He chastised himself for letting almost a full year of this opportunity slip by, unnoticed. 

He watched her constantly shifting her weight, from one leg to the next as she tallied the results and inked the findings on a small sheet of paper. Garrett shifted himself in his chair, moving forward, appearing to look at her upcoming results. He hoped the higher position would manipulate the mirror pitch just enough. Her legs looked absolutely ravishing, tightly pressed together, one slightly bent, the other flexing, taught and straight. Her skirt was very tight, the fabric stretching from her bent position. The black, shimmery material seemed to enhance every feature of her ample buttocks, stretching tight across the valley created by those round, plump cheeks. The skirt inched up ever so slowly, with every shift of her weight, the hem curling out ward slightly. Garrett could now see a great deal of the garter belt. The contrast of the black stockings and skirt with her tanned, exposed upper thighs, gave Garrett a chill. He inhaled loudly.

"Are you cold?" Natalie diverted her eyes up from the desk to Garrett's face. His eyes quickly darted to hers, hoping he hadn't given away his new-found prized possession.

"Um, no, I just got a chill. You almost done?"

"Just about. Sorry this is taking so long."

"You're fine." Garrett waiting impatiently for his next chance to enjoy this moment. "Have I become a dirty old man," he questioned himself.

"Okay, I'm finished." Natalie turned the findings around for him to view. Garrett leaned in for the verdict, finding himself very close to the proximity of Natalie's breasts and face. He inhaled fully. God, she smelled good.

"See here, the differences are only a few hundred dollars, but both quotes from Evans are still lower then all three of the other quotes.," she said. Garrett peered sternly at the figures.

As she explained the different benefits from each individual quote, her position had apparently started to wear on her. She lowered her stomach onto the desk for a little more support, her back wildly arched, leaving her shoulders and ass at full attention. Garrett stole a look into the mirror. The drastic curve of her back demanded her legs to straighten even more, until the backs of her knees locked outward slightly. Garrett paid close attention not to make any noticeable motions or noises as he stared at her newly adjusted skirt level. He felt his desperate erection tense against his fitting dress slacks as Natalie's skirt had strained itself all it could. Slowly it began to give way to the stress. As she droned on about things he could care less about at this moment, the immediacy of this unveiling took precedence. Even the close proximity of her wonderful breasts and sweet, whispy voice in his ear melted into the background.

The contrasting lines of the garter belt became more and more apparent as her skirt silently gave way to the crease at the base of her firm buttocks. A thin, perfectly curved shadow was the only indication that what he was now seeing was the emergence of her buttocks. His eyes quickly focused between the ever-growing vision of the tan flesh of her ass. "Sweet Lord in Heaven," Garrett thought as his eyes penetrated her lusty thighs. His stiffened cock almost buckled under the resistance of his pants. This girl went all out. Everything about her presence was flawless. She left no detail untouched.

There, pressing desperately between the strain of her tightly closed legs, her delicious panty-clad pussy puckered out, looking as if it were fighting for air, from the strong confines of those tightly closed legs. Matching black, lace panties stretched tightly over the sweetly bulging mound of her prissy little treasure. He could easily make out her thin slit amidst the swirling, flowery patterns of the lace. The strain of the panties, trying as best they could to hold her in, actually pressed so hard against her, Garrett could see her young pussy lips opened slightly. They lay firmly apart, the shiny little nub of her clit crowning the top. Garrett almost lost his calm demeanor noticing how her darker complexion was a vastly different shade then the vibrant peach color of her gently spread pussy, making it very easy to differentiate what was what. Garrett had never seen a pussy that color before. Something seemed to shine, even though partially under the shadow of her skirt. Was that a piercing?

"If that makes any sense, Mr Conner." Natalie realized he was zoning out. Garrett looked down at the paper, then back up at her, hurriedly trying to find a response that seemed relevant to what she had been saying. He watched her lightly bite on the pen she had been using, waiting on and answer. He took on an 'I'm thinking' expression to buy a few seconds of time. Instinctively his eyes followed her hand as she rudely tugged at her skirt, bringing it back down to its originally tight as a drum position. Garrett fought himself to not look into the mirror, which would completely give him away.

"Maybe you should call them back and find out which one is correct. It looks like they've increased it." Garrett looked up into Natalie's eyes for confirmation. He felt a spark. Natalie looked at him, but said nothing. There was a short silence that wasn't at all uncomfortable. He watched her lips turn at the corners, in an attempt to smile at him. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She licked her lips. Garrett quickly regained his professional composure.

"If you'll handle that and take my calls until lunch, Natalie."

"Sure thing, Mr. Conner. I'll let you know what they say." Natalie rose, pulling her skirt lower.

Garrett looked out of the corner of his eye as she turned to the mirror to quickly primp. He saw her eyes turn to meet his as his composure failed him. She smiled and quickly left his office.

He waited until she had settled herself into her duties and peeked into her office. He watched her one visible arm bent on the desk, followed it up and could barely make out the end of a pen she was nibbling on. He searched under her neat desk, finding her leaning to one side, her legs crossed. Her dark skirt tightly hugged the curve of her hip, the slit in the skirt spread wide, exposing the top of her stocking, the garter strap and a good three inches of her soft, light bronze thigh.

"Good Heavens, Garrett, pull it together," he muttered under his breath. Garrett wasn't in a slump, sexually. He was in a depression. And every tiny thing seemed to set his cravings on fire. Garrett washed his thoughts and began doing some actual work.

"You have an invitation to view daddysgirl18's webcam. Would you like to view?" The computer blinking the message and sounding a louder-then-wanted ding. Garrett's heart dropped. Natalie's face popped from behind her screen from the stark sound.

Garrett clicked the okay button, knowing who it was. He felt oddly guilty, even though he was, in fact, the boss. He knew Natalie knew what that sound meant. He left the door open to make it seem as innocent as he could.

The small, black box appeared in the top, left corner, immediately growing in size from the high-quality webcam he had bought his daughter to take to college, so he could see her. The image of his bedroom flickered in the box. It caught him a little off guard, assuming it would be Makayla's bedroom or at least the living room. No one was in the room.

Apparently, Makayla had laid her laptop on the bed. The comforter took up almost half of the bottom of the screen, and above, he could see the doorway into the living room. He noticed movement in the distance and watched his daughter's sultry, curvy body coming closer. She had on exactly what she was wearing when he kissed her goodbye for the day; a tight, white ribbed tank top (otherwise known as a 'wife beater'), a thin, light blue pair of boyshort panties, sheer, of course, and a pair of white soccer socks. The tops stopped at the bottom of her knee, with three bold light blue stripes around them. He watched her stand in the doorway. He assumed she was watching television from the living room. Her tight top teased above her midriff, showing lots of that fabulously tight, flat tummy. She turned to look back into the kitchen and he smiled in sexual lust at the thin, line in the panties that ran up the crack of her ass. Obviously it was some kind of elastic that clung tight, and made the panties look as if they were painted on. She slowly pranced into the bedroom and a look of surprise filled her face. She bounced on the bed, making the webcam shake wildly.

"Hi my Daddy!" She typed as she adjusted the webcam to get most of her in view. She laid on her stomach, her sweet, little ass in view, her legs together, knees bent and feet dangling about. Those big, perky tits filled the entire front of her top and laid lightly on the bed. He could see her perfect, darker nipples poking through the top. It was so tight, her breasts looked as if they might actually rip the front of it open.

"Hey, sweetheart. I thought you were going to go see Amber?" Garrett quickly typed the response.

"I was, but she said she'd rather come here and hang out with me. We might go to watch a movie or something. How is your day? I hope my letter really did put a smile on your face."

"It sure did honey. You're about the only sure thing I have anymore." Garrett winced at the thought of his wife. He didn't know how much of this he could take anymore. Her refusal to think of any one but herself, her constant accusations of his infidelity, knowing full well she was just as responsible as he was for their lack of intimacy.

"Oh daddy, I love you. I do fear about you and mom. She really has no clue what she has. Amber told me to tell you hi."

Garrett laughed at her randomness and typed back, "I love you more then anything, gorgeous. Your mother and I will be fine, we're just going through one of those difficult times in our lives. And tell Amber happy fourteenth birthday. lol."

"Ha! Daddy you should really lighten up on her. I think she takes that seriously. She'll be coming to my school in the fall and she just graduated high school. Plus, I think you like the thought of her looking like she's thirteen." She shrugged off answering the part about her father and mother's problems, knowing he always covered up how bad it really was.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 05



"Okay, honey, I'll lay off. It's not a bad thing that she looks so young. And I'm not going to respond to the comment about liking her looking like she's thirteen." Garrett's penis thickened from seeing his young daughter sprawled out on his bed.

"Why Daddy? Does the thought of fucking a sweet, innocent, tight thirteen year old girl not turn you on?" She obviously enjoyed exciting him.

"No comment. How about we change the subject? And watch you mouth, young lady!" Garrett loved hearing that word come from his daughter's lips, but still, he had to act like a responsible father.

"Daddy, I think the days of me holding my tongue are way past us. You know you like me talking to you like this. And I like turning you on."

"I think you've always liked teasing me, but your father can't take this right now. Let's just say it's been a very long time and leave it at that. We both know we haven't been very good at holding our tongues, since your birthday." Garrett knew how to throw in an innuendo under the radar and his daughter was smart enough to pick up on it.

"Mmmmm, yeah I know, Daddy. I'm glad we've decided not to hold our tongues anymore. God knows you do wonders with yours! Do you like my tongue, Daddy?" Makayla licked her lips slowly, then stuck her tongue out and smiled.

"Your tongues not so bad itself and yes I like it. But I told you, I can't take this right now."

"It must be hard to be in a loveless, sexless marriage when you know, full well, you could fuck any woman, or girl you came in contact with." Makayla visually laughed on the screen, knowing she hit his weak spot.

"No, I don't think that I could fuck any one I want. And though, my marriage is sexless, at the moment, I love your mother very much."

"Dad, I see women look you up and down all the time. I see them make comments to their girlfriends and I've already told you quite a few of my friends want a piece of you. You are incredibly sexy. So sexy your own daughter wants to fuck your brains out! And I'm sure that little tart you hired wants to fuck you too." Makayla sat up on his bed, on her knees, spread wide and waited for his reply.

Even though this sort of talk had gone on for almost a year, Garrett's eyes closed from the unbelievably sexy fact that his daughter just said she would fuck his brains out. They had teased, and they had went further, but he still considered her declarations of sexual desire for him as nothing more then teasing. But on occasion, it did seem more.

"So what if women look, it doesn't mean they want me. And your friends are all horny little teenage girls. You, on the other hand, are a mystery to me. I can't even think of one good reason you would want your old, decrepit father. And as far as Natalie is concerned, I don't think she wants me and it's probably best that we don't...."

Natalie appeared in front of Garrett's desk from out of nowhere. He hadn't been paying attention to her office. He was fixed on his daughter's half naked body too intensely.

"Here are the figures from the Evans quote. They said that they will honor the lower quote, but there's a few things you should look at first. Natalie began walking around Garrett's desk.

While she was talking, Garrett had frantically minimized the webcam and messenger windows praying that she wouldn't notice anything. She worked her way around his desk and bent over, holding the papers in front of him. He could smell how unbelievably sweet she smelled. The neck of her sweater hung down and lightly tickled the hairs on his arms. He still had a raging hard-on that he fought to subside. He glanced at the paper, noticing the neck of the sweater hung so far out, he could almost see her entire breast. The demi cup bra hugged the underside of her soft round breast, the rest completely uncovered, her exposed nipple looked so exquisite.

"The quote is, in fact lower, but the offer from Brantley and Associates has a few lesser restrictions. She held the papers side by side, noticing the lump laying on his right thigh. He shuddered at her soft whisper in his ear.

"See here." She whispered lightly pointing to the line she was referring to with the other paper edge, using them to disguise her view of his semi-erect penis. The 's' in 'see' sent chills down his spine.

"Those are valuable points, Natalie. Leave them here and I'll look over them after lunch." Garrett was trying to get her out of his office as quickly as possible, when just an hour ago he was trying to make her stay.

"Would you like me to get you something while I'm out?" She questioned. She stood waiting for a response. "I don't mind at all. Mr. Conner you have an instant message alerting you."

Garrett froze. He wasn't easily caught off guard but now he couldn't seem to recover.

"It's my, ummm, it's my daughter. She's home from school and we chat here occasionally."

"Oh, I haven't talked to her in forever! She was two years behind me in high school. If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Conner, you're daughter is gorgeous."

"Thank you very much, and no I don't mind a bit. I had forgotten you two went to the same school. I always seem to think you're a good bit older then her."

"Mind if I say hi to her before I leave?"

Garrett didn't want to tell her no. He couldn't. But he knew he couldn't imagine what the reply was on the other end of that blinking icon.

"Umm, sure. I guess." Garrett was caught. He had to think fast. As soon as he brought the message back up he quickly erased what he had tried to type, while she laid the papers in front of him. She stood up too quickly for him to close the message window in time. She leaned in close to him, her leg pressed against his and began to type.

"Hi, Makayla, it's Natalie. Your dad said you were in college now." She pressed enter and waited for a reply. She began reading the conversation that was left over before she came in to his office. All that showed up was "...ghter wants to fuck your brains out! And I'm sure that little tart you hired wants to fuck you too." Then, "Daddy, are you there?" Garretts face flushed. He slid his hands under Natalie's, making her move them and quickly typed a period and return, twice, to replace the top two lines. "God, please don't let her have read that," Garrett thought to himself.

"Hey Natalie! It's been a long time! Yeah I will be a sophomore this next year and it's going great. How is the community college?" Makayla obviously meant that as offensively as she could.

Natalie lowered her hands onto the keyboard, only a few inches from Garrett's crotch. He tensed, still wondering what all she had read. The palm of her hand lay on the edge of the keyboard tray. If Garrett moved forward, even a fraction of an inch, she would touching him. The roundness of her breast pressed tightly against the thin, satin of her top and dangled only a foot away from Garrett's face. This made him tingle all over and slowly made his sensitive cock begin to grow again. He thought about backing away, but then it would be even more apparent and she would have more control over the hidden box his daughter was now doing God knows what inside it.

"Oh it's great. I love all of my classes and this coming year I'll be going to State to finish up."

"So you're staying in town? Does that mean you're going to keep working for my Dad?"

"Yeah, I like it here. I'm learning a lot and he pays me well."

"Well you take good care of him. He needs some one to help him out. Where is he by the way?"

"He's right here. I just thought I'd pop in and say hi. I'll try my best to help him with whatever he needs." Natalie realized at the top of the message window, in small letters, it said, "You are viewing daddysgirl18's webcam. Cancel by clicking here."

"Oh, she's on her webcam? I bet she's changed so much. Care if I see?" Natalie looked at Garrett for his acceptance. He knew even if his daughter was behaving herself, she was still half naked.

"Sure, tell her you want to, it might be turned off." He hoped that might at least alert Makayla.

"Do you mind if I see you on cam?"

"Sure, but I haven't gotten ready today." Natalie clicked the webcam icon and the minimized webcam box came up on the screen.

"Wow," Natalie exclaimed out loud. "Mr. Conner, I knew your daughter was gorgeous but my God she has a hot little body!" Garrett only smiled as Natalie didn't take her eyes off the screen. Makayla was kneeling on the bed, her legs together. Natalie had a twitch of wonder as to why her boss was watching his daughter on her webcam in such skimpy clothes.

"You look great, Makayla! I see you never gained the freshmen fifteen. I think I have those same exact panties. Victoria's Secret?" Natalie's palm slid a little off the keyboard, lightly touching Garrett's thickened cock, waiting for a reply. Makayla, instinctively, looked down at her panties, seeming to forget which pair she had on. She slid her thumb into the center of the waistband and pulled the tight material away from her body, obviously showing off in jealousy. A small bit of her hairless pubic area came into view as she let the waistband snap back.

"Yeah, I think so. I can't see the label."

"Well, they look sexy on you, girl! I can see those big boobs of yours still look amazing. I gotta go grab some lunch, so maybe we can chat later or something. Nice talking to you!" Natalie let her fingers relax off of the keyboard and gingerly raked her hand across Garrett's engorged dick. It was so light, she thought maybe he wouldn't feel it.

"Well, I'm off to lunch, You sure you don't want me to pick you up something." Natalie looked at him, void of any emotion.

"No, I'm good. I might go home for lunch, but thanks for the offer."

Natalie looked up at the screen to see Makayla squeeze her tits together with her forearms, completely showing off. The message window popped up, "Thank you. Nice talking to you too!" 

Natalie turned and swayed her ass a little more then normal as she left his office. He watched her walk to her desk and bend over completely to retrieve her pocketbook, lying beside her desk. Her skirt immediately rose high enough to show anyone behind her, her long, sexy legs and black lace garter belt. That anyone was Garrett. Just a hint of those tight, lace panties peeked out between her legs.

Garrett returned to his sexy, little daughter. "What am I doing? Why kind of a father is sexually attracted to his daughter?" He wondered if many dads with undeniably gorgeous daughters felt the same way.

"Okay, honey, I'm back," Garrett typed, noticing Makayla wasn't looking at the screen. She casually look over at the screen after a few moments.

"Is she still there, Daddy? She's probably giving you a blow job right now, isn't she? Oh God don't tell me!"

"No, honey. She's gone to lunch."

"Then she already sucked your dick? What is she wearing today? She's such a slut."

"Sweetie. She hasn't sucked my dick, so just just calm down. And she's not a slut. At least I don't think."

"Dad, she is! She fucked so many guys in high school, no one can even count! And only five of them were even in high school! She fucked a ton of college guys and everyone says she's fucked a bunch of older guys. God knows how many people she's fucked in college! AND, she's been with, like, eight girls! Dad, she's a slut. Just face it, you hired a slut."

The last confession floored Garrett. He had never seen two girls go at it, in person. It was something that he secretly desired for as long as he could remember. He instantly imagined watching two beautiful girls kissing and lapping each others' pussies. He had so many scenarios including him and two girls, hidden in his mind, that begged to be unleashed. He knew it was a fantasy. His wife would never go for it. She was too self-conscious of herself to let another attractive woman into the picture.

"Honey, don't you think that's just speculation? People say some nasty things about other people in high school. Especially girls."

"No dad, it's completely true. I mean I don't know about all of them, but I do know enough to know it's most likely true."

"Girls, huh?" Garrett's interest had been peaked.

"Yes, Dad. Lots of girls. A couple older girls, but mostly all high school girls. I know a few of them, so I KNOW that is true."

"My, my, my," is all Garrett could answer to that.

"All young, sweet, tiny little girls, Daddy. Licking each others tender, innocent little pussies." Makayla visually smiled again, knowing what she was doing.

"My God, Makayla, stop it!" Garrett's mind swam at the thought.

"What, Daddy? You don't like that? Two perky teenage girls, naked together, tasting each others juices?" Makayla's head flew backwards in a fit of laughter. Garrett watched her unsupported tits bounce and sway, undulating from the drastic movements.

"Of course I like that! What normal guy wouldn't? But I told you, This is too much for me."

"Why don't you just go masturbate, Daddy? Since 'The Slut' is gone, why don't you just whip it out right there and let your baby girl get you off." She started moving side-to-side, then thrusted her hips like she was on top of someone, fucking.

Now Garrett liked the sound of that. Makayla knew exactly how to talk to her father. She knew how to use just the right words to set him off. Even when she called him Daddy, it didn't sound the way it used to. It sounded like all those girls in the past that called him that name. It sounded like his wife, screaming it out in ecstasy, when they would role play, years ago. It sounded sexy. The most erotic word he ever heard. Even back then, it was incredibly hot, but now it took on a whole knew meaning. The word was actually being said by his actual daughter, and not in an innocent way. His daughter meant it lustfully and she knew it rendered him speechless.

"What if you saw me and another girl having sex, Daddy? Would you be upset? Would you like it? Seeing your precious little angel lapping at another girl's pussy like a sweet, little kitty?" She teased at her top, bringing it higher up her stomach, bringing it back down. She flicked her tongue back and forth, pretending as if she were doing the act. Garrett's excitement grew.

"Well right now it sounds incredible! But I'm also horny as hell! I don't think I would be upset. I've heard girls do that quite randomly now. Is that something you've already experimented with?" Garrett really couldn't decide which answer he would prefer.

"Maybe!" Makayla smiled guiltily.

"I think this is something you can't say maybe to. It's either a yes or no answer."

"Okay, yes Daddy, I've done some things with a few girls. But it's no big deal. Are you mad at me?"

Garrett's indulgence of the thought completely ceased his function to think of it as right or wrong. All he typed was, "What have you done with them?"

"Daddy, are you getting turned on about this? If you want, when you get home I can whisper it in your ear in my room. I'll just tell you now that I've kissed a lot of girls."

"Well I assumed that! You do remember I've watched you kiss your roommate and some of your college friends on your webcam."

"Daddy, were you in the room when Natalie was talking to me? She said I have wonderful boobs." Makayla looked down, firmly squeezing them together then letting them drop.

"Yes, I read that. And she's right, you have perfect breasts. But you already know that, don't you?" Garrett watched numbly as she squeezed her huge tits in the palm of her hands.

She pinched the bottom of the tight top, on each side, between her index fingers and thumbs and slowly pulled it up. He gasped as the bottom of her perfect globes appeared. The shirt clung tightly to her breasts, to the point it was lifting them up. Slowly the top rose, more and more of his daughter's breasts came into view. Her small, pink nipples emerged tight and swollen. Her arms lifted higher above her peeling the top up. It's tight grasp on those marvelous orbs immediately gave way, releasing her breasts. They sprang forth, shaking wildly, swaying back and forth until they stopped, perky and close together. She looked down at them, began pinching her nipples and massaging them seductively. She lifted one breast high, fingering a lock of hair behind her ear for a better view, she looked directly into the webcam as her tongue lightly flicked across her excited nipple. Garrett stared intently as she slowly wrapped her luscious lips around the erect peak and gently began to suck.

"Mother fucker!" Garrett's silence broke as he cursed out loud from the sight. She leaned over, her tits dangling tight to her body, filling the entire window box.

"Yeah, I know. They are pretty amazing huh?" She slid her fingers across them, then dug in with her fingernails and scratched them all the way back down. She shook slowly, back and forth, letting them sway for her father. My God, they were so big to be that perky.

"Makayla, you have no idea what you're doing to me." Garrett typed in utter bewilderment watching his daughter fondle her prized possessions.

"You got that cock out, yet, Daddy? I want you to stroke it while you watch your little girl fuck herself for you." Makayla had immediately turned around and bent over on the bed, nothing but her feet and perked up ass in view.

Garrett looked about through the offices and then slowly unzipped his dress pants. He couldn't believe he was about to masturbate to his horny daughter on her webcam, but it had happened before. He slithered out his throbbing, hard cock from the satiny slacks. He rarely wore underwear, finding them too confining.

Makayla's slender fingers began to part her tightly closed legs. She traced the visible line of her pussy with a single finger. The panties held back nothing to the imagination. She pressed her finger hard into the center of the panties and worked her way to her clit, gently massaging it. Garrett saw her body tremble as she quickly hit the sensitive spot. Her body began to rock back and forth like a tidal wave.

Garrett began slowly working his strong hand up and down the soft, rippled skin of his penis, very lightly. With so much visual stimuli he had had today, he didn't won't to explode too soon.

Makayla's thin fingers slid under the waistband of her panties, slowly bringing them down lower on her ass. Her tight, smooth mound of pussy pressed out from her tight legs, almost coming through the window on the screen. Her lips practically dripped in juices, making Garrett jerk uncontrollably. Her ass was so perfect, a nice, firm, little bubble, resembling an upside-down heart shape.

The thin, blue panties stretched across the middle of her thighs, looking as if she didn't want to bother taking the time to take them all the way off, just far enough down to get fucked real good. They actually looked almost innocent there. Like she had fell asleep and they had worked their way down, unveiling her relaxed little flower bud. Her hand slowly slipped around one of her buttocks until her fingertips grazed her newly-found nakedness. She peeled back her labia, slowly opening herself to his gaze. Garrett hadn't seen this but on one other occasion, but it didn't seem like anything his daughter did ever got remotely old. The taboo was there no matter what, and that's what made it so damn sexy. He was looking directly into his teenage daughter's pussy. Perfectly pink and shiny with ever-growing wetness, she slowly began dragging her fingertip lightly inside. Her other hand soon followed the first one, around her ass and together each single index finger gently spread her pussy lips as far apart as she could. Which wasn't far. Garrett loved her thin, little, barely-there lips.

Garrett almost lost his load as she backed up closer to the camera lens. For the second time, Garrett was intimately looking at something very few men ever get to see in there lives. Only a short distance inside her, he saw her thin, almost transparent hymen. He had really inspected it once before, while visiting her at college. Just the sight, the implication of it, had him completely letting go of his cock. He could see it pump in rhythm as it tried hard to release itself. He watched the clear, sweet drop of precum trickle down the underside of it. She held herself open for quite a while, knowing the hold it had on her father, or any man for that matter. Every man wanted to be the first. Garrett wanted to be the first. He just hadn't accepted the fact that he could. He still had reservations about the act. It was his daughter for God's sakes!




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 05



She slipped her panties down around her knees, She gently lifted them and directed the contracted material to her ankles. He watched them lay there, almost like she was asking him to take them the rest of the way off. He watched as his daughter lightly stroked her open, wet hole, rubbing her clit in circles as her body convulsed. She slipped her foot out of one leg of the panties, spreading her legs wide, lowering her body closer to the bed. He sat, motionless as he engulf himself in the rare sight of his only daughter delicately fingering herself, dipping her finger very swallow inside herself. He could see her young juices collecting on her finger, rolling down and occasionally dripping onto his bed. God she looked so tight! Her pussy completely clenched around her tiny finger, sucking on it as it slipped back out.

She turned to face the cam, her soft, firm tits spreading against the bed. She held her finger close to the camera eye. It glistened with her sex. She held her finger to her lips, lightly tracing them with the saturated tip, then slowly wrapped her tongue around the underside and slipped it in her mouth, pulling it out clean and only slightly shiny from her sweet saliva.

"Mmmm Daddy, I taste SO SWEET! I wish it was you tasting me." She sat up, spreading her knees as wide as she could, returning her finger to her tight, little snatch, one hand palming and squeezing one of her luscious, full tits.

"How about I give you a little something to dream about, Daddy?" She typed as she grabbed the pillow from his side of the bed. She held the pillow up, taking in his scent, then stood the pillow on its side and straddled it, sitting firmly on it. She slowly started gyrating on it, really pressing into it hard. She squeezed both of her tits in her hands, the smooth skin swelling through her spread fingers. She rocked faster, back and forth until soon after her body fell forward, limp. She lay there for several minutes. He could see her body growing higher and lower from her heavy breathing.

Garrett slipped his subsiding cock back into his pants as his daughter crawled to the computer.

"Oh my God, Daddy, that felt so good!" I hope you're not mad, I got juices all over you pillow."

"Just make sure you cover it with the comforter. I'm sure I will have 'sweet' dreams tonight! I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I enjoyed watching you, honey."

"Did you not cum, Daddy? I did it for you." Makayla now had a cute, but fake pout on her face.

"No, honey, I didn't. I almost did. But I have to work the rest of the day, and who knows what would've happened if I had. But I'm coming home for lunch in just a few minutes. I'll see you then, okay?"

"Okay! maybe when you get here, we'll see what we can do about all that pent up sexual aggravation." Makayla sat there completely naked. Nothing but her sexy little soccer socks on.

"What do you have in mind?" Garrett was imagining anything and everything.

"It's a surprise, Daddy. Don't you like surprises?" Makayla blew him a kiss and cupped her big melons in her hands.

"If you're involved in them....YES! See you in a bit. I love you, honey."

"I love you too Daddy!" She smiled, cutting her webcam off. Garrett grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

As Garrett hopped into his truck, he saw Natalie sliding her key card to unlock the door. He watched her enter the building, then drove off toward home.

Natalie walked into the office, dropping her purse on her desk, not even breaking stride as she entered Garrett's office. She quickly opened the instant messenger and jotted down Makayla's screen name. She accessed the history of the past conversation, eyes wide in surprise as she read the unbelievable dialogue between her boss and his daughter.

"So, I my suspicions were right." She closed the instant messenger and walked back to her desk.



What Once Was Innocent Ch. 06



During the short commute back home, Garrett found himself day dreaming about his few trips to see Makayla at college. She roomed with a cute, freshman girl in a dorm room so small, Garrett could almost stretch his arms out and touch two opposing walls at the same time.

Garrett had been introduced to her roommate when he helped her move in. The roommate had already had her things unpacked and was laying on her bed listening to her headphones. Garrett opened the door with a free head, balancing three boxes in the other. He scanned across the room and his eyes landed on the roommates bare feet, dangling off the bed. Her thin, caramel legs were spread slightly apart and the cotton shorts she had clinging to her ass were rolled down at the waistband, making just a tiny bit of the bottom of her ass show. He quickly sat the boxes down and helped Makayla with her load.

"That must be your new roomie, babe." Garrett panted, sweat dripping off his brow.

"Yeah, she looks cute. Don't get any ideas, Dad. I think she's asleep."

Makayla lightly tapped the sleeping girl on the shoulder, making her jump in suprise. She yanked out the ear piece and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Makayla. Sorry I scared you. This is my dad."

"Oh it's okay. I'm just so tired. We drove all night to get here this morning. I'm Sarah. Hi Makayla's dad."

"You can call me Garrett." He smiled and offered his hand to her. She rolled over to accept the hand shake. He glanced at her breasts. From what he could tell, they looked nice; about a C cup, covered in a loose, sleeveless, cut-off shirt. She had a cute face; freckles on her cheeks, brown hair in a ponytail. She was a very pretty mixed girl, indeed.

That day was brutal. Incredibly hot, the drive was long and walking up endless stairs left him spent. Sarah offered to help, but Garrett insisted she nap as much as she could. Garrett sometimes ended up making double trips, as Makayla was busy unloading things out of the back of his truck and out of her car. He opened the dorm room door and found Sarah tucked in a little ball, asleep again. Her thin, pink shorts stretched between her legs; Garrett couldn't help but peer between them, seeing just a tiny sliver of white from her panties. He was too tired to get excited.

The last of the boxes were stacked against the wall and Makayla seemed to have the same idea as her new roommate. She lightly sat on her bed, bouncing a little to see how it felt.

"Dad, come lay down and nap with me. You need it."

Garrett slid in behind his daughter, lying on his side.

"Take that sweaty thing off, Mister! I don't want to have to wash sheets as soon as I get here!"

Garrett peeled off his sticky t-shirt, draping it over the back of a desk chair, and laid down behind his daughter. She softly laid her neck on top of one of his arms and the other wrapped around her waist, knowing he wouldn't see her much anymore. His hand instantly slipped under the bottom of her shirt; he had to feel her soft skin one more time. Sarah lay facing them, mouth opened and relaxed, obviously down for the count. Garrett felt sleep taking over him, but not before he lazily slid his hand down his daughter's stomach and tucked it into her thin shorts, barely under her tiny panties, resting his fingertips on her smooth, bare pubic area.

After a good hour, Garrett woke, to look over the top of his daughter's head to see Sarah sleepily looking at his muscular arm; his large hand still laying lightly tucked inside the front of his daughter's shorts. He was surprised to see Sarah's expression not full of disgust. She just lay there staring. He slowly pulled his hand away and noticed Sarah locked eyes with him immediately. He looked at her sleepily, seeing her smile at him somewhat uncomfortably. He rose up onto his elbow, watching her quietly move her eyes down his bare chest.

He calmly pulled his arm out from under his daughter's neck and sat up on the edge of the bed, trying not to awaken her.

Sarah sat up on her bed, trying not to stare at his well-kept physique. She sat, cross-legged, her shorts worked up high on her small hips. The thin, pink crotch of them didn't come close to hiding the white panties, tightly covering her nakedness. Garrett glanced between her legs, then whispered as he looked her in the eyes, "Would you like to go out to eat with Kayla and me? My treat."

She stared at his his chest, obviously too sleepy to control her eyes. "No. I wouldn't want to intrude. It looks like you two need time alone."

Garrett hoped that didn't mean what he thought it did. "It's not problem at all. That way I can get to know the girl who will be sharing her first year of college with my little girl."

"Well, if you don't mind, I am starving."

Garrett woke his daughter up and, together, her and Sarah went to the hall's bathroom to get ready. Garrett lay on his back, bare-chested, soaking in the breeze flowing through the window.

About thirty minutes later, both of the girls walked in and saw him laying sprawled out on Makayla's bed, asleep.

"God, Makayla, your Dad is so fucking hot!" Sarah giggled as she dropped her towel on the floor, revealing her shiny, damp, light-brown skin. Her perky round breasts glistened. Her body was very tight, definitely a dancer's body. She had such a nice, tight, round bubble ass.

Makayla turned to her sleeping father, then back to Sarah, looking at her body up and down. "Oh you should see his dick! It's not huge, but God it is gorgeous!" Makayla gave Sarah a flirting, questioning stare.

"Well, I've been dying to check you out. I laid on my bed and watched you two sleeping. I saw him slide his hand into your shorts. Something going on a new roomie should know about?" 

"I guess you could say our relationship is a little different then most daughters and dads."

"Yeah, I can tell. But I gotta admit, if I had a dad like that, I think I would let him touch me too! So I ain't knockin' you girl. Hell, I wouldn't mind pretendin' he was my daddy, if you know what I sayin'. But right now I wanna see you."

Sarah walked over closer to Makayla and tugged on her towel, sending it to the floor. Her breasts swayed from the release and her naked body stood, glistening with baby oil.

"My God, girl, look at you! Mmmm, these big, perfect boobs." Sarah cupped one of Makayla's breasts in her hands, lightly bouncing it up and down, then lightly ran her fingertips across both of them. Sarah licked her lips and looked Makayla in the eyes. "May I?"

"Be my guest, roomie." Makayla watched as Sarah's full lips came closer, opening softly and lightly wrapping around one of her nipples. She began to suck lightly, looking into Makayla's eyes. Sarah cupped each breast in her hands, pressing them together as she made full, flat-tongued laps up and down both of her tits, flicking each of her nipples feverishly.

Sarah lowered herself onto her knees, looking up at Makayla wantingly. She stroked her hand down Makayla's flat stomach, trickling her fingers down between her legs. Makayla's back instantly arched, parting her legs to receive her new friend's welcoming introduction. Makayla whimpered softly as Sarah pierced her tongue between Makayla's folds, wasting no time to taste her juices. She lapped all the way up it, forcefully, making Makayla's pussy lips spread wide against her tongue. Sarah stood up and drove her tongue into Makayla's mouth and they both kissed passionately.

"You taste so good. This is going to be a great year." She looked over at her roommate's sleeping father and giggled, "Now let's see that dick you mentioned!"

Makayla pranced her naked ass over to her bed, climbed softly between her father's legs and slowly unzipped his pants. She tugged lightly at them, making him reposition himself a little, but she managed to get them down to his knees without waking him.

"Wow, that IS a gorgeous dick!" Sarah stared in approval. "He don't even wear underwear. Now that's hot. Ooh, he's got some big balls! Damn, he shaves too? Girl, I wouldn't say a damn thing if you told me you fucked him."

"No, we haven't fucked, but we've come close." Makayla found herself aroused that another girl was looking at her father's penis with her.

"But I HAVE done this." Makayla lowered her mouth completely over her father's sleeping cock, slowly sucking it until it was hard. Sarah sat on the side of the bed, leaning in close, astonished at how nonchalantly Makayla began sucking her own father's cock. Sarah lowered her mouth down and began licking up one side as Makayla licked the other. Makayla held the base of his thickness as Sarah began working it into her mouth. She sucked fully, making explicit wet noises and slightly chocking as his cock head bottomed out in her throat. She let his dick jerk out of her mouth, stringy with both of the young girl's spit, and looked into Makalya's eyes.

"Climb up on top of him. I wanna watch you fuck him for the first time."

Makayla looked as if she were thinking it over, then quietly straddled her father's waist. Sarah held Garrett's slippery cock and guided it to the entrance of his daughter's pussy. Makayla held her pussy lips apart by two fingers as she slowly inched her way down her father's erection.

SLAM! Garrett's eyes jerked open and his head lifted quickly off the bed.

"Oh shit, sorry Dad, I didn't know you fell back to sleep."

Garrett was disoriented, wondering what was real and what was a dream. He noticed Sarah slyly staring at his crotch. He looked down and noticed he had a huge hard-on. She looked up at his stomach and chest and finally focused on his face. He rose slowly watching her eyeing his tightening abs.

Sarah had a tight, spaghetti strapped top on and a nice pair of short khaki shorts on. Apparently she had changed in the bathroom. Her skin was sheer perfection. Makayla stood in white towel, barely enough to cover her ass, and started to blow dry her hair. Garrett tossed his almost dry t-shirt back on and sat, waiting on them to finish. He didn't even divert his eyes as Makayla dropped her towel and bent over completely naked to retrieve a bra from one of the boxes labeled 'clothes'. As she stood up, Garrett noticed Sarah staring at her in the reflection of her vanity mirror. Makayla quickly snapped her bra around her back, squeezing each cup to adjust the huge, globes in place. She sat, bare-assed, as she brushed her hair and put on her make up.

"So where would you two like to go eat?" Garrett felt the silence a little uncomfortable. Both Sarah and Makayla turned to face him waiting for each to answer. Makayla finally chimed in.

"Your choice, Daddy. Just pick a good place. I'm starving!" Sarah just shook her head in agreement, feeling like she had no say. She looked over at Makayla, noticing her legs crossed together, but was obviously not wearing any panties.

At dinner, the conversation was slow at first, but became much easier as all three of them learned of each other's backgrounds. Sarah was from another state and had sought out the college for its well-known dance team. She had danced since she was five and from her chiseled body, any one could tell. Garrett had mentioned that she would have to show him some moves and caught a disgruntled look from his daughter, as if to say, "Keep it down boy."

Garrett walked them both to their room and told Sarah goodnight and to study hard, something he felt dorky for saying.

"I'm going to walk him to his truck, Sarah. Be right back."

Garrett sat in his old truck, it thumped and rocked as it roared at an idle. Makayla stood outside his door, leaning in the window.

"Be careful, Daddy. Thank you for your help. I'm going to miss you so much." A tear formed in the corner of her eye.

"You worry more about these horny little boys and those books. Make me proud honey."

Makayla leaned in for a kiss. The kiss lasted longer then it should between a daughter and her father, and soon their tongues were dancing together; sucking, licking and playing. This bond had definately become a more comfortable thing; both of them aware of each others cravings. They kissed for quite a while until the kisses became playful pop kisses.

"I love you, Daddy." Makayla stared bewildered into her daddy's eyes, occasionally looking down at his lips.

"I love you more," he whispered. "I must go. You mother will be worried."

"But Daddy, you didn't have dessert." Makayla looked around her then back at him, smiling naughtily.

She bit her lip and pinched her fingers against the bottom of her light, summer skirt and lifted it so he could see all of her stark, white panties. She looked down at them, held her skirt up with her arm and peeled them down from the center, showing her daddy her perfect, bare pussy. With her free hand she slipped her middle finger down along her moist slit, lightly stroking it, slithering the finger deep between the folds of her innocent pussy. She plunged it in and out, rolling the finger in circles inside her. She slowly eased it out, bringing it higher, shining wet in the dim street lights. She held it up and brought it to her father's lips. He slowly opened his mouth and gently began to suck her sweet nectar off. He knew it would be a long time before he could taste her again. She pulled her finger out and looked at him innocently.

"God, I'm going to miss that. Best dessert ever." Garrett looked at his daughter passionately.

Makayla let her panties go and let her skirt fall. She held her head a little lower; a tear dropping onto the asphalt. Garrett lifted her chin and smiled at her fatherly.

"You'll get used to it, doll. And then you'll love it. And I love you."

"Love you too, Daddy." Makayla's eyes were now filling with tears. Garrett held back, trying to appear strong, to help her with the adjustment. He knew only two weeks ago, he cried his eyes out as he watched her back out of the driveway, on her way to orientation. She stayed gone that whole week and he found himself questioning whether he could lose her for four years. He watched he walk to her dorm and waved at him as she entered the building.

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Garrett came out of his memory as he turned down the street he lived on and immediately became happier knowing his lovely daughter was now waiting on him, back from school for two full months.

Garrett's excitement overwhelmed him as he stepped out of his truck, walking to the front door. He didn't know what to expect. He pulled the door key from his blazer pocket and guided it into the dead bolt, hearing that faithful click. Garrett slowly opened the door.

He eased the door open.

Makayla knelt just inside the door. Completely naked, except for the soccer socks. She looked at him shyly, knowing how good she was at her game by now. He scanned her body, inhaling all of her forbidden beauty. Those big, achingly perfect breasts sat proudly on her chest. He followed them to her tight, flat tummy, down to her supple hips that flared out more so from her widened legs. He immediately noticed the sharp, deep creases that connected her hips to her legs as she leaned over slightly on her knees. Her hands lay open on her thighs, her back arched, he knew her perfect ass must be sticking out as far as it could. His daughter definitely knew how to present herself.

His eyes traveled between her legs. He felt his cock quiver as he gazed at his daughter's perfect, virgin pussy. There between her legs lay Bandy, her favorite teddy bear.

"Come here, Daddy. There's something I want to do to you." Makayla smiled, flirting with her father.

Dumbfounded, Garrett slowly approached his kneeling daughter. Her face met directly with his crotch. She looked up at him so innocently. Her tits pressed tight against each other from her arms.

"Shame on you Daddy! You shouldn't be thinking of your daughter this way!" Makayla was reprimanding her father's engorged cock. She pointed at it and shook her finger. She slowly began unzipping his pants, then unbuckling, the unbuttoning. The silky fabric offered no resistance as his slacks easily fell below his chisled hips and piled loosely around his ankles. Makayla's eyes instantly opened wide as she smiled from what sprang forth.

"Mmmm, Daddy, that looks so good to your little girl." Makayla teasingly licked her lips as she wrapped her small fingers around his shaft.

"Want me to relieve this for you, Daddy?"

Garrett just shook his head in agreement. Seeing his daughter, naked before him was too much.

Makayla's lips inched closer to the tip.

"Are you sure you want your little girl to suck your dick, Daddy?" Precum oozed from the tiny hole before her lips.

"Ooh Daddy! Did that turn you on? Do you like seeing you beautiful daughter's lips so close to your hard cock?" She slowly massaged more precum to the tip, until there was a sizable bead threatening to drip.

Garrett could feel his daughter's sweet breath on his cock as she taunted him further. Makayla slowly slipped out her tongue and lightly licked the growing bead off the tip. Just the sensation of her wet tongue almost sent Garrett over the edge. He watched the small droplet elongate on her retreating tongue. She closed her mouth, swirling her tongue around.

"Oh Daddy, you taste so amazing," she whispered quietly, looking into his eyes. She held his girth tightly in one hand as she reached for the teddy bear. She raised her body slightly to accept it between her legs and slowly wiggled down on it.

"Daddy, I want you to watch me fuck Bandy while I suck your cock." She didn't even give him a chance to agree, not that he could anyway. Her soft, young lips opened as she completely took him in. Garrett gasped in relief as his needs were finally being attended to. He watched her full, tightened lips making a seal around him. They kissed tightly against his pelvic bone, making him look like he had no penis at all. She slowly swirled her tongue against the underside of his cock as she revealed his entire length. With a slight smack of her lips, she held him to her lips, looking into his eyes. Her hips started to move back and forth until she felt the cold, plastic nub of the stuffed animal's nose ease into her drenched pussy. She lightly began thrusting her clit against it. Her eyes closed momentarily, from the sensation, then opened to her father's drunken gaze.

"Daddy? Can you imagine me in my room... years ago... my little legs opened... on my knees... Bandy tucked under my frilly, little dress, as I... mmm, gently rocked my innocent pussy against his hard nose? Mmm, not knowing what I was doing... but knowing it felt so good?" Makayla flicked her tongue across the tip of her fathers cock as she asked him.

"Mmmm, yes baby." Garrett was about to explode. He quickly began wondering if his daughter could actually make him cum just by talking to him. Her voice was so sweet, so innocent sounding. So fucking dirty.

"Are you ready to cum in your daughter's mouth, Daddy?" She began sucking slowly, making full trips from the very tip all the way down him.

"Been....r-ready," he whimpered.

Makayla rocked back and forth, building her own climax. She sucked her father feverishly, making the juiciest noises. Garrett watched as her saliva covered his smooth balls, dripping between his daughter's legs. he saw her eyes clench closed and felt the rumble of her moans against his excited penis; knowing she was really hitting her spot. He had a brief moment of clarity then. He looked at her, more gorgeous then anything he had seen in his life, there on her knees, sucking his dick. Satisfying her father. Her father... Garrett felt it come on like a freight train. He knew if he thought about it too much, he couldn't contain himself. His clear thoughts reminded him that this was his very own daughter, naked before him, sucking her father's dick.




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Makayla felt her daddy's heartbeat pounding through his cock. She knew it was time. She opened her mouth and looked up at her father bright-eyed.

She cooed, "Cum in my mouth, Daddy. Cum in your little girl's young mouth. Mmmm, I want to taste your sweet cum, Daddy..."

Garrett locked eyes with his sexy, young daughter as he felt the most intense orgasm coarse through his body. He watched, in disbelief, as his little angel cupped each dose of his cum in the middle of her tongue. Each spasm spewed forth more of his sweet seed, until it filled her mouth and began dripping down her chin. He buckled at the end, feeling his legs shake. His ears began ringing.

"MY GOD!" Garrett stood still, watching his daughter proudly display her father's sperm. She held it there, then somehow, innocently closed her mouth and swallowed. His body jerked as he processed this. "My daughter just swallowed my cum," he thought in shock. She ran her fingertip up her chin, collecting the stray cum, then simply licked it off her finger.

"Fuck you taste so good, Daddy!" Makayla stared at him, smiling, then looked down at his quickly fading erection. Garrett jumped at the overwhelming sensation as she licked the last drop off the tip of his cock, and politely swallowed.

"So how was that for my first time, Daddy?" She teased him as Garrett stepped back, looking at her still lightly grinding on her teddy bear.

"First time? You mean--"

"Never, Daddy. You're my first."

"Where'd you learn all that?" Garrett questioned as he pulled his pants up his legs.

"Well, porn, of course! And I've watched a few girls give guys blow jobs at parties."

"At PARTIES!? I guess college has changed a little."

"Who said anything about college?" Makayla smiled like such a dirty slut.

"High school parties?"

"Almost."

"Middle school parties?"

Makayla had grown tired of the questions and leaned over on the floor until her nipples flattened on the hardwood. Her fingers splayed widely from the position.

"Oops, I missed some." Makayla's tongue gently raked the floor, scooping up a healthy-size puddle of cum. It took her three attempts to get it all up.

"There." She looked down at herself, then up at her father's deadpan stare.

"What, Daddy?"

"You've got to be the most insanely sexy girl I've ever met!"

"I guess it's a good thing you're my daddy, or else you'd never see it period." Makayla rose, rubbing the bright red circles covering her knees. Her huge tits hung in front of her.

"Actually, I'm the ONLY one that should never see it." He watched her naked ass as she walked into the kitchen. He could heard her response trailing off from the distance.

"Don't ruin it, Dad. Now what do you want for lunch?"

Soon, Makayla walked over to her father, with lunch on a small plate. She motioned for him to back his chair up. Garrett watched as Makayla's legs stretched across his, straddling his waist.

She held the plate in front of her breasts, giving him every convenience to admire them. Softly she held up the sandwich and guided it her father's lips.

"Here ya go Dad."

Garrett bit down, chewing, looking at his gorgeous daughter's naked body on top of his. He rested his hands on her small waist. They smiled at each other as Makayla told him what she would be doing until he got home. He took his last bite of the sandwich.

"Honey, I need to be going. I have a lot of work to catch up on. But, God knows I don't want to." Garrett straightened his back as a sign of his intention of getting up.

Makayla lifted herself off of him, only to sit up on the kitchen table. She crossed her legs as he slid back his chair.

"How about dessert? I know your favorite," she whispered as you spread her legs before him. He sat there only a lean away from tasting her forbidden fruit, but he looked back up at her confused. He had never had his lips anywhere on his daughter except her lips, hands and forehead. He felt that would be just another step deeper into something he didn't know he should be doing.

"Come on, Daddy. Just one lick? You know you're dying to taste me." Makayla raised her legs, planting her feet on the table, making it even more irresistible.

"Okay, fine." She looked down and noticed a sweet little drop of white juice drooling out of the opening of her pussy. She slowly wiped up it.

"Look what you made me do!" She brought her finger up to his mouth, and he impatiently licked it off.

"Now that's the good stuff!" He stood up, kissed her full on the lips and walked towards the door.

"Bye, honey, I should be home around six, unless I need to work over." He kissed her again as she stretched on her tip-toes to meet his lips.

"Or the town slut decides to have her way with you." Makayla looked disgusted.

"Honey, it's hard enough that your mother nags me about her. Don't add to my misery." He watched her fondling her breasts.

"She said I have incredible breasts... You know she has nude pictures of her up on a website." She peeked from under her hair, which had fell in her face.

"Who?"

"Natalie. She has tons. You know..." she paused. "I wouldn't blame you if you were curious. She is a gorgeous girl. And you're so desperate for sex, you have your own daughter sucking you dick." Makayla winced as it came out of her mouth.

"Hey, you're the one that did it! It wasn't my idea." Garrett felt he should ease out of this conversation. This was a very testy matter. "Look, I'm sorry I said that. This was wonderful, darling."

"I'm sure the idea was there, I just full-filled it for you and I have been wanting to do it for a while now." She went back to her original thought. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to check her out. If you want, I'll send you the link, and I won't even tell mom." She laughed.

"I would hope there are a few other other things you might keep to yourself. I have to go. Send it if you want." He kissed her again on the lips and turned to walk out the door.

Backing up the driveway, he shifted the truck into drive and looked one last time at the house. Makayla stood with the door completely open, naked to the world.

"My God, she's amazing," Garrett said aloud as he waved and headed back to the office.



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Garrett slumped in his office chair and peered around the side of his computer monitor into Natalie's office. He felt strangely guilty.

"What did I just let happen? I just let my own flesh and blood suck my dick. The very seed that made her, she drank from me, like it was candy. My God, my daughter just sucked my dick!" Garrett repeated it in his mind over and over.

He sat in a daze for minutes that seemed like hours retracing every single detail that happened. "But it felt so damn good and she looked so incredible doing it! Where did she learn all that? Licking my cum off the floor? Oh God! Well... it wasn't sex, at least."

Garrett searched into Natalie's office, feeling as if she could hear his thoughts. She was sitting at her desk, leaning over with her face close to the computer screen. She was either reading something in small print or she hadn't bothered to put on her glasses. He peeked below her desk, noticing her legs were spread somewhat. Not at all usual for her. She would occasionally switch legs and cross them again or had them tightly together. He focused his eyes between her legs and could vaguely make out the lace tops of her stockings hugging her inner thighs, a tiny bit of her exposed upper thigh and those sultry, little black panties.

Then a shock came across him. He had forgotten about the link his daughter was going to send him. A link directly to Natalie's secret folder of pictures. Garrett opened his email looking for new messages.

He never really noticed, but his daughter's various emails and forwards completely filled his list of emails. How long had this been going on? Even though his email was password protected, Garrett had very explicit correspondences from his own daughter and several dozen emails containing hoards of pictures of Makayla. Pictures that wouldn't look good on him or her, if someone were to snoop around a little.

Two new messages. Both from his lovely daughter. His pulse quickened, as it always did when he received messages from her. He could only imagine what was on the other side of that mouse click.

Message one. The subject: I can still taste you Daddy. He quickly put on his headphones and clicked the audio file. (To hear Makayla's audio file, search for this story in the TEXT WITH AUDIO section.)

"Hey Daddy, I miss you already. But I'm so glad you came home to see me. I've been thinking of you all day. My little panties have been dripping wet all day thinking about you. Fantasizing about you. I can just imagine your expression watching me. Watching me lay on your bed. The bed you sleep on every night. Watching your pretty little daughter take her clothes off for you. Mmm, my big, perky, teenage tits. My wet, little, virgin pussy all exposed for my daddy. Did you like watching you little princess fuck herself for you? Did you like seeing me grinding my dripping wet, eighteen year old pussy into your pillow? Mmm, the pillow you lay your face on every night? I wish I could sleep beside you, Daddy. Mmm, feel your strong body against mine. Hmm, you could fuck me any time you wanted, you know? Mmmm, I know you wanna fuck me, Daddy. It's just a matter of time before you snap...mmm, before you snap my sweet, little cherry. I saved it for you. Saved my virginity just... for... you. Oh God I wish you would just fuck me! Mmm, will you please fuck me soon, Daddy? Oh God, that would be so amazing! I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.

Well, guess what I'm doing now, Daddy? I'm slipping one of my fingers inside my tight, wet pussy thinking of you. Mmm, I can still taste your cum in my mouth. Uh, you taste so good. So, how did you like coming home to your naked daughter? Finding me on my knees, just inside the door. Did you like putting your cock in my mouth, Daddy? Did you like looking at your beautiful, little girl sucking your dick? Watching her take your entire cock in her sweet, little mouth? Mmm, you know you're the only guy I've ever done that to, don't you? Did you like watching your cum puddle up on my tongue? And watching me swallow every bit? The same cum that made me? Mmm, oh God, Daddy my pussy is so wet! Wanna hear it? Mmm! Mmm, Daddy I wish you would just come home and fuck me now. Mmm! Well, I better go now Daddy. I don't wanna keep you from working. But when you get home, I'll be here waiting. I love you Daddy."

Garrett's face was flushed. Obviously all the blood had rushed to his growing cock. He had never been so easily refreshed in his life. Something about his daughter, or the fact that she was his daughter, seemed to bring no end to his cravings to cum. He could literally grow hard immediately after an orgasm, just thinking of her. He had never been able to do that.

He sat, numb, listening to his daughter's soft, angelic voice lovingly tease him. Begging him to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her. He always had. But he held back, fearing the wedge between them, afterwards, would separate them forever. He loved his daughter too much to let that happen. But he felt his restraint beginning to fold. He needed to have her. He had let it consume him for too long.

He brought himself out of the thoughts, clicking on his daughter's second email, subject line reading, "The Slut."

The body of the email read: "This is your whore-of-a-receptionist's web page. You better not get too turned on and you better keep that dick inside you pants...for me. I love you Daddy. Hope you liked hearing my voice."

Garrett peered into Natalie's office, wondering if he should let the mystery stay alive. He loved imagining what she might look like naked. But we all know men. Garrett clicked the link. He calmly walked to his door, smiled as Natalie heard the movement, and closed the door until it was barely cracked open. Enough to where he could see Natalie, if she got up.

Garrett sat back in his chair, his heartbeat speeding as he saw his young receptionist's profile picture in front of him. The picture was professionally made; just a head-and-shoulders shot. Very nicely taken. She looked incredible in it. He read a few of the sections she had written about herself; general things about her life and her likes and dislikes. He noticed she had "bisexual" beside her sexual orientation. Garrett once again, was flushed. He was building himself up for what was to come.

"There's no turning back now," he whispered to himself as he clicked on the "Pictures" link.

Garrett sifted through folders of pictures, taking time to enjoy some of her professional modeling pictures. They were very well done; lots of conceptual poses and outfits. He came to a folder called "personal pics" noticing a small thumbnail of her in a pair of panties and a bra. He quickly peeked through the crack in the door, and clicked on the thumbnail.

His wide-opened eyes were washed in dozens of images of his nubile receptionist. He opened the first picture, seeing her laying on her bed, on her stomach, wearing only a stark white thong. He shuddered at the sight of her perfectly round ass, bare back and long tan legs. The next image was of her sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, her arm hugging her tits together, hiding her nipples and a single finger pulling at her lower lip. He clicked the "next" button, his eyes growing wider. Natalie was in the same position, only she had her legs spread with both of her hands on her inner thighs. Her breasts fully exposed.

"Holy shit!" Garrett thought, immersing himself in the vision. Her breasts were simply amazing. Smaller then his daughter's, but beautifully formed, they sat up vainly, her nipples pointing slightly upward, a shimmer of highlight accenting their perky shape. He clicked the next button.

Garrett's next vision was of Natalie in some club with two of her female friends. An innocent picture, it seemed. The next picture showed a gang of onlookers, mostly guys, watching excitedly as Natalie and one of her friends were locked in a passionate kiss. The other friend was knelt between them, smiling at the camera, cupping one of each of the two kissing girls barely covered breasts. Garrett's cock throbbed at the sight.

The next picture was of Natalie and another, different friend, outside at night, apparently in the city. Both of the girls were puckering their lips at each other as they bent over in ridiculously short jean skirts, exposing their bare pussies to the picture taker. Garrett wished it was a bigger picture. He leaned in as close as he could, but couldn't completely make everything out.

Garrett clicked to the next picture to see a rather close-up shot of a different female fully sucking on one of Natalie's naked breasts. Garrett felt himself urgently awaiting every following picture. The next image was of Natalie bent over her bed, completely naked. It was obviously a self-taken shot, but it was very close-up. He gazed for a few moments at his coworker's thin, hairless pussy. Garrett could feel his anxiety building in his pants.

The next picture was of her sitting in a dining room chair, her legs spread wide, her fingers delicately unfolding the opening of her pussy, her perky breasts squeezed between her forearms. She sat there naughtily, her lips pouty, her hair in little, stubby pigtails, her luscious legs wrapped in sheer, white knee highs. He realized this was the only picture so far with a description underneath the image. It simply said, "Daddy's little girl." Garrett wondered.

Garrett found each picture overwhelming. In the past year, he had often dreamt of catching a glimpse of her legs spread, under her desk, praying she wouldn't wear panties. Hoping she would stay spread, so he could take in her nakedness. But now, he was actually seeing her completely naked. He felt somewhat guilty for intruding on her private life, but she apparently didn't mind total strangers prying through her cache of explicit treasures. Whoever was lucky enough to know her website address or got lucky enough to find it through a search menu was welcomed into her privacy. He noticed, through many publicly-taken pictures, she didn't mind the attention.

One picture seemed to hold Garrett's stare for quite some time. It was a darker picture, hard to make out, but he could see it was taken from down the body of an obviously naked girl. He could see the girl's incredibly small breasts; her nipples seemed to be very small and pink. The picture focused between her legs, where Natalie's gorgeous face illuminated from the flash. The girls hairless pubic area was met by Natalie's flat, forceful tongue. Natalie's tongue spread the girl's pussy lips apart wildly, her clitoris engorged and shiny, shown clearly with the backdrop of Natalie's dark, opened throat. Natalie's eyes were completely enraged with sexual desire. She looked like a mother tiger cleaning her young, with the full, flat lick.

Garrett felt himself jerk, wondering who the girl was and how old she must be. He found himself edging towards orgasm and thought it best to return to her main photo page. He clicked through dozens of pictures of her dressed up in evening gowns and the like. Plenty of bikini pictures and images of her and friends, guys and family members filled the other folders. Garrett came across three pictures that seemed a little odd to him.

The first one was of her and an older man, Garrett guessed to be in his forties. He held her in his arms, her legs draped over one of them, her back resting in the other. The hem of her thin, summer dress hung under her, unkempt, showing off a bright pink thong, her naked ass for all to see. The man's hand firmly squeezing one of her breasts. One of her hands lovingly caressed his cheek, both Natalie and him smiling.

The second picture was of her sitting on the same man's lap. He sat, legs apart with hers dangling between. The skirt she wore was short enough that it couldn't be tucked under her and Garrett could barely see her uncovered ass against his upper thigh. The older man's hand was lightly laying on Natalie's thigh, high enough that his fingers disappeared under the front of her skirt. Garrett noticed her hair in familiar short pigtails, the same white ribbons holding them up. Her calves were held tightly by sheer, white knee highs and white high heels strapped to her feet. She had an extremely tight white, almost see-through t-shirt with the words "Daddy's Little Girl" and "club" written in small print underneath. The word "club" looked like it had been bedazzled on, shiny silver studs making each letter.

The last picture was of Natalie leaning over the older man, from the side, holding a birthday cake. The lit candles made it very difficult to read the writing on the cake, but Garrett thought he recognized what it said. Her cleavage pressed through her tight top, directly in front of his face. He stared at them excitedly, licking his lips. Again, she wore the same outfit, her hair up in the pigtails.

Being the detective that he was, Garrett went back to a picture he had questioned before. In her private folder, he scanned the thumbnails until he found the image and clicked on it to enlarge it. There sat Natalie in the same chair the older man sat in, in the birthday picture. She still had the knee highs and heels on. She still had the pigtails. Other then that, she was naked, spreading her pussy wide, showing her peach-colored vagina. Garrett stared at her gorgeous pussy. He began imagining seeing it up-close, seeing the peachy flesh in person. He looked closely in the background. He saw a half-eaten birthday cake on the table.

Garrett didn't know enough to assume anything. He had been called daddy by every female he had ever had sex with. The picture's description didn't necessarily mean what it said. Or did it?

Garrett went back to the last picture he had seen in the private folder and began looking at Natalie's indecent pictures of herself again. One picture seemed to awaken his curiosity. Natalie was laying on a couch, her legs spread, fingering herself. Usually this would've sent Garrett to the brink of orgasm, but Garrett noticed something almost hidden to him at first. Distracted by his receptionist's incredibly gorgeous body, Garrett noticed it was his couch, in his living room.

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"I see nothings change since the last time we talked." A new window popped up on Makayla's instant messenger. She didn't recognize the screen name.

"Who is this?" Makayla responded.

"No sense in playing games, Kayla. This is Natalie."

"How did you get my screen name?"

"How easily you forget. I talked to you in your dad's office this morning."

"Oh, right. What do you want?" Makayla hoped Natalie could sense the unwelcome.

"Just wanted to see how you're doing. I've missed talking to you. You seemed to disappear after that night a few years ago. Still haven't sealed the deal yet, I see. At least you're still a tease."

"How do you know I haven't? And who's business is it of yours?"

"I'd like to think a big part of it is my doing. After all I'm the one that got you thinking about it. Why is your cam not on? No one online to see you yet?"

"Listen, Natalie. I disappeared for a reason. I don't need you in my personal business. It's bad enough that you work directly with my father, but you leave me out of it. And I don't feel like being on cam right now."

"And why is that? Someone not on that was this morning? You know I noticed he only had one contact on his messenger list, and guess who that was? Did you ever wonder why it's such a coincidence that I work for your dad?" Natalie meant to cut deep with that.

"Because you're a fucking slut and you think you can get whatever you want? You tell me."

"I CAN get whatever I want, whenever I want."

"You stay the hell away from my father! I swear I'll ruin your life if you try anything!"

"Calm down, Kayla. We used to be friends, remember? I don't plan on fucking your father, although it would be fun. He's gotta be the hottest old guy I've ever seen and, my God, he stays hard all day."

"Yeah, used to be friends. But that all changed when you stole my fucking boyfriend, which I thank you for now. And I'm sure he does stay hard all day, I've seen what you wear to work for myself."

"Touche, Kayla. You stole my boyfriend too. I'm sure you probably did it to get me back, but it's okay. But you knew I honestly loved Zack. I still have never wanted anyone as much as him. But I had a good time fucking Jordan for you, since you never would. You always tried to be the good little girl. Now look at you. Teasing your father, slowly making him want you. And you're right, I do wear my clothes to tease you father."

"Zack was an asshole, and I did do it to get you back. And I know you loved him, or still do, which makes revenge even sweeter. How does it feel knowing he never really wanted a slut? He just wanted a girl to kiss his ass. I bet it hurts knowing he dumped you for a younger girl. Too bad he never got what he wanted out of me. And I honestly don't care that you fucked Jordan. I knew after you fucked him, that's all he wanted. And look who's talking about teasing their dad! Let's see, how many of our friends dads have you fucked now? Including your own!"

"Okay, don't act all high and mighty with me! Just because you're still a virgin doesn't mean you can judge me. You're the only one left in the group that hasn't made good on our deal yet." Natalie smiled at the memory.

"How do you know I'm still a virgin?"

"I know you are Kayla. Okay, look, let's stop this whole thing. I just thought you backed out and made yourself scarce because you couldn't go through with it. I didn't even know you were home until I saw your dad talking to you. I just figured you were the only one that wouldn't keep her end of the deal. That is until I read a little of you and your father's convo and saw you on cam. Come on, let me see you."

"Fine. Truce. Just stay away from my father. So what if it's taking me a little longer then usual. It's complicated." Makayla sent a invitation to Natalie to view her webcam.

"I know it is, but a deal is a deal. It sounds like a stupid idea a couple of girls made when we were younger, but all of us have came through on our end. You're the only one that hasn't." Natalie accepted the invitation to view, leaning in closer to see Makayla sitting on her bed in a sweatshirt at least four times as big as her.

"But I'm the only one who's parents are still together. It was easy for all of you. You had no one hovering over you or the guilt from fucking them with your mom in the other room. Ashlynn's mom left her when was was too young to even remember and Amber's mom is too high all the time to even care. Your mom died when you were ten, so it was a little easier on all of you. And Haley's mom and dad are divorced and her mom lives on the other side of the country now."

"Yeah, but Haley really came through. She got her sister to do it too. There's only been one other girl to ever do that. Have you heard from her? Whose sweatshirt is that, or dare I ask?"

"She's going to a university in California and living with her mom now. I haven't heard from her. But her sister, Hillary, is still in school with Ashlynn. Their mom is remarried and Hillary says he's really hot. Maybe Haley will break a record or something. lol. This is my dads shirt."

"Maybe so, but you're still the one that hasn't held up your end. So what's under the shirt?" Natalie's legs began to open a little more.

"Nothing you want to see."

"Makayla, you know that's not true. We used to have a lot of fun together. Let me see."

Makayla slowly peeled off her sweatshirt, completely naked under it.

"My God, Kayla. You have one hell of a body! I've never seen a girl with a body as hot as yours. Those big, perfect titties always got my blood pumping. I bet your dad jacks off everyday thinking about you." Natalie felt herself becoming wetter and had the insatiable urge to touch herself.




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"Hey Daddy, I miss you already. But I'm so glad you came home to see me. I've been thinking of you all day. My little panties have been dripping wet all day thinking about you. Fantasizing about you. I can just imagine your expression watching me. Watching me lay on your bed. The bed you sleep on every night. Watching your pretty little daughter take her clothes off for you. Mmm, my big, perky, teenage tits. My wet, little, virgin pussy all exposed for my daddy. Did you like watching you little princess fuck herself for you? Did you like seeing me grinding my dripping wet, eighteen year old pussy into your pillow? Mmm, the pillow you lay your face on every night? I wish I could sleep beside you, Daddy. Mmm, feel your strong body against mine. Hmm, you could fuck me any time you wanted, you know? Mmmm, I know you wanna fuck me, Daddy. It's just a matter of time before you snap...mmm, before you snap my sweet, little cherry. I saved it for you. Saved my virginity just... for... you. Oh God I wish you would just fuck me! Mmm, will you please fuck me soon, Daddy? Oh God, that would be so amazing! I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.

Well, guess what I'm doing now, Daddy? I'm slipping one of my fingers inside my tight, wet pussy thinking of you. Mmm, I can still taste your cum in my mouth. Uh, you taste so good. So, how did you like coming home to your naked daughter? Finding me on my knees, just inside the door. Did you like putting your cock in my mouth, Daddy? Did you like looking at your beautiful, little girl sucking your dick? Watching her take your entire cock in her sweet, little mouth? Mmm, you know you're the only guy I've ever done that to, don't you? Did you like watching your cum puddle up on my tongue? And watching me swallow every bit? The same cum that made me? Mmm, oh God, Daddy my pussy is so wet! Wanna hear it? Mmm! Mmm, Daddy I wish you would just come home and fuck me now. Mmm! Well, I better go now Daddy. I don't wanna keep you from working. But when you get home, I'll be here waiting. I love you Daddy." 

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"Well thank you. And, yes, we did have some great times together. That night disturbed me a little and I was too young to know how to handle it. I'm sorry I never kept in touch and I'm sorry I stole Zack from you."

"Well I'm sorry for all I've done too. I guess I can understand that it's a little harder for you to do the deed with your mother always around. Makayla, I know this is some deep shit, but you're turning me on!" Natalie's legs began shaking slowly, spreading wider and closing back. She looked towards Garrett's office and saw his door closed.

Makayla looked troubled.

"Well that probably won't be much of a problem anymore. I think my mom and dad are over. They just haven't accepted it yet. I'm glad I turn you on. You turn me on too, Natalie. So, what's my dad doing?"

"I don't know. He has his door closed. If he's not talking to you, he's probably working. I remember you saying your parents weren't doing well and the way your mom treats you dad like shit. I thought he would've cut her loose already. Maybe little, sweet Makayla should help her daddy out on that." Natalie ran the tips of her fingers along the satiny, black material stretched across her inner thigh.

"Yeah, for a long time I hoped they would make it through. I know they're only together because of me. I can see how unhappy they both are, but my dad seems to take it worse. Maybe because he actually cares about her. If I could help him, I would."

"Oh believe me, you're helping! It might be torture for him, but if he gets to see what I'm looking at now, it's helping for sure!" Natalie dared to slip her hand under her skirt just to graze her fingertip across her burning desire. Her entire body shuddered from the slight contact.

"I sucked his dick today, when he came home for lunch." Makayla smiled as she typed it, hoping it would rise her above her depression.

"YOU DID? Girl, I'm going to have to take my panties off, I'm burning up inside them! Tell me all about it when I get back from the bathroom!" Natalie stood, leaning over her desk for a reply.

"Why don't you just take them off there? You said my dad's door was closed." Makayla began running her hands up and down her body, flaunting her perfection for her old friend.

Natalie's hand peeled up the front of her skirt, while the other hand lightly slipped under the lacy waist band of her panties. Her fingers became instantly saturated as she forcefully dug her fingers through the fiery folds. She almost lost her balance and buckled from the intense pressure. She sat back down.

"Are you sure? What if your dad sees me?"

"Then he'll see what he's been wanting to see." Makayla repositioned herself on the bed, sitting the laptop between her legs, and began massaging her healthy breasts.

Natalie inched up her skirt and began slowly working her panties down until they came to the snaps of her garter belt.

"Damn! I forgot about my garter belt. I'll have to unhook it to take my panties off."

"You're wearing a garter belt? Mmm, what else are you wearing?"

"A black lace bra and panties, a tight short skirt, a cow neck sweater and black thigh highs and heels." Natalie unsnapped one of the straps of the garter belt.

"Ooooh, sounds hot! I bet my dad loves that! He loves stockings." Makayla began lightly stroking at the building wetness between her outstretched legs.

"Now you know you're not to put anything inside that don't you? You're the only virgin left. So tell me about sucking your dad's dick." Natalie had unsnapped the remaining straps and began peeling her panties down her thighs.

Mayakla playfully turned her tight, ripe ass to the webcam. She spread her long firm legs until her glistening pussy lightly touched the pink-and-yellow Barbie printed bed spread, perked her ass up high and gently eased a single index finger slowly into her barely noticeable little anus. She made several slow, long strokes, guiding her entire finger inside. Her other hand began circling, forcefully against her yearning clit.

"It's okay if I put something in there, isn't it?" Makayla turned smiling cutely.

"Oh God, Kayla, I swear you could make a blind man hard – the way you tease." Natalie wiggled the thin, black panties to the tops of hers knees and let gravity take care of the rest. She bent slightly, lifting a leg to step out of one side and lifted the other to retrieve them.

Natalie still held a grudge against Makayla, for taking her one and only love, years ago. She had tried to let it go, but something inside of her couldn't. She had specifically pushed as hard as she could to make sure Garrett hired her. Not only to gain experience, but to find out what was happening with Makayla. Natalie's intentions, from the start, were to fuck Makayla's father within an inch of his life, and make sure it was well documented. The ultimate pay back. Natalie had a familiar spiteful gleam in her eyes.

"I'll just lay these here," she thought, gently dropping her sexy, little panties on her desk. She secured the straps of the garter belt back to her stockings, and began lightly tracing the wet folds of her silky waxed pussy. She gazed excitedly at the computer screen, watching Makayla masturbate just for her.

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Garrett felt that maybe his daughter was right. Maybe Natalie had fucked her father. Maybe that's why Makayla had been so flirty with him since she was younger. He clicked on his instant messenger and typed his daughter a message.

"Honey, I have something to ask you." He noticed her webcam was on. Maybe she was waiting on him. It seemed to take her a while to respond and she didn't accept his request to view her cam.

"Sorry Daddy, I wasn't in the room. What do you need to ask me?" Makayla lay with her tight little ass still in front of the cam for Natalie, wiggling it back and forth.

"I was looking through Natalie's pictures and there's a few of her and a much older man. It looks like it's his birthday and she's wearing hardly anything. Who is the man?" Garrett waited for the reply. Nothing came.

"Are you there? It says your webcam is on. Are you not going to accept my request to view?

"Yes, Daddy, I'm here. Sorry." Makayla draped his extra-large sweatshirt back over her luxurious frame, much to Natalie's dismay and accepted his request to view her webcam.

"That's one of the guys I was telling you about. She's been with quite a few older guys. Did you like her pictures?"

"Yeah, of course I did. She's a gorgeous girl. But there's one thing about those pictures of her and the older fellow. There's another picture, in another folder, of her. You can tell she is dressed the same way, only without a bra or panties, and there's the birthday cake behind her. And underneath the picture is a description that says 'Daddy's little girl.'"

"Dad, that could mean anything." Makayla shifted her weight onto her elbows and leaned over in front of the keyboard. She was also typing, explaining to Natalie why she had covered herself up.

"You said something about rumors around school, that she had fucked Ashlynn's father and her own father. I know that's not Ashlynn's dad, so is it hers? I need you to be honest, she works for me now, you know?"

Makayla knew the answer. She had seen the pictures dozens of times. She had seen more then she cared to think about. She fought for an answer, and typed Natalie back a response before she answered him.

"Okay, yes Daddy, that is her dad. And the rumors were true. Natalie has had sex with both Ashlynn's dad and her own, as well as a few other girl's dads. She's been fucking her dad for years now. Kinda weird, huh?" Makayla felt a huge lump building in her throat.

"Normally, I would say yes, but look what we've been doing for the last year or so. We're both attracted to each other and I can tell you now, Natalie is a knock out. So, maybe, it's the same thing with them that's been going on with us." Garrett was shocked to hear the confirmation that was already in his questioning mind. But at the same time, he was oddly aroused.

"I honestly didn't think you'd put it all together. Dad, I told you she was a slut! I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to fuck you. But I'll kill her if she tried it!"

"Well there's another question I have for you. Natalie is laying on a couch, masturbating." He waited for a response. His daughter seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

"So?" Her quick response gave her away. She began typing again, almost immediately. And it wasn't to him.

"Honey, that's our couch at home. What are you busy with, other then talking to me?" Garrett felt a small sense of jealousy.

"Um, Dad, I took that pic. You were really looking over those pictures, weren't you? Can I just say we were just two young girls exploring ourselves, and leave it at that? And I'm talking to a friend of mine too." Makayla blushed.

Garrett's erection thickened. On occasion he had imagined his daughter frolicking with another young beauty and had always had an overwhelming urge to see two girls intimately having sex with each other. Him included, usually.

"Is there something I should know, here? She's my receptionist and you're my daughter. I think the time has come to tell me what's happened between you two."

"Okay Daddy. I think you and I are close enough now that I can share a few things about me. But promise me you won't get mad."

"I'm listening."

"Natalie and I used to fool around together."

"Details."

"Dad, we've had lesbian sex together. A lot."

Garrett felt his juices building at the tip without any action needed.

"I thought you hated her? So, you're telling me my innocent little girl has licked another girl's pussy?"

"Yes Dad, I have. It's not that big of a deal nowadays. Just about every girl around my age has done it. I'm sure back in your's and mom's time it was a bad thing, but now it's just a thing. And I never said I hated Natalie. We just had a falling out."

"I didn't even know you two were friends. And yes, sadly, that was very forbidden in my younger years. I've wanted your mother to experience that for a long time. It's funny though. Mixed-race sex was frowned upon in my high school days and now it's acceptable. Now same-sex is acceptable. So what's the new sexual no-no, fucking a robot? I mean is there anything left?"

"You mean YOU'VE wanted to watch mom experience it! And sure there's new naughty things left. I can think of one right now."

"Lol. Those ideas are irrelevant. That kind of thing will never happen for me anyway."

"No. You just mean it won't happen with Mom. Okay, now you have to be honest with me. You need to tell me the truth about you and Mom. I'm your daughter. Just because I'm at college now, doesn't mean I'm out of the family." Makayla responded to Natalie's six unanswered questions.

"Okay, but I'm going to be blunt because I think you know the answer. Your mother and I have been separated for five months now and we've filed for divorce. I'm sorry, honey, but we just can't seem to make it work."

Makayla's eyes became watery.

"I kind of knew it would happen, Dad. I'm sorry you have to go through this. I know how much you love Mom, but, at the same time, I know how much you deserve more. She's never been really good to you. If you're separated, why are you still living together? Dad, can you tell me why you married her?"

"I never really knew if any one else could see how selfish she really is. Now that I think about it, I honestly think I married her for looks. She is gorgeous, but that seemed to be the crux of our relationship. We spent so much time talking about her, that there was never a 'me', or more importantly an 'us'. We're still living together because we haven't decided which one of of is going to go. That's why your mother hasn't been home much. She was going 'shopping', but it was for a house or apartment." Garrett felt the sting of the fact that it was actually over between them.

"Let me guess, she wants the house? Dad, you better not let her have it! You worked your ass off for years on that house!" A single tear dropped from the corner of Makayla's eye.

"We don't know what we're going to do, honestly. Let's talk about something else, okay?"

"Okay. But I'm sorry, Daddy. You wanna know what Natalie's pussy tastes like? Or about who I'm talking to, other then you?" Makayla smiled through big teary eyes.

"Oh God, you really know how to get me out of a slump, little one. How about the first one?" His blood was getting a work out today.

Makayla slowly worked up the bottom of the big sweatshirt. Garrett followed it, becoming instantly hard as her precious, virgin pussy came into view. He followed the bottom of the big sweatshirt as it revealed her long, smooth stomach, and loudly inhaled as her firm, enormous breasts eased themselves from beneath.

"Let's just say, Natalie's pussy is the sweetest one I have ever tasted." She smiled, running a finger between the tight folds of her pussy.

"Mmmm! So hers isn't the only one you've tasted?"

"No, Daddy, it isn't. A girl's gotta do SOMETHING to quench her need, since she hasn't ever had a guy to do it for her."

"My Lord, Kayla. I never knew. So now the second one. Who are you talking to?"

"I'll give you a hint. We were just talking about her. Not a very good hint, huh?" Makayla squeezed her huge breasts together. They melted between her stern hands, the nipples forcing through her fingers.

"NATALIE?" Garrett peeked around his computer screen, past the crack in the door into Natalie's office. Natalie sat at her desk, eyes glued to her screen. He looked under her desk and gasped. Her legs were now spread very wide. He could see her thigh highs contrasting against her lighter skin. At some point, unknown to Garrett, she had taken her panties off. Her sweet pussy was in full view; everything Garrett had imagined. Her curiously peach pussy lips were spread apart. He could see the darkened opening of her vagina. Silently he watched her perfectly manicured fingertips travel down her body, her nails scraping against her inner thigh. Her middle finger violently rubbed against her clitoris and then the entire finger plunged inside her, disappearing from his view.

He felt his fingers tugging at the zipper between his legs.

"Yes, Daddy, you are correct." Makayla continued to massage her massive globes, lightly pinching and pulling on her nipples.

"Is she watching you on your webcam?"

"Uh huh. That's why it took me a while to answer you and accept your request. I bet you wished your door was open, huh?"

"How did you know it was closed? You didn't tell her you're talking to me, did you?" Garrett became embarrassed.

"I told her I was talking to you, when I had your sweatshirt on. I told her you left just before I took it back off. Can you guess what she's doing?" Makayla softly walked her fingertips down her stomach.

"I would guess that she's sitting in her chair with her legs spread wide, feverishly fingering her sweet pussy, right now. But that's all I can see from the crack I left in my door." Garrett knew what the response would be.

"You can SEE her?"

"More then I should be, I guess. Then again, she makes it quite easy to see, usually. But, it's just her bra and undies. Apparently she likes watching you, my love."

"You want to fuck her, don't you, Daddy?"

"The thought has crossed my mind before, yes."

"She's a home wrecker!"

"Can't get much more wrecked then ours already is, doll."

"I guess you're right."

"Do you want to fuck her more then me, Daddy?" Makayla began probing her drenched opening until her finger gently grazed her tender hymen.

"Well, I can't fuck you, honey. But if I could, I'd want you, hands down."

"Why me?"

"You're younger and gorgeous and your body is absolutely the sexiest body I've ever laid eyes on. I've never seen breasts as big and, at the same time, as perfectly perky as yours. They defy known physics. A porn star would kill to look like you! You're innocent and sweet. You're a virgin. You do things I've never even dreamed of and most of all..you're my daughter. I've felt creepy about thinking about that, but lately it's the hottest thing I've ever imagined in my life." Garrett slipped his pounding cock of his his slacks, and gently began stroking it. Just barely enough to sense a feeling against it. He eyed Natalie as she intently fucked herself with two fingers.

"Then why can't you fuck me, Daddy?"

"It's complicated. For the most part, one day, you'll marry a nice guy and I don't want that weirdness affecting us. And, I'm sure, one day, you'll confide in him, or some one else, and tell them."

"Dad, I would NEVER tell a soul. I'm not still a virgin because I'm a prude or guys haven't wanted me. I'm a virgin because you haven't taken it from me yet. I knew when I was young that I wanted the most amazing guy in my life to be my first. And that guy has always, and will always be you. I've really thought about it, Dad. Why would I want to lose something so precious to me, by a guy that cares nothing for me? You would never hurt me. You love me more then any other man ever could. You protect me. You'd die for me. You're the sweetest man I'll ever meet. Why would I NOT want the ONLY man to take my innocence to be you? I honestly think all girls should let their daddies take their virginity. Unless their dads are assholes, of course. lol."

Garrett thought over his daughter's plea. He wanted to so badly. He wanted to be his daughter's first. He weighed the good and the bad constantly. His daughter's assurance of secrecy dwelled in his mind.

"But what if...what if I did take your virginity, but after that I wanted more?" Garrett wiped off the small bud of precum; lightly licked his fingertip. Sweet.

"Dad, here's another shocker, so brace yourself. I've watched you fuck Mom before. Quite a few times, actually. I know it sounds sick, but not everyone has gorgeous parents like I do. But when you fuck her, the rare times that you get to, it's so beautifully erotic. I see the care you take with her; how delicate you are with her body. And then I see you fuck her with every muscle in your body tensed, unleashing all that pent up sexual frustration into her; fucking her so rough, almost to the point of hurting her. I've heard her while I was in bed, squealing and moaning and whimpering. It sounds so good! I want that, Dad. I want what Mom is so stupid for giving up. I want you to fuck me like you fuck Mom."

Garrett squeezed the end of his cock, denying it from the explosion. His eyes played double duty, straying from watching his daughter delight her naked body to his horny assistant in the next room, blatantly finger-fucking herself. They were both watching his daughter. It was too much.

"Okay, I have to admit something too. I knew, most of the time, when you were watching. I could sense it and occasionally I could catch your reflection in the mirror above our bed or I could hear the door creak open slightly. I just figured you were a normal, curious, little girl, wondering why mommy sounded like she was in pain. But, the notion of your curiosity left my mind on one particular night.

"Wow Dad! I didn't know you knew! So, what happened that night that changed your mind about me just being curious?" Makayla secretly copied almost everything that was said between her father and her to Natalie. Garrett watched Natalie as she tried desperately to control her body's convulsions. Damn that young pussy looked so good being pounded by those gorgeous, thin fingers! He gazed at his daughter, also fingering herself, but a lot more intimate; slow and shallow.

"Well, one night, your mother was on top of me. It was so dark, we couldn't see each others faces. Her panting and moaning drowned out the sound of the bedroom door. I saw you standing there, holding Bandy to your chest. I still remember you had on a tiny t-shirt and a cute little pair of white panties with a small, pink bow on the front."




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"I still have those, Dad. I've worn them since I was seven, though they fit a lot tighter then they did back then. But proceed." Makayla arched her back, reading the recollection.

"This is so weird; telling you about your mother and I having sex." Garrett was lying. It turned him on more then she knew. He began typing again, letting his stretched member dangle in front of him.

"Well you definitely weren't seven. But I could see you from the night light we have in the living room–you're face any everything. I knew exactly what you were looking at, even though it was so dark in there. You were looking at your mother's ass and my balls pressed deep between it. I saw you slip your hand into your panties and watched you play with yourself the entire time we had sex."

"Did you watch me the whole time?"

"My eyes never left you. Your expression is burned in my mind."

"Did it turn you on that your little girl was watching her mommy and daddy fuck?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever, you know, wish it was me?"

"I was imagining it was you on top of me the whole time. God, I'm a sick bastard!"

"No Dad, you're not. I don't care what society says. I know men's minds often go where they aren't 'supposed' to go. I wanted to fuck you then too. Are you jacking off, Daddy?"

"Oh I have been!"

Garrett watched his cock leap and immediately began stroking it.

"Daddy, think about it. Natalie is in the other room fingering herself and you can see her. You're jacking off in the very next room and you're both watching me play with myself. Isn't that so fucking hot?" Makayla shivered as she pressed hard against her little pink clit.

"It's unbelievable hot, doll! I can see both of you gorgeous, young girls fucking yourselves. It's the closest I'll ever get to a threesome. Why don't you make us cum, baby girl?"

"Don't be so sure of that, Daddy. You're about to have a fresh, new life. Are you ready to cum for your little girl?"

"Yes, Angel. And Natalie appears to be ready too."

Makayla laid back on her back, spreading her legs wide, slowly dipping her finger into shiny pussy. Garrett, and Natalie for that matter, could both see her large tits not even giving up their pert statue to her being on her back. They sat beautifully, high and firm, so big they covered her face. Makayla had a captive audience as she brought them both over the apex of their climaxes.

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Natalie quickly regained her composure, closing her legs; sweet cum oozing between her ass cheeks.

"My God, Kayla that was so hot! I think I came harder then I ever have!"

Makayla raised up and lowered her stomach down on her bed, spreading her legs behind her. Her face and her tits, which were pressed against the bed, were the only thing in view.

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I did too. So did my dad." Makayla smiled slyly.

"You're dad was watching you the whole time? You naughty thing!" Natalie eyes glanced around the edge of her screen. Her eyes glaring, trying to focus on something.

"Yeah, he enjoy watching me. But he also enjoyed watching you. See that tiny, little crack in his door?"

Natalie's face immediately turned blood red.

"Oh my God, Kayla! How did you know that?"

"He told me he could see you."

"You knew he could when you asked me to take my panties off at my desk?"

"No, he wasn't on then. You were already in the middle of it." Makayla cut her webcam off, hoping she had embarrassed Natalie enough.

"Oh my God! I have to go Makayla! I can't believe you didn't tell me! Bye."

"Bye."

Natalie nonchalantly peered into the crack in the door. She could vaguely see a small sliver of Garrett's body, behind his desk. She backed her chair up just a little, slid up on the edge of it and spread her legs as wide as they would go. She slowly slipped two fingers deep inside of her juicy cunt, her body gyrating seductively. She brought out her fingers, slippery wet, on the verge of dripping her spent cum. She looked at them curiously then slowly began licking them from base to tip, delicately collecting every drop of her sweet nectar on the tip of her pointed tongue. Slowly sliding the two fingers entirely into her mouth, she tightly sucked on them and removed them, clean. She stood up and pranced down the hall to the bathroom.

"She did more damage then she thought," she thought.



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"Mr. Conner, I'm on my way out. Is there anything you need me to do before I leave?"

Natalie bent over the back of Garrett's desk, knowing he would glance into the mirror behind her. She rested her chin in her palms, playfully tapping her cheeks with her fingernails in a rhythmical pattern. The neck of her sweater teased about the desk, lightly swaying against it. She arched her back, smiling and looking Garrett directly in the eyes. She would hold his gaze, knowing he would have to be bold to look anywhere other then her face.

"Maybe you could help me out with this before you take off." Garrett waved her over to his side on the desk, but she remained on hers, leaning over his entire desk. Her face was only a few feet from his. She squinted at the screen.

"This here is something I've been working on in my spare time. I'm thinking very seriously about seeing if it's feasible to operate. Tell me what you think." He glanced over her shoulder, into the mirror, and shivered slightly at the view.

Natalie was scratching the back of her thigh, her skirt stretched around her hips. The leg she was attending to was laying across his desk, the other still planted on the ground. This was no position any woman would be in, unless she was doing it intentionally. Garrett was silently going hysterical as the hem of her skirt lifted, revealing her shiny, smooth pussy to him. She obviously didn't bother wiping herself off after her little webcam escapade with his daughter. Her hand continued up her leg until it rested on her hip.

"It looks like it could possibly work. See this projection? It looks profitable." She turned to meet his occupied eyes. He quickly met hers, but she had caught him. She smiled.

"Um, yeah, I thought so too."

She curled her index finger under her skirt, running back and forth. Getting closer and closer. 

She began saying nonsense, relieving the uncomfortable silence and making sure his eyes stayed on target. She ran her finger across the curve of her ass, lightly tracing it with her fingernail. 

"That's what I thought. Look at these." Garrett opened two more files for her to hopefully take her time with.

Natalie, again, scanned the screen. He peered back into the mirror. Natalie's fingertip slowly dragged across her completely exposed pussy. Making a wave-motion with her finger, her thin, peach lips spread lightly around the intrusion. She lightly plunged her finger between the glistening opening. Garrett jerked, but she didn't flinch. She slowly worked her finger in and out, then pulled it out and laid her hand on her hip. He dared to look longer, even after he sensed Natalie had returned her eyes to him. A single droplet of milky-white liquid drooled from her lazily parted pussy, slowly creeping down the thin line to her clit. He looked back at Natalie, not hiding the lust he had for her.

"Sorry, my leg itched. These stockings can get on my nerves sometimes." She looked back at her legs, peering into the mirror, meeting his hungry eyes. She looked down at her fully exposed pussy, the droplet of liquid collecting against her hood, begging to be set free. She looked back at him, through the mirror, this time without a smile. She turned to meet his gaze, looking down at his crotch, then back up at him.

"Well they look very good on you. You're a very beautiful and talented woman, Natalie. I'm glad I snatched you up before someone else did." Garrett's eyes plunged between the neck of her sweater. No bra this time.

"I'm glad you snatched me up before someone else did too. But I think I'm the lucky one, Mr. Conner."

Natalie, in a single day, had caught Garrett in her web. Months of flirty comments and seductive glances had opened his mind to the possibilities. Every day, her professional, yet sexy attire kept his mind engaged in her. But, today, she had chosen to test the waters a little more then before. She had teased him that morning, showing him more then a girl half his age should. Now she was sprawled out on his desk, keeping just the slightest bit of professionalism by not purposely fingering herself in front of him. She left that to his perfectly positioned mirror. In just a few short hours, Natalie was now screwing with his mind, slipping her finger inside her drenched pussy. If it weren't for that mirror, he would never know. But now came time to see what his intentions were. Natalie knew he was enjoying the view; with one less obstacle to get in his way.

Natalie lowered her leg back onto the floor, slowly standing up. Garrett didn't want it to end. She slowly inched her way around Garrett's desk, pulling her fingers across the desk, behind her. She stood directly beside him, nestling her crotch into his elbow. She leaned over as if she didn't notice the warmth of his skin between her legs and pointed at the screen.

"This could possibly take some work. But don't you think you should get home to your lovely daughter?" She didn't take her eyes off the screen. She lightly draped her hand on his arm for makeshift support. Garrett fixated on the contact. Natalie stood up on her tip toes raising the hem of her skirt over Garrett's arm and slowly lowered herself down on to him. This was going way beyond flirtations.

Garrett closed his eyes as Natalie's smooth, hot pussy delicately made contact with his elbow. He felt the slightest bit of pressure--her lips melting into his arm. He sensed the droplet of sweet nectar instantly drip from the resistance. He opened his eyes. Natalie was staring right at him.

"I...uh, I think I'm going to stay here for a bit more and try to finish this up." Garrett was beyond keeping his composure. He wanted to take her right then and there.

"Well, don't stay too long. Have a great night. If you need anything, anything at all, you have my cell number." Natalie slowly slid off his elbow, prancing her ass around his desk. 

"Have a good night, Mr. Conner," yelled Natalie from her office. Natalie disappeared down the hallway. Her fragrant, black, lace panties still on top of her desk.

Garrett looked at the shiny drop of juice laying on his arm. He tasted it.

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Garrett awoke, startled, to a door slamming and loud footsteps clonking down the office corridor. Giggles and low, hushed voices became louder and louder as he sat up from his slumped position in the office chair. He had fallen asleep. He looked at his clock; 10:16pm.

He had shut off his light, from the intense headache earlier. Obviously the three pills to alleviate the pain had made hi drowsy. His monitor had went into sleep mode. Dark everywhere, except the hall lights and the flicker of Natalie's computer screen. He saw two bodies in Natalie's office.

He watched the figures as they faced each other, close; obviously kissing. Then giggles and mumbles. He heard Natalie's voice, loud and distinct as her office light came on.

"No, that's my boss' office. He usually keeps the door locked. Now get your sexy little ass over here!" Garrett gasped as he saw another girl seductively strut over to Natalie.

She was about six inches shorter then Natalie, petite, with a killer little ass about to pop out of a pair of very thin, white, pocketless pants. Garrett could see the stitching through the material, obviously not pants you could wear panties with. She had a nice, thin body; good small hips and long, dirty blonde hair in big bouncy curls. She had her back to him, so he couldn't make out her face. She wore a small, tight pink tank top that showed off a tiny tattoo on the small of her back and her thin, smooth arms. Natalie had on what she had worn to work.

Natalie wrapped her slim fingers around the girl's neck, slowly digging her nails up through her hair, up her scalp. The girl's small hands cupped Natalie's face and both of them began kissing, making incredibly sexy, wet noises. Natalie's hands traveled down the girl's arms, her fingertips lightly grazing the stretched material across her ass. She cupped her tiny ass, lifting her off her feet slightly. The girl lifted herself, wrapping her legs around Natalie's waist. Natalie walked her over to her desk and gently sat her on it, kissing all the while.

Garrett glued his eyes to Natalie's hands as she stared into the girl's eyes, lifting her little top above her head and lightly dropping it on the desk. The girl's bare back was simply beautiful, with that nice, defined line running up the center of her back and two sweet, little dimples on each side of her lower back. Garrett could see the silhouette of the girl's perky little breast. Her tiny, erect nipple disappearing into Natalie's mouth. The girl's head fell back from the sensation, cooing lightly. He saw her face-young and round, sweet, little soft cheeks and thin pink lips. Her curls draped across the desk as Natalie guided her back onto the desk top.

Natalie unbuttoned the girls skin tight pants, unzipping and tugging hard to release them from her hips. She kissed the girl's stomach, easing the pants down her legs, giving them a sharp yank to release them from her feet.

"What are you going to do to me, Natalie?" The girl giggled as Natalie licked a ticklish spot.

"Well after I get these cute little panties off, I'm going to...slowly...lick...your pretty... little... pink... pussy." Natalie ran her index fingers up under the strap of the girl's tiny g-string.

"Mmmm, that sounds incredible!" The girl rocked her body from side-to-side so Natalie could peel of her panties.

"You looked so good tonight Brittany. Those older guys sure do like you. I love seeing those horny devils watching you intently; imagining you're a little girl. Well, to them, you are a little girl. But your outfit makes it even worse. I enjoy watching you dance." Natalie's fingers slowly brought the tiny g-string down around her ankles, Brittany's feet tapering to allow them to fall. She instinctively spread her legs for the gorgeous girl before her.

"Ha! I love seeing their faces. Their mouth's drop when I sit my little bare ass on their laps and whisper sexy little little things in their ears."

"You definitely work them over! No other girls in the club get the repeat business you do. My boss would love you. I've seen the way he looks at a friend of mine...she's tiny like you. Natalie gave Brittany a slow, light lick across her pussy and stood up to face her.

"Ooooh, girl! You gotta do better then that! Here let me see those gorgeous boobs of yours." Brittany leaned up and helped guide Natalie's sweater up of her head. Garrett's mouth hung open as Natalie's breasts teasingly swayed in front of the girl. Brittany traced Natalie's nipples, then cupped them and gave each nipple a sharp flick with her tongue.

"God those are sensational, Natalie. You should come work at club. So your boss likes the tiny, young ones huh?"

"I'm sure he does. Mmmm, yes!" Natalie closed her eyes as Brittany continued to lick her breasts.

"Too bad he isn't here, we could give him quite a show!" Brittany laughed as she squeezed Natalie's firm tits, letting them sway as she released them.

"Oh, he'd get more then a show!"

"You dirty bitch! You haven't--"

"No, I haven't fucked him... yet." Natalie laughed and gently ran her fingers along Brittany's inner thighs then gently massaged her pussy.

"Is he hot? Maybe I'd like a little spin with the boss too."

"He's incredibly handsome. I've made some moves. Some very explicit moves, but he hasn't bit yet."

"Well, enough about him... eat my pussy!"

"Hmmm." Natalie licked her lips, lowered herself, her legs spreading wide, the skirt riding all the way up, and drove her face in between the girl's slender, little legs.

"Oh God YES!" Brittany yelled, her voice echoing through the offices.

Garrett's eyes couldn't even blink. He had never witnessed such an act in person. He slowly slid his chair back and tip-toed softly to the door. The floor creaked. "Damn it!" he thought.

Brittany's face turned quickly at the disturbance, peering into Garrett's direction.

"Did you hear that?"

Natalie's face appeared from between Brittany's legs. "Hear what?"

"I thought I heard something."

"Well I can't really hear anything with your legs covering my ears. Relax, it's probably just the building settling." Natalie gazed into Garrett's office, focusing. Her face gently lowered back between Brittany's legs.

Garrett felt an enormous rush of nerve building up inside of him. This was, after, his office and he had every right to be there at 10 o'clock at night. His mind accepted what he was going to do. After all, why should he be embarrassed?

Garrett loudly opened his door and coughed, faking as if he had just recently woken up. Brittany's face instantly turned beet red and Natalie quickly rose from her crouched position, her perky breasts jiggling as she stood.

"So, what's going on here?" Garrett continued to walk into Natalie's office. Brittany just sat on her elbows, still laying back, obviously in shock.

"Um, oh my God, Mr. Conner, I...um, I didn't know you were still here. I'm so sorry. We'll leave immediately."

Natalie reached for her sweater, but Garrett had beaten her to it. He stood eyeing Brittany's young, small, naked body. Her legs still spread wide, her bald pussy glistening in Natalie's saliva. He felt up Natalie's body with his eyes, stopping momentarily to take in her gorgeous breasts, then looked her in the eyes, smiling quizzically for an answer. Her lipstick was smeared slightly, and her lips and chin gleamed in the florescent lighting of her saliva and Brittany's juices. Natalie offered her hand for Garrett to give her her sweater. Garrett smiled, hiding the sweater behind his back.

"Well there's no need to be so embarrassed. And there's definitely no need to stop. I fell asleep at my desk with a throbbing headache. I guess you woke me up with all the moaning and such. But you two have fun. I need to be going home anyway." Garrett handed Natalie her sweater and turned toward his office.

"Mr. Conner, you're not going to fire me, are you?"

Garrett turned back to Natalie, seeing Brittany turning her head in embarrassment. "Why would I fire you, Natalie? You just using the office for a little, um, recreational purposes." Garrett smiled slyly. "By the way, you have a gorgeous little friend." Garrett walked in his office to retrieve his truck keys. He stole a look into Natalie's office. Both of them were whispering to each other, laughing.

"Are you SERIOUS? No, we couldn't." Garrett overheard them as he walked back into Natalie's office, headed toward the hallway.

"Um, Mr. Conner?" Natalie's voice trailed off as she tried to muster enough nerve to continue.

Garrett turned. "Yes?"

"Um, Brittany was wondering if you could help us out with something." Natalie's sexy smile reached Brittany's face.

"No I do not!" Brittany hid her face in her hands.

"And what would that be, Brittany?" Garrett cautiously approached the desk.

Natalie eyed Garrett. Her fingers gently scraped up Brittany's inner thigh. "Well Brittany is playing shy little high school girl right now, but we were actually talking about if you were here, we would love to give you a little show." Natalie gently palmed Brittany's firm little titties.

"Show, huh? High school?" Garrett watched as Natalie's hand traced down her friend's stomach until her hand lightly smacked Brittany's pussy a few times.

"Yes, Brittany here, is still in high school. But don't worry, she's eighteen."

"Just barely," Brittany muttered.

"So I don't have to pay for this?" Garrett smiled, knowing they knew he had overheard their conversation.

"Brittany dances at night, it's true. And she's very good at it, despite how shy she's acting right now. And, no, they don't know she's still in high school." Natalie stared at Brittany as she talked, watching her expression as she slipped one of her perfectly manicured fingertips inside Brittany's tight little pussy.

"And what does you father think of this, Brittany?" Garrett walked around the back of Natalie's desk to get a better view of Brittany's face.

Brittany was still very much blushing. Words didn't seem to come from her. Natalie answered for her.

"Her dad is one of her most frequent customers, Mr. Conner." Natalie turned to see the hopeful shock in his eyes. Her finger plunged into Brittany from the arousal of the revelation.

"Really? Then I take it he's okay with his sweet, little girl getting naked for complete strangers?" Garrett didn't expect a reply. Brittany's eyes closed lazily. She bit her lip and shook her head slowly as Natalie's finger slowly massaged inside her. Garrett decided to shut up and enjoy the unbelievable sight unfolding before his eyes.

Natalie leaned over and began kissing Brittany passionately on the lips. Her breasts contorted as they pressed against Brittany's smooth flesh. They kissed for quite some time and Garrett enjoyed every second of it. Their tongues played silently, slowly; Garrett assumed they knew exactly what looked sexy to him.

Natalie slowly licked and kissed Brittany's neck, making her laugh a little. Her airy giggle gave her age away. Soft, playful, slightly uneasy.

Natalie's lips smacked as she sucked hard on Brittany's sweet little nipples. Her breasts were so small, they were basically nothing but nipples. She honestly looked like she could pass as an eight year old. Garrett found that ridiculously hot. Not that she appeared to be very young, but because she was barely of age and looked that young.

Garrett's erection pressed uncomfortably against his slacks. Seeing his gorgeous, young coworker sucking on the tight, pink nipples of a high school girl was way too much. But he stood, silently observing.

Natalie began working her way down Brittany's stomach. Brittany's abs tightened hard as she spread her legs in the air. Natalie gently began kissing the girl's inner thighs, creeping up until she planted a little pop kiss on the girl's drenched pussy. Brittany gasped as the kiss became a slow, flat-tongued lick, all the way from the young girl's puckered asshole, to above her clitoris. Brittany's legs flailed from the intense sensation.

Natalie turned to Garrett, his mouth opened and breathing heavily. She looked at him intensely, her cheek laying on Brittany's inner thigh. Her tongue pointed and cupped, she stared at him as she slowly flicked at the folds of the girl's pussy. It opened in the actual place that Natalie licked, closing tight immediately below, as her tongue moved up.

Garrett didn't want to appear to be too giddy about this. He tried to remain neutral, playing it safe and hoping he wouldn't do anything to ruin it. He couldn't believe this was happening in the first place. Natalie slowly began fingering her. The girl was so completely soaked, the valley made between Natalie's two tightly touching fingers, dripped and caked with the girl's juices.

Garrett couldn't control his cool anymore. He had never been the kind of guy to play games. He had never tried to appear so cool and calm that something of this magnitude seemed to be just another thing. He knew one of the main reasons girls did this was to get that goofy, dazed reaction from a guy.

"Come closer Garrett, I mean Mr. Conner. It's not everyday you get to see this."

"I've never seen this. At least not in person." Garrett moved in closer, his face a few feet away from Brittany's leg.

"Closer."

Garrett inched further.

"Closer, Mr. Conner. I want you to smell her." 

His face was now about six inches from Brittany's deliciously wet pussy. His eyes grew relaxed with seduction as he felt the backside of Natalie's hand as it brushed against his cheek.

"Can you smell her, Mr. Conner? Doesn't she smell so good?" Natalie slowly eased her fingers all the way inside, pressed them ever deeper, curled her fingertips, and slowly began pulling them out.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 08



Garrett nodded in agreement. He felt as if he were going to cum in his pants without any provocation.

Natalie slowly removed her fingers from Brittany's pussy, the girl exhaling hard from the void. She held her fingers up to Garrett's face. "Look how wet she gets. Little girl's always get so wet."

Natalie opened her mouth, spread her fingers apart and began licking Brittany's juices from her fingers. The wet strands clinged to each finger until she politely removed it. She stared Garrett in the eyes as she slowly squeezed her thin fingers back inside Brittany and began fingering her so seductively, not any any hurry to get the girl off.

"Look at how pretty her pussy is, Mr. Conner." Natalie petted her pussy, spreading the folds so he could peer inside.

"She looks like a little girl, doesn't she?" Natalie whispered as her face drew closer to Brittany's wanting hole. She lightly traced Brittany's pussy with her tongue, keeping eye contact with Garrett. Her eyes pierced Garrett's. Those sexy, cat eyes, fiery in the ecstacy of the closeness of her audience.

Natalie began lapping at her pussy, making loud slurping sounds from the wetness. She darted her sharpened tongue in a out of the little girl's opening, flicking her tongue up her clit, circling it several times, suckling on it, and diving it back inside her. Garrett watched as the girl's pussy opened from the deep, swirling motion of Natalie's tongue. He was so close, his cheek brushed against Brittany's soft inner thigh. It felt like the softest thing he had ever felt. God, she did look just like a young girl. A little girl getting her hairless pussy licked by another young, gorgeous girl.

Garrett's knees trembled and Natalie felt it. She pointed behind her. "Sit on the floor behind me," she demanded.

Garrett sat down on the hard, industrial carpet. Natalie began lapping at Brittany's pussy once again. Garrett could see between Natalie's stocking-covered legs, between her perfect hanging breasts. He could see her tongue lovingly licking the full length of her friend's pussy. This view was even better then the last.

Natalie's hands slid down her hips. She pinched the edge of her skirt, pulling it up until almost her entire ass was in view. He slid his legs between Natalie's, scooting his butt closer to her. He finally got that close-up view that he had been longing for. Her pussy was incredible. In all of his years of being this close, he had never seen one this peachy color. It was already opened slightly from her juices. Apparently it had been untouched for quite some time. A small, clear drop begged to be released from slightly inside the lazily opened folds. Another droplet clung to the tip of her clit.

Oh God how he wanting to lick it off! But he didn't exactly know what his boundaries were. Her pussy was so incredibly sexy to him. The color of it was so amazingly different. Garrett gazed between Natalie's legs at Brittany's pussy. Garrett noticed how unbelievably small it actually was. From the hood to the very bottom of her pussy, it couldn't have been much longer then the end of Garrett's thumb.

He watched as Natalie's finger delicately slipped between her legs. She looked at him through her legs, fingering Brittany. God damn she looked so hot! Natalie's shiny juice dripped onto the tip of her finger and Garrett stared in astonishment as her hand extended between her legs, coming closer to his face. She held it to his mouth. He opened and lightly licked the drop off. The taste was indescribable. Very light, slightly sweet and slippery. How the hell could this all be happening to him?

Garrett savored the taste as Natalie began easing her finger inside her own pussy. He grabbed at his aching cock at the sensory overload. Long sexy legs spread, the knees tightly locked...silky, black thigh highs stretched around them...the little black skirt taught from her legs being stretched...how it collected above her ass...her tight, tanned ass and the hard line at the top of her ass cheeks from obviously working the fuck out of it...her wet, perfect, peach pussy and her thin finger fucking it...her firm, round tits hanging below her...her gorgeous mouth sucking on a young girl's pussy...that young girl's incredibly tiny, pink pussy being licked by another beautiful girl...her tiny body writhing in ecstasy...it was incredible! Garrett felt his balls tighten hard.

His hands extended without will. He ran his hands up and down the backs of Natalie's legs. She moaned from the contact. He felt how soft and oddly cool they were. He ran his hands up her inner thighs and traced the lacy tops of her stockings. This was further then he thought he would ever go with her. He tried desperately to make sure nothing happened between them, but this was too perfect an opportunity. And then he touched skin. Wonderfully tight, ridiculously soft, perfectly tanned, naked skin. The tops of her thighs, right where her ass connected. And then he ventured up higher, feeling his cock pulse as he caressed her firm, round buttocks. My God this felt so good!

Natalie's hand reached around her back and grabbed his arm. She tugged on it and brought it between her legs. She pressed his hand against her smoldering cunt. She wiggled in excitement as Garrett began tracing her pussy with one finger.

"Shit! I'm actually touching my gorgeous twenty year old receptionist's pussy!" Garrett always took a mental note of everything in incredible detail so that he could think about it for as long as possible when it was over. He began fingering her, amazed at how wet she got. He wanted to taste her. He knew his daughter would never understand, but he couldn't help it. His mind fought with him at the most unwanted time. He leaned forward and seemed to lose touch with reality. One lick. 

One single lick up the entire length of Natalie's pussy. Her juices seemed to pour onto his tongue as he raked up it. He didn't stop until his tongue came out from between the top of her ass cheeks. He licked it again. And again. Fuck she tasted good! Clean and sweet, her juices collected on the breadth of his softened tongue. He lapped at it and sucked her clit, and flicked at it and sucked it some more. He slid his tongue inside her and licked the tender walls of her hole. He felt her kegel muscles contract, sucking on his tongue. He pulled his tongue out and gave it one more taste.

"Okay enough. You tasted her, now that's it," he thought to himself.

Natalie's back arched, offering him more. She liked it and he knew it. His conscience played with him, telling him things would be different between them if it went any further. She lowered herself onto her knees, looking back at him in sheer lust. His legs stretched out in front of him, straight and together, as her legs straddled them. He could see up her fabulous bare back, to her lustrous dark, cropped hair and her head pressed between Brittany's thin legs.

He hadn't really gotten a good look at Brittany in the face yet, but found himself mesmerized as her body rose from the desk. He could see her above Natalie. Her bouncy curls slightly tangled, her thin lips pouting, her pink cheeks flushed, contrasting with her pale, alabaster skin tone. She lifted her legs high and rested her tiny white feet on Natalie's much dark shoulders; her knees spreading wide apart. Garrett examined her upper body--her small sexy breasts, her nipples so pink and tiny they almost disappeared into her fair skin. She opened her eyes slightly, looking down at Garrett--dark brown pupils that seemed to fill her entire eye opening. They defined her entire face, the darkness of them bursting from her pale skin. He finally got a real look at her. She looked just like a baby doll. Garrett dug his nails into back of Natalie's thighs at the sight of her.

Natalie lowered herself onto Garrett's crotch, forcing her dripping vagina across his fabric-covered cock. She rocked her hips in long, staggered circles, catching the folds of his pants with her clit and grinding hard on it, until it burst from her. Garrett felt himself clench his entire body to escape from the pending climax. He cupped his hand between her firm ass cheeks and began swirling his fingers against her clit, hard. He slipped his thumb deep inside her pussy, massaging the inside wall. He watched Brittany as she whimpered and cried out loudly, obviously forgetting about her nervousness. She smiled at him, then closed her eyes; her eyebrows rising high on her forehead. That smile could melt anyone. Garrett imagined her as a young, innocent girl, having her first orgasm.

Garrett's other hand squeezed on Natalie's firm buttocks. He smacked them a few times, watching the blood come to the surface of her skin. Her ass waved at him, taunting him for more. She oozed in her juices, enough lubrication for days of endless fucking. He extended out his index finger, pointing at the intended target, without teasing even the least bit, and slipped it completely into her tight ass hole.

"OH FUCK YES!" Natalie's face emerged from between Brittany's legs, grunting and crying out. Garrett began stabbing Natalie's ass with his finger. The harder he did it, the more she moaned as she began loudly sucking on Brittany's cunt. Brittany's body jerked as she cried out.

"I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!"

Garrett thought Natalie would rip his fingers off if she pressed any harder. He could feel his fingers stretching so far. Natalie suddenly subsided, her hips making only minute movements. She turned to him as he rested back on his hands. She stood up, turned to face him, one foot on each side of his body. Her legs bent slightly backwards, straining, as she bent completely over, her hair tickling his face. She slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Garrett was almost scared, wondering what she was up to.

Suddenly her face rose to meet his. She smiled.

"I've been waiting a while to see this nice dick, Mr. Conner." Natalie slid her soft, thin fingers into his pants, lightly slipping her fingers around his rock hard desperation.

"Mmm, no underwear. I like that." Natalie slowly worked Garrett's dress slacks down his muscular legs. She worked off his Italian leather shoes and socks, then slipped the pants completely off him. With his legs together, his massive balls looked even bigger.

"My God, look at those balls, Brit! Mmmm, nice and shaved too." Brittany was now leaning up on the desk, touching Natalie's bent behind and peeking over to see what she was talking about.

"Wow, I want that inside me, Natalie," Brittany said lightly.

"Not before me! I've been waiting for this."

Garrett panicked. He suddenly remembered how much his daughter begged him not to fuck Natalie. He didn't really understand if it was because of his wife and their marriage or because Makayla wanted to fuck him for herself. He really couldn't think right now. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to cum. And he did say if he ever got a chance at a threesome, he didn't care what the price was. But if he had to choose taking his daughter's virginity or fucking these two beauties, he'd choose his daughter any day. All his thoughts expelled from him as he watched Natalie turn around, facing away from him. She placed her hands on her thighs as her upper body bent. Her legs strained but apparently she was quite limber. He watched as her skirt lifted up, revealing that perfect pussy once more, but was quickly distracted by her face looking at him, upside down between her legs. Her hand gently wrapped around the base of his cock and almost immediately her mouth met the tip.

Garrett almost came as she lightly flicked her tongue across the opening of his cock. He saw a bead of his precum disappear from it.

"Oh fuck, that tastes good. Brit, jump down here and taste this."

Garrett thought he was dreaming. There was no way this was actually happening. He felt he might wake up soon.

He could see Brittany lower her little, naked body onto her knees, between his legs. Natalie tightly worked her hand up and down Garrett's shaft, precum building at the tip. He watched the shiny, bead grow larger and larger. Brittany's innocent-looking face got closer.

"Mmmm, that's a good one Brit. Lick that off."

Brittany leaned in closer, slipping out her tongue. She looked at Garrett with those big, brown eyes as she gently licked the drop off his cock head. He watched it collect on her tongue and inhaled loudly as she swirled her tongue around in her mouth.

Natalie's mouth drew closer to his throbbing cock, still standing, completely bent over. The view was incredible. Her long, tone, stocking-covered legs stretched up to her firm ass, her skirt lifted high so that he could take in that glorious peach pussy. He could see her perky breasts stretching a little from being leaned over, her beautiful hand wrapped around his cock. He could see her perfect face reaching for his cock, those pouty lips opening above it, and Brittany's perky, naked, little girl body wedged between his legs. Heaven.

Natalie motioned something to Brittany. Garrett clenched as hard as he could as Natalie began licking the top-side of his cock, while Brittany slithered her tongue up the underside.

"Oh fuck!" Garrett yelled. His voice echoing through the building. They continued doing that until Natalie opened her mouth at the top and gently sucked ever inch into her mouth. He gasped as his cock completely disappeared into her sexy mouth, her lips puckered, her throat expanding to take all of him in. She slowly pulled on his cock as she sucked it. Her tongue swirling and flicking against it. She raised her head, letting him out of her mouth, only to fully take him in again, over and over. The tension was overcoming. She sucked so hard, and at times, opened her mouth just barely to let him feel the difference.

Then, Brittany's small, girlish tongue began licking Garrett's tightened balls. She licked lightly, barely touching the skin, then a slow, long, flat-tongued lick from well below his balls all the way up. She began swirling her tongue around them, flicking occasionally.

"Oh my God, you're gonna make me cum!" Garrett yelled out. It was partly a warning and partly a compliment.

Natalie's mouth slowly released his cock; pools of saliva drooled down his cock. She looked at him between her legs.

"Well we don't want that now do we? At least not yet." Natalie lightly stocked his cock, like she was consoling a hurt puppy.

Brittany continued to lick his balls which felt tremendous. Natalie raised up and casually lowered herself closer to Garrett. He watched as her ass lowered, her dripping pussy hovering above him. Her knees bent wildly as her body lowered. This girl must be a gymnast. She slowly lowered until her pussy opened slightly to invite him inside. The tip of his cock almost vibrated in ecstasy. Brittany's face raised to see the insertion, but Natalie stayed put.

"Come here little girl and lick my pussy," Natalie commanded of Brittany.

Brittany raised up to meet Natalie's pussy, lightly licking her clit. Natalie cooed as she sucked on it, flicking her tongue against it. Garrett could see her face between his and Natalie's legs, her sweet, little tongue lapping playfully. He groaned in excitement seeing the tiny thing licking another girl's pussy. Especially with his cock lightly separating the other girl's cunt. Garrett's moans matched Natalie's as Brittany began licking his cock all the way up until she got to Natalie and continued licking her pussy. He felt her young, wet tongue lapping at the opening. She licked them both, together, repeatedly and then slipped her tongue inside Natalie's vagina. He could feel the underside of her tongue wiggling against his dick. The mental awareness that this young, high school girl was licking his cock and Natalie's gorgeous peach pussy at the same time, and his cock being lightly wedged into Natalie's hungry cunt began to process.

"OH GOD!" Garrett yelled again. Immediately Natalie and Brittany separated from him.

"Maybe this is a good time to see what Brittany tastes like, Mr Conner?" Natalie held out her hand to help Brittany to her feet. "Would you like to taste her pretty little high school pussy?"

"God yes." Garrett watched as Natalie walked Brittany over Garrett's chest and asked her to sit on it. Brittany began unbuttoning Garrett's shirt while Natalie helped him out of it. His cock leaped as her smooth, bare pussy and soft, cute ass pressed against his skin.

"Bend you legs, Mr. Conner."

He did so as Natalie instructed Brittany to lean back against them.

Her pussy was simply jaw-dropping. It was so tiny Garrett wondered how any guy could get themselves inside her. It was closed tightly, only the thinnest sliver of her lips showed.

Natalie walked behind Garrett and sat down. She raised his head enough to where she could slide in underneath him. She relaxed his head on her stomach, so that his head wouldn't strain. Garrett could feel her hot pussy burning with wetness into his bare back. She leaned over him, until her breasts lay lightly on his forehead.

"She looks so sweet, doesn't she?"

"Mmmhmmm."

"Looks just like a little girl. Oh she tastes like one too. Taste her pretty little pussy, Mr. Conner."

Brittany arched her little back, bringing her pussy to his lips as Natalie lightly whispered into his ear.

"Lick that cute, little pussy Garrett. Taste how sweet she is."

Brittany immediately squealed and jerked as Garrett's mouth opened to taste her. His tongue slowly dug into her thin lips. My God, she did taste amazing! Her lips opened so tenderly; they felt so smooth. Garrett was surprised at how Brittany's pussy had a cool feeling to it. Her sweet juices replenished themselves after each lick. He had tasted something similar before, but what was it?

Natalie whispered in his ear, her voice sending chills through his body. "Tastes like honeysuckle, doesn't it?" The S's tickled the hairs in his ears.

That was it! She tasted exactly like honeysuckle! Garrett lapped at her tiny pussy, sucking feverishly on her tight, little clit.

All three of them jumped as the phone rang on top of Natalie's desk. They sat still for a moment. Garrett began tasting the sweetness again. Three rings later and the voice mail picked up.

"Dad, are you there? I feel asleep waiting for you. Are you working late? I hope you're okay. Call me and let me know what's going on." The phone clicked and the message beeped occasionally.

"I'll tell you what's going on, Kalya. He's licking a pretty, little high school girl's pussy right now. Tastes so good, doesn't it Mr. Conner?" Natalie laughed somewhat maliciously. Brittany only smiled. But Garrett had a rush of worry course through him. He stopped.

"Had enough? I don't see how but let's try something else. Natalie eased herself out from under Garrett as Brittany stood up.

"Oh no, Natalie. He went limp." Brittany frowned cutely. "It's my turn now. She turned around, spreading her thin legs around Garrett's side. He looked at her tiny ass, perked up in his face. Her sweet pussy teasing him. he glanced at her tattoo: 'Daddy's Little Girl,' in script lettering and a tiny teddy bear below it. Garrett's mind ticked, thinking for a moment. He felt her mouth sucking his flaccid cock in. Her tongue rolled around the tip, making him shake from the intensity. Soon his dick became achingly hard again. Brittany choked quietly as it filled her mouth. He felt his cum building up again, this time with a little more control. Her tiny pussy lay just above his mouth. Damn it, it looked so cute. He couldn't help but taste it again.

"Okay, my time," Natalie tugged on Brittany's hair. Brittany looked up at her.

"Oh no way! I want this inside me right now! Just for a minute." Brittany turned to face Garrett, throwing her leg over his hip. She lowered herself to meet his spit-covered cock. Natalie knelt down beside Garrett.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 08



"You're gonna love this, Mr. Conner. Imagine she's a sweet, little, innocent girl and you're about to fuck her. Look at her precious little pussy begging for your cock. Are you ready to have a pretty high school cheerleader fuck you, Mr. Conner?

Garrett nodded in agreement.

Brittany eased the tip of his dick between her thin lips. Her face grimaced at the slight pain. She eased down a little more, the slid back up. This was going to take some time. Her tiny fingers dug into his chest.

"Oh my God it's so big!"

"Hurts princess?" Natalie stared at Garrett.

"A little, yeah." Brittany sucked in oxygen as she slid further down. "Oww."

"Take your time, Brit. Ever had your cock in a pussy that little before, Mr. Conner?"

"Nu-nu-not that I can remember, no." Garrett actually felt his cock slightly soften occasionally from the immense pressure it took to stay inside her. She was so tight he had to lift himself up, forcefully, to meet her pressing down on him.

"Just like a little girl's?" Natalie cupped her tits.

"I wouldn't know." Garrett found Natalie to be a little crazy at times. Her thoughts had no limits.

"UH! Almost!" Brittany squeezed in more of Garrett's cock. She whimpered and squealed each time she pushed him deeper inside of her.

Garrett felt the tip of his cock stretching inside her. He looked down, noticing his cock seemed to be much too big for her opening. Her outer lips bulged around his thickness. Every part of his hardness was squeezed by her. She was as tight as a condom. Maybe tighter. He felt her small ass pressing against his hips.

"OH FUCK YES!" Brittany sat on top of Garrett, looking at him in her triumph.

"Do I feel good, Mr. Conner?" She made a sweet, innocent face as she began raising herself up and down his cock.

"You feel incredible, honey." Garrett knew he'd cum soon.

She squealed quite loud at times as she continued to get her tiny pussy used to his thickness. Garrett felt himself closer to orgasm each time she did it.

"Sounds to me like a little girl getting fucked for the first time. Listen to how she whimpers, Mr. Conner. How she squeals just like a little girl as she fucks your big dick. She's only eighteen, you know. Or is she?" Natalie whispered into his ear. It definitely wasn't helping him hold his load.

"Oh shit," Garrett mumbled as Brittany began gyrating her little body against him, working his cock deeper into her as she thrusted. he wrapped his hands around her waist, trying to regain some control. He definitely didn't want to cum just yet. He felt the fingers of each hand touch the others across her back. He looked and saw she was so small, he could almost touch his thumbs together too. He slid his hands down to her hips, and gently wrapped them around her cute, little naked ass. My God it was so tiny! Her buttocks were barely as big as his hands. He imagined how hard he could fuck her if he were in control.

"Okay, it's my turn!" Natalie yelled, interrupting their bliss.

"Aww! I just got used to him," Brittany frowed, her big puppy dog eyes in Natalie's direction. She looked at Garrett, slowly easing his cock out of her. He clinched his eyes closed at the agony of it leaving her. She slid up on him a bit and gave him a nice, slow, tongue-kiss, then raised up to let him lick her tiny breasts. Her nipples so pink, the size of dimes. He licked and sucked on them until Natalie intterupted again.

"Get between his legs and hold his cock, Brit. I'm going to blow your mind now, Mr. Conner." Natalie motioned to Brittany as she slipped off her heels. Standing beside him, she unzipped the back of her skirt, letting it slink down those wonderful, stocking-covered legs. She looked incredible, standing there completely naked, except for those silky, black thigh highs stretched around her upper thighs. She stood beside Garrett for a moment, letting him take in her beauty. One of her legs reached across Garrett's waist until her feet were planted on either side of him.

Garrett started to fight with himself again. He promised his daughter he wouldn't. But how could he stop this without looking like an idiot. It had already gone way too far. Why wasn't he enjoying this as much as he should? I mean it was incredible but something nagged at him.

Natalie leaned over and held the weight of her body with her hands on Garrett's thighs. Brittany knelt between his legs, holding his aching dick. And suddenly Garrett was overwhelmed at what he was seeing.

Natalie's feet seemed to glide across the floor, separating wider and wider apart. Her tiptoes glided across the carpet, all of her weight on her arms. Her legs spread as her ass lowered closer to his stiff rod. Then, her legs lifted off of the ground, completely spread in an incredibly hot, no unfathomably hot, unspeakably hot, unbelievably hot split. Her toes pointed outward; he could see the muscles in her legs tighten. Her ass became a solid mass of rock; huge dimples in each cheek. Garrett knew he couldn't hold it for long, looking at this. This was probably the hottest thing that had ever happened to him, including watching the two girls lick each other.

Slowly she lowered her pussy to the tip of Garrett's dick. Her control was amazing. Brittany lightly spread Natalie's juicy lips apart. Just enough that Garrett's cock barely entered her. Slowly she lowered her body down onto Garrett's cock. Her entire body, except for her hands, remained in the air--nothing but the wet, warm tightness of her pussy touched him. It was indescribable. It was amazing. It had never felt so different in his entire life.

"Holy...fucking...SHHHHHIIIIIT!" Garrett panted for air, closing his eyes momentarily from the intense vision. His eyes rolled back as his cock was sucked in deeper and deeper into his sexy, twenty year old receptionist's tight, little cunt.

She lowered even more until her buttocks lightly grazed his pelvis, then raised back up, as slowly as she had went down. Her muscles clenched hard around the thick intrusion. ALmost as tight as Brittany's. Her pussy sucked his cock all the way up until his cock head began to emerge. He stared at her pussy. There was absolutely no room to fit anything else inside. It clamped down like it was trying to strangle him.

"Oh GOD!" He gasped out loud as he watched her pussy release it's tight hold on him, opening up as she lowered herself again. As she had him completely in, she relocated her weight to her lower body. Her ass weighed down on him. He grunted like a wild animal as her hips began to thrust back in forth in such a sensually liquid motion. Her legs still raised high and wide, Garrett felt the ever-looming cum trying to purge itself into her. This was the kind of girl you begged for mercy and asked for more afterward.

Her hips rocked like an ocean current. He watched as her ass tightened and released over and over. He knew he should look away to preserve himself, but he couldn't. Who would? Her taught, naked body was any man's dream.

Slowly she raised herself back up. Her body hovered him. But this wasn't what Natalie was referring to when she claimed she would blow his mind. Most men would think so.

Slowly, methodically, she shifted her weight more to one hand and relocated her other hand between his legs. Then her other hand landed on one side of his thigh. Slowly he watched in amazement as she turned her entire body around until she faced him. Nothing ever touched his body except her hands. She spun around on his cock in a tight, spread, stone-like posture. Her hands weighed down on his tightened abs. She lifted herself until he almost came out of her, bounced a little, lowered down slightly on him a few times, then raised all the way up and held it. Her firm, round breasts squeezed tight between her strong arms. He looked down her stomach, her wonderful abs lightly embossed, down to her bare pussy, holding him in. Those fucking thigh highs looked incredible, framing her naked ass and pussy just like he liked it. She stared at him like the goddess of women she was, her body started to shake from the tenseness. And the she let go of her hands.

Her body fell onto Garrett's; her legs still spread. She screamed like a siren as his cock ripped into her. He felt his cock slam deep inside her. All of her weight and the fall had made Garrett enter deeper then he had ever been. If it weren't for the shock, Garrett would have came immediately. His heart beat wildly as Natalie rested her chin on her palms; her elbows digging into his chest. She looked at him trying to find her breath. Her perfect breasts pressed against his skin. Her legs were still in a split, but her feet hand now found the Earth again. He watched her as she undulated on his cock. He could see the tight creases in her upper thighs and hips as she gently fucked him.

"Tell me you've never had that happen before." Natalie smiled as kissed him full on the lips, her eyes wide like a young child at Christmas. She was obviously impressed at herself.

"Never." Is all Garrett could muster. He sighed as Brittany began licking his balls, occasionally spreading his ass to gently tickle his hole with her tongue.

"RINGGGGGGGG!" The phone belted out again.

Natalie turned to look at it, naturally. She turned back to Garrett.

"Damn it, Kayla, can't you figure out he's fucking his secretary?" She smiled at him slyly, rocking her body in a rhythm.

Garrett's heart dropped. He was doing what he said he would never do. He panicked. Natalie could tell.

"It's okay, Mr. Conner. Just lay back and get fucked by two gorgeous, little girls. The phone continued to ring. Natalie yelled at her idea. "Mr. Conner, answer the phone and talk to your daughter while I fuck you! Oh my God that would be so fucking hot!"

Garrett actually glared at her. She was insane. He would never do that, although it was kind of sexy to think about. The voice mail beeped. Garrett heard sobbing.

"Dad?...Where are you? Listen, Mom's been in a car wreck. She's in intensive care. I don't know if she's okay or not. They won't let me in. Please call me!"

Natalie sat on Garrett motionless, looking for his reaction. His dick still inside her.

"Oh my God, Mr. Conner! Do you want me to go with you?"

"Please get up, Natalie. I need to go." Garrett lifted Natalie up a little to show he meant it. His penis slithered out of her, drenched in juices. Natalie's pussy poured all over it, dripping all over his stomach.

"Here, let me go get some paper towels, Mr. Conner."

"I don't have time, Natalie." Garrett began slipping on his pants.

"I'm so sorry," Brittany said. A small tear hung on her eyelash. She stood back to give him room to move.

"Thank you sweetheart." Garrett looked at her and smiled. She seemed to be a nice girl that ended up going the wrong way.

"Mr. Conner, I'm coming with you." Natalie tugged at his arm.

"No, you're not. This has nothing to do with you."

"I know. But I want to be there for you. You've been here for me." Natalie pressed herself into his bare back, wrapping her arms around him. Garrett pushed away and turned to face her.

"Natalie, let's cut the shit. You and I both know why you're here. I know you thought you had such a wonderful plan. You thought you worked it out so perfectly. And yes, maybe it did work. But this is it and I mean it. You know damn well you can't go with me! It's after midnight and you walking in with me would be pretty obvious, don't you think? Now get out of my way." Garrett grabbed his shirt, shoes and socks and walked down the hallway toward his truck. He turned briefly to see the two girls. Both of them stood, watching him leave, both still naked. He disgusted himself.

"Gosh, I hope his wife is okay." Brittany reached for her panties.

"It doesn't matter any way. They're getting divorced." Natalie stood looking at Brittany, her hand on her hip. "What are you getting dressed for? We're not done."

"Natalie, that's just fucked up. Even if they are getting a divorce, it's still a person's life. I'm going home. And we are done."

"So go, you bitch. I'm going to the hospital." Natalie began putting her clothes back on.

"Natalie, for once think about someone other then yourself. Garrett was right. If you go, you're only going to make things worse."

"I'm going for Mr. Conner. Don't ever call him Garrett again. I don't care about his wife or his daughter."

"Then let me go with you, okay?" Brittany felt if she went, it might dismiss the notion that Garrett and Natalie were fooling around.

"Nope. This has nothing to do with you. You don't even know him." Natalie waved her to the door, so she could lock up.

Brittany followed Natalie to her car. Natalie slid into the seat, closed the door and started the car. Brittany knocked on the window. It rolled down.

"What, Brittany?"

"Mr. Conner needs to handle this with his family. Please don't go."

Natalie ignored the plea, shoved the car into reverse and sped away.



What Once Was Innocent Ch. 09



"Dad, where the hell have you been?" Makayla rose to her father walking down the long corridor. She ran to him, eyes beginning to tear up again.

"I'm sorry Honey, I fell asleep at work." Garrett wrapped his arms around his daughter's neck as she squeezed him around the waist.

Makayla looked up horrified at her father. "Daddy, you smell like perfume."

"How's your mother, Honey?" Garrett pulled away from his daughter's embrace.

"You mean your wife?" Makayla had an ever-growing concern growing on her face. She stood looking at her father, yet he gave no response. "She's not good, Daddy. She, um..., Dad she may have brain damage."

"Oh God, no! What have they said? Where's the doctor?" Garrett's concern for his wife immediately kicked in.

"Daddy, I think they're in surgery. The other guy isn't good either." Makayla looked down at her feet.

"What other guy? How many cars were involved?"

"Just hers, Dad. I wanted to tell you before you got here, but you wouldn't answer you phone." Makayla looked up at her Dad's questioning stare.

"What do you mean the other guy? Did she hit someone?"

"No Daddy, she was with a man." Makayla grimaced at the thought.

"A friend?" Garrett's face flushed with anger.

"I really don't know, Daddy. When the officer knocked on the door, all I did was put on my clothes and came here. Come sit down. You look tired." Makayla motioned for him to follow her into the waiting room.

Garrett sat and looked into Makayla's eyes. "Do you think...?"

"I don't know, Daddy. Let's just think about mom right now." Makayla laid her hand on her father's and lightly traced his fingers with her nails. Without looking at him she asked, "Dad, is there something you need to tell me?"

Garrett swallowed hard and turned to face his lovely daughter. "Yes, there is, Honey. Tonight I fell asleep at work. I was exhausted with a terrible headac..."

"Mr. Conner, is she alright?" Natalie's heels clonked down the linoleum hall. Makayla's eyes opened wide is disbelief.

"Natalie, what are you doing here?" Garrett felt his body grow cold and he wondered if she was about to really do him in.

"I came in the office a few minutes ago and listened to Makayla's voice mails. Hey Kayla, sorry about your mother." Natalie glanced and made a make-shift smile and returned her focus to Garrett.

Makayla's face gave away her questioning thoughts.

"Well you didn't have to come here, you know. You could have just called." Garrett prayed a silent prayer that she wouldn't stay long enough to do any damage.

"I know, but the hospital is on the way to my house. I thought it would be nice to stop by and see how you both are holding up and see if she's okay."

Makayla glared at Natalie, realizing how much her mother hated her for working for her dad. "So, why were you at the office so late, Natalie?"

"I forgot a few things and stopped by on my way from Club Syndicate." Natalie was obviously a great liar.

"The strip club?" Makayla held her stare.

"Yes. You do know that Brittany works there now, right?"

"Brittany? She's still in high school!"

"Yeah, but I don't guess they know that--yet."

As Makayla was doubting Natalie's whereabouts, Brittany shyly walked up behind them.

"Natalie, you left your lipstick in my car. I thought I'd bring it to you before I went home." Brittany smiled, looking at Makayla and Garrett.

Natalie turned her back from Garrett and Makayla and snarled her nose at Brittany. "Thank you, Brittany. You REALLY didn't have to do that. I could have gotten it tomorrow." She glared at Brittany.

"It's okay. I just thought you might need it. Hi, Makayla. Is everything okay?"

"No, it's not, Brittany, but thank you for asking. It actually sounded genuine." Makayla continued to glared at Natalie, never taking her eyes off of her. "So, Natalie. Did you see my dad while you were at the office? You got here only a few minutes after him."

Garrett felt the inevitable bomb about to explode.

"Yes. Why?" Natalie smiled. Apparently she was about to finish screwing Garrett.

Brittany cocked her head. "You saw him? I was with you the whole time and I don't remember seeing him."

Natalie's face tensed. They could see the frustration building on her face. "Yes I saw him, Brittany. Don't be so stupid! You know you saw him too."

"Not unless I was hallucinating. You know X does that sometimes."

"Oh my God! You two are high?!" Makayla looked at her father, hoping he would end this all.

"Not anymore, Makayla. At least I'm not. Natalie here, on the other hand, seems to be seeing things." Brittany grabbed Natalie's arm forcefully and tugged. "Come on Natalie, we need to be going. They need their privacy."

Brittany's statue was by no means anywhere big enough to even slightly budge Natalie's muscular frame. But apparently Natalie felt Brittany had just given enough doubt to her story, that she felt it best to leave as well.

"I'm sorry for whatever is going on, Makayla. Nice to meet you, sir." Brittany smiled and backed up a step.

"It's Garrett, Brittany. Nice to meet you too."

"Come on Natalie. Hope to see you again, Makayla."

"Bye." Makayla was now confused. She smelled the perfume on her father. She heard Natalie say she saw him. She knew it was only minutes before she barged it after him. But what about what Brittany had said?

"Dad?" Makayla grabbed his hand.

"Yes, Honey?" Garrett sensed the question before it came.

"What was that all about? Why did they come here?"

"Come in here, Princess." Garrett guided her into a unoccupied patient room. She looked at him patiently, worried about what he might say.

"I'm going to be honest with you. I don't really have to explain myself to you but you're my little girl and you should hear it from me first. I fell asleep at the office. I woke up around ten o'clock and heard someone in the office. I thought someone had broken in. I went to see what it was and it was Natalie and Brittany... And they were in the middle of something." Garrett held his breath.

"You mean having sex?"

"Yes. Having sex. And you know how I joke about liking that, right?" Well I scared them. And Natalie thought I would fire her. I was leaving and they asked me to watch." Garrett recoiled from the possible response from his daughter.

"So you did, right? I...I mean what warm-blooded man wouldn't?"

"Yes, I did watch."

"Did you like it? I'm sure you did; they're both knock outs."

"Of course I did."

"Did anything else happen, Daddy?"

Garrett inhaled deeply. "Yes, it did."

"Well?" Makayla braced herself.

"Well. I was just watching, at first. Natalie was saying things and it just looked so damn good. She asked me to sit behind her and I did. And before I knew it I couldn't take it anymore. I tasted her, Honey. I tasted Brittany too. And... Natalie kind of... kind of..." Garrett tried to find the right word.

"Kind of what, Dad?"

"She fucked me, okay? Not really fucked, but started to." Garrett turned away in disgust. He felt Makayla's hands reach around him, turning him back around.

"Daddy? What's wrong? What do you mean she started to fuck you?"

"Look, I feel horrible, okay? I let her seduce me. I knew I couldn't say no. SHe knew it too. I mean just seeing her and Brittany, and how it's been so long. She sat down on me and it just happened. It was only for a few minutes before you called." Garrett couldn't look at Makayla.

"Dad?" Makayla asked. "You don't have to answer to me. When I said you better not fool around with Natalie, it was for my own selfish reasons. I want you for me. I said it because I thought their might be something between you and Mom still. I said it because I can't see you with anyone else. It does hurt to know you did something with her, but I do know what you've been going through and what's being neglected too. I know there's probably no way in hell any man could say no to that. It's okay. Unlike Mom, I know what guys like. I know how they think. I know how you think. It's okay Dad. I guess you could say, in a weird way, we've both fucked Natalie now. So I can't be too upset with you." Makayla laughed quietly, trying to gauge her father's emotions.

"Thank you, Honey. She is pretty smoking, huh?"

"God yes! I honestly don't see how you held out for so long! I've seen what she wears to work, you know? But what a BITCH!"

Garrett's eyes began to tear up.

"Daddy, what's wrong?"

"I did this...this to you. To your mother. I did this while she was in the hospital. If I had been a better husband, a better father, I would have been home where I should be." Garrett collapsed on his daughter's shoulders sobbing. It was the first time Makayla had ever seen her father cry.

"Daddy, you are a good father. You're a wonderful father. Do you really think I'd ever have the feelings I do for you if you weren't? And you were a great husband. It lasted this long because of you. Mom was horrible to you. I saw that when I was very young. She never did anything for us. She only took care of herself. And think about it, Dad. She was with another man tonight. When I went in to see her, they gave me her clothes. And, Dad, they weren't what she normally wears, if you get the idea." Makayla hugged her father tightly, feeling the prickly stubble on his face, scratch at her smooth cheeks.

Garrett raised to look at his daughter. "I didn't really need to hear that. I've had my suspicions for a while now about her, though. And you... what kind of father lets, no, enjoys sexual advances from his daughter? What kind of father dreams about his daughter, even fantasizes about making love to her? That's just my point. I may have been good to you and tried to raise you right, but as soon as your tits grew, I started lusting after you. It's like I'm undoing what I've tried so hard to make sure is right."

"Dad, look at me. You are not to blame for Mom. You are not to blame for me. I am the one that started all of this. I am the one that teased you and made you think you could have sex with me. I am the one that put that into your head."

"But I am an adult. I should know better. I should be able to control myself. I should definitely be able to keep my mind from thinking about fucking my own daughter! And no, what you've done had nothing to do with me and my desires for you. I've wanted you for a very long time. And that is starting to make me sick."

"Daddy, you are an adult. But you're also a man. Men have very simple desires, but they also have desires that, to some people, are very disturbing. It's just the way you're made. I mean look at me, Daddy. Who wouldn't want to fuck this? You included." Makayla placed her hands on her hips and laughed. "Don't worry about your thoughts. Just be glad I share the same ones. Maybe even more so."

"You know you're the biggest blessing anyone could ever ask for, right?" Garrett kissed Makayla's cheek and hugged her as hard as he could, without snapping her in half.

"Yes, Daddy, I know. Same to you. You're a wonderful father. And you know what?" Makayla whispered in his ear, even though no one was in the room. "It kind of makes me hot to know that you fucked Natalie and Brittany. My dad fucked two of my so-called friends."

"I didn't fuck them."

"Oh...right...started to." Makayla blinked at her father. "Well maybe you should finish that sometime. I might actually enjoy watching my hot dad fuck two sexy, little girls brains out."

"Oh yeah? You definitely do know what guys like!" Garrett kissed her on the lips this time.

"As long as one of them is me!" Makayla slid her hand down and lightly patted her father's cock. "Let's go see about Mom."

Garrett cringed.

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Makayla held her father's sleeping head in her lap for almost two hours, her mind reeling over what the outcome might be. What kind of impact it might have on her and her father.

She lightly ran her fingers through his hair, staring at him. "I wonder if he really dreams about me," she thought. He was such an incredible man.

"Dad, wake up. The doctor is here." She tapped him on his temple hoping to rouse him.

Garrett opened his eyes, sleepily, hearing that sweet, innocent voice. He steadied himself as he sat up.

"Give it to us straight, Doc." Garrett was in no mood for medical nonsense.

The doctor peered down at them both through thick spectacles, spending a little too much time around Makaya's ample cleavage in her skimpy, thin, strappy night shirt.

"Mrs. Conner is still a concern. We are definitely keeping her here for a while. Her tests are inconclusive at this time. She hasn't responded to any physical testing and her MRI shows mild bleeding and she also has three broken ribs. There is no internal body damage and her lungs are operating normally, with slight help from a respirator. The other patient is in recovery. He too has several broken bones and a mild concussion.

"Who is the other patient and is he available to talk," Garrett questioned.

"I'm assuming you don't know then?" The doctor looked a little puzzled.

"Well I'm asking, aren't I?"

"He is a Mr. Barnsworth and no, he is not ready to receive patients."

"Is his wife here?" Garrett turned to see the expression on his daughter's face.

Liam Barnsworth was a mutual friend of Garrett and Rebecca's. They had met at a fund raiser six years ago and Rebecca had hit it off very well with his wife, Larissa. Rebecca had a very tough time finding a good friend. Most of the women she befriended often became jealous or competed much too hard with her. She never understood why. Larissa was a very attractive woman. She came somewhat close to being the knock-out that his wife was. Rebecca had asked many times if Garrett thought she was more attractive then her, always knowing the answer. But still, she prodded him with the juvenile questions.

On occasion, she had actually admitted, if she was 'that' way, she would choose someone like Larissa as her first. Garrett naturally enjoyed hearing such a thing, imagining them both frolicking naked with each other. He had prodded her, himself, asking far too many times if she was warming to the idea.

Once, the two couples had enjoyed a dinner party, while Makayla spent the night at a friend's house. Come to think of it, it was Natalie's house she stayed at. The foursome had drank a bit too much, playing a game of truth or dare (Rebecca's idea, oddly enough).

Rebecca chose truth, and Liam asked her if she would ever make out with another woman. Liam found it a little easier to say what was on his mind; maybe because his wife didn't scrutinize every little thing he uttered. Rebecca looked at Garrett, almost embarrassed and admitted, "If I was as drunk as I am now, maybe." Both Garrett and Liam ooh'ed and ahh'ed at the revelation.

Next it was Garrett's turn. He chose truth as well. Larissa asked Garrett if he would ever allow his wife to explore another woman's body. Garrett felt like they had an agenda from the start of the game. He felt trapped as his wife stared at him for an answer. They had discussed it before, almost always resulting in Rebecca's becoming furious with him.

"Well, I know Rebecca's position on this, but since it's a truth question... Yes, I would allow her to enjoy that, IF that's what she so desired." Garrett knew the game was probably over for his wife. He knew she would retire quite early from the game.

Larissa looked at Rebecca, "You are a very lucky woman. To have a man that will let you explore anything you wish."

Rebecca smiled, but anyone could tell it was for show.

Then came Larissa's turn. She chose dare. It was Garrett's turn to choose the dare. He looked at Rebecca to see if she had softened a little. Rebecca warmed up a little more as the laughter ensued. "Okay, since she's as drunk as she said she should properly be, I dare you, Larissa, to kiss my wife full on the lips."

Rebecca quickly shot Garrett a killing glance. "Hey you said you might, Darling," he eased.

"That's not really fair, seeing as both of us are doing the dare." Rebecca tensed.

"Oh come on, Rebecca! I'll let her! I'll even take your next go for it!" Liam laughed. "It's only a freaking kiss and plus if you don't, you lied about your last turn. So you know what that means?"

"No, I don't. I didn't know rules existed with truth or dare."

"Well you should now. It was your idea to play this. If you lie about a truth turn, you have to run around the house naked...outside!" Liam laughed hysterically as Garrett and Larissa both chimed in.

"I'll take your next turn too, Rebecca!" Larissa hoped to help settle her. She looked at Garrett in almost an apologetic manner, as if to say, "I can see that you can't feel free with this woman. She holds you down."

"Okay! If you all three take my next three turns, I'll do it. But only a small one and NO TONGUE! Rebecca perked up awaiting the kiss. Larissa slowly leaned over, sliding her body across the coffee table to meet Rebecca eye-to-eye.

"This is gonna be fun!" Larissa tried to assure Rebecca. Rebecca rolled her eyes, but in a 'I can't believe I'm doing this' way. Larissa slowly slid closer, sensing Rebecca's nervousness. She lightly placed her hand on Rebecca's cheek and leaned in further. Larissa left her eyes opened, gauging Rebecca's response as she pressed her lips against Garrett's wife's. Rebecca's eyes closed lightly as the sensation took over her body. Larissa parted her lips slightly, sucking in Rebecca's lower lip. Garrett could see his wife's chest relax quickly as she exhaled from the contact. Larissa slowly ran her tongue gently across Rebecca's lips, hoping she would accept. Garrett didn't know if it was the alcohol, the idea that she may have forgotten who she was kissing, or she was enjoying it, but he gasped quietly as his wife returned the favor.

Rebecca opened her mouth enough to slip her tongue out and Larissa immediately slithered hers into Rebecca's mouth. Both of them began playing, teasing each other's tongues, mouths opening to the point of looking like they were about to devour each other. Rebecca's muffled moan was heard loudly in the silent room. Larissa had lightly laid her hand on Rebecca's bare upper thigh and began coaxing her way up her skirt.

Garrett briefly looked at Liam, both in utter shock, as Rebecca slowly eased her legs open. Both of the wives were intently looking at each other as they kissed. Garrett ruled out that his wife must have forgotten who she was kissing. She was lazily staring at her partner's eyes. Garrett's cock emerged, eager and ready to go, as Larissa's fingertips lightly traced up the center of his wife's sexy, sheer red panties.

Rebecca flinched slightly, only to further relax. Garrett couldn't believe it. He was actually witnessing his wife kissing another gorgeous woman. And this woman was delicately tracing her panty-covered slit. And apparently Rebecca was taking the cue.

Rebecca's hand rose to Larissa's arm, lightly stroking it. She quickly made her way to Larissa's breast. She lightly cupped one of her perky, round 34c's in her palm, lightly squeezing it through the thin, cotton top. Garrett could tell, if she was wearing a bra, it was a very thin one. Slowly Rebecca pulled away. "Okay, I think that's plenty." Apparently her morals kicked in. Damn it.

They all sat in momentary silence. "Wow, that was hot," Garrett muttered.

"It sure as hell was!" Liam exclaimed.

"Okay, now all three of you have to take two turns and they all have to be dares! Oh and I get to say what you have to do." They all agreed.

Garrett fumed when he heard that name. Liam. That bastard. That home-wrecking bastard! How long had this gone on? He and Liam were practically best friends once. Rebecca had never been as happy as when Larissa was around. It seemed to give her a little reassurance of her worth. Larissa helped her through a lot of bad things, before. Hell, they both had watched his daughter while they went on their second honeymoon! HOW THE FUCK COULD HE!?




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 09



"He better hope he dies, because I'm going to kill that son of a bitch! Garrett paced across the hallway.

"Daddy, sit down. Calm yourself. You don't know every thing. Maybe there's an excuse...an explanation." Even Makayla doubted it.

"Honey, they moved three hours away almost two years ago. There's no reason why he should be here and me not know anything about it."

"Dad, just wait and see, okay? Do you have Larissa's number?" Call her and see if she knows he's here." Makayla handed her her mobile phone.

Garrett grabbed the phone. "I don't think I remember their number."

Makayla watched his hand shake, holding the phone. "Here, let me look in Mom's pocketbook and see if she has it somewhere." Makayla searched her mother's pocketbook, not mentioning the condoms in the side pocket. "Here's her black book. Let me find it, you relax." Makayla thumbed through the pages, finding Liam written down, but not his wife's name beside it. "Okay, here it is. Let me dial it."

Garrett stood above his daughter, so livid, he didn't even realize a tiny bit of Makalya's nipple peeking out of her top.

Makayla handed him the phone. "Should I talk to her, Daddy?"

"No, I'll handle this. I'm calm."

The phone began to ring. On the fourth ring, the answering machine clicked on. He waited to leave a message.

"Hi, Larissa. This is Garrett. Listen, Rebecca was in a car wreck tonight and I just wanted to let you know that we still don't know how bad it is. Um, well, you can call..." The phone picked up.

A groggy female voice answered, "Hello? Garrett? Are you there?"

"Larissa! Sorry to wake you."

"It's okay. I'm so sorry. When will you know anything?"

"We still don't know. We're waiting on more results. Didn't I wake Liam?"

"No, Liam is actually your way. He's on a business trip about thirty minutes from you. I can't believe he hasn't called you yet. He's been there for four days."

"I see." Garrett's temperature rose. He felt Makayla's hand grab for his free hand. He jerked away and turned with his back to her.

"Um, should I call him and let him know?" Larissa whispered.

"Somehow I think he already knows, sweetie."

"Come again?"

"Larissa, Liam is here too...in recovery."

"I'm not following. Sorry, it's a little too late for me. He had an accident too?"

"Larissa...um...Liam was with Rebecca. Do you know anything about it?"

"Um, no. He never said anything about meeting her. Why is something going on?"

Garrett could hear Larissa scuffling about in the bedroom.

"I think so, Larissa. And I don't think it's anything we both want to hear."

"You think...?" Larissa sounded so disturbed.

"Well I knew nothing of him coming here. I don't think you know, but Rebecca and I are getting divorced and she doesn't live in the house anymore. She hasn't even called in a few days, so I don't know what she's been doing. They both were in the same car and my daughter has her clothes. They're not normal clothes, Larissa."

"What do you mean not normal?"

"It's a very short, black dress. Something she would wear out. I've never seen it before. That's all there was. The dress, some black heels and a pocketbook."

"You mean no bra or panties?"

"Nope, that's it."

"Have you spoken to or seen my husband, Garrett?"

"They won't let anyone in. I haven't even seen Rebecca."

"I'm coming down there."

"Larissa, this may be nothing. It doesn't feel like it, though. I don't think you should drive all this way if you're emotional. Should I get you a flight?"

"I doubt you could find one on such short notice. I'll...I'll be okay." Larissa lost her control. Garrett could hear her voice crack, getting whispery soft at times. She threw the phone down and Garrett could hear her sobbing loudly. He held the phone, telling Makayla the news while he waited on her to return to the phone. He heard the sound of the phone receiver dragging across the bed.

"I'm sorry, Garrett. Are you still there?"

"Of course I am, sweetheart. Listen, I'm going to come get you. You need to be here for this. I'll leave right away."

"No! That is way too much of a bother. You're three hours from here! I don't want you too. You're emotional now too, Garrett."

Garrett could barely comprehend what she was saying with the breathing heavily and sniffling.

"Well, regardless, I'm coming to pick you up. Do not leave and have some things packed, okay?"

"Are you sure, Garrett?"

"Anything for a friend, Larissa. See you in a few hours."

"Thank you so much, Garrett. Tell Kayla I said hello."

"I will. Bye Larissa."

"Bye, Garrett."

Garrett handed Makayla her phone.

"Dad, you're in no shape to be driving that far. I'm coming with you."

"No, you stay here. Someone needs to know what's going on. I'll stop by the house and get the other cell phone."

"Daddy, that shit pile you call a vehicle will never make it. Here." She handed him her keys.

"Thank you, Precious. You're my world, you know. I know I should be here but I really need to think this all over before I explode. I hate to be away if you're mother regains consciousness but I think Larissa needs to be here as much as I do. I know I should at least try to see your mother, but I think I might end up saying something I shouldn't. I'm sure if she comes to, she'll think I don't care for her because I'm not here." Garrett paused. "Even if what I think is going on here is correct, she'll still try to blame me for not caring. Hell, she'll probably try to say it's my fault she was with him!" Garrett tossed the keys in his other hand and grabbed his out of his coat pocket.

"Dad, just go. And be very careful. Don't speed and don't fall asleep. I'm going to call you every half hour, okay?" Makayla slid her arms around his waist. She stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips and kissed him lightly. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Daddy. Please don't let me have two parents in the hospital. I know how you can drive my car, you know?" She smiled and kissed him again, letting her lips melt into his.

Garrett glanced around the hallway for onlookers. No one around at this hour. He slowly wrapped his arms around his daughter's waist, pulling her against him. He lightly parted her lips with his tongue and slowly licked her small tongue. She sucked on his tongue and gently flicked at it. Garrett slid his hands down her thin, silk pajama pants, tightly squeezing her firm, little buttocks.

"Come back to me, Daddy. You still have something to take from me." She smiled and kissed him once more and they both pulled away.

"You know I'm not going to miss that. I love you, Princess."

"I love you too, Daddy."

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"Thank you so much for this, Garrett, but you need to come in and lay down for a while. It's five-thirty in the morning."

"We need to be going. I'm okay." He grabbed both of her bags.

"No you're coming in to sleep! I won't take no for an answer." She grabbed her bags and pulled him in by his sleeve.

Garrett flopped in the house and stood in the entryway. "Your house is gorgeous, Larissa."

"Who knows whose it will be now, but thank you all the same." Larissa grabbed her face in her hands and wept. Garrett walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

"It will all work out for the best, you know? We still don't know the whole story." Garrett kissed the back of her head. She turned to him.

"How could he do this to me? If you knew half of the shit I let him get away with. Things I agreed he could do and that's still not enough!" She buried her head in Garrett's chest, crying until she shook.

"Here, I think you need to rest too. Let me take you to your room." He guided her towards the hallway. "It's down here, right?"

"Yes, but that's where you were going to sleep, Garrett. We are remodeling all up the upstairs and that's where the spare bedroom was."

"It's okay. I'll take the couch. It looks comfy anyway." Garrett hated lying.

"No you don't! Garrett, you have been awake since God knows when and you've been in that little car for over three hours. You're sleeping in the bed, and that's final. I'll take the couch. I won't be able to sleep anyway."

"Well, I was never really good at not listening to a beautiful woman."

"Oh can the pleasantries, Garrett, or you'll end up with company in there." She turned on the light beside the bed. "Oh Lord, look what I did!" Her mascara had smeared all over Garrett's wrinkled, white dress shirt. She began to weep again.

"Here, it's okay, Larissa. It will wash out." He began unbuttoning it.

"The least I can do is help you." She walked over toward him and began unbuttoning his shirt, untucking it out of his pants. "I don't know why I put it on. It all just washes back off. I just thought I should be somewhat presentable for you with a three hour drive."

"It's quite alright, Larissa, and you look fabulous."

She did look great. The mascara drastically enhanced her icy-blue eyes. Her dark hair was in a messy bun--a thin sliver jutting down her face. Her pretty face was clean and fresh with just a light amount of make-up. She wore a very loose, button up shirt, obviously Liam's. A small, breath of cleavage exposed between the collar and three unfastened top buttons. Her thin, long legs darting out from under it. 

"So do you. I wish I could get Liam to work out as much as you." Larissa's eyes roamed over Garrett's chiseled arms and wide, muscular chest. "Should I wash the t-shirt too?

"I guess. It's been a long day." Garrett peeled the tight shirt off and handed it to her.

"My God, Garrett! You've really been hitting the weights, haven't you?" Larissa licked her lips and laughed. "God, it's nice to laugh!"

"Well, there's nothing else to do, you know."

"Oh that's right. Garrett, I'm sorry. I want you to tell me about it on our way. Rebecca is an insanely lucky woman. But I always knew that... I'm sorry. I tend to hide how I feel some times. I guess making flirty comments helps."

"By all means! They're welcome. Well I guess if I'm going to rest. You sure you don't want the bed?"

"I could actually use something, Garrett. I hope you don't take offense to this but it's always helped me--from my Dad to Liam."

"Which is?"

"Could you hold me? It always helps me. You know, the big arms and the heartbeat and all. It'll really help with those big things! I'm sorry, there I go again."

"I suppose I could. I mean it is your bed, your house, your rules. But, I..." Garrett paused, wondering how to say the words. "I um...I can't stand to sleep in anything. I won't sleep a wink if I have anything on." Garrett blushed.

"Don't worry about it. You're not getting lucky tonight anyway."

"Fair enough. Could you wash these too? Gentle cycle. Cold water." Garrett unbuckled his pants and pulled them off. He took his socks off as well. Larissa stood looking at him in nothing but tight, stark white boxer briefs.

"Should I get those too?" She pointed at his underwear.

"Well if you insist. Here let me get in bed first." He turned, pulling the messy covers back. He felt two cool hands run against his hips. He jumped in shock.

"It's okay, big boy. I've done this thousands of times." She slid her fingertips into the waistband and quickly yanked them down his legs. He stepped out of them and turned. "Oh my, I see someone is happy!" Larissa giggled, looking at his erection.

"He tends to do that when pretty girls get too close." Garrett jumped into bed like a boy, jerking the sheets over him.

"Very nice, Garrett." I'll be back in a few minutes.

Larissa returned to a snoring Garrett. "Men," she huffed. She slid in front of him, wedging herself against him tightly, feeling his bulky mass press between her legs. "God that's nice," she whispered. "Might as well get the whole shebang." She tugged at the bottom of the huge shirt until she could feel his hot, naked skin against her smooth ass. She wiggled down until his sleeping cock nuzzled up against her vagina tightly and managed to throw his arm over her. His fat dick pressed up against her, releasing her mind from the troubles she was facing. Quickly she drifted to sleep.

"WAKE UP GARRETT! WE NEED TO BE GOING!" Larissa shoved his big body back and forth.

"Ehhhhh," Garrett mumbled.

"Garrett, it's Larissa. We need to get going! I'm going to get you up like I do Liam, if you don't wake up." Larissa knelt on her knees beside him.

"And what way is that?" Garrett peeked out of his half-closed eyelids.

"I give him a blow job every morning. Now you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Lucky bastard. You know how long it's been since I had one of those?" Garrett quickly thought about coming home to his daughter and her sucking every drop out of his cock.

Larissa grabbed the sheet and yanked it down to his ankles. She looked at his hard cock, obviously in desperate need to pee. "Okay, here goes." Larissa watched his eyes as her hand gently wrapped around his tense shaft. His eyes opened slowly as he watched her face coming closer to his cock.

"Okay! Okay! I'm getting up! Sheesh, you don't have to threaten me!" Garrett slid up on the headboard. "What time is it?" He sat looking at Larissa climb off the bed.

"Good boy. It's seven-fifteen. Your daughter called and I told her we would be on way by now. So get to it! Your clothes are almost dry. Go hop on the shower. There's a spare stick of deodorant on the counter. By the time you get out, breakfast should be ready. If I come back in here and you're back asleep, you know what you get, right?" She smiled looking at his morning wood.

"A blow job?"

"That's right, Mister. And we both know you don't want that. Now get up!" She threw the balled up shirt she had worn to bed at him.

Garrett took in her naked body. My God how did he get lucky enough to encounter such goddesses? Was she always this playful? Did she always make breakfast for Liam? Did she seriously suck his dick to wake him up every morning? What kind of dumb ass would ruin that? He never got breakfast. Rarely got blow jobs and Rebecca was rarely in a good mood.

Her soft, feminine back faced him. He could see her wonderful, round breasts from behind her petite body. Her ass was simply amazing; tight and firm. And those legs!

"I see you work out too?" Garrett smiled as she turned around to face him, not even remotely ashamed of her nudity. Her breasts sat nicely on her chest, full and round and so close together, they looked as if they had a bra wrapped around them. He traveled down her flat, toned stomach, to her very, very closely trimmed patch of hair above her perfectly smooth pussy.

"Everyday. I run three miles after Liam goes to work and we work out at least every other night after he gets off. You like?" She turned around and curtseyed in front of him.

"Very nice. You have an incredible body, Larissa. Love the shave job there." Garrett glanced at her pussy.

"No shaving. I had laser hair removal last year. Smooth as a five year olds." She ran her fingers across it. "Maybe I'll let you touch it on our way. No, you've gotta! Nice job on yours too, by the way. Liam won't shave his. He thinks it's gay." She slowly snapped on a bra, adjusted the cups, and walked about the room without panties.

"If he did it once, he'd never stop. It feels so much better. And my God, how unbelievable it feels when fucking!"

"Oh God, Garrett, don't tempt me! I felt it just a minute ago. It does feel good. Do you know how long it's been since I had one of those in me?" She stood at the edge of the bed, looking at him.

"Are you serious? You give him a blow job every morning and he doesn't come home and fuck your little brains out?"

"Nope. We haven't had sex in four months. Guess we know why, huh?"

"Well we don't know for certain. We'd feel really bad about all this if it turns out to be innocent." Garrett slid his feet off the edge of the bed.

"Well I wouldn't. I mean I would because it's behind his back. We haven't done anything, you know. I mean you knew Liam and I are swingers right?"

"No, I never knew. Just thought you might be a little too much into my wife. Now I see it was Liam. I should have wondered about HIM being' into' her too much."

"Well go get ready before I make you show me how that feels."

"You mean you've never fucked a shaved guy?"

"Never. Liam is very selective about who I fuck. The shitty thing is, I've only been with two other guys. He wants me to get with women all the time. And then I let him fuck all the girls he wants! Bastard."

"My God what a wife! If you were ten years older, I would've taken you in a heartbeat. Well, you're missing out, because this feels great." Garrett began slowly stroking his hardness.

"Ten years older? You mean you don't like younger women? I'm only a few years younger then Rebecca. And go get ready! I'm seriously thinking about fucking that and I don't want that on my conscious!" Larissa pointed at his straining erection.

Garrett lifted himself off of the mattress and walked past her. He lightly smacked her on the ass. "Of course I like younger women. I love em."

Garrett exhale forcefully as the steamy water engulfed his body. Beads and small rivers of clear water ran down his fatigued, tanned, muscular shape. Only after he opened the shower curtain, did he realize he had no towel. He eased the bathroom door open.

"Larissa, I kind of need a towel!" He yelled.

He heard her reply in the distance. The aroma of sizzling bacon and hot coffee whaffed thick in the air.

"Oh I'm so sorry, Garrett! I was doing a run and I forgot to bring them in that bathroom! Hold on!"

He waited a few seconds and heard dainty footsteps coming up the hall.

"Here you go. I'm sorry." Larissa nudged the door open a little to slide the thick, folded towel inside. She snuck a peek at his drenched, naked body.

"It's okay, Larissa. Thank you. I don't know if I left any hot water for you, though." Garrett began toweling off his body, leaving the door cracked.

"I had my bath last night. So it's okay. Let me know if you need anything else. Breakfast is almost ready."

Garrett stepped lightly into the kitchen. Larissa turned with a already pre-displayed smile on her face. Her eyes lowered to the fresh, white towel wrapped tightly around his waist. "God, look at that bulge," she thought.

"Oh...I guess I forgot your clothes too. Here, let me just flip the bacon and put some bread in for toast."

Garrett grabbed her hand and lightly slid the spatula out from her grasp. "Let me do this. It's the least I can do, Larissa." He quickly glanced down at her thin, pink bra, squeezing her incredible breasts together. She now had on a very short pair of white, cheerleader-styled shorts; the waistband rolled down until the lines of her lower abdomen showed. The white looked nice against her tanned stomach and legs.

Larissa didn't know what had come over her, but she felt as if she'd faint after Garrett touched her. Her mind escaped her. "I...I...okay. I'll be right back."

Garrett watched her sexy, little ass sway as she walked into the back of the house.

Garrett pressed the button down on the toaster just as she returned a few moments later.

"Sorry, your pants and shirt aren't dry yet. I had to put them on low heat." She handed Garrett his t-shirt, underwear and socks.

"Well it looks like I'm in good company." Garrett smiled as he looked down her body once again.

"Yeah, sorry. I was so busy with breakfast and packing, I haven't had time to put on anything."

"No complaints here. None whatsoever."

"This is conservative. You should see me on every other morning."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Let's just say I enjoy the freedom of my house tucked away in the woods. I should have been a nudist." Larissa laughed as she reached for the spatula. "Go get semi-dressed and breakfast will be done. I promise."




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 09



Just as she said it, the toaster popped.

"I'd say it's ready now." Garrett grabbed the toast and placed it on each plate.

"OUCH! Damn I hate when that happens!" Larissa jumped back as she yelled.

"Grease get ya?" Garrett reached for the falling spatula.

"God, yes. Guess I should wear a little more clothing to fry that stuff!" She laughed with a hurtful look on her face. Garrett found it remarkably attractive. She looked down to find the spot. Garrett followed her hand. She ran her fingers across her lower stomach until she winced from the sharp pain.

"Ohhh, right there. Let me get some ice."

"Ice makes a burn worse. As soon as you take it off, it hurts ten times as much. I know we kid around a little but you know what the best thing for a burn is?" Garrett awaited a reply, looking at her hand.

"Are you gonna tell me or do I have to stand here in pain?"

"Saliva." Garrett looked up at her and smiled.

"Oh. And I suppose I can't do that on my own huh? I guess I need a big, strong....ridiculously gorgeous man to do that for me, right?" She looked down at the red spot again and back to him. "Got me right there." She pointed right above the waistband of her shorts.

"Well, maybe a man's help, any way. You needed one to fry the bacon." Garrett laughed. He had never been able to joke at such things as gender roles with Rebecca. She got highly offended if he even came close to saying what a man or woman was better at, and the like.

"Where, here?" Garrett ran his finger down to hers.

She looked up at him like a wounded puppy, lightly biting her lip and then looked back down at the mark. She stretched the elastic of the shorts out and just a little further down. "Yep, right there."

Garrett could see the faint sight of trimmed, thin black hairs and soft, supple skin inside the opening on the shorts. He knelt down, inching his face closer.

"Wow, that's a doozy alright." He looked up to her slumped face. "So, do you need that masculine assistance?"

"Yes, please. But only a little. It's not that bad of a burn." She smiled at him. He could see the anticipation all over her face.

Garrett leaned in and lightly licked the welting skin.

"Oh my God, oh my...God." Larissa whispered.

Garrett looked up at her as sexy as he knew how to do. "That hurt?"

She only shook her head, no.

Garrett again licked her skin, lapping at it extremely slowly, then making faint circles around it. He blew cool air on the wetness. "That better?"

"Yeah, but you didn't get all of the burn. There's a little here." Larissa stretched the elastic further down. She pointed about two inches lower and to the left and placed her finger directly beside the small patch of hair.

"Here?" Garrett placed his lips on her soft skin. He could already smell her intoxicating feminine scent.

"Mmmhmmm," Larissa whimpered.

Garrett lightly lapped at the bare, silky smooth patch. He traced the tight crease of her inner thigh making her tremble.

"That tickles, Garrett."

"Okay, that all better now, little one?"

"Well. Not exactly. There is another spot that's burning hotter then both of those." Larissa smiled shyly.

"And are you gonna show where it is?"

"You're a 'man', you mean you don't know?" Larissa laughed quickly and stopped as she playfully slid her shorts down. She thrust her pelvis out, almost shoving her muff into Garrett's face. She pressed her finger against the top of her slit.

"Right there. It burns."

"Well then. Can't have that." Garrett closed in on her nakedness. He pressed his lips against her skin, slowly dragging his tongue across the sweet, unbelievably smooth line.

"Oh shit!" Larissa yelled.

"Like that, huh?" Garrett licked again.

"No, the bacon is burning!" As soon as it was said, the fire alarm began screaming, making their ears throb.

Garrett quickly turned off the burner and removed the pan. He ran to the alarm, yanking off his towel and viciously fanned in front of it. In a matter of seconds, it stopped. Garrett turned to see Larissa looking him up and down, her arms crossed and shorts pulled back up.

"Guess it is nice to have a man around. You're good for a few things." She stared at his cock.

Garrett wrapped the towel back around him, actually embarrassed.

"You said you didn't like it."

"You know what I meant. Besides, this is completely wrong." Larissa grabbed the two plates and walked to the table.

"You're right and I'm sorry. You're a very attractive woman. I have a divorce almost finalized, I'm sexually suppressed and you're half naked. But again, I'm sorry. This definitely isn't right. We're both still married and we're expecting the same thing we're dancing around here, to be the very same thing that's happened to both our spouses." Garrett bowed his head.

"Apology taken. Now shut up at eat. We have to get going." Larissa smiled at him.

"We say grace at my house, okay?"

"Okay."

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The ride was actually quite enjoyable, even though the ever-looming question was waiting to be answered. Was Garrett's wife sleeping with his friend, Liam?

Garrett and Larissa caught up on all the things that had changed in their lives and had even reminisced about the times they all had in the past. Three hours passed quickly and Garrett enjoyed the company of Larissa. She was a little more his age and definitely a great companion. His eyes fluttered occasionally from the lack of rest.

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Makayla smiled as they entered the hallway. She ran to greet them both, hugging Garrett and then Larissa.

"I'm so glad you're here, Larissa. I mean, I'm not. I mean...well you know what I mean."

"Yes I do know what you mean and it's great to see you too. And MY GOD at how gorgeous you are! You're a damn knock-out! We'll have to catch up on all those guys and the other girls-only stuff." Garrett shot her a glance. "Oops, I mean how good a girl you are." She smiled.

"Did you see Mom?" Garrett asked.

"Yes, she's still in a slight coma, or unconscious, or whatever you call it. She came out for about an hour or so. I got to talk to her. She asked where you were. I told her you were on your way. I don't think she has any recollection of what time it is or how long she's been here."

"Has anyone said anything about Liam?" Larissa asked with a loud exhale.

"The doctor said he's fine, but he has a lot of bumps and bruises. And a few broken ribs from the air bag. I haven't seen him though." She diverted her eyes back to her father. "Dad, that doctor freaks me out. He keeps staring at my chest when he talks to me."

Larissa laughed. "I can see why, girl. My Lord those are fabulous!" She hovered her eyes over Makayla's breasts and winked.

"Thank you. Don't know where I got 'em from, though."

"Honey, do you want to go home and sleep a while? I'm sure you tired." Garrett slid his hand up her arm. Larissa glanced at the contact.

"No, Daddy. I want to be here for you."

"I'll be fine, doll. Go get some rest." Garrett kissed his on the cheek, noticing his daughter instinctively moved her lips a little closer to the kiss before the contact. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Okay, but I'll be back very soon and I'll call you in a few hours to see how you are. Bye Daddy. I love you. Bye Larissa, I'm so glad you here." Makayla hugged her again, grabbed her things and walked down the hallway.

"She dearly loves you, Garrett. You are so very lucky. You two have a great chemistry. Excuse me for saying, but I'm sure you're very protective of her. She's definitely is one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. And what a personality."

"Thanks. She's my baby for sure. She has a good head on her shoulders, so I don't worry too much."

"Add to that breasts, butt, legs and everything else!" Larissa laughed.

"Definitely a heart breaker. That she is." Garrett sighed. "Okay, off to the spouses now. I'll see you in a bit." Garrett smiled cautiously.

"Okay, Garrett. And thanks again for everything. I mean it." Larissa kissed him softly on the cheek and walked away from him.

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Garrett approached his wife's room. Just as he turned the doorknob, the doctor exited.

"She's awake for now, Mr. Conner, but I don't know for how long. She doesn't have any symptoms of memory loss or any other brain damage, though there is some swelling that needs a close watch. You may go in now. She's talking."

"Thank you, Doc."

Garrett stepped in and saw his wife smiling.

"Hi babe. How are you feeling?" Garrett sat beside her.

"Like Hell. But I'm glad you're here. Have you been here long?" Rebecca's eyes tried to focus on Garrett's face.

"I was here early this morning. I got back just a few minutes ago."

"What do you mean got back? You haven't been here the whole time? Wow, you really don't care that much about me do you? I could've been dying while you were out doing God knows what!" Rebecca turned her face away from him.

"Honey, I..." Garrett attempted to touch her arm. She yanked it away.

"Don't Honey me! You could care less about me!"

"Okay then. I went to pick up Larissa. I thought she needed to be here for this." Garrett knew as soon as he said it she would turn back.

"What for? Why would you do that? Are you seeing her or something?" She stared as Garrett tried to remain calm. He could tell she wasn't going to admit anything until she knew for a fact he knew.

"Look, I know, alright. I know Liam was with you."

"So? Liam is my friend."

"No, correction. Liam is...um, was MY friend. Why wasn't I aware he was here?"

"He just came in and he only had my cell number."

"He's been here for four days. Don't you think Larissa has filled me in on all of this?"

"So what? He's helping me through all of this! What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is Liam was never the one you talked to about your problems. You rarely even spoke to Liam. Liam, you said, was a chauvinistic pig. The big deal is you haven't called once in days to see how your daughter has been. The big deal is you were wearing a dress you wouldn't be caught dead in, in public, these days. The big deal is you had nothing else on but that dress." Garrett felt himself heating.

"Can't you see I'm lying in a hospital, in a coma? Do you even care?"

"Of course I care. But I also care about what the hell you were doing with my friend."

"Why does it matter? We're getting divorced! You don't love me anymore!"

"Oh God. Okay, enough. It does matter, Rebecca. It matters because Liam is supposed to be my friend. And it matters because Larissa is supposed to be yours. And I'm pretty much assuming you are going to be the one responsible for destroying their marriage. That's what matters. Ours is already over, but you ruined theirs single-handedly."

"You don't know anything, Garrett. You're just expecting the worst, like always. Just get out. You could care less about me."

"No, the sad thing is I do care for you. I've tried as hard as I can to make you happy, but happiness just isn't in you. You're so pessimistic. You always have been. But it's fine. You go ahead and believe it was me all along. You go ahead and be the selfish person you always have been. I am leaving, but I love you, Rebecca. I'll always love you." Garrett stood and leaned over, kissing Rebecca on the forehead. "I love you Rebecca."

Rebecca's eyes watered. "I love you too, Garrett. I screwed up. I screwed up bad. I ruined everything. I mean everything! There's no hope for me!"

Garrett spoke softly. "Rebecca, did you sleep with Liam? I need an answer. There's no reason to lie about it. Liam will probably tell Larissa. So I either get it from them or you."

Rebecca remained faced away from him and was silent for a while.

"Yes, Garrett. I slept with him. I'm so sorry."

"For how long?"

"For over a year. I'm so sorry, Garrett." Rebecca began crying, trying to hold it back.

"You mean...? You mean you were sleeping with him while we were... while we were still married?"

"Yes. I was going to tell you but then we started talking about separating and I just thought... I just thought it didn't matter anymore. I'm so sorry."

"It does matter, Rebecca. It matters to me."

Rebecca turned as she heard the door close.

"Garrett?"

Garrett waited outside Liam's room for Larissa to emerge. He was so confused, as he always was with his wife. She played her role as the victim each and every time the had an argument. He knew, deep down, he wasn't to blame in this case. Sure, he had done things wrong in the past, but breaking up another marriage wasn't one of them. Garrett knew, deep down he could forgive her for cheating, if she were half the wife she should have been. But this was different. She did this with someone he respected and liked. A true friend, or so he thought.

He thought about Liam and how he used to look at Rebecca. How his remarks disgusted Rebecca. Was it all just a lie? Did she always find him attractive, even though she lead on like she couldn't stand him?

Larissa slipped up behind him while he was deep in thought.

"Garrett?"

Garrett turned to Larissa, crying quietly, tears dripping off her cheeks.

"Come here, sweetie." Garrett opened his arms just as Larissa fell against his chest and buried her face.

"He just admitted it like it was no big deal," she whispered. "He asked why I was so upset. We have an open relationship. We don't have an open relationship! We always do things together. He did this without my knowledge-behind my back. He told me he couldn't help himself. Rebecca was just to beautiful. Oh God, Garrett!" She sobbed louder now. "What, am I not beautiful too? Or is she just more beautiful then I am?"

"You are beautiful, Larissa. Much more beautiful then you think. It's not completely about looks you know? It only took me twenty-some-odd years to really figure that out. Liam has no idea what he has." Garrett hugged Larissa tightly as he really thought about what he had just said.

"The doctor said he will need to stay at least another night, maybe longer until they get his blood work finalized and broken bones set."

"You can stay with me, Larissa. I mean, Makayla and I. It's no trouble at all. I mean we only have two bedrooms with beds in them, but we have plenty of room for you. We'd love to have you."

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude on anything." Larissa looked up at Garrett, mascara pooling under her eyes.

"Intrude? On what? It's just me and my daughter there now. Come on. We need to stick close to the one's we love in times of crisis, right?" Garrett smiled and gently wiped the mascara from her eyes.

"Oh God, look what I did again! Ha! And to the same shirt! I'm sorry, Garrett. Again!" She laughed and slowly looked up at Garrett again. "Sure, Garrett, I'd love to stay with you. I think that would help me just fine. But I have to go get some things from the store, so I'll meet you there in a bit? I think I still know my way around here."

"Okay, take you time. I'm on my way home now. I'll leave a spare key under the mat just in case I fall asleep. Which is highly likely. See you in a bit." Garrett kissed her lightly on the forehead and turned to walk her to her car. He noticed that she glanced up at him occasionally as they walked. _________________________________________

Garrett practically dragged himself into his house. He was exhausted. He was confused. He was angry. He opened the door to his bedroom while unbuttoning his shirt. He soaked it in cold water in the bathroom sink, before taking off everything but his underwear. "What a chore when you're so tired," he thought.

He wandered through the house to check in on his daughter. Up the staircase, he rounded the corner of the hall to find her bedroom door open. And there she laid, sound asleep. God, how gorgeous she was! She laid on top of her comforter with Bandie, her teddy bear, tightly tucked in her arms. He followed her smooth back down to her thin, white thong, tightly hugging her hips. She still had on the night shirt she had wore to the hospital. A fuzzy, light blue blanket covered the upper part of her thighs. He gazed at her perfect, small feet and traveled back up her legs to that fantastic, round ass. Her legs were bent, in the fetal position. He felt his body warming to the sight of the tight, little mound of her vagina, almost bursting out of the stretched, thin swatch of fabric trying to cover it.

He silently walked into her room and hovered over her. Her top had readjusted from her movements while she was asleep. One of the pencil-tipped, thin straps, on her shoulders, had found itself draped low on her upper arm. It had pulled the top of her shirt down slightly and was twisted from tossing in different positions throughout her sleep. Her large, perfect breasts squeezed tightly together from her arms and one of them was almost completely exposed. He stared at the lovely orb, laying there before him. He marveled at how small her nipple was; light pink, almost invisible and looking so incredibly soft. He wanted to touch it.

He leaned over and lightly kissed her on the cheek, then turned to go find himself a nice, cozy bed.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, angel? I thought you were asleep." Garrett turned to his awakened daughter. She turned toward him, unaware that her breast was completely exposed now.

"I woke up just now. Did you talk to Mom?" She patted the bed beside her for him to sit.

Garrett sat. "Yes, I did. Maybe we should talk later about it. I need some sleep."

"Daddy? Hold me for a little bit?"

"Sure, baby. This bed is a bit small for the both of us." Garrett laid down beside her, sliding his arm under her neck. "Should I go put on a little more clothes?"

"Don't be silly, Daddy." Makayla draped her leg over his and laid on her back. "Now tell me. I need to know."

Garrett peeked at her still exposed breast as he spoke. It lightly pressed again his bare chest. She traced the length of his arm with her fingernail.

"She admitted she's been sleeping with Liam, so..."

"Oh God, Daddy! I'm so sorry! For how long?"

"At least a year, but who knows. You know she's trying to blame me for it and says I don't love her."

"Well of course, Dad. She's always the helpless victim and no one understands. I'm sorry Daddy. So sorry." Makayla wrapped her arms around her father's neck and squeezed him tight. "You know I love you, right, Daddy?"

"Yes, I do. If anyone does, it's you." Garret paused. "Those things aren't helping much, you know?" Garrett looked down between their chests. Makayla relaxed away from him slightly, looking down.

"Oh! Sorry about that! They have a mind of their own sometimes!" She quickly repositioned the top, giving her breasts a nice, firm squeeze.

"Meanwhile, my mind is going in the gutter." Garrett chuckled.

"Oh shush, Daddy. Go to sleep. But not without a good night kiss." Makayla smiled as she closed in for her kiss.

Garrett felt her exhale as their lips touched. He felt her body sliding closer to him, her leg rising higher until it rested on his hip. She slowly pressed her young, panty-covered crotch against his. She whimpered slightly as she slid against his erection. Garrett eased his hand down to her lower back. Just the touch of her soft skin made his heart race. Their tongues began playing, dancing in each others mouths. They tasted each other for moments at a time, stopping to look at each other, regaining their breaths. Garrett felt his daughter's hand gently traveling down his stomach. She lightly pressed her fingertips in under the elastic of his underwear, quickly wrapping her fingers around his raging hardness. He found his own hand squeezing her naked ass--pressing her pussy harder against him.

She slowly glided her hand up and down his shaft, only making contact slightly. It gave him chills on top of chills. Garrett spread one of her buttocks apart and slipped his fingertips under the fabric covering her crotch, from behind her. He lightly traced the line of her pussy. His fingertips melted in between the folds. Good God she was so wet for him! He slowly massaged her juicy pinkness, running his finger up and down, occasionally pressing into her quivering opening. He could barely squeeze one of his large fingers even one knuckle deep into it. She had definitely never had anything inside of her.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 10



*Sorry it took so long! Lots of things going on. Enjoy!

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Makayla sat softly in the leather occasional chair across from Garrett and Rebecca?, who were sitting on opposite sides of the couch. No one said a word. Larissa faced Garrett.

"Well I suppose I'll just have to start. Garrett, can you tell me just what in hell you were doing upstairs with you daughter?"

Garrett cleared his throat. He felt the stinging fear of what this could all lead to. His heart raced in his chest. His daughter interrupted.

"Larissa, look I know it looked bad, but really... it's not as it appears." Makayla knew the answer wouldn't fly.

"You expect me to believe that you and your father, naked in your room, with you obviously sucking his penis, wasn't what I thought it was?" Larissa sat firmly, glaring and the little teen tart.

"Okay, so it was what it looked like!" Makayla shouted. "What business is it of yours? What my father and I do is no ones business except ours." Makayla sniffled as the oncoming tear began to emerge from the corner of her eye.

"It may not be my business, but I'm sure if any one else were to find out, your father would be in a ton of trouble."

"You wouldn't," Makayla dared.

"No, I most certainly would not. You're right, it is your business. You know I've grown to love you both. You're very dear to me and I would never want either of you in a situation that would separate you. Kayla, I've known you since you were just a little girl. But you know... this... this isn't normal." Larissa closed her eyes and shook her head.

"What is normal, Larissa? I mean, look at you. You and your husband have sex with anyone you want. Is that normal? Mom is fucking your husband behind your back, which happens to be Dad's best friend. Is that normal? You sleep with women. Is that normal?" Makayla shifted her body in the chair. The leather creaked, alerting the silence in the room. Larissa seemed to be searching for something to dispute.

"And may I ask how you know all about Liam and my marriage?" Larissa glared at Garrett, but he was sitting as still as a statue, staring at the floor.

"No, he didn't tell me anything. You forget so easily. You babysat me. While you and Liam were off in your room, fucking for hours on end, leaving me unattended, I found your little home video conveniently laying under a copy of a movie you knew I'd want to watch. You should label those a little more inconspicuously." Makayla folded her arms in defiance. Silence. "By the way, just how old was that little blond girl you and your husband seemed to be having so much fun with on the video?" Garrett's eyes lifted to his daughter, in curiosity. "She didn't look much older then I was back then. And what were you three playing? I seem to remember her dressed in a little flowery dress and calling you both Mommy and Daddy. I watched her stand in front of you as Liam peeled her panties down her legs and then you slowly inched your hands up her inner thighs, up under her dress. Should I go on? Should I tell you about how I saw Liam fucking you from behind while you licked the girl's obviously hairless pussy? Should I tell you how I watched as you calmly whispered to the girl that it would only hurt for a minute, just before your husband proceeded to forcefully stuff his cock inside her? Or how about when she cried out, 'It hurts Mommy,' as you held her down so that Liam could finish taking her virginity? Or the fact that you both left me in a room to see these things at such a young age? So, should I go on about what all happened at your house, while you were supposed to be caring for me?" Makayla's arms opened in a gesture to continue.

"Um, I... I didn't know that video was out. I must've..." Larissa stammered.

"You knew it was out. If not you, Liam knew. You probably left it out intentionally. You wanted me to see it. But you still haven't answered the question. How old was she? 12? 13? 14?"

"She was of age, I assure you. She just looked very young. And what we were doing was called role playing. I'm sure you've heard of it." Larissa seemed to be uncomfortable.

"Oh I've heard about it, sure. But I know when a girl is of age and when she's not. So you tell me, what exactly is normal? I love my father with all of my heart. And he loves me. And as you've seen, this is all my doing. He is completely innocent. He has never forced himself on me or, for that matter, ever even said anything out of the way to me. I am solely the reason for what is going on with me and my father. We don't need to explain anything to you. We welcome you into our home and you think you're going to question us when there is plenty about you and Liam I'm sure my father would be very interested to know about." Makayla's eyes cut to her father.

"There is?" Garrett had finally entered into the conversation.

"Let's not get away from the matter at hand, now." Larissa tried to regain control. "Now I'm not at all judging you and saying that it's wrong. I know I shouldn't have been nosing around a house that's not mine. I saw what I saw and I just hoped that you two could help me understand."

"Well now that you're in the hot seat, so to speak, we'll tell you. Nice job changing the focus off of you by, the way. But if you need to know so badly..." Makayla looked at her father for approval. He just stared, empty at her. "I have been incredibly attracted to my father for as long as I can remember; even before I knew what sex was. It went way past being a normal adolescent wanting to marry her daddy because he was the only man she knew so well. After that phase, I still had this unknown feeling about him. I loved the way he held me and kissed me and always made me feel like I was the most beautiful creature on Earth. He has always been so gentle. I don't think he's even raised his voice to me. He has been the reason I am strong and smart. Mom never took time away from herself to bother with how her daughter was doing in school, or for that matter, what I wore to school. Daddy always took me shopping and helped me with homework. He had time for me, always." Makayla's tear fell from her cheek.

She laughed, obviously thinking of past memories.

"I remember how he felt slightly uncomfortable walking through the women's underwear department, while I picked out new panties and, eventually, bras. He always seemed to be the only father taking his daughter shopping. But he found out, soon enough, that the mother's around us weren't so much thinking he was a perv. They were actually surprised, and most often, attracted to him for it. They would gradually make their way to him and bump into us and make small talk. Now I see that they were totally flirting with him. That's when I first noticed that other women were interested in my daddy. And it made me jealous. Most older people forget that children learn certain things that they probably shouldn't at very young ages. I, of course, didn't know how to actually have sex at that age, but I sort of knew the requirements for it. You know, getting undressed, touching, kissing and being close to each other. And, at that age, I didn't know that daughters shouldn't have sex with their daddies." Makayla smiled at Garrett shyly.

"So, out of jealousy, I thought the only way to keep the other mommies away from my daddy was to emulate what I had seen on television or heard from other kids at school. And yes, kids talk about sex. They may not understand it fully, but they know. Anyway, I had never been a private little girl. I ran around in panties through the house all the time. Daddy bathed me most of the time. So I was comfortable around him. I would ask him into the changing room, undressing in front of him and getting his approval of the outfits I had chosen. He obviously had no idea what children liked to wear; especially little girls. But I would take cues from what I had seen or heard and began mimicking them with Daddy. I know now, he never, for once, assumed what I was doing. I would ask him to take my pants or skirt off, while I took of my tops. And hug and kiss him while I was still naked. I always loved coming into the living room and parading my new outfits for him. I lived for his affection and approval."

Garrett and Larissa sat silently, knowing Makayla had never admitted this to anyone.

"I remember the first time, I practiced what I had seen on Bandy, my teddy bear. I would slide his head up under my skirt and lightly sit down on his little, hard button nose and move back and forth against it. Then, eventually I started taking off my panties and doing it. I remember an odd sensation I had when his nose would hit a certain spot. Later on, I would sit on Daddy's lap, as I had always done, and slowly began making the same movements. I was curious and it seemed that's how grown ups did things. I guess he thought I was just a jittery little girl, with too much energy. I just remember how it felt really good." Makayla waited for any comment before she continued.

It wasn't until a few years later that I actually learned how to have sex. A friend of mine and I were at her house and she showed me some porn sites on the internet. At first we were bewildered, amazed at how the two people enjoyed it; or seemed to, anyway. Then we found some lesbian sites and acted grossed out at them. But we were both curious. After a while, she and I decided we would practice kissing like teenagers with each other. And, so, one thing eventually lead to another and we began exploring every thing we had saw the other girls do on the internet. I just remember how amazing the sensation was, having her lick my pussy. How it made me shiver in delight and how at a certain point, I couldn't breath because it felt so good. I remember how she tasted and how her pussy felt to my tongue. So that's when I learned what an orgasm was. And you know what they say, once you start, you can't stop." Makayla laughed uncomfortably.

"I would lay in bed, almost every night, and think about seeing the man and woman having sex. I would close my eyes an imagine a man on top of me, with his dick inside me and his body moving into mine. I grew so curious about how it might feel. I knew how it felt to be licked, but that had to feel even better. But every time I imagined the man fucking me, it was always my daddy who was doing it." Makayla saw the expressions on both her father and Larissa face, to the revelation.

"Not long after that is when I started testing the waters with Daddy. I started developing quite early and I thought I had become a woman. Daddy still took me shopping and I still invited him in. Actually I had to beg him to come in. He knew the time of innocence of him seeing his daughter unclothed was over. But still, I persuaded him, as I always have. I had learned sensual ways that women disrobe in front of men, by then, and I used it on him. I would slowly take off my pants and shirt and laugh as I twisted my body around in front of him. He hadn't seen me naked in quite some time and I remember his curious looks as he saw my breasts. Not sexual looks. Just looks that I'm sure he had never seen a girl blossoming. I stood there, only in my panties, for him to approve. But he didn't. He just turned away. I felt like I was losing him; like one of those other women would take him away from me. So I asked him for his approval. I asked him if my 'boobies' were pretty. He didn't look at me but he said yes. And then said that I was growing up too fast. I asked him to look at them and tell me honestly. And as his face turned toward me, I stepped closer to him. He was sitting on the bench and I had to be only a foot from him as he looked at them, then up to my face. He said yes, that they were pretty."

"I began touching them, squeezing them in my hands and told him that they felt weird. I told him that they were really tight and felt so big. His eyes never left my face. He was obviously embarrassed. He wouldn't look. So I asked him to feel them. He changed the subject and said we needed to hurry. But me being the way I am, I asked until he finally gave in. I remember how his huge hands felt as they touched and squeezed my young breasts. I felt the familiar tingle between my legs. I felt myself growing wetter in my panties for the first time." Makayla held her breath and sighed lightly as if she were, again, growing wetter from the memory.

"That same day was the day that I had grabbed a pair of thongs that I had seen older girls wear. I thought it was strange how it could be comfortable, but the older boys seemed to like them a lot. So I turned away from my daddy, but I didn't move away. I stood directly in front of him and slowly inched my panties down my hips. I knew he would surely look with me being so close to him. I remember them clinging to my pussy as I pulled them down lower. I bent over, all the way, until they gathered at my feet. I knew, if he was looking, he could see how wet my pussy had gotten. I was close enough to him that I could faintly feel his breath on my bare skin. As I stepped out of the panties, I lost my balance. I don't know if I did it on purpose or not, but I fell back on Daddy's lap. He had to open his legs back when I stepped closer to him. Out of reaction, he quickly reached for me, hoping I wouldn't fall and hurt myself. I remember his hands grabbing my hips firmly. I made a lot excuses and apologies, just long enough to sit on him. And I felt him. You know... I felt his hardness against me. I don't think he was thinking rationally anymore from what I was doing in front of him. But I sat there, taking it all in. I bent over to retrieve my panties from the floor, and as I did, I worked myself against him as hard as I could. As I rose back up, I slowly ground my pussy into his crotch. I knew, at that moment, he knew what I was doing. I turned and smiled at him, laying the panties on his thigh." Makayla lightly groaned. She shifted her weight again in the chair.

"I stood up, standing in the same place as before, and picked up the pair of thongs, again, bending over. I stepped into them as slowly as I could without falling over, letting his eyes go wherever they wanted. As I pulled them up close to my butt, I turned to him so he could see my pussy from the front. I had never felt such excitement in all of my life. To see that small hint of attraction from him was unbelievable to me. To me, he was actually accepting me again. I pulled the tight thong up and asked him what he thought. He just nodded his head and said that it looked nice on me. He stood up, from being uncomfortable with me there, I guess. I turned and shook my butt in front of him, laughing, then turned around and asked if I could have them. When he said yes, I immediately pressed myself against him, hugging and thanking him. I remember how it felt for my breasts to be against his body. I looked up at him and kissed his lips, then turned to take them back off. I again pulled them slowly down my legs, bending in front of him. As I stepped out of them, I backed up against him, pressing against his crotch."

Makayla realized she seemed to be really enjoying the recollection, which wasn't exactly helping the situation. She stiffened her body, deciding she should get to the point.

"Larissa, I don't really have an explanation about why I feel this way... I just do. There is something deep inside of me that desires my father. Times have completely changed since you were my age and I know you wouldn't understand where I'm coming from. It's no secret that mother doesn't love Daddy the way the he deserves; if she loves him at all. And I know you've thought the same thing. When I was old enough to realize it, I wanted so much for him to be happy. I felt like it was my duty, well more so, my honor, to make my daddy happy. Regardless of what it was. I do not think of how things have progressed between us, as sick. It just is what it is. He has not brainwashed me or done anything unless I have asked... well, more like begged for him to do. If anyone is at fault, it is me. I have teased him beyond the point that any man can stand. I know that I am a beautiful woman..."

Larissa interrupted, "Makayla, you are beyond beautiful. There are honestly no words to describe your beauty. You are, most certainly, the most gorgeous young woman I have ever seen in my life. I can somewhat understand with what you have said. I too was a little girl once, and I remember that I always swore I would marry my father. I know it's just something little girl's do before they become aware of how things work in life. And yes, I will agree, that I too actually had thoughts about how it might be to be with an older, more experienced man when I was young." Larissa paused, swallowing the lump down her throat before she continued. "I will admit, I have had thoughts, in the past, of doing certain things with my father. I think most girls with reasonably attractive fathers, have at least had some sort of thoughts. My father was a very good-looking man, as is your father. Garrett is a very, very handsome man. He's very young-looking for his age and I agree, I see women go out of their ways to get a good look at him or talk to him. So, in a way, part of me could understand."

"Oh, it's not just women. My friends have told me, quite bluntly, that they would fuck him in a second. They've been saying that since before I can remember. That starts to wear on the mind. Every female near him wants him to completely ravage them, with not a care in the world of any consequence. I can see it in their eyes; in their actions. I see my father's attraction to me as the most incredible compliment I could ever get. It's no secret that I get so many compliments from other men, that it has become annoying, in a way. But to have the only man on this entire planet that shouldn't dare think so, actually thinks I'm sexy. Not only sexy, but he fights with his rational thinking, his morality, to keep his hands off of me. And I've made that impossible. I've all but thrown myself at him, more times then I can recall, and still he resists me. I don't know if I just have a very disturbed mind, but my own father being sexually attracted to me is the most intoxicating thought I've ever had. To me, it means more then anyone else could ever know." Makayla felt herself calming from being able to get it out in the open. She had never even told Garrett these things.

"Putting it that way, it does sound very reaffirming of your beauty. Honestly, it is kind of sexy." Larissa had realized, hearing the words emit from Makayla's lips, had actually began to turn her on. Listening to her sweet voice recalling such naughty thoughts and the way she had teased her own father, she had visualized the memories in her mind.

"Well, Larissa, think of it this way. Who is the one person in this entire world that loves you more then anyone? That one, and only, person would do anything for you. Even die for you. He protects you, listens to you, loves more then anyone else ever could. He would never let you down intentionally. He is the epitome of every thing you consider a man to be. He is strong, but completely gentle. He loves selflessly. He gives without accepting, or even wanting, in return. He is stern, but also caring. You can still see the sweet, funny little boy inside of him. He makes you laugh like none other. He understands you fully, completely. You respect him more then any other being in your life." Makayla paused. Maybe that person had never existed for Larissa. She lovingly gazed at Garrett as she continued.

Larissa had an enormous welt of emotion coming over her at that moment. She could feel her throat contract and her eyes becoming watery.

"That man is everything a man should be. No one could ever match up to him. He is not concerned with anyone else, when you are the focus. He does not turn away at head-on questions or obstacles. He doesn't fuck around on you, knowing instead, of the devastation it would cause you." She paused. "Have you ever had the honor of having a person like that, Larissa?"




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 10



Larissa exploded in tears. She quickly bowed her face into her hands, sobbing loudly. Garrett reached for her, but Makayla shooed him away. They both sat as she eventually regained her composure, somewhat.

Through sniffles and wiping her eyes, Larissa began. "He doesn't exist anymore," she whispered silently. "The man that came that close died when I was 22. He never saw me graduate college or gave me away at my wedding. He never even got to meet the man I married. I think, if he had, my father could have seen straight through him, and I might have ended up with someone much like you father, Kayla. My father was all those things. He had faults, sure, like anyone else. But he left me. He left me alone to fend for myself. To make horrible decisions and see no way out of them." She flashed a fake smile, feeling so uncomfortable for unloading such personal feelings to them.

Garrett slid across the couch and hugged Larissa tightly. She dropped her head on his chest, sobbing again. Makayla crawled across the oriental rug until she nestled up against Larissa's legs. She placed her arms, folded, across Larissa's thighs, letting her chin come to rest on them as she lovingly stared at Larissa.

Larissa smiled at the welcome show of affection from both of them. She ran her fingertips through Makayla's silky locks and held Garrett's hand. "You know, if I had ever had any children, I'd want them to be exactly like you, Kayla. I'm sorry for butting in where I shouldn't have. Now that I've heard how you feel, I will say that I'm still disturbed at what I saw. That's definitely not something anyone would be used to seeing. But I will say that I can honestly see how you would be so attracted to such a man. Not only does he instill all of the things you've said about him, but he is a very beautiful man. Any woman, with any sense about her, would realize that and never let him go. It's just a shame that he's so much older then you, not to mention he's your father."

Makayla scanned up Larissa's legs, admiring how cute she looked in the over-sized dress shirt. It was her father's. "Do I sense an air of jealousy, Larissa?" Makayla smiled.

"I can say now, without any reservations that I have been attracted to your father since I first met him. I thought about how sad it was that such a man would give his life away to such a woman. I could see the selfishness in her. I have always had a deep respect for you because of how you've given your life to keep your daughter happy," she said, looking at Garrett. "So, yes, I guess I am jealous. I thought Liam was such a man. I knew I was lying to myself."

"So, have you ever had sexual thoughts about my daddy?" Makayla hoped she could lighten the mood.

"Okay, that's a little too personal for now, sweetheart." Garrett chided her.

"It's okay, Garrett. Your daughter has been more then honest with me, and from the looks of it, you've learned something about her too." She paused, collecting her words carefully. "Yes. I have thought of being with your father. But, then again, I'm not exactly what you would call normal, now am I, Kayla?"

"You're normal. Maybe just a bit kinky or giving of yourself, but you're normal," Makayla laughed.

"So, was that the first time anything has ever happened between you two? Knowing the story now, I'm very intrigued. Maybe even a little turned on."

Garrett decided he could feel comfortable enough with the situation to answer the question. "No, that wasn't the first time. It has progressed for about a year now. And no, we have not had sex, if that's what you're thinking." Garrett realized he was still nervous about his admission.

"But I really want him to, Larissa. I don't need to even think about it. I've wanted it forever. All of the things I've told you about my daddy, I knew from long ago. I could see no other person on Earth that I would rather give my innocence to."

"Innocence? You mean...? As gorgeous as you are, you've never...? Ever even...?

"Nope. Never. I've always wanted him to be my first. I knew anyone else would be lesser, in all respects. I've never so much as even sucked another guy's dick. I knew he would treat me right and do it perfectly. Gently."

"Well, I will say I wish I was as smart as you are, at you're age. Maybe not in the sense that I wanted my... um, dad to do it, but I was stupid. As all young girls are, I gave it away without thought." Larissa close her eyes for a moment and open them, glancing at the both of them, then both to Makayla. "I apologize, but all this talk about virginity and such, is really starting to work me up." She laughed.

"Oooh, maybe Larissa has some needs that need to be taken care of." Makayla smiled at her father as she began running her fingers slowly up Larissa's thighs. She stopped, looking Larissa in the eyes, in her sexy, little way.

"God, Makayla, if you weren't you're father's daughter..." Larissa bit her lip and moaned lightly.

"Continue? Maybe that doesn't matter. Ever thought about that?" Makayla teased her. She slowly leaned her head toward Larissa, and lightly ran her tongue only a few inches along the inside of Larissa's tightly closed legs; never taking her eyes off of Larissa's.

"Oh my God!" Larissa's legs automatically parted, slightly. "Garrett, I can see how it could be so hard to resist her!"

"Are you not going to finish what you were saying? About if I weren't his daughter?" Makalya peeked between Larissa's legs. She smiled slightly at the bottom of the shirt as it split along the button seam, to reveal just a small hint of the nakedness underneath.

"Let's just say I would love for you to continue, and leave it at that." She turned to Garrett, but still spoke to Makayla. "You've got to be this sexiest girl I've ever laid eyes on."

"You know, Daddy has mentioned how unbelievably sexy he thinks it would be to see his little girl licking another girl's sweet, little pussy." Makayla licked her lips and stood softly. She ran her fingertip along Larissa's thigh. "Did you know she's shaved, Daddy?" Makayla slowly inched her finger up Larissa's leg and gently lifted the bulky shirt for her father to see.

Garrett excitedly watched as his daughter revealed the older woman's bareness to him. "Not shaved, honey. She had laser hair removal." Garrett grinned.

"And just how would you know that, Daddy?" Makayla showed a face of contempt towards him. "You know how jealous I get?"

"It was an accident, sugar." Garrett frowned.

"Sure it was, Daddy."

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Makayla came down the stairs and ventured into the kitchen. The smell was incredible. "Hey, you guys, that smells wonderful, Larissa."

"Good morning," both Garrett and Larissa turned to greet her and welcome her to the table.

Larissa was just finished cooking the eggs and Garrett was drinking a steamy cup of coffee. Larissa's mouth dropped as she caught sight of the young beauty, prancing across the kitchen to the refrigerator.

"My Lord, Garrett! Does she always roam around the house like that?"

Makayla was bent over, looking in the fridge, as Garrett peered over the steam of his coffee cup. Makalya had a thin, pink thong stretched tightly across her perfect, little ass. Both buttocks stood properly facing them and her legs tightened from the search for orange juice.

"Sometimes in less," Garrett answered. "At least she wearing panties that you can't see through this morning."

Both of them watched as Makayla rose and turned to face them with the carton of orange juice in hand. Her breasts were stuffed into a skin-tight, spaghetti-strapped top, that showed her smooth stomach completely.

"If I were eighteen again," Larissa said lightly as she sat the plate on the table in front of Garrett.

Makayla sat beside her father. "Mmmm that looks delicious! Daddy, when was the last time you saw breakfast on the table, that you didn't cook yourself?" Makayla's nipples poked through the thin material of her top.

"Um, can't say I remember sweetie." Garrett smiled as he popped an entire piece of bacon in his mouth.

Larissa jumped up from her chair to grab some napkins.

"Looks like my Daddy's shirt is getting more wear then normal," Makayla snickered.

Larissa turned to the comment. "I can't exactly say I was prepared for being here this long. Does it bother you? I had planned on going out today to buy a few things. Maybe I should pick up some pajamas." Larissa handed Makayla a napkin.

"No, it's okay. Really. I have plenty of clothes, if you want to borrow anything. You look about my size."

"Ha! I wish! I couldn't fill one of your bra cups with both of my tits!" Larissa laughed as she looked down at the massive amount of cleavage pouring out of the teenagers top.

"Oh come on! I'm not that huge! I meant, like, panties and shorts and tops and all." Makayla brought the fork full of eggs to her lips, looking up at Larissa.

"Yeah, I can just imagine how I'd feel wearing an eighteen year olds panties."

"Oh, I forgot. Old women wear granny panties." Makayla laughed as she chewed.

"Watch it! I'm not that much older then you."

The all ate slowly, enjoying each others company. They discussed the situation with Rebecca and Liam and what they were going to do, and how they felt. Makayla rose and sat her glass and plate in the sink.

"Those aren't gonna wash themselves," Garrett teased. Larissa and he both admired her half-naked form from behind.

"But Daddy, I have to go shopping today. I still have to get ready. You know school starts soon. Plus, you don't want your little girl getting all wet do you?" Makayla pulled the sprayer from the sink, holding it up towards her breasts.

"What a tease!" Larissa stood to walk her plate to the sink as well. "Garrett, you have quite a handful, here. You should help your father out. He does a lot for you, you know?"

"Hey, I help my Daddy out! And so what if I'm a tease? At least I'm a tease that pleases." Makayla ran her hands up her stomach and firmly squeezed her breasts in her hands. "Handful? More like two!"

Larissa quickly grabbed the sprayer, cut the water on and showered Makayla in warm water.

"Oh my god! You bitch!" Makayla fought with Larissa over the sprayer, as Garrett laughed harder then he had in a long time. After the fun was over, both Larissa and Makayla laughed and looked at the damage.

"Well you said you needed to get ready. I assumed that meant you needed a shower. Plus, that's what you do to a dog in heat!" Larissa chuckled as she sprayed Makayla's chest one last time. "I didn't mean help him out with his erections. I meant around the house."

"Well this is certainly not helping me out with my erection," Garrett chimed in. Both the girls turned to look at him, then down at each others saturated clothes. They both looked at each other, with devilish stares. Quickly, Larissa turned the spray nozzle towards Garrett and pulled the trigger.

"Hey cut it out! I'm ready for work!" Garrett slid back in his chair, hoping to dodge the water.

"Down boy!" Larissa laughed, as she replaced the nozzle back to the sink.

Makayla tip-toed around the table and lightly sat her firm, little ass on her father's lap. She melted her ass into his crotch, sitting sideways, with her long, tan legs crossed. Larissa stood and watched, oddly interested.

"I hope you have a great day at work, Daddy. Don't let that slut, Natalie, tease you today. Look at what you have waiting for you at home." She turned and winked at Larissa, then back to him.

Larissa watched as Garrett lightly ran his hand up and down his daughter's slippery thigh. Garrett peeked down and stole a look at his beautiful daughter's drenched top. He could make out her hard, perky nipples digging into the fabric. Larissa interrupted, as she sat back down at the table. Garrett looked at her uncomfortably.

"No, don't mind me. Looks like you need a little father/daughter time. By all means, show him what he has waiting on him at home." Larissa smiled. "Act like I'm not even here."

Makayla turned to see Larissa's approving nod. She lifted her leg high, bringing it around the other side of Garrett's hip, and firmly repositioned her ass against him. She slowly gyrated her hips, feeling him grow beneath her. She lightly kissed her father.

Larissa stared as Makayla's lips opened from the kiss. She watch the young temptress slowly wiggle her tongue across her father's lips. She felt such a rush of sexual tension, in her body, watching the forbidden kiss. She sensed Garrett still seemed a bit nervous, but welcomed his daughter's tongue into his mouth, as they both fell deeper into the kiss. She felt her tongue begin to play with her own lips, as Garrett's hands slowly slid around his young daughter's perfect ass. He squeezed tightly, pulling her body harder against his. Makayla moaned quietly, feeling his hardness press against her thinly-covered pussy. She pulled away from him slightly, acknowledging that some one was watching them still.

Makayla rose, stepped around Garrett's side, and gently kissed him on the forehead. She had his full attention. She always did. Makayla's lips pouted as her fingers dragged up her bare stomach. She dug her fingertips under the bottom of the top and slowly peeled it higher, teasingly revealing small amounts of her breasts. She watched the delight on her father's face, then quickly looked at Larissa. Larissa was entranced as well.

Makayla lifted her top up over her head, letting her large, firm breasts sway from the release. Larissa gasped unknowingly. Makayla began seductively touching her breasts, pushing them together and letting them jiggle as she let them go. "This is what's waiting on you when you get home, Daddy." She bent over again, and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a good day, Daddy."

Garrett followed his daughter's sultry form as she walked towards Larissa. Makayla could see the desire on her guest's face, as Larissa looked her up and down as she approached. Makayla stood directly in front of Larissa, pressing herself between Lariss's tightly closed legs; forcing her to open them. Makayla let her take in her fantastic, tight, young body, then turned with her back facing her. Makayla slowly inched the dripping wet thong down her hips. She watched her father's expression as she let the panties fall around her ankles. He was stunned.

Makayla stepped out of the panties. She bent over, in front of Larissa, sure that her naked ass was only a few feet from her face. She picked up the panties, arching her back hard, to give the slightly older woman a nice view of her immaculate pussy. Makayla turned to face Larissa, letting her tiny panties dangle from her fingertip. 

"Try these on and see if they fit." Makayla waited for Larissa to accept them, but Larissa was too busy being awestruck; looking at the young goddesses nakedness. Makayla dropped the panties on Larissa's leg, bringing her out of her concentration. "Wanna go shopping with me? I'll let you in the dressing room." Makayla laughed like a child, as Larissa slowly came out with the answer.

"Sure. Sounds like fun. Just us girls." Larissa was blushing.

Makayla leaned down and whispered into Larissa's ear; her breasts brushing against Larissa's shoulder. She knew her father was watching. She wiggled her ass for him to see, making sure her innocence was easily displayed for his enjoyment. She turned and looked at him, her eyes full of mischief, then turned back to Larissa's ear.

"I want to thank you for all that you're doing, Larissa."

To hear her name being whispered by this young, naked, perfection of a girl, sent shivers down her body. "Larissa." The sound of her sweet voice excited her to the very core.

"You don't know how long it has been since I've heard him laugh. He deserves better then my mother. Just as he would be of me, I am very protective of him. I wouldn't let just any woman sleep in his bed. Thank you for helping us through this and making it a little easier, Larissa."

Again, her name being spoken by such perfection. Larissa oozed onto the hard, wooden seat of the chair. Makayla leaned down to face Larissa. Larissa quickly peeked down at the teenager's huge globes, dangling in front of her. She looked at Makayla in her beautiful, glassy eyes. Makayla leaned in and lightly kissed Larissa on the lips. She pulled back enough to focus on Larissa's eyes once more.

"Thank you, Larissa." Makayla laid her hand high on Larissa's thigh, using it for stability. Larissa could feel the fire between her legs, as she felt the contact. Again, Makayla leaned in closer and lightly pressed her lips against Larissa's. She felt Larissa sigh as she barely traced her lips with the very tip of her tongue. Makayla slowly rose, never breaking eye contact. "I'm going to go get ready."

Garrett sat flooded in lusty imagery as his daughter walked past him.

"See ya in a few hours, Daddy."

Garrett's eyes locked with Larissa's. He watched her close her eyes, obviously reveling in the moment. He could see the sheer lust in her face and body. Her legs were still opened, slightly. His dress shirt parted between her legs. He felt his cock pulse as he looked at his daughter's panties still laying on Larissa's bare thigh. How could such a young girl know exactly what turned people on?

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Garrett sat in his office chair replaying the events that had happened only a few hours prior. Natalie had strolled into his office a few times, handing him various things to be checked and approved. There was obviously a thick cloud around them now. The flirtations were one thing, but after what took place between them, only two nights before, things definitely weren't the same.

He had taken the previous day off, to deal with his cheating and hospitalized wife, and also that little thing about Larissa catching him and his daughter in such an embarrassing situation. As he entered his office, he noticed a card lying on his desk. It was from Natalie:

"Mr. Conner, I'm incredibly sorry about your wife. I know that you love her very much and I should have handled things a little differently. I wish only the best for her. I hope she stays strong and pulls through okay. I know this must all be so difficult for you and I would like to personally apologize for my actions. I know how it must have looked for you daughter to see me show up at the hospital like that. I hope I didn't come between you two. Please take care and know that I am here for you. Whatever you need, you can count on me.

Sincerely, Natalie

Garrett cringed at the letter. He knew Natalie for what she was now. A manipulative little slut. He laughed, to himself, about her fake apology and how she hoped she hadn't come between him and Makayla. He knew she wanted nothing more then to come between them. Natalie obviously didn't know he had admitted what had happened between them, and that Makayla had all but told him that he could do whatever he wanted.

He had no clue what his daughter and Natalie's feud was all about, but he did know a liar when he saw one. And she worked for him.

But still, his mind quickly recalled the escapade between him, Natalie, and Brittany. He visualized the sight of Natalie, licking the tiny girl's pussy, and how she spoke to him as she did it. How she teased him and beckoned him to come closer. He envisioned Natalie, hovering over him, with her legs spread so far apart. His dick, the only thing connected to her, as she slammed herself down onto it. How her perfectly fit physique undulated on top of him. How tight Brittany's young pussy had been. And how cute, yet undeniably sexy, she looked trying to fit his cock inside her. The thoughts ran rampant through his mind.

Natalie draped herself over the front of his desk, assuming the position that gave Garrett the best view, in the mirror. He shook himself out of the recollection, trying desperately to keep from looking directly at her.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 10



"Mr. Conner? Brittany and I are going out for lunch today. Would you like to join us?" Natalie had worn a short, jean skirt to work today. A common teenage-type skirt, riddled with holes. It barely covered her ass, standing up. He could just image how far it rode up as she teasingly leaned over the desk. He fought himself, but he had to look.

He casually lifted his head to answer her, briefly scanning the mirror. "What a slut!" He thought as he pried his eyes away from the reflection. Her entire ass was showing. Naked. He could see her bare, peachy pussy lips. seemingly permanently covered in juices. He caught the glare of the clit ring, shining in the heavy florescent lighting. He peered into her smiling face, his own displaying a look of mixed disgust and arousal.

"No thank you. I will be going home for lunch with my daughter." He quickly turned back to his computer monitor.

"Okay, well, the offer is open if you change your mind." Natalie lightly began tracing the back of her thigh, hoping he would follow. As much as he wanted to, he didn't. She began slowly circling her fingertips across her exposed buttocks. Still, he wouldn't waiver. She slowly began tracing her juicy pussy lips, slipping a finger completely inside, pulling it out slowly only to slip it back in again. He held firm (no pun intended).

Natalie rose slowly, making her way around his desk. She sat lightly on his desk, not bothering to tuck her skirt under her. Not that it would have mattered, for its length. Crossing her legs, she bumped against his.

"Mr. Conner, do you want to talk about anything?" Natalie shifted her weight to her side, for him to be able to see up her skirt. She scratched her upper thigh.

Garrett turned coldly to her. His will was obviously weak. He found himself following her legs up to her almost completely exposed ass, quickly gazing at her naked pussy, puckered tightly between her legs. He looked into her eyes.

"Natalie, what has happened between you and I was a horrible mistake. I don't know what your agenda is, but I can tell you now, you will never come between my daughter and I. I advise you to wear more appropriate clothing to work tomorrow. That is not professional in any way. He looked back down at her poor excuse for a skirt.

She followed his eyes. "Your daughter has a skirt exactly like this." She casually continued to scratch her thigh, knowing he was watching.

"She doesn't work for me, now does she? Natalie, you are quite a beautiful young woman. But your personality severely lacks. Looks won't always get you what you want." Garrett returned his gaze to the computer screen.

"Mr. Conner, I know it was a mistake. I have no agenda... now. I will be honest with you though." She waited for him to look back at her. He didn't.

"That might be a first, Natalie. But, please, proceed."

Natalie uncrossed her legs, sliding closer to Garrett. She laid her hand on top of his, pleading for him to acknowledge her. He faced her.

"I thank you for hiring me. I needed this more then you know. But I also, had originally, wanted to come between you and your daughter. We have a lot of history, some of it good, some of it bad. I wanted to get her back for things she had done to me in the past. I thought that if I could persuade you to hire me... I could..." Natalie looked into Garrett's eyes innocently.

"Thought you could?" Garrett quickly peered between her tightly closed legs. The skirt offered no obstruction to her smooth nakedness.

"I thought I could... um..." Natalie fought for words that seemed to be sincere.

"Thought you could come in here and wear your slutty outfits and flirt with me? Thought you could tease a married man with a child into fucking you? Is that what you thought?" Garrett pulled his hand away from Natalie's. "Well, you succeeded, Natalie. You got what you came here to do. Are you going to give me your notice now?" Garrett had lost his temper, which was probably a good thing.

"Mr. Conner I don't want to quit! I love it here. I'm trying to tell you that I am genuinely sorry for what has happened. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it, though. But all those things you just said, yes they are true. But when I saw how close you and Makayla were at the hospital, in such a terrible situation, I knew what I was doing was wrong. What has happened in the past, with me and your daughter, should be in the past. I regret how I have been taunting you." Natalie leaned forward to Garrett. "Please, just this once, believe that I am truly sorry."

Garrett had always given people second chances. With Rebecca, more then two. He felt his sensitivity coming forward. "Natalie, I will accept your apology. But, from now on, you do know that there will be tension between us. I have to accept that, and so do you. But you also have to live up to this apology."

"Yes I know. After having sex with each other, there is bound to be some sexual tension. But, I'm willing..."

Garrett interrupted. "Sexual tension, yes. But I was referring more to the tension, I have, knowing that you were trying to sabotage my family."

"Again, I'm sorry. I have a weakness for revenge, at times. I will try my best to remain professional and not to come across so... so needy. I'll wear less revealing clothes, if you want. This is just my style." Natalie looked down at her outfit, slightly separating her legs.

"Well I don't want to be the one to deny you of your individuality." Garrett smirked. He did, in fact, love what Natalie wore. It was usually on his mind on his commute to work every morning.

Natalie leaned forward to offer Garrett a hug. He obliged. Natalie's legs parted liberally as she leaned further toward him. They hugged for a short moment; long enough for Garrett to inhale her wonderfully fragrant scent. He could see, over her back in the mirror, her skirt raised high up on her hips. Her incredibly tight ass was in full view. Her pussy proudly perked up. How could he be stupid enough to do away with such a view?

As the tightness of the hug loosened, Garrett whispered in her ear. "I'll be honest with you now. The other night was fantastic. If it had only been under different circumstances. It was honestly one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced." Garrett followed Natalie's small face as she pulled away from him. She left her arms wrapped around his neck, looking him in the eyes.

"I enjoyed it too, Mr. Conner. I just wished we could've finished. I've been thinking about it since it happened. I'm not one to leave things unfinished." She leaned back on the desk, leaving her legs spread wide for him to take her nakedness in. "As you can see, you turn me on more then I think any man ever has. I don't know what it is about you, and honestly, maybe it's the fact that you're married or the secretiveness of it. But you are an extremely gorgeous man, nonetheless."

She looked down to her dripping pussy, taking a finger and gently cupping it through the warm folds. "But this is something that I can not hide." She slowly licked the glistening sex off of her finger, sending Garrett to full arousal. "If I must be completely honest with you now, I want to fuck you, Mr. Conner. I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you. I wanted to fuck you every time I spent the night at your house when I was younger. I want to fuck you right now. I know that I must control myself and my urges, but I just thought I would be honest." She slipped off the desk, pulling her skirt down tightly. "So, just for the record, if you ever feel the need, don't hesitate. I'm telling you right now that I will fuck you at any place and any time. Have a good lunch, Mr. Conner, and tell Kayla that I'm thinking of her." Natalie placed her hand on Garrett's shoulder, lightly squeezed, and walked out of his office.

Garrett sat back in his chair, amazed at her bluntness. "I will fuck you at any place and any time," echoed repeatedly in his mind. He cheered silently, in his head, that he didn't take her up on it. As badly as he wanted to fuck her devilish little brains out, he had resisted her temptations. But God her pussy looked so inviting! Garrett looked at the wet puddle Natalie had left on the desk. It was the exact shape of her pussy.

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Makayla and Larissa spent the entire day shopping for clothes. They enjoyed each others company. Makayla felt like she had found her long-lost sister. They seemed to have so much in common and Larissa was so much fun to be around. Makayla wondered what it would've been like if she had been her mother. She imagined how much fun her family could have had.

Makayla talked Larissa into purchasing quite a few sexy little outfits that Larissa would have overlooked completely.

"That would look so sexy on you, Larissa! You have such a cute, little body." Makayla held the skirt up to Larissa's waist. "God, I wish I was a size one!" She handed the skirt to Larissa.

"Oh shut up, you little skank! You're all of a size two, so don't make it out like you're fat! And thank you for the compliment. I would say the same to you, but we both know your body is far from cute. I think I might be a little old for this skirt, hun." Larissa held it up higher and motioned for Makayla to put it back.

"Nonsense! What are you, twenty-something?"

"I'm twenty-nine, if you must know."

"Well you'd pass, easily, for twenty-two. I mean you look like my slightly older cousin, or something. So you're saying I'm not cute?" Makayla wiggled her ass in front of Larissa, letting her short, airy skirt tossle about her hips."

"No, you're definitely cute, well, more like completely adorable! But you have the body of a goddess. I would kill to have your body!"

"To have it in what way?" Makayla teased. "Besides, Daddy always liked the cute women. I catch him staring at the really petite women more then the curvy ones with big tits." Makayla motioned for her to follow her to the dressing room. "Come on, let's try these on."

Larissa rolled her eyes as Makayla handed her the skirt back. She hadn't bothered to put it back and insisted that she try it on. "Okay, fine." Larissa jerked the skirt from Makayla's grasp. "Where did you get that cute little skirt that you have on." Larissa pointed as she questioned as they entered the small room.

"I think I bought it a couple years ago. I don't remember where. I wore this skirt the first time Daddy and I let things go further then flirting. Last year on my birthday." She stood, watching Larissa pull her top over her head.

Larissa began unbuttoning her jeans. "Hey, your birthday is only a few days away right?"

"Yep. Eight days, actually."

"So are you going to tell me all about it? Was it weird?" She quickly shucked the tight jeans, standing back up straight, in only her bra and panties.

"Sure, maybe when it's a little more uninhabited. And honestly, it wasn't weird at all. We have been dancing around the flirtations for years. It had actually gotten to the point where we'd say if we weren't related to each other..." Makayla scanned Larissa's skin as Larissa took the skirt off the hanger.

"Are you going to finish that sentence or is that as far as you two got with that?" Larissa stepped into the skirt and pulled it up her legs.

"I don't think we ever actually said we'd fuck each other, I just think it was implied. But that day was absolutely amazing. We didn't actually do anything, but just the connection we had... The excitement of who it was, was mind-blowing. Wow that looks hot on you, Larissa!" Makayla watched as Larissa turned about in the mirror, looking at herself.

"Oh no! This is WAY too short! Maybe for a girl your age, but this is not me! You can see my ass if I even slightly bend over!" Larissa peered over her shoulder as she demonstrated.

"Well, for one, you don't have it on right." Makayla smiled at Larissa's confusion, knowing there is only one way to put on a skirt. Makayla knelt down in front of Larissa, slipping her hands up her skirt and firmly tugged Larissa's panties down her legs. Larissa offered no resistance.

"Now, try it again."

Larissa bent over slowly, her eyes growing wider as more of her nakedness emerged. "Oh my God, Makayla, someone could see my pussy!"

Makayla laughed, "Only the people you want to see it."

Larissa laughed. "Like your father?" She paused, observing Makayla's evil grin. "Oh come on! I've heard people say that younger girls wear these without panties in public, but I'm pretty sure not many girl's are that brave, right?"

Makayla peeled her own skirt up cutely.

"Oh my God, Makayla! You do that all the time? What if the wind blows?" Larissa stared at the teenagers uncovered pussy.

"I guess some lucky bastard gets a peek," she laughed. "And yeah, pretty much all the time, unless I feel like wearing cute, little panties. And I'm a virgin. Imagine what the sluts do."

"How times do change!" Larissa laughed, almost embarrassed. She reached for her panties.

"Oh no! You got to see me. Now it's your turn." Makayla reached for the zipper on Larissa's skirt.

Larissa froze.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed to get naked in front of an eighteen year old girl?"

"No. Well..." Larissa cleared her throat. "Can I tell you something personal?"

"Yes, please. I'm listening."

"Well, I didn't have any brothers or sisters, growing up. I was never around anyone to be close enough to be naked in front of. When Liam and I fooled around with other women, I was so nervous and usually embarrassed. I know I keep myself in great shape, but he always brought much younger girls home for me. And I wasn't really that into it, at all..." She paused. "I wasn't really into girls at all. I just did it because it made him happy." Larissa reached for her panties, once again, holding them in her hand.

"Sounds like you really loved him. You're just like Dad. Always giving and never getting anything in return. So, did you eventually become turned on to women?"

"No. I mean, that is until..." Larissa turned slightly away from Makayla.

Makayla closed the gap between them. "Until what, Larissa?"

Larissa spun around, facing Makayla. "I'm attracted to you! When we were talking about you and your father the other day, and you teased me, I was just going along with it. I've never been turned on by that. But this morning, when you were sitting on Garrett's lap, teasing him... I felt something. When you took your top off and I saw your fabulous breasts, I almost came unglued! And to see you both kissing so passionately and watching his hands squeezing your ass, oh God!" Larissa held her hand up to indicate she wasn't finished. "Okay. Sorry. But, when you came over to me... I just became so overwhelmed. And when you bent over in front of me... I've never wanted so badly to... to... And then you took your panties off and laid them on me. And, oh my God, I think I almost came when I heard you whisper my name in my ear." Larissa turned away again. "And then the kiss..."

"What about the kiss, Larissa? I didn't think it was all that bad." Makayla spoke softly in her ear.

"No, it wasn't bad at all. It was great! I wanted more. I have never been turned on by another female in my entire life. Makayla, I have never seen a woman's body as unbelievably sexy as yours." She turned to face Makayla, both of them so close to one another.

"Thank you, Larissa. I think yours is very, very sexy too." Makayla felt the excitement building inside her. She could feel Larissa's breath, heavy on her face. She could see Larissa's eyes growing heavy as well. She seemed to be so aroused. And then Makayla felt Larissa's soft, tiny hand touch her cheek lightly. Both of them leaned in for the inevitable kiss.

Larissa whimpered quietly as the two women kissed softly. Had this dressing room ever seen such eroticism? Who knows who was just on the other side of the door, but both of them had done away with such trivial wonderings. They explored each others mouths. Slowly taking in each other, playing with one another's tongue. Makayla's hands traveled up and down Larissa's arms, making Larissa shiver from the touch. Makayla ran her hands along Larissa's back, gently unclasping her bra.

The look on Larissa's face was pure. Curiosity had come over her. She looked into Makayla's eyes sleepily, then down to Makayla's thin fingers, gently slipping the bra down her arms. Makayla groaned slightly, looking at Larissa's breasts, finally exposed for her own curiosity.

"Larissa, those are definitely nothing to be to be ashamed of. You have incredibly beautiful breasts. You should show them off more. I would have thought they were smaller then they are. You definitely need sexier bras." Makayla lightly ran her fingertips over Larissa's bare breasts, tracing her nipples so softly. She squeezed them tightly, watching them expand in her grasp. "Oh wow, they're so firm! You should definitely be proud."

Larissa had become mute. Just the sight of Makayla's hands on her naked breasts made her weak. "I want to touch yours," she whispered.

In an odd way, Makayla felt like the older person, at this moment. She seemed to be in complete control over her older companion. She lightly peeled her top up her body slowly, enjoying her audience's amazement. Makayla reached around behind her, unsnapping the clasp. Larissa watched as Makayla's huge breasts lowered from the release. She lightly ran her hands up the sides of Makayla's breasts, feeling the cool, sheer fabric tightly hugging to them. She slowly traced her fingertips across the uncovered cleavage above. Her eyes slightly closed as Makayla brought her bra down over her breasts, proudly showing them to her new friend.

"Oh... Makayla, they have to be the most beautiful boobs I've ever seen." She gently cupped as much as she could fit in her tiny hands, letting the rest spill over. She was amazed at how they made her hands disappear. "How can they be so firm and perky and be that big?" Larissa touched them in silence, enjoying every nuance of them.

Makayla leaned in and lightly licked Larissa's lips. Larissa seemed to become an animal and immediately began frantically tongue-kissing her. Makayla gently pressed her large, naked breasts against Larissa's, resulting in Larissa panting, "Oh my God, yes!" Larissa slipped her hand down Makayla's bare stomach, slowly inching her fingertips under the loose waist of Makayla's skirt. She moved so slowly, processing exactly how each inch deeper felt. Soon she cooed, muffled by Makayla's mouth, as her fingers gently wrapped around Makayla's smooth, little mound. Her other hand slowly ran up Makayla's inner thigh, amazed at how baby soft it was. She felt the light skirt collecting along her arm as it moved up, until she met her other hand. Gently she began stroking Makayla's soft labia, moaning louder as the young girl's juices made her touch so slippery.

Makayla stepped back, ending the kiss and the contact. Larissa seemed slightly disappointed. Makayla sat down on the bench, spreading her legs far enough to be considered a split. Each of her feet pressed against either side of her, on the bench. She slipped a hand under each thigh, pulling her legs wider for Larissa's amazement. Her young, unfucked pussy couldn't be any more pronounced.

"My word, you limber little thing!" Larissa stared into Makayla's sex-crazed eyes, then back at her small, perfect pussy. Her huge tits pressed hard against each other. One of Makayla's hands ventured down the back of her thigh. She began lightly cupping her ass cheek, then traced up and down her tender, little pussy. It smacked quietly from the juices. She slowly eased a single finger inside. Makayla bit her lip and moaned as she delicately fucked herself; slow and shallow.

Larissa stood silently, observing. She found herself unzipping the skirt, letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it as she came closer to the masturbating teenager.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 11



Garrett slumped further into his office chair. Thoughts came in and out of his mind of the turns his life had taken. His lovely, though selfish wife, had admitted to infidelity. Something he could, in time, forgive. But things had changed. He knew that she never loved him quite the way a woman should love her husband. And now he questioned himself as to why he had ever married her in the first place.

If anything good had come from it, it was his beautiful daughter. She was, in every sense of the word, perfect. Not in just looks, but her personality shown above anyone he had ever met. She held herself well. Not in a conceited way. Sure, she knew she was a knockout, but she didn't focus on her beauty. She was smart, caring and totally giving. She had it all. Garrett once again affirmed something he had tossed around mentally for quite some time. If she were anyone other then his daughter, he would be madly in love with her.

He thought about earlier that morning. How she seemed to know exactly how to turn anyone, including a much older woman, into putty. He replayed her and Larissa laughing and playing around, spraying each other with water. He imagined what their family would have been like if someone like Larissa had been his wife. How much fun and how much easier it all would have been. He wondered if he had such a wonderful wife, that genuinely cared for him and met his needs, would he have ever fallen so deeply for his own offspring.

He sat, idly, visualizing his lovely daughter straddling his body, slowly moving against him so seductively. How perfect her breasts were, the slight sheen of water still collected on them. He fixated on watching her overwhelm their attractive guest; taking off her panties in front of her and displaying her treasures.

He glanced into the adjacent office. Natalie had been back from lunch for some time. He hadn't been honest with her. He never went home, knowing his daughter and Larissa were shopping. He watched her, deep in her work. Her leg draped over the other. Her skirt was far too short for her to tuck under herself. He gazed at most of her naked hip, uncovered.

He tried to think of the night that he had finally got to fuck her, to see her naked, as disgusting. But he was lying to himself. He loved every second. He retraced it in detail, every chance the thought came into his mind. He could hear her voice still admitting to him that he could fuck her any time he wanted. He recalled her saying how she hated to leave anything unfinished. He decided he hated that as well. He wanted to fuck her. How could he not?

He had a fondness, especially, when he thought about Brittany. How she was so shy, so unexplainably young looking, so fucking cute! She looked so deliciously adorable as she squirmed and whimpered, trying to wedge Garrett's cock inside her tiny, little body. Natalie was right, though she probably should've kept it to herself; she did look like a little girl. But that kind of thinking could ruin a man's mind. Still, he thought about it.

He quickly diverted his eyes, noticing that Natalie was looking right at him. He had apparently zoned out on her lack of clothing as he fell deep in thought.

Who was this girl? Why was she still so open to giving him anything he wanted, even after her claim of dissolving the feud with his daughter? He was, indeed, old enough to be her father. He wondered what her life must be like, outside the office. Was she troubled and thought that if she gave in to men's desires, she would be loved? Was it for attention? Was it true that she had fucked so many of her friends fathers? Even more so, was it true that she had been fucking her own father for years? His mind couldn't grasp the possibility, regardless of how him and his daughter's relationship had changed so much. There was definitely more to this whole thing then he knew about. He watched her stand. She looked so graceful walking toward him.

"Something on your mind Mr. Conner?" Natalie eased around the corner of his desk and propped herself against it.

"Tons. But nothing you need to be concerned about." Garrett braced himself at the view before him.

"Did you enjoy lunch with Kayla?"

"I didn't go. I have too much to do. I need to catch up from yesterday and there's too much on my mind." He nervously stretched his neck from side to side.

"How about I give you a massage?" Natalie didn't give Garrett a chance to respond. She stepped around behind him.

He hoped she didn't notice when he shuddered from her small hands lying on his shoulders. She began forcefully digging into his tense muscles. He found it odd that such a thin girl could have so much strength.

"That feels great, Natalie. Thank you." Garrett loosened a little more.

"Well you apparently need some attention these days." Natalie lightly scraped her manicured nails down his neck; under the collar of his shirt. Tingles burst forth from every corner of his body. He decided to dismiss the obvious innuendo and closed his eyes.

"Brittany told me to tell you hello." Natalie broke the silence as she kneaded his shoulders. Silence. "I think she's got a little crush on you." She let out a tiny, airy laugh.

"Oh really? Well she quite a cute little thing, herself. Natalie, can you tell me, honestly, what women see about me being desirable?"

Natalie thought for a moment as she pinched his neck. "I think most women know when a man is a man, if you know what I mean. I don't know about all women, but I think women are still attracted to men that are rugged and firm. Men that take charge and ask few questions. Men that make women think they are at their mercy, regardless of all the feminist bullshit. In my opinion, if all things are truly equal, then why the hell do we need two genders?" She waited for a response but none came. She continued. "I'm not saying that men and women aren't or shouldn't be equal, but so many women want these sensitive men. They basically want a woman with a dick." She laughed and then proceeded. "Now, with you, you have both. You take charge when you need to, but you have a wonderful caring, sensitive side. You know when to separate the two. You are a true man, without being a chavenistic caveman."

"But no one but women close to me would know that. I mean I've had my fair share of rejection, but lately, it seems, I couldn't hide from interested women if I wanted to. I don't know what it is. Hell, I have teenagers coming on to me! And I'm old enough to be their fathers!" He felt Natalie squeeze much tighter at the statement.

"Times have changed, Mr. Conner. Younger women are becoming a little smarter then they were before. We know where to go when we want it good. We know the boys our ages aren't experienced enough to give us what we want."

"Understandable. But forty? Maybe twenty or early thirties, but not anything older then that."

Natalie bent down so she could speak into Garrett's ear. "Mr. Conner, I'm going to be honest with you."

Garrett's hair stood on end, feeling her sweet breath on his ear.

"This may sound completely wrong, but girls my age don't exactly care about morals yet. Your age is perfect. You've completely learned how to satisfy a woman, well, hopefully anyway. Men your age are usually hornier then teenage boys. You've had life experiences. Real ones. Things to talk about. Interesting things. You've made mistakes. You have answers. But the biggest reason? We know that most of the men your age are married. I know, it sounds so horrible. But we know that a good, exciting fuck from an older, married man with kids gives us no reason to worry. After it's over, we know nothing will come of it. We know he will usually not pursue it any further, for fear of losing his family. We know he is in a position that he couldn't bear to lose his job or stature if he persisted. Regardless of what men think or what women try to make them perceive, women want to be fucked just as much as guys want to fuck them. Of course women have this stigma about being looked upon as a whore, or whatever. And that's exactly why what I just said fits. You see, I could fuck a man your age as many times as I wanted, and no one would find out. No one would suspect a thing. I know he would never tell. Do you see what I'm getting at?" Natalie hummed in his ear.

"It makes sense, not morally, but it is a seemingly foolproof plan."

"But to answer your question, women see a very handsome man, with you. Girls see all those things I said before and a handsome man. They see that you're in better shape then ninety percent of the boys their age, which I do have to say, I'm impressed. I knew you were fit, but you're in incredible shape. You definitely don't look your age. But they see that you are gorgeously handsome. Not fatherly handsome. Sexy, older man handsome. They imagine being fucked beyond their wildest expectations by a good-looking, older man, big enough to crush them if they wanted. Young girls like excitement. The stupid ones just become interested in these little boys running around trying to be hard. These little gangster wannabe's thinking since they have a gun or a crew, they're tough. The smart girls just go where the real excitement is." Natalie pressed her warm breasts against his neck as she continued. 

"Do you know how exciting it is to meet an older man, knowing that he is going to ravage you? Knowing that the only thing on his mind is how badly he wants to shove his hard, experienced cock inside your tight, young pussy? He hasn't had a young girl in decades and you know that he is going to enjoy every second of it. Every single detail. He's not going to just fuck you and take off. He's going to take his time with everything, knowing it could possibly be his only chance, ever. He hasn't fucked anyone in years, other then his wife, and even that is stale. He notices younger girls, running around in revealing clothes, with their firm, little bodies barely covered. No man can tell me they don't notice; that they don't desire that. His wife wears sweat pants to bed and has let her body go from lack of excitement. Meanwhile, his daughter and her friends are living life and letting everyone know how hot they are. And he secretly wishes he could have that excitement again. And the best that he can come close to is the fear of being caught with his dick in a sweet, little piece of young ass. Now that's excitement!"

"You have a way with words, Natalie." Garrett flinched, realizing he was letting this young Black Widow snare him in her trap once again.

"It's getting me very excited thinking about it." Natalie circled around in front of him, stepping in between his relaxed legs. She looked down at his erection laying against his thigh. "I guess it excited you too."

Garrett looked down at his obvious arousal, then followed her smooth, tan legs up to the hem of the skirt. It could barely be covering her nakedness. His eyes wandered up her stomach, up to her breasts, pressed tightly together in the thin, cotton top. He could vaguely make out the darkened circles of her nipples. He focused higher, to her sexy, deep collar bones jutting out. The thin straps of the top dug slightly into her shoulders. He looked up at her lovely, defined face.

"Thank you for the massage, Natalie. And the talk."

Natalie seemed almost shocked that he was pretty much ending the conversation. "Would you mind doing me for just a few minutes? I know you're busy but I really need it."

"Excuse me?"

"Massage my neck. I'm really tense too." She closed her eyes, bowing her head as she slowly rubbed her shoulder.

"I... I guess." Garrett felt himself losing this battle.

Natalie turned and gently sat in the small area of the chair in between Garrett's legs. He immediately felt her firm buttocks pressing against his hardness. He looked down to see that her skirt had risen well above her hips. He could see the very top of her tight, little ass.

"I'm going to fall," Natalie admitted. She clenched his thighs in each hand and gently lifted her naked ass, sliding back onto his lap.

Garrett's dick responded. It lifted as those it were trying to rip through his slacks; trying to find it's target. He felt her small ass melt around it and watched as her buttocks conform to his lap. My God her hips were so sexy! Very small, yet with a nice curve, set off by her tiny waist. He began massaging her shoulders.

"Mmmm, yes, that feels incredible." Natalie arched her back from the pleasurable touch making her ass press harder against her boss' crotch. She let her head fall as he continued.

Garrett began admiring how her short, dark hair cascaded around her face. She was such a lovely girl. He wondered why she turned out the way that she did. He found that the thin straps of her top become a nuisance. His fingers would get caught under them as he tried to move about.

"Sorry." Natalie sensed his disdain. She lifted her hands from his thighs, and slowly brought the straps down her arms.

Though the straps were miniscule, at the most, Garrett became more turned on looking at her naked shoulders. Her sinewy muscles rolling and disappearing, illuminated in areas and in shadow in others. Occasionally, Natalie would adjust her body, making her ass remind his cock that it was there and waiting. She made no effort to pull her skirt down, even though it wouldn't have kept her nakedness from touching him. He knew her permanently wet, peach-colored pussy was pressed against his cock head. He could feel it's softness, delicately kissing him. His thin dress slacks the only thing keeping the slippery kiss from being delivered. Garrett felt himself slipping. He patted her on the shoulder.

"There. That good?" Garrett's conscience took over.

Natalie leaned back against him, relaxed and sighed. "Over that fast huh?" She rested her head on his shoulder, looking at him closely.

"Yes. I'm really behind and it's almost time to go home. He refused to turn to face her. If he did, he might as well kiss her; she was that close. But, the alternative view was no easier. She had brought the straps of the top down enough that he could see the tops of her perfectly round breasts. He could see the dark valley that disappeared into the shirt, between her breasts. He could see her wonderfully toned legs reaching all the way up to her small, curvy hips and her perfectly shaved pussy nestled tightly between those gorgeous legs. He almost wanted to just push her, push this temptation, into the floor. Almost. He felt her fingertips graze lightly against his cheek. She spoke softly into his ear.

"Why are you resisting me, Mr. Conner? Not all of you can hide the fact that you want to fuck me. I can feel you under me; feel you pressing against me." She rocked her hips to prove to him that she could feel him. "Don't you want to fuck me, Mr. Conner? Don't you want to feel your hard cock slip inside my warm, tight, young pussy?" She lightly licked his earlobe. Her hands began traveling down; her fingertips pinching the edge of her top. She slowly peeled her top down over her perky breasts as Garrett watched.

He wanted to touch them. They looked so firm and full. She slowly began lazily running the backs of her fingers across them and then squeezed them lightly. She began massaging her wanting ass against his cock as she gently pinched her perfect, small nipples.

"Mmmm, Can you imagine just how easily you could slide right inside me? My little pussy is dripping wet right now. Do you remember how I taste, Mr. Conner?" Natalie's hand slid down the center of her body until a single finger wrapped around her smooth mound, gently slipping it inside. She moaned in his ear as she slowly fucked herself on top of him, making full plunges inside and pulling it out completely, leaving only the tip separating the juicy lips. She slowly brought to glistening finger closer to his lips. "Taste me," she whispered as she traced his full lips.

Garrett opened his mouth, hesitantly, as she slowly slid it in. She raked it across his tongue until he began sucking the sweet juices off. She pulled it out, driving it slowly back inside her young void.

"Tastes so sweet, doesn't it? I could just lay here and feed you my young juices, if you wanted. We don't have to fuck. But it would feel nice if we did." Natalie hovered the newly drenched finger in front of his mouth. He gladly opened. But instead, she brought it in front of her own lips, making Garrett turn to face her, instinctively. She looked at him with those sexy cat eyes as she gently licked her sex off the finger. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his. She slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth, still covered in her essence. He moaned lightly as her taste registered on his tastebuds.

As they kissed, his hand slid around her side. He moaned again as he felt the incredibly soft, tender breast under his palm. God it felt so incredible! He kneaded it in his big, strong grasp. His hand slid down her flat stomach, immediately cupping her bare pussy. He felt her moan vibrate in his mouth as he slowly traced her opening with his middle finger. Her thin, wet lips easily gave way to his touch, wrapping around him. He slowly spread her open with two fingers. He felt her hand sliding down above his. She lightly pressed her slender finger between his two, outstretched. He could feel her slippery finger gliding between his as she penetrated herself over and over. She whimpered as his much larger finger joined hers, stretching her opening as they both kissed. Both of them fingering her in unison.

His finger followed hers as she slipped it out. Her face pulled away from his slightly as she brought the finger to his waiting lips. He did the same. They watched each other as they tasted her juices, from each others fingers and began kissing again.

After the taste had subsided, Natalie left her lips against his, looked up into his eyes innocently and begged, "fuck me Mr. Conner."

Garrett trembled as her lips moved when she said it.

She continued to kiss him, hoping the sensation would sedate him long enough. She cautiously pressed her hand under her ass and began running her fingertips up and down his engorged length. Carefully she unzipped his slacks, hoping not to take too long or cause a disturbance. She lightly pulled his veiny shaft from its sheath, guiding it between her crease and gently sat back down.

Garrett immediately felt the warm, wetness melt around his naked cock. He continued to kiss his lovely assistant as she began to slide along his length. His hand, again, found her exquisite breasts, enjoying how they filled his grasp.

Natalie looked up at him, pausing their kiss. "Please don't deny me of this. I've wanted it for so long." She smiled warmly as she rose from his heated body. Still facing away from him, she stood immediately in front of him, reaching around her silky ass to take hold of his throbbing member.

Garrett couldn't deny such perfection anymore. Quickly he unbuckled his pants, sliding them down his tensed legs. He drunkenly watched as she traced the folds of her shiny opening, splitting herself with his tip. He moaned loudly as Natalie slowly eased him inside of her tight, peachy center. In slow-motion Garrett watched his cock disappear into her womanhood. God she felt good. She wasn't the tightest he had ever had, but she fit him in all the right places. She sat firmly on his lap, letting his girth consume her entirely.

Slowly she stood back up, letting his cock fall out of her. He gasped from the release, looking down to see himself drenched in her juices. She eased him back inside her, just as slowly as before. He enjoyed her letting him feel every inch slip in. She rose again, this time clenching as he exited.

Garrett erupted in moans watching his slippery cock being sucked tightly by her pussy. She apparently worked EVERY muscle. Just as his cock head began to emerge, she sat back down, forcing him back inside her fully. Again, she rose, sucking him. But as she sat, she continued to contract her muscles. This girl knew her way around a cock.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 11



She gripped his thighs, digging her nails into his tight skin, as she began to fuck him slowly. He watched her hips gyrate in a fluid, mesmerizing motion. She turned to see his face, peeking through her dark, straight strands of hair.

As Garrett saw her sultry eyes staring back at him. He felt himself tense. Fuck, she was amazing!

Natalie peeled her top high over her head, throwing it to the floor. "Take your shirt off, Mr. Conner. I want to feel your skin."

Garrett frantically unbuttoned his shirt, almost ripping it to free his arms from the sleeves. Natalie lay back lightly on his chest, lifting her legs and placing each foot on each of his thighs. She lay flat against him, barely moving as she began to kiss him again. He watched, out of the corner of his eye, as her body twisted in desire. She arched her back further then he had ever seen a woman do, to pull him deeper inside of her. And immediately flatten back out to press his cock hard against her inner wall. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard, molding them into every position.

Natalie groaned in explicit agony as his cock pressed deeper. She raised her back from him, spreading her legs, bending them and tucking her feet behind her, under his legs. She thrust herself forward, placing her hands on his knees. Slowly she rocked her ass back and forth, arching her back then bending it the opposite way. She found her rhythm and began fucking him faster. She yelped loudly as her body responded.

Garrett watched her sleek back undulate rapidly, the sweet curve of her hips as they stretched, and her fantastic, tight ass mold against his pelvis as she pressed into him. He fought again, tightening his erection as he gazed at the base of his cock disappear and reappear from underneath her. He closed his eyes and relied only on the sensation. Watching her was too much for now. He felt her body slow and the disappointing shock of him escaping from the warm tightness. He opened his eyes to witness her turn her body toward him, guiding his well-worn dick back inside.

She pressed her delicious breasts against his body as she began fucking him again. She glared at him, eyebrows tightened and low, biting her lip as she concentrated on every thrust. She kissed him wildly, stabbing her tongue between his lips, drawing his tongue out and sucking on it forcefully. Her breathing became audible, squealing whimpers gaining in volume. She lifted away from him, sitting and staring at him as she rode him.

Garrett slid his hands between hers, grabbing her hips, tucking his thumbs in the hard creases her muscular hips made. He clinched his fingers around her, pulling her down even further onto him.

Natalie let out a piercing squeal as his cock pried deeper inside her. Her eyes closed lightly, eyebrows lifting high on her forehead. He watched as her mouth dropped open, knowing the expression well. She was about to cum. He quickly reached for her tits, squeezing them lightly, then pinched her nipples in a pulsing rhythm.

"Oh... my...," She gasped for one last chance for air. "GOD!" Her body convulsed. Her pussy tighten almost to the point that she might have actually been able to lift herself completely off of him. She fell limp on his chest, fighting for air, panting and trembling. She looked up at him with an almost scared expression and smiled more beautifully then he had ever seen her smile. "That felt incredible," she whispered.

Garrett smiled, even though he was noticeably disappointed.

Natalie read him easily. "Don't worry, I'm not done yet. I have something special in mind for you." She inhaled fully, summoning the strength to move. Slowly she raised off him, whimpering as she left him. He watched her stand, with each foot on either side of him it the chair. She placed a hand on his shoulder for support as she began lowering herself closer to him. "Close your eyes, Mr. Conner."

Garrett closed his eyes and blissfully waited on what was to come. He felt her skirt fall against his body and the sound of it dropping to the floor. He felt the warmth of her body growing and her clutching his craving cock. He felt an immense pressure against the tip. The pressure was so intense, he thought he might actually go limp. He heard Natalie grunt. Slowly he felt his cock head pressing into the opening, until it almost audibly 'popped' inside. Garrett lightly moaned, feeling his cock slowly pressing further inside. He was no fool. He knew what it was.

"Okay, you can open them now." She watched as Garrett's eyes quickly adjusted to the light. Natalie hovered over him, her hands braced against the chair's armrests. Her legs were spread unbelievably wide, as she felt his eyes traveling down her naked body.

He whispered to himself, "oh fuck," as his eyes drew between her legs. He could see her drooling pussy, empty, but slightly open. He could see his pulsing dick, with an inch or so firmly stuffed into her tight, little ass hole.

"So how long has it been since you fucked a girl in the ass, Mr. Conner?" Natalie eased up and down the few inches, getting used to the thickness.

"A very, very long time." Garrett concentrated on the sight.

"Did you ever imagine yourself, in your forties, with you dick in a beautiful, young girl's ass, half your age?" Natalie whimpered as she let her weight take in another inch.

Garrett shook his head. The tightness was consuming him. He shivered, watching her spent cum slowly drool out of her pussy. Dripping on his lower abdomen.

"Do you like fucking me, Mr. Conner?"

"Yes." Garrett moaned.

She squeezed in another half inch. "Are you going to fuck me again?"

"Yes!

Another half inch.

"Are you sure? I'm just a little girl to you." Natalie smiled as she teased.

"Yes... I'm... I'm sure." Garrett stuttered. She was making him crazy. He wanted it all inside. Another inch sucked inside. "Oh God."

"Are you ready to cum inside my sweet, little girl ass, Mr. Conner?"

Garrett shook his head in agreement, his eyes looking up into hers, pleading.

Natalie looked down between her legs. She cupped her two middle fingers and slowly raked up her pussy; a large puddle of milky-clear liquid collected on her fingertips. She carefully lubricated the remaining part of Garrett's shaft and gently licked the remnants off. She reached for Garrett's hands, placing them on her waist.

"Hold me up," she demanded.

Garrett watched her abs tighten. Her hands began to softly cup her breasts. She knew exactly how to display herself for a man. She knew the visual was just as important as the sensation. She looked at him innocently as she slowly sucked him inside her. As her body lowered, a stern expression took over her face. She was obviously not used to this. Garrett felt his dick thump as it melted into her tightness. Fuck it was so tight!

Natalie slowly pulled herself up, closing her eyes as the fat penis left her body. She slowly slid back down on it, repeating the movement excruciatingly slow. "Uh, that feels really good. Your dick is too big for my tiny, little ass, Mr. Conner."

Garrett felt the surge in his body. Natalie's ass was practically pulling the cum from his tightened balls. Natalie, fucking him so slow, made his mind fully concentrate on the incredible sensations his cock was feeling. The long, simple, linear travel up and down his cock. She never deviated from it. It became a rhythm that played Garrett's body.

He jerked from the added stimuli. He felt Natalie's fingernails, lightly scratching against his smooth balls. He had never been able to contain himself to this feeling. Slowly, she dragged her nails up from under his balls and circled around them, and repeated it over and over. She continued making her long, slow movement. Fucking him with her ass.

He looked at her intently, mentally forcing himself to think about how gorgeous she was. To think about how young she was. To think about how hot it was to be naked with this gorgeous, young girl. Not only naked, but fucking her. No, not fucking her, but being willingly fucked by her. Willingly fucking him with her tight, little ass. He focused on her small, peach-colored pussy. Damn it was so perfect! Her smooth, taut skin around it was nice and tan. It had that desirable sheen to it. Her naughty clit ring, flashing in the light. Her tender, relaxed lips, juices pooling at the bottom, occasionally dripping onto his skin.

"Oh FUCK!" Garrett's head jerked back in response as every muscle in his entire body contracted simultaneously; almost as if he had been electricuted. Garrett's climax seemed to last much longer then usual. He felt the weightless pleasure fill his body; his proud cock emptying his desire into this young slut's ass hole, in bursts of wonderful ecstasy. She continued to slide up and down his spewing cock; continued to trace his huge balls with her fingernails. His body fell limp, shuddering occasionally.

Natalie sat motionless, still holding Garrett tightly in her ass. To Garrett, she felt like she weighed four-hundred pounds at that point. He looked at her, dazed and exhausted.

"That felt really good, Mr. Conner. Cum feels so much better shooting in my ass." She smiled naughtily.

The somewhat lewd remark reminded Garrett that Natalie was someone he needed to watch carefully. She had already made the comment about how an older man would be fearful of losing his job or his family. He wondered if Natalie was going to use this against him.

Natalie eased herself off of Garrett's dick. Warm cum immediately poured out onto his relaxed cock and ran down his balls. "I'll go get something to clean you off. Be right back."

Garrett reached for her arm, pulling her back. "I think you know how to clean me off." Garrett smirked, deciding to test just how far she would be willing to go.

She gave him an uninterested glance. "I'll be right back."

Garrett tugged on her arm. "No. You'll clean me off right now. With your tongue." Garrett waited for a response, a gesture, something. "I do recall you saying you liked a man that took charge; a man that you feel at mercy to." Garrett realized he was trying to gain his own leverage against her.

"Um.. okay. I mean if that's what you want." Natalie stood before him, her body still posed in defiance.

"That is what I want. I gave you what you claimed you wanted." Garrett looked down at his dick and back up to her.

Natalie slowly stepped between Garrett's legs. She leaned over, wrapping her fingers around the base of his penis.

"No. On your knees and only with your mouth."

Natalie responded. She casually knelt in front of him, her face fighting away the look of disgust. She leaned in closer.

Garrett watched as she lightly licked a small portion of cum from his balls. He noticed how she refused to make eye contact. He watched the tiny droplet of white semen collect on her tongue. She forcefully swallowed it; looking up at him, hoping that it was enough. "All of it," Garrett demanded softly.

Natalie uncontrollably rolled her eyes and sighed as she licked a larger portion off and swallowed.

"That's better. You look so pretty with my cum in your mouth." Garrett knew she was too much of a slut to be disgusted with tasting cum. He assumed she just felt defeated, after thinking she had finally wore him down. "A bitter victory," Garrett thought, amusing himself. He also assumed she was hesitant because of what he had actually came in. The thought did, somewhat, disgust him too. But, hey, this is what sluts do; everything a normal woman wouldn't dare. He chastised himself for being so cold. She deserved it, true enough. But he was never a man to belittle a woman. He knew this would be his only way to level the playing field.

"You taste good." Natalie hoped a little compliment might end his command.

"I hope so. Since you think so, lick up the rest." Garrett watched as Natalie knelt idly. "Go on."

Natalie huffed as she began licking along the top of his dick. Her expression was priceless. She licked along the sides of it, daring not to look at him.

"That's a good, little girl. Now suck it all off." Garrett sat back as his beautiful, slut of an assistant slithered his flaccid cock into her mouth. She held it there. "Suck it."

She began to slowly suck on it, pulling his softened skin back and forth as she did. He felt the tingle of the left over cum being pulled from the tip. It felt so relaxing. He jerked each time as she swirled her tongue around the tip. It was so sensitive. He could hardly take it.

"Okay, that's enough. Thank you."

Natalie stood, not smiling, not looking at him.

"Hey. What's wrong with you? I thought you liked for the guy to be in control." He looked up at her. She wouldn't return the favor. "Did I make you uncomfortable? Did you not like pleasing me?"

Without turning, Natalie pulled her top over her head and answered. "Of course I liked pleasing you. That was just something I didn't care to do." She bent over for her skirt.

"Well, then I'm sorry. I didn't know." Garrett lied. "I just assumed if you were into anal sex and liked to have a guy cum in your ass, you'd be okay with cleaning up the mess."

"I don't mind cum. I just don't like it that way." Natalie wiggled the skirt up over her hips.

"Look, that's it okay? We won't ever do this again. Deal?" That sparked her attention.

She turned, facing Garrett, looking into his eyes. "No, I want to. I really liked it. Honest. I want to fuck you again, Mr. Conner." Natalie knew she was losing. She was almost apologizing now.

"We'll see, okay. I had a lot of fun, Natalie." He decided the torture was over. He didn't even like it, to be honest. "You do know you're one of the most gorgeous women i've ever seen, right?" He lightly touched her arm.

She smiled timidly. "Thank you, Mr. Conner. That makes me feel good."

Garrett stood, gathering his dress slacks around his waist; buckling them. He turned Natalie around to face him, lightly caressing her cheek. "I mean it. You're an unbelievably beautiful young woman." Garrett kissed her lips softly. He gauged her emotions as he felt her lips respond, gently opening slightly.

"I have to go, Mr. Conner. I'm going to see Brittany dance tonight." She turned, walking to the door. "You know, I bet she'd freak out if you showed up. You should come."

"Well that sounds promising, but I don't know what plans Makayla has tonight." Garrett buttoned his shirt.

Natalie's smile became a barely noticeable frown, almost a sulk. She confused herself too much with this. She had forgiven Makayla, deeming the feud as childish. She no longer wanted to get her revenge. She no longer had her agenda to fuck her father. But that night with Brittany, seeing him naked and unforgettably hot, left her wanting more. She had actually thought about what a wonderful man he was, as well. Was she falling in love with him? She shook her head, trying to make the question to disappear.

"Have a great night and tell Kayla I said hello. I'll be thinking about you and your wife, Mr. Conner. I'll save you a seat if you decide to come tonight." Natalie strolled to her desk, grabbed her things and disappeared down the hall.

"Does she actually have a heart? Showing concern about Rebecca?" Garrett laughed as he thought about the questions in his mind. "Obviously not. She's leaving with my cum in her ass. But maybe there's hope for her yet."



What Once Was Innocent Ch. 12



"Fashion show!" Makayla bounced up and down happily turning the stereo on, and inserting her favorite R&B cd. She playfully strolled over to Larissa, who sat beside Garrett on the couch. Makayla posed in front of her, staring at her seductively, trying not to laugh. She daintily sat on her father's lap, throwing her legs across Larissa's.

"How was your day, Daddy?" She lightly pecked him on the cheek.

"It was okay. Very busy. What about yours?" Garrett felt his guilt building. But why did he feel guilty? He knew his daughter wasn't exactly thrilled that he had fucked Natalie, two nights before. But she had told him that he was his own man and she understood how men were.

"It was so much fun! We went everywhere. Larissa and I are going to give you a fashion show, so you can see what we bought." Makayla smiled a toothy smile at Larissa, who seemed to be less enthused, but thought it was funny.

"Um, your daughter went out without any panties on, in that." Larissa faked like she was scolding her.

Garrett seemed to be interested as he listened to Larissa. "She did?" Slowly he looked at his daughter in makeshift concern.

Makayla looked up at him in a pitiful display of sorrow. She shrugged her shoulders. "I forgot, Daddy. I'm sorry." She looked down in her lap, knowing his attention would follow, and delicately lifted the front of her skirt. She looked back up at him, faking an apologizing frown.

Garrett instantly thickened as she unveiled her sweet, little bare pussy on top of him. "You forgetful little thing, you. Now what if someone saw that?"

"Saw what, Daddy?" Makayla teased.

"That!" He opened his eyes wide, looking down at her pussy.

"What Daddy? Saw what?"

Garrett briefly glanced at a smiling Larissa as he slid his hand up her thigh. He pointed to her pussy, lightly poking the hairless pubic area. "Saw that."

Makayla opened her eyes a little wider, acting as if she realized what he meant all along. She quickly spread her legs a bit. Garrett lightly wiggled his finger up the silky folds. Larissa observed excitedly.

"Oh Daddy, that tickles!" Makayla wiggled around on top of him. "I guess they would've liked what they saw, huh?" She smiled.

"Most definitely. But they might have wanted to do something to it, if they saw it, Honey."

"Like what, Daddy?"

"Like touch it or lick it." Makayla winked at Larissa as he said it. "Or maybe even..."

"Maybe even what? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" Makayla bounced up and down on Garrett's lap, making him squint in pain.

"They might want to put their boy part inside of it. Be careful sweetie. Don't want to hurt Daddy, do you?" He eased his tense face.

"No Daddy, never." She paused. "Hurt what?"

"Hurt Daddy's boy part."

"Ohhh." Makayla thought a minute. "That part that is sticking into my bottom?"

Garrett blushed. "Yes, that part."

"So. If I hurt it, I would just kiss it and make it all better." Makayla puckered her lips.

Larissa couldn't control her laughter as she watched them play their roles.

"Did I hurt it, Daddy? Is that why it's so hard?"

"Yes, that's exactly why. You hurt it."

"Here, let me kiss it." Makayla jumped up off of his lap, fell to her knees and looked up at him as her hands slid up his pant legs.

Garrett quickly remembered what had happened earlier, with Natalie. He was sure his daughter would never do anything as long as Larissa was there. He grabbed her hands. "Um, why don't you go get your new clothes and show them off for Daddy. Okay?"

Makayla frowned. "Okay, Daddy. But, but, but... why would someone put their boy part inside my girl part?" She leaped back onto his lap, straddling him.

"Um... because that's what boys do. Well men, anyway. Men put their part in the woman's part and that's how babies are made."

Larissa burst into laughter.

"Is that how you made me? You put your boy part in Mommy's girl part?"

"That's right."

"But why?"

"Well, it also feels really good. So that's why older people do it a lot."

"What's it feel like, Daddy?" She wiggled around on his hard cock.

"I can't explain it. It just feels really good."

"Put your boy part in my girl part so I can see what it feels like." Makayla spread her legs wide and laid back on his legs, pulling her skirt up for him. She thrust her hips up and down, then gently spread her thin, pink lips. "Come on, Daddy, put it in me."

Garrett could see she was completely soaked. He, himself, was going crazy inside not being able to fuck her right then. "My God, Makayla, go get your clothes!"

Makayla slid off his lap, falling into the floor. She looked up at him with fake anger in her eyes. She stood up and stomped her foot, proceeding to stomp her way to the staircase as well. As she pounded up the stairs, she yelled out, "I'm telling Mommy that you won't fuck me!"

Garrett looked at Larissa, laughing hysterically. He too began to laugh.

"She's is something else, Garrett. I had so much fun with her today."

Garrett started to respond.

"LARISSA, GET YOU'RE BUTT UP HERE IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN MY FASHION SHOW!"

Garrett laughed again.

"Well I guess the horny, little brat needs me. I'll be down later." She smiled at Garrett as she rose, completely at ease with the both of them.

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"Here is Larissa modeling her new sun dress. Light and thin, it shows off her petite curves with pizazz," Makayla announced. "Notice how her perky breasts sit nicely under the barely there bodice. The thin straps elegantly hang from her tone shoulders. How you can almost make out her thin, white, airy panties. Larissa, why don't you model those precious, little panties." Makayla smiled.

Larissa gave her a glare.

"Come on now, models shouldn't keep the judges waiting."

Larissa smiled shyly at Garrett as she pinched the bottom edge of her dress, lightly waving it back and forth. She flirted with his eyes as she slowly raised it up. Her stark white cotton panties plunged down her hipbone, wrapped tightly against her as she turned away from him.

"Now, you do me," Makalya demanded.

"Okay." Larissa tried to find appropriate words. "Makayla is donned in the finest materials for the truly fashion conscious teenager. Here she wears her new, flirty skirt with style. Notice how it lightly lays just below her hips, how it drapes effortlessly about her body and dances about her upper thighs. The short length is all the rage these days, as is it barely covers her immaculate posterior."

Makalya turned and bent lightly in front of Garrett, giving him the slightest view.

"Notice her strappy blouse, tightly conforming to her most ample bosom. Her white, sheer knee highs complete the look, stretched tightly about her toned legs. And with a matching, sheer thong, how could a young girl go wrong?"

Makayla gracefully walked closer to her father, lifting her skirt, tracing the waistband with her fingertips. She turned to pull her skirt high above her buttocks, bending in front of him, trailing her finger between her tender cheeks.

Garrett sat, half amused, half in absolute ecstasy as the two women paraded in front of him. They giggled as they marched back and forth, changing into their new clothes.

"And for the finale," Makayla announced as her high heels clapped down the hardwood stairs. Both Makayla and Larissa made their way into the living room, into Garrett's view.

Garrett's mouth dropped.

"Here both models are wearing the very latest in style. With matching jean skirts and thin, cotton tops, these girls are out for fun and stares from lucky passers-by." Both of them danced to the music, smiling in almost embarrassment. "Just look at Larissa. Her tight jean skirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination, with it's drastically short hemline and tight, form-fitting cut. Larissa's top comes alive with her natural cleavage. Notice the faint presence of her succulent nipples. Let's show the judges your new undergarments."

Larissa hesitated again.

"Go on," Makayla paused. "Sorry judges, Miss Larissa is a bit new to the modeling genre. Go ahead, Miss Larissa."

Larissa turned away from Garrett and slowly bent her upper body.

Garrett gasped.

"That's right audience, Miss Larissa's newest fashion statement is no panties at all." Makayla knelt down beside Larissa's legs. She peered around, slowly dragging her finger up the back of Larissa's leg. "Note the tight, smoothness of her legs." Her hand traveled further up, cupping Larissa's naked ass. "Her perfect, taut buttocks. Her silky smooth, tight pussy." Makayla traced the thin, pink line between Larissa's legs.

Garrett's eyes widened.

"Notice how glistening wet she is, as if to say, 'I'm ready for a good fucking. Just bend me over and have your way with me.'" Makayla slipped her dainty, middle finger inside. Larissa jerked in shock. "Mmm, look how easily it slips in, yet it's noticeably tight around it. Imagine something much, much bigger forcing it's way inside." Makayla was actually surprised to feel Larissa's finger slipping between her own legs, massaging her clit. "Mmmm, well judges, she looks ready to bribe you for a good vote." Makalya slowly eased her finger out of Larissa, bringing it to her lips.

Garrett felt himself about to explode at the sight.

"Mmm, very tasty, Miss Larrisa. Very sweet, indeed." Makayla stood, ready for her trip down the catwalk. She pranced around the living room, twisting her body at each end of the walk.

Larissa needed a moment to regain her composure. "Um, Makayla dazzles in her form-fitting attire. Pay close attention to her massive, perfect breasts. How they almost rip from the thin, cotton top." Makayla squeezed her tits tightly. "Look at how her ample buttocks draw your eyes under her short, jean skirt. Notice that you can actually see just a hint of that fantastic ass. It's no secret Makayla is up on the latest trends, also sporting her skirt commando."

Makayla slowly inched her upper body to the floor.

"My, my, my, look at that immaculate ass! Healthy, firm and tan, with the most exquisite, teenage pussy known to man." Larissa followed Makayla's previous notion. She knelt in front of Makayla as she rose to welcome her. Makayla stood, her tightened legs stretched widely apart. The skirt forcing it's way up her waist.

"Look at how young and noticeably untouched she is. That right judges, Miss Makayla here, in all of her eighteen years, is indeed a virgin." Larissa slid her smooth hand up the inside of Makalya's leg, wrapping her fingers around the back. She slowly inched her way up. "My God, folks, this girl is in impecible condition." Larissa's hand soon cupped and squeezed each of the teenagers buttocks. "That could make a grown man cry, my friends." Larissa's eased her fingertips up to the top of Makayla's buttocks and slowly traced her finger down between them.

Garrett felt he would soon explode as Larissa's finger continued down until it lazily dipped between his daughter's young folds.

"Oh my, young Makayla seems to be eager for something. Maybe that's why she feels the need to go without underwear. Mmm, I'm definitely a lucky announcer. Her pussy feels like the finest french silk, only enticingly wetter. Ooh, she's dripping! Oh yes, it is indeed true, young Makayla is very much still a virgin." Larissa traced the full length of the young girl's innocence over and over.

Larissa stood slowly, staring at her lusty companion. She peered around her shoulder to Garrett's waiting eyes and slowly pressed the shiny finger against her tongue. "Mmm, and sweeter then any young girl ought to be."

Makalya turned toward her father, pulling Larissa to her side. Each bowed. "That concludes our fashion show. We hope you have enjoyed. Thank you. And a special thanks to our models, me, Makayla, and the lovely Larissa." Makayla turned to Larissa, eyeing her lips. She smiled as her mouth collided with Larissa's. Slowly they kissed, lazily piercing each others lips with their tongues. Makayla lifted Larissa's skirt with her fingertip, delicately tracing her smooth pussy.

Larissa's moan could be heard lightly as her own hands traveled up Makayla's waist. She slowly peeled the thin straps away from Makayla's shoulders, bringing them down until her large breasts easily fell from the release. Larissa slowly cupped the glorious globes in each palm, lightly squeezing and delicately touching.

Garrett grabbed his rock hard cock in his slacks. This was absolute murder.

Both girls stopped, smiling at each other closely, looking at each others busy hands. Then they turned to Garrett.

"Wanna see what else me and Larissa did today, Daddy?" Makayla lightly bit her lip, turning to see Larissa's approval. Larissa was drunk in desire. She obviously had no disapproval.

"Um... sure. I mean, if it's what I think it is, I may be unable to keep my cool."

Makalya laughed, lightly licking Larissa's full lips. "Don't worry Daddy. I think we can help you out with your cool." Makalya lightly wrapped her finger around Larissa's pinkie, pulling her towards the wing-back chair, directly in front of Garrett.

Garrett relaxed lower on the couch, watching his insanely hot daughter motion for Larissa to sit.

Larissa's skirt wedged up her hips, revealing just a small peek at her fantastic womanhood. She looked at her young seductress deeply as she draped each leg high and wide on the chair's armrests.

Garrett sat, baffled that this was occurring. He had fantasized about seeing his luscious daughter frolicking with another girl in sexual bliss. He had always imagined it would be one of her friends that she would be with. He found it incredibly erotic that, instead, it was a petite, beautiful, older woman, over ten years her senior. Larissa was almost old enough to be her mother. The thought sparked chills throughout his body. My God, he had turned into such a dirty-minded bastard!

Makayla dragged her tongue up Larissa's inner thighs, kissing here and there as she traveled up her gorgeous legs. Larissa began to moan lightly as the sensations tingled deep within her. Her eyes only momentarily lost sight of Makayla's precious face as she almost nervously stole a glance at Garrett. The thought raced through her mind. She yelped loudly as she mentally assessed that that beautiful specimen of a man, sitting across from her, was actually watching her being...

"Uh! Oh YES!" Larissa sneered through her clenched teeth as the young, thin tongue lightly licked up her swollen clitoris. Sweet, delicious, barely there licks followed. The thought returned, fueling her fiery lust even more. She thought to herself silently. "He's sitting there... actually watching.... mmm... his, oh God... own... eighteen year old... daughter... oh fuck... lick my... my... oh fuck yes... lick my pussy." Larissa groaned, noticing her new-found fascination with the idea of Garrett and his daughter. She thought, "Makayla is licking my pussy... in front of her own father. Oh GOD!" She cried out. Her body jerked slightly as Makayla drove her tongue deep between her juicy hole, prying her way up.

Makayla's tongue slowly circled her lover's vagina, piercing the entrance repeatedly. She dug her nails into Larissa's creamy thighs as her tongue slowly retreated. She turned to her father's attentive gaze, watching him watch her hands slip further up Larissa's legs. She stared at him, in crazy desire, as her fingers traced the sweet treasure before her.

Garrett jerked as he watched his daughter slowly slip her tiny finger deep into the opening. The juicy crackling of Larissa's secretions as the thin finger massaged in and out was unbearable. He caught sight of his daughter looking at him in his peripheral vision. Makayla's face was pure perfection, looking both innocent and yet, undeniably naughty. He could always see the little girl's face still staring back at him. The carefree, joyful face she always had. She was more then anyone could ask for. He switched his focus from her finger to her face, as she looked back at him in her sleepy, sultry stare. Garrett tightened as the light caught Larissa's wetness shimmering about his daughter's lips and chin.

Makayla turned her attention back to Larissa, bringing her face back between her legs. Larissa's eyes closed from the delicious sight as this teenage goddess slowly looked up at her with her pink tongue dragging up her pussy. Holy fuck, she was beyond gorgeous! Larissa felt herself growing lighter.

"Oh yes, sweetie! Mmm, tongue-fuck my pretty pussy while your Daddy watches you." Larissa felt the low vibration swallowing her as Makayla moaned loudly from the comment. "Oh oh oh... Y-Y-YES! Your sexy father is watching his gorgeous, teenager daughter licking another girl's pussy." Again, Makayla moaned shoving her tongue deeper. Larissa heaved at the sensation. "Such a dirty, little daughter. Your Daddy looks so horny watching his innocent little girl sucking on my wet pussy. Mmmm, I bet he wants to fuck so bad."

Larissa's body shuddered at the eighteen year olds loud response. She felt her oncoming climax. Her eyes darted about, below her, taking in everything her mind would let her. Makayla's incredible form, knelt between her legs. The gorgeous curve of her hips, the short, tight skirt pulled high about them. The deep recessed line bisecting her sleek back. Her perfect, soft ass tilting high in the air. Her unbelievably perfect, big tits hanging firmly from her chest. Her silky, dark hair cascading down her back, airy strands dangling across her cheek. How she occasionally guided the fallen strands around the back of her ear, delicately, with her fingertip to give her father an unobstructed view. Her beautiful face, the skin so young and soft. How her eyes penetrated her as she looked up at her so seductively. How her full lips wrapped around her pussy as her tongue flicked hard against her.

Larissa's freshly acquired perversion flooded her mind once more. "Her father is watching her do this. He's watching. Mmm, he wants to fuck her. You can see it in his eyes," she thought. She dug her nails lightly into Makayla's scalp, her cool, light hair forming canals between Larissa's fingers. She peered at Makayla with an expression preluding to her next statement. The statement that would drive Larissa over the edge. Makayla quickly realized the look and slowed as if she needed to in order to hear. She made quiet little licks across Larissa's clit, awaiting the words. Larissa's looked at Garrett in his painful desperation.

"Yeah, he looks like he's about to explode, alright. I think your father really needs to fuck." She paused raising her eyebrows as she turned back to Makalya. "I think your Daddy wants to fuck... wants to fuck you."

Makayla's eyes closed tightly as she viciously began sucking Larissa's clit. She moaned long and slow.

"I think it's time your Daddy got to take his little girl's virginity." Larissa knew it was almost painful for them both to hear it aloud. They had wanted it for so long. Larissa shook frantically as the young girl flicked at her little nub with such force. "Oh fuck yes! Mmm! Want Daddy to pop that eighteen year old cherry?" Larissa writhed in ecstasy, panting for air.

"Mmmhmmmmmmmmmmm," Makayla vibrated.

Larissa grew still and silent for an eternity. Or so it felt. The calm before the storm, so to speak. Her legs flailed about as she pulled Makayla's small head harder against her. She unleashed a deafening squeal as pleasure filled her body. Convulsing for almost a full minute, they slowed as her body became numb; sedated from the release.

"Ohhh," Larissa panted. "You wonderful little angel." Larissa threw her head back, rolling her eyes and laughing. "Okay, now it's you turn, little one." She leaned forward in the chair, closer to Makayla. She whispered in her ear, "I want you to say something hot to your Dad. Make him crazy." She smiled as she lifted up off of the chair, letting Makayla take her place.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 12



Makayla eyed her satisfied lover, gently biting her lip, anticipating what was coming to her. She slowly lifted her legs high and together, letting Larissa and Garrett catch a great view of her naked ass and tight, little pussy squished between her legs. Her precious juices already seeping out of the thin slit. She turned her head to her father.

"Are you ready Daddy?"

"Uh huh." Garrett drenched himself in the sight of his sexy daughter's chin nestled deep between her enormous breasts.

"Ready to watch Larissa taste your teenage daughter's virgin pussy, Daddy?"

"God yes."

"I know you are," Makayla laughed. "You've been waiting to see this for a while now, huh?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Well, why don't you come over here so you can see a little better?" Makayla looked at Larissa, smiling seductively.

Garrett knelt beside the chair, close to Larissa as her face slowly inched closer to his daughter's sweet, little snatch.

Larissa slowly kissed Makayla's young, juicy opening. The sight was indescribable. Slow gentle kisses gave way to miniscule licks, lightly tasting her delicious nectar.

"My God, Garrett, your daughter tastes fantastic." She slowly traced the thin, pink line, sinking her pointed tip deeper and deeper each time.

Garrett looked up at his daughter's face as she became aware of his attention. She smiled so innocently but quickly the smile turned into deep, erotic concentration. She lightly cupped her large, perky tits in each palm, lifting a little to feel their weight. He returned to Larissa, the pretty, older woman, as she gently caressed his daughter's virginity with her tongue. Garrett took in every detail. He writhed in miserable ecstasy listening to his beautiful daughter being serviced by another girl. Her sweet, light moans and occasional whimpers tingled in Garrett's ear.

Makayla slowly began rocking back and forth, grinding her wet, young pussy against her pretty new friend's tongue. Steadily, she gained in tempo and force, feeling her orgasm building. It didn't take much to send Makayla over. She was extremely sensitive. But having her wonderful father, the father she planned to make her a woman, was very attentively watching her having her pussy licked by another female. The thought seemed to define itself in her mind. It seemed to do the same in both of her companies minds as well. Her hips rolled wildly, lifting up and slamming back to the chair. She felt that exquisite numbness building inside her.

And then Larissa stopped.

"Damn it girl! I'm almost done!" Makayla whinned.

"I'm not the one to finish the job, my dear. I think your father would like the honor and I know I'd love to see him do it." Larissa turned to Garrett, lightly kissing his daughters wanting folds.

Garrett looked at her in a confusing gesture, almost asking for permission.

"Go ahead. I've been dying to see you do it. I've pictured it a million times in the past few days. Show me how you lick your daughter's pussy. Makayla, take that skirt off. Your body is far too sexy to have anything on it."

Garrett sat on his knees in front of his daughter and their captive audience. He tugged on the skirt as his daughter brought it down her hips. He watched as she gently stepped out of it and her gorgeous, long legs seperating again for him. Larissa lightly laid her arms on Makayla's thigh, resting her chin on them watching Garrett taking in his daughter's perfect body before him. Her curiousity was evident. The expression on her face, as Garrett slowly ran his tongue across his daughter's pussy lips, was priceless.

"Oh God yes," She whispered into his ear. "Taste that wonderfully sweet, young pussy. Mmm taste your beautiful daughter's pussy, Garrett... Daddy." Larissa slowly slid beside the chair, peeking over the arm to get an idea of how it looked from Makayla's perspective.

Her softly whispered words danced in his ear. He lapped his daughter's opening, feeling her sweet, warm juices collecting on his tongue. He savored every drop as he sucked loudly on her clit. He constantly looked up his daughter's naked body. Her stomach was so smooth and flat. He had often imagined it being the perfect place to unleash his perverted cum. To watch it spray all over that perfect flatness. His tongue drove deeper each time his eyes climbed up her body to those incredible, huge tits sitting properly on her chest. Proud, conceited young tits pointing their noses, or in this case, nipples at anyone lucky enough to see them. His eyes followed higher until he stared directly into his own daughter's eyes. Sparks ignited in both of them.

"Mmm, Yes Daddy, make me cum!" Makayla grunted as she wiggled her body against his mouth. She never took her eyes off of her daddy's face, watching him intently. Drowning in the thoughts of who was doing such a naughty deed. So turned on that her once babysitter and now naked family concubine was watching the debachery.

"Yes, Garrett, make your little girl cum! God that looks so good!" Larissa gazed at Garrett's handsome face, his snake-like tongue slithering in and out of his daughter's juicy hole. She craned her neck upward towards Makayla and slowly grasped her nearest breast in her hand.

Garrett and Makayla watched excitedly as Larissa began flicking her tongue across Makayla's nipple, then gently sucking it in her delicate lips.

Makayla whimpered loudly, thrashing her pussy against her father's mouth, grinding hard against his tongue. Her breathing became ragged and prominent as she threw her legs upon her daddy's shoulders. She planted her feet against his tightened muscles and dug in with her heels. She let out a loud, brief squeal and immediately began shaking quietly as her orgasm ran its course through her body. Her body slowed as she relaxed her beautiful form on the seat cushion.

Larissa released her nipple from her mouth. "Oh wow, that was beautiful!" She slowly crawled around to Garrett, sliding her body close to him. She gently kissed his cum-soaked lips, covered in his teenage daughter's wetness.

Makayla watched them kiss down between her naked body, her satisfied pussy only inches in front of them. She no longer had the feeling of jealousy seeing her father embracing another woman. Maybe it was the fact that she was comfortably dull from her incredibly orgasm. Or maybe she actually felt okay with Larissa and her father. She felt no threat from her. She slowly closed her eyes in bliss as the two turned to her and together began lightly licking every inch of her pleasured pussy.

Garrett rose, smiling at the two as he began to walk towards the couch.

"Oh no! We're not done yet, Mister." Larissa tugged on his pant leg.

"We're not?"

"Oh no we're not! I don't know what kind of women you've been around, but this one doesn't let a man completely satisfy his woman without being satisfied himself. No offense to you, Makayla." Larissa paused. "What I meant was, I'd really like to see what I walked in on the other morning." Larissa turned to the numb, young goddess still slumped in the chair.

"You mean you wanna..." Makayla gasped for air.

"Yes. I want to see you suck you daddy's dick, young lady."

"Young lady?" Makayla inhaled forcefully as she sat up. "You're starting to sound like my mother."

"Let's not go there! This is already crazy enough as it is. Get over here and suck your father's cock or I'll ground you!" Larissa winked at Garrett as she began unbuckling his belt.

Makayla slowly rose, taking her time watching Larissa bring her father's pants down around his ankles and slipping them off his feet. They both looked at his glorious cock, standing hard at attention. Throbbing.

"Look at what you've done to him. Come on before I do it for myself!" Larissa looked up past Garrett's strong, thick thighs at his wonderful erection. "God it looks so good from down here," she thought. She felt Makayla's naked skin brush up against her. 

"Go ahead, take the first taste. I've actually wanted to see someone suck him." Makayla nudged up tightly against Larissa's side.

Larissa rose on her knees, slipping her fingers delicately around the base of Garrett's cock; her mouth following. Gently she flicking at the tip, surprised at the instant gift. She tightly massaged his length until her fingers gripped around the head. "Look at that sweet precum. Makayla. Here, taste it." Larissa tilted Garrett's cock to her right.

Makayla rose to meet the droplet. Looking up at her father's sleepy gaze, she opened her mouth fully, slipping out her flattened, relaxed tongue. Gently she raked her tongue across the underside until the shiny bead dripped, and coated the very tip. She closed her mouth, pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth, circling, feeling the slippery sweetness. She felt Larissa'a cheek brush against hers. Up close, she watched Larissa's mouth tighten around the tip of her father's cock. She could feel her tongue moving against him, as Larissa's cheek expanded and contracted against hers. She watched her father's cock slowly disappear into Larissa's pretty mouth, until her lips pressed fully against his pelvis. "Wow! I don't know if I can do that or not," she thought. She watched it reappear and disappear several times before Larissa turned to her.

"Your turn, sweetheart." She retreated to Garrett's side, swooning as Makayla took her father's cock into her palm.

Garrett knew he'd cum anytime. His arousal had been at it's peak for some time now. Just the slightest sensation would do him in. Especially from Makayla. He grunted softly as his daughter began sucking him. Immediately she swallowed as much of his length as she could, until he heard her quietly gag from the pressure to her throat. Gently she swirled her tongue against him, looking up at him sweetly. Garrett turned to see Larissa, captivated by the sight. Just in that small amount of time, he felt his cock slowly pressing tightly into the depths of his daughter's mouth. Looking down, he saw her eyes clenched tightly closed as her mouth patiently took him in. More and more, until her full, shimmering lips pressed deep against his body.

"Oh God!" Garrett felt himself unravel. His daughter looked up at him, taking him in fully. Those eyes, those sexy fucking eyes! Garrett shuddered slightly, feeling the first burst of cum fire from his cock. His daughter quickly pulled back, pressing her tongue against the tip, opening her mouth for his seed. Garrett watched her eyes, as if in slow motion, opening to look up at him. "Mmmmmmmmm!" Garrett heard Larissa coo as his warm semen pumped liberally into his daughter's mouth. The sweet, white puddle building on her tongue. He seemed to cum endlessly, his juices filling his daughter's mouth. His legs twitched uncontrollably as his orgasm subsided.

Makayla knelt below him, priming the last trace of cum from the tip. She sat there, letting him take it all in. Slowly she closed her mouth.

"Not just yet!" Larissa demanded loudly, shocking them both. "Come here, little one." Larissa leaned in around Garrett's leg and immediately locked her mouth around Makayla's.

Garrett groaned, falling back onto the couch as he stared mystified at the two women kiss. Larissa's tongue pierced between his daughter's, resulting in a well of cum pouring from the corner of Makayla's mouth. He watched it drip and splash on her huge breast, rolling down the roundness of it. He sat, glued to the vision, as they played with each other; their tongues lubricated in his sex. Garrett felt he very well may cum again. He had never seen such a sight in all of his life! He had never imagined two girls kissing passionately with his cum in their mouths. Sharing his essence. One of them his daughter! Slowly, both beauties turned to him, opening their mouths and showing him their prizes. Both slowly closed as he watched their throats drink down the fluid. Garrett felt he would pass out from it.

Larissa glared at him in sexual desire as she lowered her face and gingerly lapped up the escaped semen drooling down his daughter's breast.

"HOLY FUCK! That's gotta be the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Garrett threw his head back and sighed. He felt the shocking weight of one of them jumping into his lap. He knew it was Makayla. He shrieked in the surprise. "Damn, Kayla!" He tensed his body.

"Oh, sorry Daddy! I hurt it?"

"No, you just shocked me." Garrett gripped his daughter's lusty hips. "That was fantastic!"

"I know! Oh God, I love you Daddy!" Makayla kissed her father frantically, pressing her firm tits against him.

They both stopped in mid-kiss at the faint sound of whimpering.

They caught Larissa just in time to see her disappear into his bedroom, obviously sobbing as the door closed. Both looked at each other, questioning the outburst.

"Go see what wrong with her Daddy. She needs you. And I need to go to bed. It's late and I'm exhausted. I love you Daddy." She gently kissed him on the cheek as if nothing had happened.

Garrett smiled at the kiss, hoping this behavior never took his daughter away from him. Sure, her as his lover was unbelievable, but keeping her as his daughter remained the most important. "I love you too princess." He kissed her forehead.

Makayla whispered into his ear, "And if anything happens with you two, I'm completely fine with it, Daddy. I love you and I love her. She's the most wonderful woman I've ever met."

Garrett quietly walked into his bedroom, seeing Larissa balled up on the bed in the fetal position. He quickly took off his shirt as he rounded the opposing corner of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Garrett. I don't know what came over me. I just find myself crying at the smallest things these days." Larissa curled up in Garrett's strong embrace, easing her body against him.

Garrett pulled the blanket halfway up his naked body until it laid lightly across his waist. "It's okay. It's totally understandable with all that's going on." He felt her smooth buttocks nestling up against his nakedness.

Through sniffles, Larissa continued. "I guess I just realized I've been wasting my life on selfish desires of a man that I truly don't even know if he loved me. I could've had children by now. Something wonderful to show for my life and be proud of. Instead, here I am wanting so badly to be a part of a family I don't even belong to. And that confuses me even more."

Garrett kisses the nape of her neck. "You want to be part of our family, Larissa?"

"Yes Garrett. What you two have is undeniable love. Sure is still very strange to me. Underneath all the sexual desires is a very loving father and daughter. And the more I think about it, it's actually quite sweet that you two are so deeply in love with each other. To the point of not caring what anyone thinks about your actions with each other. I wish I was part of that. To be loved so deeply."

"We love you Larissa. More and more each day you're with us."

"Yes, but..." Larissa sobbed as she turned towards Garrett.

"Larissa." Garrett paused, making out her face in the dimness of the room. "I love you. I think I loved you the first time I got to know you. I thought you and Liam were inseparable. A perfect match, with the way you two seemed to go together. I imagined what it would be like to be him; to be so lucky to have you." Garrett kissed her lightly on the lips, tasting her salty tears.

"Garrett, you're twice the man Liam is." She kissed him back, looking up into his eyes. "I love you too Garrett. And I love your daughter. I wish she were mine."

They lay in bed, kissing and touching. Pressing their bodies tightly together in silence.

"Garrett? I have to go soon. Liam has called constantly. I haven't answered, but he leaves messages every time, begging me to come home."

"You're not going back to him, are you?" Garrett felt oddly jealous.

"I don't know. I have nowhere to turn. He's all I have. I'd feel like such a fool if I did, but where else do I run to?"

"Run here," Garrett whispered as he held her tight.

"What about you and Rebecca? I know you'll take her back. Look at her."

"Rebecca isn't coming back, Larissa. I took the rest of her things to her apartment after the accident. I haven't talked to her since. I know it may seem callous or uncaring, but I'm at my wits end with her. I want nothing more to do with her. And looks? Looks mean nothing without substance." Garrett pierced Larissa's eyes. "You are beautiful inside and out. I want you to come stay with me. With us. That is, if Makayla agrees."

"Do you mean that, Garrett? I mean do you mean all of it?"

"Completely."

"I would love that." Larissa touched his cheek thinking of the invitation. "Well, I bought a little something for Makayla's birthday. It's in your closet and I want you to give it to her the day before."

"You're not going to be here?"

"I don't know Garrett. At some point I have to get this all cleared away. I have to go back home, regardless." Larissa began tearing up again. "What did you get her?"

"I haven't had time yet. I haven't even been able to think straight. What do you suggest?"

"Something heartfelt. Something only her father would think of." Larissa thought of the evening's events for a while. "Garrett?"

"Yes?"

"Will you give me something?" Larissa's eyes glowed with enticement.

"And what would that be?"

"Will you make love to me? I mean if you go ask your daughter if it's okay." Larissa laughed silently.

"Very funny. Besides, she already told me it was okay."

"So?" Larissa felt her wetness slightly opening as she lightly pressed against his dick.

Garrett kissed her passionately, running his hand down her side, caressing her bare ass. Her leg slipped lightly up high on his hip, accepting his entrance as it slid inside her without coercion.

"Slowly, Garrett. I want to feel every single thing," she cooed as her body enveloped his length. "Make love to me."



What Once Was Innocent Ch. 13



Garrett opened his eyes, adjusting himself to the room. Larissa wasn't there. He quickly shot up, grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawer. He smelled bacon and smiled.

"She's gone, Dad." Makayla sat at the kitchen table with a sad frown, ripping a piece of bacon with her teeth.

"Gone?"

"Yeah, Dad. She left a note on the table." She handed it to him.

Garrett unfolded it and began to read:

To the two most beautiful, caring people I've ever met,

You don't know how much you have helped me. I really needed someone to lift me up in such a horrible part of my life. Instead of one, I found two. You both mean so much to me. I love you. We all knew this time would come and I thought it would be best if I left without a commotion. Please understand that I would have rather said goodbye in person, but that too, would've been so hard. This is truly hard for me to do. I know you both love me too and I can't describe to you how good that feels. Don't worry, you'll hear from me soon. I promise. You two take care of each other. Never let anyone come between the love you have for each other.

I love you guys, Larissa

Garrett felt the lump of pain building in his throat. That feeling when you're about to burst into tears. "Do you think she'll ever come back?"

"Doesn't sound like it, does it? Sounds like a Dear John to me."

"More like a Dear John and Jane." Garrett sat at the table beside his daughter with a fresh cup of coffee.

"At least we have great memories of her, Daddy." Makayla laughed as she finished the slice of bacon, hoping to make the mood a little lighter. "Every time I smell bacon, I'll think of Larissa."

Garrett smiled but said nothing. He just sat staring at his plate.

"You love her, don't you Daddy?"

"Yes. Yes I do."

"Too bad she wasn't around before Mom popped up in your life."

Garrett looked up at his daughter. "Your mother is partly responsible for the most important thing in my life. And for that, I will always love her for it." Garrett stood to get ready for work.

"I love you Daddy." Makayla echoed from the kitchen.

"And I love you, Angel."

Garrett wiped the fog from the mirror as he combed his hair. Stuck between the wall and mirror was another note. He walked into the bedroom, falling across it as he read:

Dearest Garrett,

This is so hard for me and I know it is for you as well. Last night was undeniably the most special night I've ever had. Thank you for making me feel so loved. Even if you didn't mean it when you said you loved me, you made me feel like you do. You are an incredible man. You hold all the qualities that makes a man a wonderful one. And then some. I love you deeply. I don't know where this is all going, but my heart weighs heavily through this. But know that I do, indeed, love you. Keep hope for me and I'll do the same for you. But please, don't keep hope that I will return. I don't know how this will end. But I will cherish the time I spent with you.

I have something planned for you and Makayla. I went out during my days alone and decided to give you something you will never forget. I hope, in some way, I'll be there with you in heart. The only thing I can say about it in this letter is that there is another letter in your brown coat pocket in your closet that you are not to open until the day before Makayla's nineteenth birthday (that's saturday, if your memory is failing you). That day you are to look your absolute best. Period. Buy her something nice, Garrett.

I love you, Larissa

Garrett lay on his bed wondering if he'd ever see Larissa again. He let the coolness of the air dry off his still moist, naked skin.

"Daddy?" Makayla walked softly into his room, catching him completely naked on his bed. "Daddy, wake up. You'll be late for work," she whispered as she stepped between his legs lightly. Her father didn't even flinch as her bare legs grazed against his. Softly she trailed her tiny panties down her smooth thighs, letting them pool at her feet. High above her head she tugged her tight cotton shirt, dropping it as she knelt gently at the foot of the bed. Lowering down, she took in his wonderful, naked penis. "My Daddy's dick," she whispered. It looked so soft and serene, lying there on his upper thigh. And those wonderful, big balls sitting tightly below it. She gently traced the length of his cock, smiling as it jumped at the sensation. "Mmm, so warm and fresh," she thought as she lowered her precious face closer. A small, thin lick up the underside instantly saturated her. She cautiously lifted it by it's base, watching it bend. What an odd body part it seemed to her. How alluring it was filled with blood, showing her how turned on he was for her. But something about it in this state was almost cute. She instantly wondered how it would feel in her mouth.

Slowly she opened her mouth, letting it fall, relaxed on her tongue. She gently closed her mouth around it, rolling her tongue against it; feeling it manipulate with her mouth. Oh how soft it was! She sucked it lightly feeling it expand in her mouth. It began to grow. What an odd sensation! She felt it thicken and throb, growing longer in her mouth until she felt it slither down her throat. Gracefully she guided it out, looking up at her awakened father looking back at her.

"Hi Daddy," she waved cutely as she took him in once more. She let it flop from her relaxed lips. "You fall asleep?"

He nodded as she sucked lightly, barely closing her lips around it.

"You need to get up. You're going to be late for work." Cat-like, she stalked up his body, lightly pressing her soft skin against his. Arching her back, she let his hardness escape from under her, only to slide back down, ever-so-much, until he pressed against her drenched pussy.

Garrett sighed as he felt her small, soft nipples kiss his. Her breasts swelled as they gently pressed against his chest. Instantly his hands reached for her ass, delicately traveling up and down. Just enough that he could feel her tiny, invisible hairs dance across his skin.

"That's a helluva way to wake up, my doll." Garrett opened his mouth for his daughter as she quietly kissed him.

"You're going to be late, Daddy. Try not to think too much about Larissa. Everything will work out the way it should. Just don't lose hope." She gyrated her young ass against his cock, letting her juices wet him. "Besides, you still have me."

Garrett returned the smile. "And you're all I'll ever need."

"Aww Daddy, that's so sweet." She kissed him again.

"I know something else that's sweet," Garrett winked as he thrust his healthy dick against her.

"Mmm, I do too. I know quite a few things that are sweet. So, how did last night go?"

"Larissa was just upset about all that's going on with her. That's all. It wasn't anything we did."

"I was starting to wonder. I thought maybe she left because she couldn't accept what had happened. What's going on with us, I mean."

"Oh no, Not at all. She loved it."

"So did I. Did you like watching us lick each others pussies, Daddy?"

"Oh God yes! That was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Garrett's cock pulsated as he briefly imagined it.

"We did that in the dressing room too. It just seemed to naturally happen. I like Larissa, Daddy. She's so cute!

"Dressing room, huh? Too hot. I like her too baby. Maybe too much."

Makayla tried to keep him from becoming depressed. "Daddy? Did you like watching your little girl lick your girlfriend's pussy?"

"Mmm, Kayla, that was too much. I loved it! You looked so pretty kissing it. And she's not my girlfriend. But it is strangely sexy that you had lesbian sex with the same woman I made love to only a few minutes later."

"Oh, so you fuck her, huh?" Makayla pretended to be appalled, She slid down his body, standing up between his legs.

"Yes I did." Garrett lay there gazing at his perfect, naked daughter; her hands on her hips.

"Well how was it?" Makayla couldn't fight back the smirk.

"Incredible. Very relaxing. We did it so slowly for at least three hours."

"Three hours?" Makayla yelled. "No wonder you can't stay awake! But that's sweet Dad. I'm glad you got some."

Garrett smiled looking down at his hard cock, protruding from his body.

Makalya carefully knelt back on the bed. "Oh don't worry. I'll relieve that before you go." Makayla lay between his legs slowly sucking her father's dick into her sweet, little mouth.

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Makayla paced about her room, collecting things that she would need back at college. She found Larissa's third note laying on her make-up case:

Sweet Makayla,

These last few days have been both heartbreaking and wonderful. Thank you so much for being there for me. Maybe even making me feel a little younger, as well. You mean so much to me. I think of you as a younger sister now, even though that sounds awfully weird with what has happened between us. I just can't believe you're so incredibly gorgeous and still so sweet and down to earth. I love you, Makayla. I'll remember the fun we've had and hope for more in the future, if things work out. I can say I've never enjoyed a woman's body as much as I have yours. Oh God, those gorgeous big tits! Ha!

But anyway, I have arranged a little something for you and your father. I also bought you something while we were shopping the other day. Garrett knows where it is. You are NOT to open it until the day before your birthday! I hope you like it and I hope you enjoy what I've arranged for you two. Hope to talk to you soon.

Love, Larissa (big sis)

Makayla smiled as she ran down the stairs, searching the house for her present.

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Garrett paced the dimly lit aisles of the jewelry store, in search of the perfect gift. He had no clue what to get his lovely daughter, but he knew women loved jewelry.

"What about this, Mr. Conner?"

Garrett turned to Natalie an aisle across. As he grew closer, Natalie pointed at a diamond ring sitting elegantly underneath the low, glass case.

"A diamond solitare?"

"Why not? It doesn't have to mean engagement, silly."

"I'm pretty certain that it does. Anyone that sees it on her would think so."

A cute, well put together young girl approached them. "If you'd like to see any of those, just let me know. My name is Charlotte and I'd be happy to help you." She waited for a response.

"We're fine, thank you. Just looking." Garrett smiled. He casually looked her up and down, enjoying her small frame in the tight, black dress. She was a tiny little thing.

"Thank you, Charlotte. He may want to see something a bit later." Natalie corrected him.

"If I may ask your names, just for pleasantries sakes? By the way, that's a sexy skirt you have on. Where did you get it?"

"This is Garrett Conner and I'm Natalie Winston. And I got this skirt at Cliffton & Maylor."

"THE Natalie Winston?" Charlotte's eyes widened.

"Um, yes. Yes my name is Natalie Winston. Do I know you?" Natalie almost blushed.

"I don't know you, no. But I have heard of you. Is this your... your?" Charlotte choked.

"My...?" Natalie questioned.

"Your father?" Charlotte whispered loudly.

Natalie laughed, shaking her head. "No! This is my boss. I work for him. How do you know of me?"

Garrett's curiosity grew.

"A group of girl's at my school talk about you and..." she paused uncomfortably, "things."

Natalie actually blushed, trying not to appear flattered. "And what school might that be?"

"Lufkin High." Charlotte shyly responded.

"How old are you, Charlotte?"

"Sixteen. So, is it true?" Charlotte's face grew rosy-red as her bright, green eyes darted back at Garrett.

"Mr. Conner, there's another case right over there you haven't looked at yet." She hoped he would get the idea. He slowly wondered off, hoping to overhear.

Natalie pulled Charlotte aside. "Is what true? What exactly have you heard?"

"Um, that you and... that you had sex with your... your father?" Charlotte asked, hoping not to offend Natalie.

Natalie laughed. "So am I the only one they talk about doing that?"

"No, but you're the main one. Because you slept with your friend's dads too. I mean, they say you did."

"And what do you think about it? Do you think it's true?"

"I don't know. When I heard it I thought it was just some rumor. But I started thinking about it more and more."

"And what do you think about it?"

"I don't know just yet. I mean it's kinda sounds gross. You know, your dad and all. I just thought you were some nasty, ugly girl that couldn't get anyone. I never knew you'd be as pretty as you are."

"Thanks. So what do you think about him?" Natalie pointed to Garrett, his back turned to them; muscles stretching against his crisp, white dress shirt.

"He's hot as hell! I'd fuck him in a heartbeat. Now, see if HE was my dad..."

"Well he IS someone's dad, you know? You say IF he was your dad, but we both know if he was, you still wouldn't know." Natalie paused. "So tell me, is your dad handsome?"

Charlotte grew noticeably uncomfortable. She wouldn't even look Natalie in the eyes now. "Well... I mean... yes he is. I mean he's not fat and he's good-looking in the face."

"Well, I'm not saying what rumors at your school are true or not. But, you do know that most girls think about it. It's natural to wonder. And most girls that think it's completely gross, have fat, ugly dads. Natalie laughed reaching into her purse. "Here, take this. If you want to talk more, here's my number." She handed the petite girl the card.

"Would you um... would you sign it for me?"

"Sure. I don;t know why, but okay." Natalie scribbled her signature on the back.

"Do you think... I mean if it's true... do you think I could see your... tattoo?" Charlotte's interested was completely apparent.

"Garrett!" Natalie yelled across the store. "We're going to the ladies room. Be back in a minute."

Garrett turned and nodded as the girl's walked out of the opened doors.

Charlotte stopped in front of the the teen clothing store suddenly. "Hey there's Jill! She's a year older then me. She won't believe this! Oh I have to have a witness! Please, Natalie, can I tell her who you are?"

"Why don't you just tell her to come along?" Natalie winked. She was enjoying this. She felt like some kind of slutty celebrity. She watched as the two girls talked. Jill turned towards Natalie, mouth agape, then back to Charlotte showing her the card.

Jill looked like any other rebellious teenage girl. Her hair was obviously dyed pitch black. It fell in straight lines on each side of her face, in pigtails; tied with purple ribbons. She wore heavy, black eyeliner, black mascara, black and purple eye shadow and black lipstick. She wore a tight, black tank top, an incredibly short black skirt, black-and-white striped knee highs and huge, clunky purple boots.

Natalie actually became aroused at her form. Her tits stretched the tight top, clearly noticeable she had no bra on from her nipples protruding through the fabric. They were almost out of proportion with the rest of her body. Absolutely massive, they were at least a double d cup, if not bigger. She could see the deep curve of the sides them as they tried to escape through the wide arm holes of the top. Her small waist and flat stomach added to their colossal size. Her hips were full and round and her ass made the pleats of the skirt lift higher in the back. She could tell this girl had an incredible ass. The perfect hour-glass body.

Natalie lead Charlotte and Jill into the tile-laden bathroom turning in front of them. "Okay, assume what you want, but it's just a tattoo. I don't understand how you all know about it, I usually cover it up with make-up." Natalie turned away from them, pulling up her skirt well above her waist, proudly showing off her uncovered ass. She turned her face to the girls; their eyes about to pop from their sockets.

"Oh my God, it is true!" Charlotte squealed.

Natalie let her skirt fall, turning back to them.

"Do it, Jill! Show her!" Charlotte pried at Jill.

"Show me what?" Natalie questioned.

"This." Jill looked down at her short, black miniskirt, pulling it up slowly.

Natalie gasped at the sight of the younger girl's naked pussy before her. Just below her hipbone, in bluish-black script writing read 'Daddy's Little Girl'. Beside it was a cluster of two, black cherries. She let her eyes wonder over the naked flesh.

"So, you've...?" Natalie asked.

"Yep. My first." A girl of few words.

"And how was it?" Natalie quizzed.

"Awesome. Better than the fuckers at school."

Natalie laughed at her bluntness. "Only once?"

"No. All the time."

Natalie handed her a card. "I'd like to know more. I also have a little something for you. We'll meet soon and I'll give it to you. Well, I may need to have one printed up on a black shirt for you. What size are you?"

"Small if it's stretchy. Medium if not."

"Those are spectacular, by the way." Natalie eyed her breasts.

"Thanks. Wanna see em?"

"My God, yes." Natalie became giddy.

Jill peeled the skin tight top up. Her enormous breasts poured out of the opening, swaying. They weren't exactly perky. Tits that huge couldn't defy gravity. But they weren't flat, saggy, bologna-nippled ogres either. They were quite round, with somewhat larger, pink nipples. Soft nipples, smooth and flat. They had a very flattering shape to them.

"Beautiful! They look so soft." Natalie complimented.

"See for yourself, if you want."

Natalie immediately stepped closer to Jill, lightly running her hands across them. Slowly, she lifted them up, feeling their weight, squeezing what she could get into her hands. "Mmm, very soft." Natalie turned to Charlotte, who seemed interested, but also almost neglected. Natalie figured she either felt inadequate or left out. She was, in fact, the one that saw her first. She turned to her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just wish I had big boobs." She looked down at her chest. "All guys like big boobs."

Natalie lifted her chin. "You know that hot guy in the jewelry store? My boss? He goes nuts for small, petite girls. Lots of guys do. You just happen to be surrounded by stupid, little boys that have no clue what they want."

"You can say that again." Jill concurred.

Natalie leaned over and kissed Charlotte lightly on the lips. "Don't worry, you're incredibly sexy. Now, I have to get back."

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A fairly attractive girl in her early twenties walked up behind the counter. "Would you like to see something, sir?"

"Um, no thanks. Just looking."

The saleswoman quickly rolled her eyes.

Natalie cut her eyes at Garrett, then back to the saleswoman. "He'd like to see this ring, please." Being the catty girl that she was, Natalie could see the look on the saleswoman's face as she sized them both up in a questioning, yet snooty manner.

"And this would be for?" She asked as she pulled the ring from the black velvet holder.

Both Natalie and Garrett froze. Neither knew what to say.

The woman turned to Natalie. "For you mother?"

Natalie's eyes glared in a standoff with the woman. "Excuse me?"

"You're mother," she repeated, turning to Garrett. "Your wife, sir?"

Garrett cleared his throat.

"Well, first of all, what business is it of yours who the ring is for?" Natalie latched on to Garrett's arm. "Secondly, the ring is for me. We're getting married." Natalie smiled as she ripped the ring from the woman's hand, sliding it on her finger. "How's that?"

"Very pretty. Look at it shine. But I don't know, Natalie." Garrett became hypnotized in the fire emitting from the diamond.

Natalie slipping the ring off, laying it on the counter.

"Careful, ma'am. That's a very expensive ring," commanded the saleswoman.

"Ma'am? Um, how old are you?"




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 13



"Twenty-three."

"Then don't ma'am me unless your at least two decades younger then that. I'm three years younger then you. If anyone is a ma'am, you are." Natalie was completely offended. She took no shit from other women. "As far as the price of the ring goes, I would assume most diamond rings are expensive."

"I'm sorry then, Miss. I merely meant to acknowledge you in a pleasant way." The saleswoman paused. "This ring is eighteen-thousand dollars, Miss." She placed the ring back in the holder, snubbing her nose.

"And you're point is? Do you think he can't afford it? Oh let me guess, you think because you work in the finest jewelry store, in town, that makes you royalty and we're mere common-folk? Peasants?" Natalie fumed. "Let me ask you, MA'AM, what's your annual salary?"

"May I ask what this has to do with the ring, Miss? I'm sure you're... um, much older boyfriend can easily afford this ring. I'm sure that's your appeal to him. Am I right?"

"It has nothing to do with the ring! It has to do with how you're treating us. I'll disregard your little, childish comment about our ages and why I love him. But, I bet I could make a very safe guess that you're paid less than ten dollars an hour, at the very, very most, plus commission." Natalie leaned over the counter, talking softly. "Well I make double that and I'm younger then you. So go snub your nose at someone else, you minimum wage bitch!"

Garrett grabbed Natalie's arm, pulling her back.

"No, Mr. Conner, this bitch needs to be put in her place!"

The saleswoman remained firm behind the counter, assuming it protected her from the enraged young woman. "Mr. Conner, huh? I see."

Natalie jerked her arm from Garrett's grasp, almost climbing on top of the counter to get as close to the saleswoman's face as she could. "That's right, honey, Mister. Mister is what you call a man that fucks your brains out at least three times a day. Looks like it's been a while for you." Natalie looked her up and down, sliding back down the front of the glass.

"May I be of service?" A fat, pale-skinned man approached from behind the saleswoman.

"Yes you may, unless you intend on looking down your nose at us, insulting us, judging us, or making yourself out to be better then us." Natalie again pulled away from Garrett's grasp.

"Let's just go, Natalie." Garrett didn't want anyone to see this. Many people in the town knew him well. What would someone think of him in a jewelry store, at the engagement rings, with a girl half his age? Ordinarily he wouldn't care what other people thought of him. But things were still testy with his wife. She could easily use such a thing to ruin him in their divorce.

"No! I'm not going anywhere! I'm sick and tired of businesses not giving a shit about their own customers! Sir?" She was interrupted.

"Joshua Cline, please, Miss."

"Joshua, this woman here..." She was interrupted again.

"Tia," the man blurted.

Natalie grew furious. "TIA THEN! Tia has been extremely rude to us. She has judged my relationship, insulted our engagement, and acted like a stuck-up bitch to us the entire time!"

"I'm sorry, Miss. We will handle this matter..."

This time Natalie interrupted. "Don't hand me that bullshit! You'll do nothing to her and she'll proceed to lose business and money for you. If you want people like this representing your company, then I hope you go bankrupt! Just because you mark up your merchandise more then the other jewelry stores in town, significantly more i might add, doesn't mean that your employees can belittle your paying customers. I demand that she be fired right here and right now! And if that puts you in a bad position, as far as on-hand staff is concerned, I have five friends that could easily fill her spot this very moment!

Tia puffed at the comment. "He wouldn't dare. I'm the hottest girl here. And we all know the hot girls sell more product.

Natalie almost spat in her face. "You? The hottest? Ha! If you're the hottest girl in here, then I hate to see the ugly ones! Hell, that girl right there is far prettier then you!" Natalie pointed directly toward Charlotte, standing far away from them.

"Her? Ha! She's a little girl!" Tia primped her hair, pushing her quite nicely full rack together with her upper arms.

Joshua Cline, all three-hundred pounds of him, twisted Tia around by the arm. "Tia, get out! You won't treat my customers in this manner!"

Tia huffed, "Yeah? Well guess who won't get anymore company perks? I know your wife, you know!"

Natalie laughed loudly. "And you're judging me? You fucking tramp! How could you even stomach the idea of fucking him? Oh, wait, maybe you DO make more money then me!" Natalie laughed as Tia jerked her purse from under the counter.

"No, wait Tia! Hold on! Garrett had actually held his temper for as long as he could. She turned around brashly. "Joshua, I'd like to buy that solitare and the matching earrings."

Joshua, Tia and even Natalie stood in shock.

"Y-y-yes, sir. Which credit provider would you happen to use?"

"I'll just right a check, if that's fine." Garrett held his smile.

"Oh, but of course it is, sir!" Joshua fumbled trying to write the handwritten receipt. "That will be, um... twenty-six thousand, eight-hundred and two dollars and thirty-nine cents, sir."

Tia's eyes seemed to turn red.

"And do your sale people make a commission on their sales?"

Tia's demeanor instantly change, smiling and adjusting her jacket.

"Yes, sir. Eight percent of each sale. Since Tia did help you today, would you like to..." Joshua was put on hold.

"Helped?" Natalie exclaimed. "Sorry, I'll shut up now."

"Natalie is right. If you call that help, then I'll take my business elsewhere."

"Oh no, no sir! I simply meant..."

Garrett held his index finger to his lips, silencing the groveling man. "The commission should be added to Miss Charlotte's pay, if you don't mind."

"Charlotte?" Tia screamed, making Charlotte, herself, jump from across the store. "Charlotte hasn't done a thing for these... these people!"

"QUIET YOU!" Joshua regained his low voice. "I don't recall Charlotte helping you sir."

Garrett held the check in the middle between his fingertips, threatening to rip it.

"Yes sir. The commission will go to Charlotte. It will be in her next pay check."

"I don't think you're understanding me, Joshua. I would like for you to give her the commission now."

"Sir, we do not have that amount of cash on hand."

"Look, I seriously doubt that such a fine jewelry store as this one, wouldn't have the necessary funds for a sizable transaction. If you're going to sell twenty-thousand dollar trinkets, you better have the funds to complete the sell." Garrett could sense Joshua didn't know how to respond. "Write her a check and post date it if you have to, for God's sake! But you will cut her a check today, in front of me. She knows nothing of this, so who's to say you'll not just keep it from her and pocket the money yourself?"

Joshua reached for the check.

"Not until I see the check written out for her."

"That's it! I'm not taking anymore of this shit!" Tia stormed off.

"Yeah, you leave! Go put your application in at McDonald's! But like you said, only the HOTTEST GIRLS GET THE SALES!" Natalie turned again to Garrett. "Sorry." She bowed her head cutely.

"Just a minute, sir." Joshua walked away from them with the check, written out in the amount of two-thousand, one-hundred, forty-four dollars and nineteen cents, made out to Charlotte Hansen. Joshua leaned close to Charlotte, holding the check in front of her face. Her mouth dropped open, eyes wide. Joshua turned to point in the direction of Garrett. Charlotte's eyes followed. No one was there. They both caught a slight glimpse of Garrett and Natalie walking down the mall corridor. The check lay on the counter and the receipt was gone.

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"Can I open just one, Daddy?" Makayla begged her father. She lay beside him, her soft, naked body pressed against his side as they cuddled in his bed.

She had slept with him every night since Larissa left. They spent hours before falling asleep, kissing and touching, licking and tasting every inch of each others fantastic bodies. Each morning they would wake just a bit earlier then usual, to satisfy each other, enjoying the fact that they could love each other freely. Today was no different. It was Saturday, the day before Makayla's nineteenth birthday. She woke her father as she asked, gently tracing her fingernails up and down his smooth testicles.

"You keep doing that and you can open them all!" Garrett rumbled. His voice groggy.

"In that case." Makayla smiled as she slipped under the covers and took her father's cock in her mouth.

"What a lucky man I am," Garrett mumbled. "I was just kidding. You can open one." Garrett paused. "The one from Larissa." Garrett folded his hands behind his back, enjoying the view of his gorgeous, naked daughter sucking him fully. How sexy her ass looked laying below him, her legs spread slightly. He sighed as he watched his beautiful daughter's face between his naked legs. His orgasm quickly came with just the sight of his dick being swallowed up over and over by her luscious mouth.

"Mmmm, God you taste so sweet, Daddy! I love the way your cum tastes." Makayla said just after drinking it all down. She forcefully primed the remaining drops of cum from the tip, licking it away.

"Well I'm glad you like it. I love you liking it." Garrett knew this would never get old. The excitement of it being so forbidden wouldn't let it.

They spent the day relaxing on the couch, spooning naked and watching old episodes of Gunsmoke; kissing as much as possible. Garrett's hand never left her delicious breast, cupping it underneath.

The phone rang and instantly Makayla got up to answer it. "Maybe it's Larissa, Daddy!"

"Maybe it is," Garrett thought. He hoped it would be. He watched his naked daughter pace across the floor as he listened to her sweet voice responding to the unknown caller. More then once he had mouthed to her, asking who it was, but she casually ignored him, rolling her eyes. She sat on the couch in front of him; her smooth ass against his stomach. As she talked, she playfully stroked her pussy; looking at him. In mid-sentence she stood up in front of him and slowly wrapped her legs around his face. Her body sank against his lips, inviting her father to taste her. Slowly he lapped at her tender hole, sucking in all the delicious sweetness. Occasionally she'd whimper. Once he caught her saying, "No that's this cute, stray kitten that showed up at our door the other day."

"Here Daddy, it's for you." Makayla looked down between her legs at her father's face, buried deep between them, smiling and handing him the phone.

Garrett mouthed, "Who is it?" She only smiled as she rose from him.

"Hello?" Garrett watched his daughter walk around the edge of the couch; her incredible body slowly climbing over the arm of the couch, at his feet. Her tits swayed above his legs.

"Garrett? It's Rebecca." Garrett glared at his daughter as she eased further up his body. She held his cock up by one finger and a thumb, running her tongue across her relaxed lower lip. Garrett tried to push her away but he also knew he didn't want her to stop. Apparently, his dirty-minded little angel loved the thought of him talking to her mother as she sucked his dick. He couldn't believe he had been eating her out as she talked to her own mother.

"Um, hi." Garrett's mind raced, unable to think properly.

"I thought about coming over today and giving Kayla her presents. Did you get her anything or did you forget?"

Garrett grunted as he felt his daughter's soft lips gently wrapping around the tip of his penis. "Forget? When have I ever forgotten my daughter's birthday? Why today? Tomorrow is her birthday."

"I have some things I need to do tomorrow."

Garrett accidentally muttered, "Oh my God," as his daughter slowly sucked his entire cock into her mouth, looking directly at him.

"What?"

"Um, I said oh my God. As in, what the hell is more important then your daughter's birthday?" Garrett's mind searched. "Oh, let me guess, it involves my ex-best friend, right?"

"Garrett, listen. I told you I am deeply sorry. I never thought I would be able to do such a thing but, I don't know, it just happened before I could stop it. You know that I love you. I want to be with you. But I know you need time." She paused. "Makayla means the world to me, Garrett. You know that. But this is really important and it's not what you think."

Garrett had never felt such conflicting emotions at the same time like this. He absolutely hated his wife right now. He was jealous and angry, and at the same time in complete bliss watching his own daughter service him. He wanted to tell her that her little angel was sucking his dick as he spoke to her. He imagined Makalya was doing it as an outright rebellion against her mother.

"Whatever Rebecca. Listen, we're kind of busy right now. Call back later."

"Garrett, don't you hang up! Busy with what?"

He wanted to tell her. He even mouthed the words silently. "We're doing father and daughter stuff. You wouldn't understand." He heard Makayla laugh.

Slowly she crept up his body, dragging her pussy against him until his cock lodged in between her labia. She pressed herself against him, lightly whispering in his free ear. "Tell Mommy to shut up. Tell her you have to go so you can fuck your little girl." Makayla ground her wetness into him. "Tell her that her daughter is completely naked, on top of you. And that she's about to squeeze her daddy's big dick up inside her, until it snaps her cherry."

Garrett's cock leaped as the words tickled in his ear.

"Yeah, right. Anyway, when should I come over?"

Garrett bit his lip hard, trying to keep quiet. His gorgeous, eighteen year old daughter was pressing his cock head hard against her innocence, rubbing it back and forth. He tried to think clearly. Clearly enough to answer his wife. He closed his eyes to concentrate. As soon as his mouth opened to form a word, she did it. He felt her lips part. He felt the pressure. He felt the tip of his cock pop inside her young pussy. His daughter's pussy.

He immediately opened his eyes as wide as they've ever opened, shaking his head in protest; looking down at the unbelievable sight. He saw her creamy thighs spread far apart. She hovered above him, letting him see his wonderful penis, barely pressed inside her virginity. She slowly lowered a bit and immediately rose again, moaning as it invaded her.The first dick ever inside her. Garrett thought about it.

"GARRETT!" Rebecca shrieked.

"WHAT?" Garrett tried to cover his daughter's moans.

"I asked you what time would be best for me to come over? What the hell are you doing?"

"Hold on, I'll ask Makayla." Garrett held his palm tightly against the receiver. "Sweetie, what are you doing? You're not gonna...?"

"No, Daddy. I'm just seeing what it feels like." Makayla lowered slowly again, closing her eyes. "It feels so good, Daddy! It's only the tip."

"You're mother wants to know when she can come over, TODAY. What should I tell her?"

Makayla grabbed the phone from her father's hand.

"Hey Mom." Makayla raised and lowered as she spoke, feeling her father's hard cock stretch her so tightly. "Mmm, Any time is fine, but not after six o'clock." She paused, breathing heavily and listening. "Nothing. Just stretching." She raised off of him, sliding back down between his legs. She loudly licked the underside of Garrett's shaft.

Garrett held his breath in shock. The phone's microphone was almost touching the other side of his cock.

"Cuz he's taking me out, that's why." She fed herself his length, sucking until her saliva made loud slurping sounds. "What infernal racket?" She paused. "Oh! Eating a popsicle. Cream-filled." She winked at her father, flicking her tongue against the opening. "I don't know where. It's a surprise." She sucked as she listened. "He won't tell me! Why do you have to be such a nag?" Makayla rolled her eyes, taking him fully over and over. "Because if I don't stop licking it, it'll drip! Hold on a minute and let me finish it."

Makayla held the phone out from her ear, carefully positioning it right beside her mouth. She looked up at her father with an evil, sly grin as she began sucking him tightly. She made full trips up and down, pressing her lips tightly against his body, grinding her nose in the thin, black patch of hair above his cock; rotating her head left and right. She quickly tugged her mouth back up it, trickling her tongue underneath as it left her. Then back down again.

"Mmm, God this is so good," she slurped loudly; swallowing her spit. She felt the long, slippery pole begin to throb. She pressed her tongue against the tip, opening those sultry lips; staring at her daddy as her fingers pulled the cum from deep inside him. "Mmm," she moaned as strand after juicy strand of her father's semen splashed against the back of her throat. She slowly sucked the tip for more.

"HELLO?" a loud voice came from the phone. Pause. "MAKALYA ANN CONNER!"

They both looked at the phone as the bitchy voice resonated from the speaker.

Makayla sat up, her mouth still open, a huge pool of cum filling her mouth to the lower lip. It could spill out at the slightest movement. "Yuh, sah-ee Mum," she slurred as she spoke to her mother; her mouth full of her father's cum. "Uh huv uh muff-foo uh yooce." Makayla couldn't help but smile, looking at her father's expression. Two small streams of cum poured from the corners of her mouth, dripping on Garrett's stomach. He jumped in surprise.

Makayla carefully closed her mouth. Garrett watched her delicate throat rise and fall as his spent sex drained down into her stomach.

"I said... I had a mouthful of juice in my mouth! SORRY!" Makayla again rolled her eyes. "Okay, see you in twenty minutes then! Bye Mommy!" Makayla pressed the end button, dropping it on the floor. Her face lowered down, tongue extending, lapping up the spilled sperm off her father's smooth abs.

"What a bitch!" Makayla jumped onto her father, kissing him.

"Watch it, young lady! That's you're mother."

"I know, Daddy. I'm sorry." Makayla stared at him with sad puppy-dog eyes. "But can't she call when I'm not sucking your dick, Daddy?"

"You're such a dirty little thing! I can't believe you did that!"

"Me? You're the one that was eating your own daughter's pussy while I talked to my mommy on the phone!" Makayla frowned. "I thought it was sexy as hell for her to be listening while I sucked my daddy's dick."

"God, you're so naughty."

Makayla jumped up as the thought entered her mind. "Hey Daddy, why don't we fuck until Mom gets here? You can take my virginity when she rings the doorbell! Pretty please?"

Garrett couldn't believe his daughter was so dirty. She had no limits. "No, honey. Too risky. Why don't you go put on some clothes... a skirt, and come down and I'll lick that sweet, little pussy until she gets here?"

"Okay! Okay! I'll be right back!" She ran up the stairs, stomping around upstairs. Garrett quickly went into his room and threw on a shirt and shorts.



What Once Was Innocent Ch. 14



"Okay sweetheart, turn left up here." Garrett tapped his fingers lightly against his daughter's upper thigh. He smiled even though he knew Makayla was busy paying attention to the road. Every thought conceivable ran through his mind as his hand occasionally drifted under her beautiful, white, airy sun dress. A gift from Larissa.

He recalled days of her as a little girl. How sweet and soft-hearted she always was. How she always thought of others before herself. He grimaced, still uncomfortable with the way their relationship had taken its turn, one year ago tomorrow. How could he do such a thing? Was it a somewhat normal thing to even think of one's daughter in such a way? He loved her more then anything. At times throughout her life, he had actually cried at how much he could love another person. Garrett caught her eyes, turned toward him, as she sped up the narrow, two-lane road.

"Where the hell are we?" Makayla questioned as she shifted into fourth gear.

"Larrisa wrote that we should continue on this road for another five miles and then to be on lookout for a very small, dirt road with a fence and a security gate."

Garrett only took brief moments to glance at the road during the mysterious excursion. His eyes stayed firmly on his beloved daughter; taking in her incredible beauty. The light dress that Larissa had given her fit like it was hand-made for her. It tugged softly on her waist, collecting in flowing ruffles about her silky thighs. She paid no attention to the hemline as it waved up and down her legs from the turbulent wind tossing through the convertible. His eyes roamed over her completely. The straps of the dress were almost invisible, biting into her radiant shoulders. The bright orange glow of the quickly setting sun sparkled against her. Her skin seemed to consume it like a warm bath.

Her breasts looked delicious, as always, carefully kissing each other; tucked tightly in the almost transparent fabric. They perched high with an enormous amount of luscious cleavage spilling out of the top. Her hair danced behind her in long, bronze spirals. Thin, white ribbons curled and tangled themselves in her luminous locks, each one tying up a small portion of her hair on each side, keeping it away from her face. She was nothing short of a goddess.

He knew tonight was the night. Tonight all the long-awaited, passionate yearnings would show themselves. He eagerly read the last line of the directions again and tucked them back into his brown jacket pocket.

"Here! Here baby!" Garrett clenched his fingertips into the elastic softness of his daughter's thigh. He firmly braced himself from the immediate force of the car slowing. He hoped out of the car and quickly inserted the key that was taped to the letter into the hardened steel padlock. He waved his daughter in as he opened the gate and then looked around cautiously as he secured it. No one for miles.

"Wow Daddy!" Makayla tip-toed into the doorless entryway of the small structure. "What is this place?" She peered around, amazed at it's rustic beauty.

"I see now." Garrett thought aloud. "I remember Larissa and Liam talking about an old cabin that belonged to her grandfather. She talked about how she and Liam had planned to build a house on the land. I remember her saying how beautiful it was." Garrett craned his neck upward at the looming, exposed, wooden beams of the roofless cabin. The sky burned an almost magical rainbow of colors. Hints of stars had already began to form in the western sky, but eastward it blazed in shades of purples, pinks and oranges. Makayla followed his stare.

"Wow. She was right. You can see forever way up here. Look, Dad, there's the city." Makayla inhaled the warm, summer air as she gazed though one of the cabins large, windowless openings in the wall. The mountain seemed to hide itself from the rest of the known world.

"Another note," Garrett softly muttered as he slipped the paper from the envelope. He felt his daughter's arm slip around his waist. He read it out loud:

"Hey guys! I hope you're enjoying my little piece of paradise. I hope to, one day, make it back there. This is all for you two, so make the most of it. Everything there is for you. Light the candles. There are three blankets in the small box in the corner. Take them outside if you wish. The bed is on loan, so if you would, take the linens off and bundle them in one of the blankets. I trust that you brought the wine I left for you two as well. If you feel the urge, I left a small camcorder in the box. There's plenty of tapes and two spare batteries. That is completely up to you, of course. I'm so excited for you two. I can't keep my mind from imagining what will happen tonight. Remember, you are completely alone. I have never once seen anyone anywhere near that cabin in all the times I've been up there. I love you both so much! See you soon! Larissa."

"How could anyone be so sweet?" Makayla rounded the side of her father, peering up into his eyes.

"One in a million, huh?" Garrett smiled at his delicate, young daughter. "Make that two." He leaned over to meet her lips with his. Her arms gently wrapped around his neck.

Garrett's anticipation peaked as he glanced at his beautiful, virgin daughter each time he lit a candle. She sat patiently on the big, fluffy bed holding two thin glasses of crystal-white wine by the stems. She smiled as her father met her.

"Wow, this is a really soft bed!" Garrett felt the nervous timber in his voice. He reached for the offered wine glass, sipping as he ran his hand across the cool, white sheets.

"These must have cost a fortune. I don't think I've ever felt anything like them." Makayla slid closer to her father. "Nervous Daddy?" She ran her hand over the top of his.

"Yes." Garrett's mind fought with itself. He felt Makayla pry one of his legs apart. He moved the other wider as his daughter slid her body back against him.

She tilted her head back and turned slightly to meet his face with hers. Garrett breathed in her fragrant hair as it fell across his shoulder.

"I am too, Daddy. I've wanted this for so long." She quickly turned further, placing her soft hand on his cheek. "It is happening, right Daddy?" She innocently stared at her father with the fear that it wouldn't. "You are going to take my virginity tonight, right?"

Garrett's cock thumped as the words tickled his ear. "Yes. It is happening tonight." Garrett swallowed hard. "I want nothing more then to be your first." He shoved his hand into his coat pocket. "But first..." He laughed as his daughter gasped at the sight of the long, black box before her. "For my gorgeous daughter. Happy Birthday, Princess."

Makayla gave him a quick peck on the cheek and leaned back further against him so that he could watch her open it. "It's not my birthday yet, Daddy. I'm still eighteen for a few hours." She winked as the sentence affected her father firmly against her perky, little ass. She tugged on the box lid. "Oh... my...GOD, DADDY!" Makayla's eyes glowed brighter then the fire of the large diamonds. "These are... these are... oh my, Daddy! These are breathtaking!" She unsecured one of the earrings and quickly brought it to her ear.

"Then you like them?" He coughed teasingly as Makayla turned around and planted herself against him in a tight embrace.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "I love them. And I love you."

Seriousness quickly took over them as she lifted her embrace and lowered her lips to his. Delicately they kissed. Slowly circling father's and daughter's tongues tasted one another.

Garrett hesitated. "One more." Garrett pulled a smaller, matching box from his pocket.

He bathed his vision in his daughter's image, taking her into his memory. He smiled excitedly as Makayla knelt in front of him, prying open the box's hinge.

He expected her to bounce about the bed or hug him until his head popped off. But neither occurred. He questioned his selection in gifts as he horridly watched a large tear form on the side of his daughter's icy blue eye.

"What's–" Garrett was silenced by her finger. She needed a moment.

She slowly slipped it from the box as if it were a fragile butterfly and peered deeply into the brilliance of the mirrored nugget.

"It's..." She slipped it on her finger and held it daintily in the air before them. "It's beautiful, Daddy."

Garrett smiled but was a bit uncomfortable. Somehow he saw her reaction being completely different. His uneasiness rose even higher as he watched Makayla rise; standing before him. She had the oddest look on her face. Garrett felt himself almost diverting his gaze from the goddess for the first time. He had never seen such seriousness in his daughter's eyes.

She stepped closer; her toes only an inch away from his crotch. "I want you to take me right now, Daddy. And I won't take no for an answer. She stepped lightly, planting each foot on either side of his hips and gently lowered herself onto her father's lap.

Garrett sighed as his beauty's almost weightless body collided with his. All of his previous reservations fell away as his daughter stared motionless at him. He placed his hands on her fabric-covered thighs.

"I love you so much, Daddy. I've dreamt of this moment for years. More than is logical in this world." She gently tugged at the sleeves of his jacket as she talked. "This has become so much more than curious thoughts alone in my bed at night." She draped his jacket over the side of the bed, letting it fall to the floor. She teased at the buttons of his shirt, releasing each one between her thin fingers. Her eyes never left his. His never left hers.

"I began imagining this happening between us long before the night, or nights, that I curiously watched you make love to Mom." She peeled his shirt from his arms. She quickly roamed her gaze about his tensed, smooth muscular chest.

"I may blush when I say this, but we've become so honest with each other that I know I can say whatever I should need to say to you." She dropped his shirt beside the bed. She traced her fingernails along his rippled, topless form.

"Daddy, I've wanted you to make love to me for so long." She hesitated and huffed a small laugh. "I've wanted you to make love to me since I was little."

Garrett's eyes momentarily widened. "R-Really?"

"Yes, Daddy. Why do you think I always waited until Mom was asleep before I asked you to tuck me in or read me a story?" Her hands slid down his stomach, up her legs until they grasped her father's. "I know you had to have realized something by the way I acted... The way I behaved around you when no one else was around." Gently, she slipped her dress up from under her father's hands, yearning to feel his touch on her naked flesh.

"I-I had no idea, actually." Garrett closed his eyes as he felt the firmness of her upper thighs.

Makayla's calmness soothed her father's uneasiness. Her words were so quiet. So seductively sweet. "Oh come on, Daddy. You couldn't tell when I would lay on your lap, always after Mom went to bed, that I wanted you?" Her hands traveled back down her legs, again connecting with his stomach. Her fingertip slipped lightly between Garrett's belt line and his skin.

"Honey, I assumed you were too young to have such thoughts. About me or any one else."

For the first time, Makayla's expression changed. She looked at him in disbelief. "Daddy. I would press my breasts, or nipples rather, against your thigh and lay my face right on top of you dick. Don't tell me you didn't know."

"I honestly did not." Garrett closed his eyes as his daughter's slender finger slid back and forth under his dress slacks.

"Remember how I would always wait a bit and then peel my night shirt up so you could scratch my bare back?" She fumbled with his belt.

"Yes I do remember."

"I always pulled it up just high enough that I could feel my naked breasts on your thigh. I loved feeling your penis against my cheek, just barely covered under you boxers." She smiled as she finally dislodged the belt buckle. "I always imagined one night it would accidentally slip out of the opening and you'd be so frightened that you wouldn't move and I could lay there with it touching my skin... touching my lips. I fantasized about actually daring to kiss it."

Garrett's erection pierced between his daughter's legs, digging into her even more. What she was saying was quite unsettling. But having her there right then, the way she was telling him this, brought him such pleasure.

"Did you ever look at my bottom, Daddy? When I would pull my night shirt up?" She slowly unbuttoned his pants then tugged at the zipper. Her eyes closed lightly as she felt his hands begin to move under her dress.

"Um... yes. I admit it. I did look. It was too cute."

"I always wore my cutest panties for you. I hoped you would look. I hoped you would eventually slip your hand under them and touch my young ass. I wished that you would've..." Makayla bit her lip as she felt her father's fingers separating her panties' waistband from her skin. "...would've touched me. I think I went to bed drenched every night." She peeled the edge of her dress up to let him see under it. "Just like tonight."

Garrett squinted through the fast-approaching darkness at the panties. He felt her body slowly rising higher from him.

"Larissa bought these for me too. Aren't they adorable?" Makayla held her dress high between her fingertips. "Look," she pointed at the center of the crotch. "She knitted this on here." She pressed her crotch closer to his face.

"For my Daddy," Garrett read aloud. "My God." Garrett felt his cock escaping the confines of his pants by itself. He ran his fingertip over the stitching then tucked the finger under the innocent mound. He looked up into her eyes. She was intently staring back at him; her head lowered so cutely.

"Wished I would've touched you here, Princess?" Garrett's cock leaped as he roamed his eyes up and down his incredibly gorgeous daughter's body standing before him.

She nodded her affirmation. "Under my panties." She closed her eyes.

Garrett's heart raced as he dug his fingertips under the side of the thin, white cotton panties. He heard his daughter sigh as his fingers softly slipped across her perfectly-smooth pubic area. "Here, Sugar?" He delicately traced her unbelievably wet pussy, feeling her labia part at even the most tender of touches.

"There Daddy," she whispered. "Yes, right there."

Garrett gently stroked the almost non-existent lips. Her juices covered his fingers constantly. "What are you thinking about, Love?"

"I'm still thinking about back then."

"What about it?" Garrett slowly eased his finger into his daughter's vagina slightly. He felt a bead of precum purge itself from his member as his lovely little girl's eyes opened for him so intensely seductively.

"I'm imagining that I'm still a little girl and you've come up to my room and we are on my little bed and you are touching my little, tiny pussy, Daddy."

Garrett swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched her lips relaxingly release the forbidden answer.

"Take my panties off, Daddy. I want you to see my little girl pussy."

Garrett tensed as his heard his daughter's sweet squeal as he accidentally pressed his finger into her tight hole. He felt her hymen resisting the intrusion.

"Easy Daddy. I'm just a little girl."

"Little girl, huh?" Garrett began easing the waistband of her panties lower.

"Yes. Your little girl."

"Is that what you want this to be like?" Garrett's eyes swam in the dimly-lit image of his own daughter's naked pussy revealing to him as he tugged the panties lower.

"No Daddy. I'm just taking this in for the moment. I want this to be me and you. Now." She looked down as Garrett peeled her drenched underwear down her legs and stepped out of them. She squirmed as she felt his tongue immediately collide with the wetness, wiggling between the folds.

"That tickles Daddy!" She let him drag his tongue through her opening a few times, then bent to pull his slacks the rest of the way off. She turned away from him to release the pants from his legs, cooing lightly as she felt his warm tongue lapping up her pussy.

Garrett cupped every drop of his daughter's delicious, virgin lubrications onto his tongue, moaning loudly as her light, sweet, female waters poured into his mouth. He felt the rage of intense sexual lust take over him. He dragged his flattened tongue completely up her unearthly tight entrance repeatedly not stopping until his tongue met the small of her back. 

He slid himself around onto his knees behind her as she stood back up before him. Gently he slathered his wet tongue up the backs of her calves, circling his sharpened tongue across the backs of her knees, then lapping at them each. His hands steadied her on the shaky mattress, bracing her legs against his animalistic craving to devour every inch of her body. He made long, slow laps up and down the backs of her toned, tanned thighs; inhaling her scent each time he came closer and closer to its hungry, feminine calling. His face ventured under her dress.

Makayla ached as her father lightly kissed her immaculately pink innocence. She shivered as she looked down to see his tongue tracing underneath her. Her knees almost buckled as he slithered his tongue inside her.

Garrett sensed her instablility. He flipped over and lay between her legs. He happily peered into the darkened chasm the dress made as it hovered around her marvelous hips. She instinctively turned and lowered her body onto his mouth. Her dress covered his face.

"Oh God yes, Daddy," she whimpered. She searched in the dim candle light until her eyes fixated on his naked cock.

Garrett felt his tongue dig firmly into Makalya's pelvic bone as she lowered onto him fully. His moan vibrated inside her as she slowly sucked his hardness completely to the end. He shuddered as her own moans surrounded his cock. The sensation traveled down below his tightened balls.

Unexpectedly, Makayla rose. She turned to face her father, sliding her body down his. She kissed him passionately then looked at him so serenely. "I can't wait any longer, Daddy. I've waited for so long and I think I'm going to die if you don't take me now." She pressed her sopping wet pussy against his length. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me so sweetly." She kissed him again, quickly, and rolled over onto her back beside him, pulling on his arm. "Fuck me this instant, Daddy."

Garrett felt the already approaching orgasm building inside of him, just knowing this was the moment. This was finally the moment he would feel his cock tear through his beautiful daughter's eighteen year old pussy was almost too much.

He slowly peeled her dress above her head, taking in her perfect, naked form. Her breasts shimmered in the new moon's glow. They were practically moons themselves. God they were so incredibly massive and round! He sank her nipple between his lips; grunting as his penis found itself trapped in his daughter's teenage, virginal juices.

Makayla begged, "Daddy, no more of that! I can't wait anymore!" She writhed in sexual curiosity as he continued to lick her fantastic tits. She pressed both of her palms against his cheeks demanding that he look at her. He stared at her madly. "Now, Daddy," she whispered. "Take my virginity."

Garrett's desire was insane. He wanted to taste every inch of her. But he wanted more than anything to be inside of her. She had far too many wonderful places to explore but he realized her insatiable need to be opened. He slid himself off of the bed, standing, pulling her legs toward him. He panted at what was about to take place as her precious pussy hovered on the edge of the mattress. Slowly Garrett guided his painfully hard penis tip to her vagina. He firmly pressed the tip against her, flicking it hard against her swollen clit. He spoke to himself.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 14



"I'm about to pop my eighteen year old daughter's cherry," he thought.

"Yes, Daddy. You are."

Garrett gazed into Makayla's eyes as he realized he said it aloud.

"Take my virginity. My innocence. Make me a woman, Daddy... Pop my cherry."

"Hold on Angel. Be right back." Garrett rushed to the box in the corner.

"Daddy, what are you doing? Get over here!"

Garrett rushed back to his spread daughter. His face quickly glowed a bright blue as he turned on the video camera. "I forgot about this."

"Oh yeah!" Makayla smiled as the orange light haloed her face.

Garrett quickly scanned her body; immortalizing her naked form in the cassette tape.

"Mmm Daddy, put that down and come fuck me." She smiled as her words made Garrett focus in on her face.

"Whatever do you mean, Honey?" Garrett was liking this.

"Well..." Makayla thought for a moment as Garrett tried to get more light on her face. "I have wanted my daddy to take my virginity for a very, very long time now. So I've waited for almost nineteen years for him to do it and tonight, on the eve of my nineteenth birthday, he's going to pop my cherry." Makayla ran her hands down her tits and caressed them. Of course, Garrett followed.

"So that means you're eighteen years old?" Garrett followed her hands with the camera as they moved lower.

"That's right, Daddy. And this is all yours." Gently she traced her finger up her shiny pussy.

"And how do we know you're really a virgin?" Garrett knelt beside the bed as his naughty daughter parted her lips.

"Because only virgins have this." She lifted her ass high in the air, spreading her legs into a split, wildly spreading her pussy lips to give the best view of her thin, transparent cherry.

"Oh my!" Garrett zoomed in. "And your Daddy gets to..."

"Gets to make it go bye-bye. My daddy gets to snap it. Now put that thing down and do it, Mister!"

"Okay. But first..." Garrett focused in on his incredible erection as the tip disappeared inside his daughter.

"You can tape it if you want, Daddy. But put it down after." Makayla rocked her hips against his cock until her hymen stretched around his girth.

Garrett pulled out, much to the disapproval of his daughter and set the camera up on the tripod in the opposite corner. He returned to her after to had his daughter's body locked into the viewfinder.

"Are you not gonna tape this up close?"

"No Honey. I don't want the distraction. It would be hot to get it on film but this is special. I want all of my attention on you." Garrett wiggled his cock head back into her opening. He stared at her firmly. "So, you're sure you really want this to happen?"

"More then anything on Earth. "Take my virginity, Daddy."

Garrett worked his cock in and out of the tiny entrance, groaning as the wetness began making loud noises from the suction. Slowly he pressed it tightly against her innocent barrier. She jumped at the intense pressure. "This is going to hurt, you know?"

"Mmmhmm. I know. That's why I want you to do it."

"Okay, darling. I'm going to do it now." Garrett pulled his cock almost completely out. This would be the last time the teasing took place. In less than a second he would feel his cock escape to the other side of his virgin daughter's pussy.

"Daddy wait!" Makayla giggled at her father's frustration. She peered into his eyes. "You're about to take my virginity."

"I know, sweetheart."

"No. Think about it. You're my father... and you're about to pop my cherry. And I'm only eighteen. I'm your daughter, Daddy. You're about to fuck your own daughter."

"Honey, I don't need the build-up. It's hard enough to keep from cumming as it is."

"Who said it was for you? I like to really think about what is going to happen before it does when it's something really good."

Garrett smiled. She was just like her father. "Okay. Ready, Pumpkin?"

"Oh God! Daddy that turns me on!"

"What? That Daddy's dick is about to snap through his little angel's cherry."

"MMM, YES DADDY! DO IT NOW! POP YOUR LITTLE PUMPKIN'S CHERRY!" Makayla braced herself on the bed, gripping the cool sheet between her fingers. "Daddy?" Makayla felt as if he might yell at her for interrupting again.

"Yes?"

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too, Precious."

Garrett took one last look at his virgin daughter. In just a moment she would never be again. His eyes burned in her awaiting stare. My God she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen!

He inhaled loudly, holding his breath. "Here goes," he thought to himself. He hadn't had his cock anywhere near a virgin in decades. In fact, the last girl he had deflowered had been Makayla's mother. He quickly shoved his manhood into his daughter's innocent cunt. His cock head felt as if it would split as he pressed hard against her hymen. He grunted in the pleasurable pain as he felt her tender wall slowly giving way. A small hole began to stretch around an area of his tip. Expanding. His grunting was completely overtaken by his daughter's ear-piercing, banshee wail as he felt and heard the muffled snap against his invasion. Her eyes filled with tears as her body gave way to her father's pressure. His cock slammed forward as another, quieter, snap released it's grip on her virginity. He was inside her. Finally inside his goddess.

Makayla frantically pulled herself across the bed. Garrett yelled as his cock was sucked violently from it's victory.

"OH MY GOD THAT HURT!" Makayla panted as she relaxed from the void. "It stings, Daddy." Streams of tears raced down her cheeks.

Garrett crawled up to her, kissing her lips lightly. "It'll get easier."

Makayla diverted her eyes from him. "Go get the camera and tape it now that it's gone."

"You're such a naughty, little girl." Garrett smiled as he leaped from the bed.

After the brief session of documenting her newly opened pussy, Garrett slowly eased himself back inside her.

"Shit, you're tight Sweetie!" Garrett swooned each time his daughter's tightened pussy suffocated his every movement.

"I damn well should be! I waited long enough for it! Ohhh, it still hurts." She squinted from the stinging shock. "Daddy?"

"Yes baby?"

Makayla playfully tugged at her bottom lip with her index finger. The other index finger teasingly twirled the lock of hair secured in the little girl ribbon. She lay under her father's naked body, equally naked, her legs spread wide with her daddy's hard cock squeezed tightly inside her teenage vagina. "You just took your daughter's virginity."

"Fuck, Makayla! You're going to give me a heart attack!"

"Excuse me? Since when do you call me by my name? I like Princess... Pumpkin's nice too." She cooed as her father began carefully slipping in and out of her.

"Does that feel good, Pumpkin?"

"Oh yes Daddy! That feels great! Fuck your little pumpkin real good for her first time." She occasionally winced as he pressed deeper. "See how much you can put in me."

Garrett felt a renewed sense of youth as he remembered long ago when he too, as well as his lovers, experimented with the new sensations. He eased further into her until he saw her expression change. "Too far?"

"No, it's fine. More like intense pressure then pain. Anything feels better then what you did a few minutes ago!"

Garrett found he could press entirely into her without much resistance from her. He thrust one good, hard time to test the waters a little more.

"Mmm, Daddy, yes," she moaned. "Do that again!"

"What, this?" Garrett thrust into his daughter again.

"Mmm, yeah Daddy. That feels so good!" Makayla stared at her daddy as he thrust his fatherly cock into her over and over.

"God your pussy is so good, Princess." Garrett loved how she had already taken on to his thrusts, meeting him each time. She lightly dug her heels into his lower back, pulling him in with each shove into her young womb.

"Better then anyone else?" Makayla raised her head to watch her daddy's cock as it fucked her.

"By far, Sweetheart. By far." Garrett alerted himself to the inevitable. "Honey, I don't want to cum in you."

"Yes Daddy. Please. I want you to."

"I can't honey. What if...?" Garrett pressed his body against his daughter's, enveloped in her tightness as it clenched against him.

"Don't worry, Daddy. Mom put me on the pill years ago. It regulates my period."

"Are you sure?"

"Daddy, yes I'm sure. You're not going to now are you?" Makyala faked disappointment.

"Not if I pace myself." He tensed his inner muscles as he pulled completely out of her.

"No Daddy, stay in me."

"Just one taste, Precious."

"Daddy, I'm all... you know." Makayla gave him a disgusted look.

"I want to." Garrett knelt beside the bed and lightly licked at her freshly opened pussy. Precum dripped from his cock as he processed what he was doing.

"Then let me taste." Makayla seemed to be up for anything. And she knew her daddy loved it.

He gently slipped two fingers into the teeny hole.

"No. I wanna taste it off of your dick." Makayla looked down and smiled as she saw her father's lusty, surprised expression. She began to massage her enormous boobs awaiting his cock. "Come on Daddy. Feed me my cherry."

Garrett slipped his excited dick inside his daughter again and slowly fucked her for a few minutes. His mouth opened around her tiny nipple; his tongue flicking across it's erected tightness. "Feed me Daddy," the sweet voice begged in his ear.

Garrett smiled as Makayla gasped as her pussy released the thumping rod. He straddled her beautiful face and watched intently as her sexy, full lips surrounded the tip. Slowly he felt her tongue pulling it in. She slithered it completely into her mouth, lightly choking as it eased down her throat. Garrett felt the incredible urge to empty her very life into her mouth. He pulled out quickly.

"God I really do taste good!" Makayla licked the underside of his cock, looking him in the eyes. "I can't believe my daddy is actually fucking me," she sighed.

"Regrets?"

"Never Daddy. Fuck me some more. I wanna feel you again."

As Garrett eased back inside his daughter's sultry little pussy, he almost unloaded from her next inquisition.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Princess."

"Fuck me like you used to fuck Mom. Like you did when I watched you." Makayla's body shook as she visualized the memory.

"Oh God, Honey! I'll fuck you far beyond how I used to fuck her!" Solid smacking noises began to erupt between their bodies as he drilled into her firmly. His cock swelled in the pending orgasm as he stared, mesmerized, at her perfect breasts undulating below him.

"Did... y-you really see me? W-watching you... mmm... fucking Mom-mommy?"

"Yes I did."

"Were you being... uh... honest with me when you s-said you imagined it was me that you were f-f-fucking instead of her?"

"Y-yes baby, I was. Honestly I wished it was you." Garrett felt his body thrusting faster. The memory fueled his lusty gyrations even more.

Only the sound of Garrett panting for each breath, Makayla's precious, airy whimpers, their smooth skin slapping methodically against each other and the bombardment of thousands of angry crickets filled the air around them. Garrett slowed as he strained against his orgasm. He lay on top of her, pressing his chest into her huge breasts, enjoying his cock being continually sucked deep into his daughter's tightness. He stared at her lovingly.

"Well now it really is me that you're making love to. Mmm Daddy, you're fucking your little girl. The tiny, little sweet thing that stood in the doorway and watched you fuck my mommy." She met his brief kiss, then returned to her gaze into his eyes. "When you look at me right now do you realize that I'm your daughter?"

"God yes, Honey! Stop saying these things before I cum!"

Makayla reached for her father's face; pulling his body down closer. her enormous breasts pressed into his muscular chest.

Garrett's curiosity grew. "Honey? Why would you like watching your parents have sex? Most children find that to be the most repulsive thing ever." He stopped moving completely, leaving himself inside her body.

"You're hot, Daddy. Always have been."

"But, but what about your mother? I mean..."

"Dad. You know as well as anyone else that Mom is gorgeous. It's not too hard to want to see her naked. Especially while being fucked by this." She shoved her hips hard into him and squealed as her father's dick stabbed a little too deeply.

Garrett's face cringed as he fought back the surge of cum boiling in his testicles.

"Can I admit something to you Daddy?"

"Sure, baby. But make sure it's not gonna ruin this."

"Well I don't know if it will or not."

"Go ahead." He smiled as he kissed her.

"What happened with me and Larissa. You know?"

"Do you really think I'd forget?" Garrett began slowly working himself back and forth inside her.

Makayla giggled cutely making her vagina tighten extremely.

"Good God!" Garrett pressed hard to remain inside.

"Well I've secretly wanted to do that with Mom." Makayla held her breath as Garrett froze.

"You've wanted... I'm mean, you've actually thought about..."

"Having sex with Mom? Yes. I know she's a bitch but Christ, Dad, she's gorgeous!" Makalya shunned her face away. "I'm a weirdo, right?"

Garrett tilted her face back to him. "Yes, Honey, you are. But it's incredibly hot."

"Well I know she'd never do it, anyway. Wanna know something else?"

Garrett nodded. He felt the tingle of a portion of rebellious sperm oozing out into his little girl.

"I wanted so badly to just drum up enough courage to walk up to your bed as you were fucking her and ask if I could join you both." Makayla stared at her father's numb expression. "I fantasized about carefully climbed up between both of your legs and gently licking you from your balls, all the way up your cock... mmm, covered in Mom's juices, and drag my tongue up her pretty pussy." 

Garrett lifted his ass high in the air, then slammed his cock deep inside of his insanely dirty daughter's cunt. He slipped his thumb in between their connected bodies and pressed it hard against her clit.

"OH FUCK DADDY!" Makayla's body flailed from the rampant ramming into her body. "OH SHIT, DADDY! I'M CUMMING! MMM FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME DADDY..."

Garrett watched her face twisting in pleasure; her body rippling in convulsions. Her tightening pussy squeezed on Garrett's cock so much, he yelled out in pain. Slowly her body subsided. She smiled and laughed and panted for oxygen.

"Oh Daddy, that was amazing!" She swirled her head about the bed in satisfaction. "Did you cum Daddy?"

"Not yet Sugar. Almost."

"Good. I wanna feel you cum inside of me."

"Well if you keep pulling those insanely naughty desires out of your head, I won't even need to move to cum!"

"What do you mean? Like... how hot it would be if you watched your only child, your daughter, lick Mommy's pussy?" She smiled the cutest, little, innocent smile as she watched her father's face numb. "Can you just imagine that? Your sexy, little, big-boobed, teenage daughter licking the very same pussy I was born from? Dirty, huh?" She gently began massaging her breasts.

Garrett's face grew menacing. He tightened his buttocks, feeling the rush of heavenly satisfaction unleashing itself and plunged his cock deep within his only child's body.

"Mmm, yeah Daddy. Cum inside your little girl. Fill my pussy with the same cum that made me."

"OH...." He inhaled fiercely. "FUUUUUUCCCKKK!" Garrett locked his stare on his daughter's angelic face. His senses closed themselves off, leaving nothing but this incredible surge of pleasure. His mind dulled but he was still fully aware of who he was fucking. Who he had his cock inside of. Who he was pumping his year-long, built up reserve of semen into. He was cumming inside of an eighteen year old goddess named Makayla. A virgin previous to this very moment in time. And she just so happened to be his daughter.

"Oh yes, Daddy! I can feel it pumping deep inside me." Makayla thought she was helping, but Garrett was in his self-enclosed bubble of euphoria. And almost as soon as it began, it ended with his body falling limp on his daughter's.

Makayla ran her fingers through her father's soft hair, letting her other hand slip around in the warm sweat beaded in the center of his back. "My daddy fucked me," she whispered in his ear. "My daddy's cum is inside me."

They kissed slowly as their bodies recovered from such taboo. Garrett's resting cock thumped inside her each time he her soft whimpers filled his open mouth.

"Let me clean you off," Makayla whispered.

"Are you sure, Princess?" Garrett had already began painfully pulling his cock from his lovely daughter's oozing pussy.

"Shut up Dad." Makayla punched him on the arm and shoved him off of her.

Makayla pranced over to the video camera and disconnected it from the tripod. She tinkered with the buttons as she walked over to the bed. Turning it around to record her face, she innocently narrated. "That was so incredible, Daddy. I hope you know how much I love you. I know you'll watch this a thousand times when I go back to school. This was, by far, the best birthday present ever." Makayla panned the camera to her naked father, letting it focus and record his body while she spoke again. "Hi Daddy." She stepped closer to him. "Was that good?"

Garrett lay on his back with his legs spread, letting the cooler night's summer air take over him. "Yes Sweetie, it was amazing."

Makayla zoomed in closer to frame his face. "What did you just do?"

Garrett smiled somewhat embarrassed.

"Dad?" Makayla prodded.

Garrett rolled his eyes, letting his head fall onto the bed in exhaustion.

Makayla turned the camera back to her face. "He must be shy right now." She paused as she exhaled loudly. "Well... since he won't say it, I guess I will. My daddy and I just had the most unbelievable sex. It was so good! My first time ever. I'm so worn out and, well, sore. He fucked me really good for sure." Her voice became louder as she intended for Garrett to hear clearly. "He better not be finished with me!" She returned to her low, cute whisper. "We're gonna fuck all night. He took my virginity." She smiled into the camera. "See?" She lowered the video camera down between her legs, parting her labia wide. She brought it back up to her face. "Guess it's probably too dark to see it now."

She walked over and grabbed a candle sitting in one of the glassless windows.

SNAP! 

Makayla jumped in shock as she heard the loud crack in the nearby brush.

"DADDY, DID YOU HEAR THAT?" She ran back over to the bed.

Garrett rose immediately. "Hear what?"

"Something is out there. I heard a noise like a limb breaking."

"Honey there are creatures all over these woods. It was probably a raccoon or something." Garrett ran his hand down his daughter's arm. "Night creatures."

Makayla smacked his hand away and gave him a bratty little glance. "I'm not five. Stop trying to scare me."

Garrett panted out a laugh as Makayla slipped down between his legs. She lowered the candle down holding the camcorder in the other hand.

"Watch it young lady!" Garrett barked. "You better not burn me!"

"Hush Dad. Can't you see I'm busy?" Makayla focused the camera on her father's penis. "That's my daddy's dick. Pretty isn't it? He just finished fucking me with it." She quickly turned the camera back to her face. "Shh! Don't tell anyone. He came in me too." She returned the lens back to her father. "OHH LOOK! There's a little bit still on the tip."

She nestled the camera on Garrett's stomach, holding it in her hand to keep it steady. She flipped the viewfinder around and made sure she could see everything. She zoomed in until the tip of Garrett's cock almost filled the frame. The large bead of milky-white sperm shimmered in the candle's glow. Slowly she opened her mouth, zooming back out to get her face in the shot. She stared seductively into the camera's eye as she dragged her lazy, flattened tongue up the underside of his cock. As her tongue rounded the tip,..... the droplet of cum clung to it. She pulled her tongue across the purple, engorged cock head then pulled away letting the strand of semen stretch. The thin string elongated until it could hold itself to Garrett's penis no more. Immediately it snapped, clinging to Makayla's pink tongue and dangled from it. Slowly she slipped her tongue back into her mouth, closing her lips. She savored the small proof of their incestuous fornication and then opened her mouth again to show that it had disappeared.




What Once Was Innocent Ch. 14



"My daddy's cum is so good. So sweet. Mmm." Makayla readjusted the camera back onto her father's cock. She tilted it, letting the camera record all of his glistening length. "Look, there's all my juices on it." She held to candle up a little closer making Garrett twitch as the heat became more apparent.

"OH LOOK ON HIS BALLS!" She zoomed in slightly at her discovery. "There's some of my cherry!" She moved the camera around imprinting the collection of pinkish fluid drying around the base of his cock.

"Here Daddy, hold this." Makayla handed him the camera. He focused it down his body, capturing his slowly rising penis in front of the beautiful girl's face.

"Now I have to clean up. Daddy taught me when I was little to 'always clean up after yourself.'" She lowered her voice, mimicking her father's.

Garrett chuckled. "You're so silly, little one."

Makayla's thin fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, pulling her face up close. The huge diamond glared as if it had it's own light source from her ring finger. She pressed her full, succulent lips against the growing shaft, kissing it loudly. Her eyes peered into the camera, his cock separating them. She tilted it to the side like it was blocking the view of her face. "Silly for my daddy." She looked up at him smirking. Slowly her tongue licked up the underside of it until she flicked the small hole in the center of the tip. "Mmm. More yummy daddy cum," she said as her pointed tongue pulled the gooey strand out from deep inside.

Garrett tightened the lens in on his lovely daughter's mouth as it magically made his aching member completely disappear. "My God, look what I've made of this girl," he thought. "I love you Makalya," he whispered.

Makayla's lips smacked loudly together as she collapsed the suction from his penis. She smiled as pretty as always and quickly said, "I love you too, Daddy," returning immediately back to her chore.

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The two lovebirds snuggled under one of the blankets on a small, grassy knoll just outside of the cabin. A melting candle sat just in the doorway of the cabin. It was the only light on the entire mountain. But the fiery embers growing red-hot inside Garrett and his daughter seemed to illuminate the very ground they sat upon.

Makayla pressed her naked back into her father's chest. "Daddy, do you think what we're doing will ever come between us?"

Garrett swallowed hard. Her question was the very same question that had haunted him ever since they had separated themselves from the usual behavior that father and daughter should abide by. It was fitting that this discussion was occurring almost one year to the day. "Angel. I just want to tell you right now that I hope and pray that NOTHING will ever come between us. I still chastise myself for not being a responsible parent and knowing what's right and wrong. This is definitely something that everyone will look down upon. But I do know that I love you. I love you more then anything. If anything comes between us, it will be because of you." Garrett held his breath. "But I hope things don't get complicated. You know there may be an uncomfortableness between us?" Garrett hugged his daughter tighter.

"Daddy? i love you too. You know that we can't be the only father and daughter to have ever had sex with each other? Nothing will ever come between us, Daddy. I love you too much." Makayla thought quietly as she scanned the city lights in the horizon. "What if you and I were meant to be lovers and it was just a cruel joke that you just happen to be my father?"

"That would be a very cruel joke, wouldn't it?" Garrett still loomed in the question. "But one day you'll most definitely want to get married and have children of your own. We'll have to come to the realization that this is only temporary and just remember this time in our lives secretly. Between us both."

"Yeah." Makayla flipped the diamond solitaire back and forth against the two opposing knuckles on her tiny hand. "I do want to be married. I do want kids. Would it be so wrong if I sneak in a little of my Daddy's love every now and then?"

Garrett brushed her sweet hair from her neck and lightly kissed as he whispered. "Wrong? Yes. But how much more wrong could this be?"

"Well if this is wrong, Daddy..." Makayla felt the shiver creep slowly up her spine.

"Baby, you know this could never happen after you are married." Garrett slowly traced the perfect curve of each of the bottoms of her breasts with his fingertips.

"Imagine how fun that would be though Daddy. I'll come home crying to you after he and I have a fight and you reaffirm that I'm a woman like only you know how to..." Makayla pressed her firm, little ass into his crotch. "...Slowly fucking me to sleep in your arms." She thought a little more. "Mmm, And you taking us on vacation and you and I need to go get groceries or need some father and daughter time. And we sneak off just out of view and have a little fun with each other."

Garrett's cock renewed itself as it quickly began pressing between his daughter's succulent buttocks. "I don't know if I could share you, Sweetie. I might be too jealous."

Makayla twisted her upper body against her father; looking at him passionately. "And I don't know if I can share you with Larissa or any other woman, for that matter." But let's not think about that right now, Daddy. You don't have to share me tonight. I'm all yours." Makayla pressed her fingers into her father's chest, lowering him to the softened ground. Slowly she stood above him, stepping across his body, slowly lowering to meet him.

Garrett immediately groaned as he roamed his eyes over his completely naked daughter's form. The moon light glowed dull blue as it cascaded over her still-innocent facial features. Her lips shimmered in the intoxicating night's light. Her breasts, those marvelously big, perfect breasts, almost completely shadowed her stomach. The upper hemispheres glowing in the eerily cold light took on the look of two twin planets orbiting this heavenly body as they gently swayed from her gyrations. Tenderly, she steadied his yearning cock between her fingers. Her inner thighs stretched widely apart and she guided the tip between her juicy folds.

She lowered her hips just enough to let his erection rest securely inside her, then folded her body onto his, slowly letting her silky-smooth nipples melt into his skin. "What time is it Daddy?" She lightly pressed her breasts into his chest as she kissed him lightly.

"I would guess it's around midnight." Garrett paused after another kiss. "I don't have my wa... Oh my God!"

Garrett could see the moonlight kissing his daughter's firm, round buttocks as they lowered closer to him. He violently sucked in the sticky summer air as he felt his cock parting his daughter's tight, hot opening. With a straining squeal echoing from her tightened lips, Makayla shoved her body down onto her father's manhood with one fluid, somewhat painful lunge. Slowly she smooshed her dripping lips around in circles against Garrett's hairless base. 

"I want to remember that the very second I turned nineteen, I was making love to my daddy." Makayla sank her tongue into her father's mouth, light whimpers filling it as she slowly worked the hardened mass inside her body. She rose with a staccato whine as she took her father further into her. She moaned as if she were singing when her large breasts connected with her father's tensing grasp. The moon silently encased their nakedness in it's haunting glow as they slowly unleashed their sexual lust high on the mountain's rolling hillside.

A shadow darkened the candle's single flame as it exited the cabin door.

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"Honey, there's a package on the doorstep. Grab it on your way in." Garrett hefted the box that Larissa had supplied out of the trunk.

"Wonder what it is?" Makayla nestled herself under her father's arm as she tore open the flowery wrapping paper. "Oh, here's a note." Slowly she opened the small card attached to the box. She turned her attention to Garrett. "It's from Natalie." She rolled her eyes. "Maybe I should open it upstairs." Makayla had a clue as to what awaited inside the flimsy cardboard shell.

"Don't be silly. Open it!" Garrett was anxious as well.

Makayla lifted the lid, crinkling the thin tissue aside. "It's a tee shirt." Makalya pulled the thin, cotton shirt from the box, spreading out the front on the bottom of the box.

"Daddy's Little Girl?" Garrett's anticipation rose.

"Cute huh?" Makayla fought back the lump in her throat. "Tell her I said thank you."

Garrett remembered the pictures of Natalie he had seen on her web page and her tattoo. "Honey, what's this all about? This Daddy's Little Girl Club."

"It's really nothing, Daddy. I've told you before about Natalie's secret."

"You mean the same secret we now share, right?" Garrett knew there was more to this then his daughter was leading on to.

"Yes Daddy." Makayla hid her face from Garrett's questioning stare. "Okay Daddy! I can't do this! I was never able to go along with it the way they wanted! I have to tell you." She paused. "I'm not supposed to."

"Not supposed to what, Darling?" Garrett reached for his daughter's hand. She stood against the comfort and sat across from him on the coffee table.

"Well I'm just going to be completely honest." She cleared her throat. "A few years ago, about three or four I guess, from out of nowhere Natalie just appeared. I mean she just took an interest in being my friend. Later on, as we became closer, she began telling me how she had feelings for her dad. At first I thought it was sick. I almost stopped talking to her. But, as you know, she is a very convincing and manipulative person. She would cry, pulling on my heart strings, as she told me about how much she loved him. I don't know if it was being young and stupid, or what, but I slowly started accepting her desires for her dad until I eventually wanted so badly for them to have sex together. Make love, anyway. I started to feel a closeness with her that I had never had with a friend before. She felt like a sister to me. You know how I've always wanted a sister. That's when she started to make passes at me. I felt so odd even though I had done it before. You know, been with a girl." Makayla crossed her legs making her airy, short skirt readjust around her bare hip. Garrett didn't even notice.

"We had sex with each other almost every day after school. Sometimes in the girl's bathroom if we couldn't wait. There were plenty of times we had sex here."

"Here? When?"

"Any time we could. When you and Mom went out. A few times when you two went out with Larissa and Liam. Sometimes when she spent the night."

"You mean when we were asleep?"

"Usually. But anytime we were up in my room, we were doing something."

Garrett's cock tensed in his pants.

"And you were how old?"

"We're getting off the subject, Daddy." Makayla smiled nervously. "Sometimes when she had me almost to the point of orgasm, she would say things."

"Things?"

"Things like how hot it would be if it was you licking me instead of her. By that time she had already had sex with her dad and she constantly told me about how good it was. How he fucked her better than any guy she had ever dated had. How he knew exactly what to do to her and the intense orgasms she had with him. Eventually she broke through. I started imagining it was you licking my pussy instead of her. She would whisper things as she licked me, filling my head with you."

"Why on earth would she do that?" Garrett's head swam in the possibilities.

"I thought it was because she felt guilty for fucking her dad. But later on I felt that there was more to it." Makayla twitched on the hardwood table. "You know she was with me one night when I was watching you having sex with Mom?"

Garrett shook his head, unable to comment.

"She did. She took me back to my bed and touched me while whispering in my ear about how it should be me getting that pleasure. Not Mom. That's when I started seeing how Mom really treated you. But don't think it was all Natalie's doing for what's been going on with us. I mean she helped, but I had thoughts before–way before her." Makayla waited her a response.

"Go on, Honey. I'm all ears."

"Well Natalie went berserk. She was fucking two and three guys a week. Sometimes in the same night. Sometimes together. She started fucking much older guys. College guys, married guys, guys old enough to be her father. Other girls in school's fathers. That's how she got to Amber. Amber was way too young to have been exposed to that. Natalie really handled that wrong. She would drive over to Amber's house and fuck her dad with her in the next room. Sometimes in the same room with Amber watching. Amber became really jealous and started fucking her dad just so he would quit fucking Natalie behind her Mom's back. Of course she was fucking around on him anyway. Maybe that was Natalie's intention all along. But anyway, soon Natalie had a throng of girls in school succumbing to her twisted desires. She must have been having sex with at least a dozen girls, her boyfriend, and her dad. None of them knew."

Garrett readjusted his erection. As horrible as all of this sounded, most of it turned him on to no end.

"Do you remember the slumber party we had? At her house? That night I called you and cried for you to come get me?" She didn't wait for a response from her father.

"Natalie had invited all of the girls involved in her scheme over to her house. She made us play strip poker with her father until all of us were naked. Then we started playing truth or dare. At that time I was the only virgin left. I had no problems doing dares that involved sexual things with the other girls. Most of the other girls thought Natalie's dad was hot, so they had no problems when they were dared to suck his dick or let him eat them out or whatever. He fucked a few of them that night, I heard later at school."

Garrett shook his head. He felt increasingly repulsed. Though he imagined it was him getting to fuck such young, nubile creatures.

"Well Natalie dared me to let her dad take my virginity. I didn't have to let him fuck me; just pop my cherry. I had already decided to let you be my first by then, but they all pressured me into it. That's when I called you to come get me." Makayla cleared her throat. A single tear began to form in the corner of her baby blue eyes.

"After that night, Natalie spread such horrible rumors about me at school. The other girls went along with it. Even Amber. Natalie found some way to steal my boyfriend away from me and fuck him too. I don't guess I blame him. She is gorgeous and I wouldn't let him have what he wanted. I've seen her fuck a guy before. I know how good she... well, you know yourself how good she is." Makayla frowned.

"Honey. The more I know about her, the more I..." Garrett was interrupted.

"No Daddy. No need to say anything. I'm oddly glad that she got you once. I know, first-hand, how well she can... Anyway! Back to the point.' Makalya eased her body back onto the table, resting herself on her hands. Her skirt teased as it rose even more. The sharp v-shape of her tightly crossed legs framed the tender nakedness between them. "Daddy, the club, as you put it, is just a group of girls that have had 'the experience.'" She shifted her weight. "Natalie started the whole shirt thing after so many girls began to surface. You wouldn't believe how far it's spread."

"I have an idea."

Makayla looked at him, questioning his remark. "How so?"

"Well the other day, Natalie and I were picking out your birthday present and..." Again he was interrupted.

"Natalie went with you to get this?" Makayla glanced at the ring then glared at her father.

"Well, yes. I needed someone you're age to help me. You know how crappy I am at those things." Garrett felt somewhat guilty.

"Daddy? Did she pick this out?"

"She helped, honey. What difference does it make? I chose that ring for you."

"Daddy, you know this is an engagement ring, right?"

"Yes, I know. But it's so beautiful. I knew it was meant for you."

"Does this mean we're engaged?"

Garrett laughed at the comment. "I think that's quite nearly impossible, Sweetheart."

Makayla stood from the table and sat softly on her father's lap. "I'm serious Daddy."

"Baby. Like I said, that's an impossible thing."

"What if no one knew? What if we went to another country and got secretly married?" She held her hand up to her father's cheek. "Do you wish I weren't your daughter? I mean, you know, so all of this would be so much easier?"

"Sometimes. I won't lie." Garrett lightly added, "Makayla, I'm madly in love with you." Garrett fought back a tear, himself.

"And if I wasn't your own flesh and blood, we could do this openly."

"Who are we kidding? There's no way a girl like you, at your age, would be interested in an old fart like me."

Makayla kissed his lips softly then looked into his eyes. "Daddy, you're everything a man should be. You devastatingly handsome and so sweet. There isn't any doubt in my mind that I would still be attracted to if you weren't my father. Do you really think, as your daughter, I would willingly let you have sex with me if I weren't incredibly attracted to you? Girls just don't do that."

Garrett peered into her eyes, "Apparently they do, Honey." His hand lightly traced her slowly welcoming inner thighs.

"Back to that. What were you going to say about you and Natalie?" Makayla cooed as Garrett's hand wedged between her legs.

"A girl that worked there, still in high school, knew who she was. The went off into the mall somewhere. I caught the jist of what they wanted to talk about. She asked Natalie if I was her father."

"Dad, this goes way beyond here. There's a whole underground club that goes nationwide now. Do you remember when I said something about how, back in your day, interracial dating was forbidden? And how a few years ago same-sex dating was forbidden?"

"Yes, I remember." Garrett caressed her moistened, pink folds.

"Well all that stuff is fairly acceptable now. This is the new thing." She held her breath for a moment as Garrett's finger slipped slowly inside her body. "Incest. Well basically incest among father and daughter. It really makes more sense then same-sex relationships. This is natural. It was actually practiced a long time ago. I mean who else loves a girl more then her father?" Makayla felt the heat of her vagina course up into her body. She tugged at her tight top, freeing it from her body.

"Well, it makes sense, but... But... Am I just a fad? Is this all because it's the new taboo? The new hot thing for teenagers to do?"

"Daddy, you're no fad. I fought against the club when they pressured me. I told them I would do it on my own terms. I love you deeply, Daddy. I did this on my own." Makayla unlatched her bra, pulling it from her breasts. "I might as well try it on," she said as she peeled the light pink tee shirt over her head.

Garrett thickened as the words stretched across her insanely large breasts. 'Daddy's Little Girl.'

"Daddy, I'm not mad at Natalie anymore. Hell, you can fuck her again if you want. I know what you need. No man is even truly satisfied with one woman. But right now..." Makayla straddled her father. "...I need you to satisfy me. Take me up to my room and fuck me like a big girl, Daddy."

Garrett's cock stretched the thin material of his dress slacks as he kissed his daughter passionately. He easily lifted her light body and carried her up the stairs.

The back door leading into the mud room creaked open. A small, black video cassette tape rapped quietly against the marble counter top. The door slowly closed again.