8 comments/ 49732 views/ 29 favorites Alana's Visit By: BarondeSade Published by BarondeSade Copyright 2013 BarondeSade Feel Free to do anything you wish with this story... Liability All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and those involved in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. No responsibility or liability is assumed or accepted by the author for any claimed financial losses and/or damages sustained to persons from the use of the information used in this publication, personal or otherwise, either directly or indirectly. While every effort has been made to ensure reliability and accuracy of the information within, all liability, negligence or otherwise, from any misuse or abuse of the operation of any methods, strategies, instructions or ideas contained in the material herein, is the sole responsibility of the reader. By reading past this point you are accepting these terms and conditions and acknowledging that you are eighteen. All the fictitious characters in this story who are involved in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen. Alana's Visit Howard smiled to himself. God, I'm acting like a kid on my first date, he thought as he put the bottle of Chardonnay on the table. I hope that Alana likes it. She's been away at college for six whole months now. I wonder if she has changed? Too bad, Donna couldn't be home, too, but her career always came first with her. Just like tonight, she was in Atlanta attending a Real Estate conference. It seemed like there was a conference of some kind every other week. And she could easily have skipped this one because she had attended one on the same subject only a couple of months earlier. Sometimes it seemed like he was just a necessary accouterment to make it look like she had the perfect family. She put up the façade of having the perfect marriage, with two perfect children and a loving husband. But he knew the real story. She treated him like a piece of furniture that she could move around anywhere to suit her purpose. And their sex life was the same with her giving in once or so a month. But even then it was a perfunctory offering to keep him from complaining all the time. Sometimes he felt like chunking it and moving on, but there was still Alana and Jeff. Alana was away at college in her freshman year and Jeff was a senior in high school. Well, as soon as they both were truly up and out on their own, then, then he would think about it... Maybe he would confront Donna and sort things out. See if there was anything salvageable in their marriage. But not now. Tonight Alana was home from college and he was going to wine and dine her and treat her like an adult. Not the little girl he had sent off to college six months ago. Steaks, wine, and maybe a night club afterwards. After all, she was nineteen now. Wondering just how much his little girl had changed in the six, short months he heard a car drive into the driveway. Hurrying, he put the finishing touches on the kitchen table and went walking into the living room just as he heard the front door opening and closing. She's here. My sweet, little Alana is here, he told himself as he hurried into the living room. Oh God, he thought to himself when he saw Alana standing by the front door. She was so beautiful. A Goddess. The most beautiful girl in the world. No, not any more, he corrected himself. She was now the most beautiful woman in the world as she seemed to have blossomed into maturity during the six short months she had been away. "Are you okay, Dad," she smiled at him, "you look funny." "Oh, my, my, Alana," he burbled out, as his knees grew weak and he felt lightheaded. "Oh, Alana, you're, you're so beautiful," "Oh, Daddy," she giggled, reaching out and wrapping her arms around him. "You always did know how to make me feel so good." He wrapped his arms around her and they stood there in the middle of the room hugging as if it had been years, not months since they had last seen each other. Then, after a few moments, Howard suddenly became aware of his daughter's big, warm breasts pressed against his chest. He didn't remember her being so well endowed, but then, he had never really paid much attention to his daughter's physical attributes before. After all, she was his daughter and fathers didn't think about their daughters in that way. But, now, it was somehow different. And if he was any judge of women's apparel, he would swear that his daughter wasn't wearing a brassiere. It felt like the only thing covering her breasts was the soft, knit sweater she was wearing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he slowly backed away from her, holding onto her arms, he ran his up and down her body. "My, my, my," he murmured. She had her hair pulled up in some kind of turban-like hairdo that made her look older, but to him she was still thirteen or fourteen with her beautiful, elfish face. Her big, brown eyes stared back at him innocently, but her full, red lips belied that sweet innocence. And the opulent swell of her breasts underneath the thin knit sweater proclaimed her newfound maturity, as did the curving sweep of her hips underneath the thin, short skirt she wore. Finally, he let go of her and stepped back. "You are beautiful, Alana," he swooned. "Daddy," she purred, seductively batting her big, brown eyes, "You always did know how to make me feel all grown up." "Well, you are all grown up now. Look at you," he smiled back at her. Looking into her face, he didn't see the nineteen-year old girl he had sent off to college, instead, he saw an expectant fourteen year-old just back from her first prom, her face beaming with happiness and anticipation. Her whole face was lit up with the smile that beamed back at him. Suddenly, he felt his heart fluttering with an unusual excitement. "Goodness, Daddy," she softly laughed, "you look like you've never seen me before." "My, Dear, Alana," he groaned, trying to curb the strange feeling that had come over him. "I haven't seen you before. Not like this. Not the way you look tonight." "What? Whatever do you mean?" she modestly asked him, standing up straighter and thrusting her breasts out a little bit more as a faint blush painted her cheek bones. "I mean," he grunted, not able to keep from running his eyes up and down her body for a brief instant, "I mean, you're all grown up. You're a woman now." "You really think so?" she grinned, stepping around him. Laughing softly under her breath, she let the soft roundness of her breasts graze his arm as she did. He couldn't tell if it had been a purposeful move on her part or just an accident fueled by his overactive imagination. "Yes, I do," he nervously laughed, suddenly fearful of being alone with the beautiful creature that was walking across the room sensually swishing her hips from side to side. "Where's Mom?" she nonchalantly asked, looking back at him over her shoulder as she set her purse down on the table and turned around to face him. "Away at another conference," he said, strolling over to the table, trying not to let his disapproval of Donna's absence creep into his voice. "Atlanta, this time. Remember, I told you when you called last week." "Oh, yeah, that's right, I must have forgotten," Alana virtuously smiled. "I see nothing has changed." "I'm afraid not," Howard frowned. "Just more of the same." "Well, don't you worry, Daddy," she softly laughed. "Now little Alana is here to take care of her Daddy." "And it's about time. I really missed not having your smiling face around," he said. "And where's Jeff?" she smiled. "Boy, your memory must be going, because I told you that he was away at camp for another week," he said, nervously fidgeting with the tableware, suddenly feeling strangely self-conscious that he and Alan were all alone in the house. "You're right. I must be getting old to be so forgetful," she smiled with childlike innocence as she seemed to be reading his mind. "So it's just the two of us...here all alone." "I'm afraid so," he told her, "but I'll try not to be a fuddy-duddy, stick-in-the-mud Dad." "Oh, Daddy, you're not a stick-in-the-mud. Why, at college, I bragged all the time about what a great Dad you were," she laughed. "And I'm certain that we'll have a good time because I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that we do." "Uh, okay," he answered, a little uncertain. "How does steak, salad, a potato, and wine sound? Followed by a night out on the town with your dear old Dad." "The dinner sounds great, but," she paused, running the pink tip of her tiny tongue over her full, red lips, "I think I'd like to pass on the night out on the town and spend it at home with you. Okay? After all, Daddy, it's been six months since I've seen you and I've got you all alone to myself." "Great," he beamed, stumped by her choice to spend the night at home with him instead of out dancing, "I'll just get the steaks going then." She had never shown any interest in spending time with him alone before, he thought. But maybe being away at college had changed her somehow. Whatever, it was pleasant to find that his daughter now valued his company. And he wasn't going to rock the boat. "I think I'm going to fix myself a drink, Daddy." she smiled, sauntering over to the bar. "But, of course," he smiled. "Help yourself." "I will," she said. He didn't wait to see what she chose as he hurried out to the grill. Then, in a couple of minutes, she came wandering out onto the patio with two glasses in her hands. "Whiskey and coke okay?" she asked him offering him one of the drinks. "Sure," he said, taking the drink from her. "Here's to a lovely evening," she smiled, clinking her glass against his and then taking a dainty sip of her drink. "Cheers," he said taking a healthy swig off his drink. Time seemed to flow like the fine wine he had bought for dinner as they drank and ate, chatting about this and that and before he knew it, dinner was over, the table was cleared and the dishes were packed away in the dishwasher. "Thank you for a superb dinner," Alana said as she stepped up to him and put her arms around his neck. "I haven't felt this happy in a long, long time." "I'm glad you feel that way," he smiled hugging her and feeling the warm glow of her body against his through the thin layers of their clothing. "But you're making me feel both happy and sad at the same time." "What do you mean?" she asked him disentangling herself from his arms and taking a couple of baby steps back. "Why do you feel sad?" "It's just that I sent my little baby away to college," he said, his eyes filling with tears as he tried to hold them back, "and she comes back home all grown up. I miss my little Baby." "You don't like the grownup me?" she pouted, pushing out her lower lip and looking up at him with her big, brown eyes. "Of course, I do," he laughed softly, reaching out and running his hand down over her softly-sloped shoulder. "But it is just different. I can't explain it. Of, course, I still love you, but you're not my little baby any more. That's all. I don't think daddies ever want to see their little girls grow up to be women..." "I think I understand, but I'll always be your little baby," she said, turning slightly so that his hand brushed against the soft swell of her breast. "Uh, uh, well, uh," he flustered, guiltily jerking his hand back away from her breast as if he had just touched a live wire. Smiling mischievously, she picked up her drink, and took another lady-like sip. "Is my room still the same?" she asked him, turning and stepping toward the stairway leading to the upstairs bedrooms, "or did Mom turn it into a sewing room like she was always threatening to do?" "No, it's the same way you left it. Your mom is never around long enough to turn it into a sewing room. Besides, even if she did, she wouldn't know what to do with it," he laughed as he watched her stroll toward the stairs. "You're probably right about that. I can't picture mom sewing anything," she laughed, crinkling up her nose and smiling at him over her shoulder. "Your Mom is too busy with Real Estate to have time to do any sewing," he sarcastically said, following Alana to the stairs. "I know," Alana said. "You want to see it?" "See what?" Alana snickered, stopping on the bottom step and impishly looking at him. "Uh, see, uh, see your room, of course," he stuttered, stopping several feet from her. "What did you think I meant?" "Oh, I don't know," Alana laughed out loud, seemingly amused at his discomfort as she started up the stairs. Puzzled by his daughter's curious behavior, Howard followed the sway of her youthful, round hips with his eyes as she climbed the stairs. "Aren't you coming?" she wanted to know as she paused on the landing waiting for him. "Uh, sure," he mumbled, clutching the railing as he climbed the stairs. Howard had a strange premonition that Alana was almost luring him down to her bedroom, he thought as he neared the top of the stairs. As if she had something else in mind. Something other than a visit to her old bedroom to reminisce about the old days. Or maybe he was just crazy, he told himself. "I can't believe this," she giggled, taking his hand and tugging him down toward her bedroom. "Just think. Six months ago I was a little high-school girl getting ready to leave for college. And now, now I'm back. I'm back and I've learned so much. I feel so, so grown up." "Well, what have you learned?" he asked her as she pushed the door open and stepped into her room, pulling him with her. "Oh, it's just the same as it was when I left," she softly laughed. "Nothing has changed." "Maybe your room didn't change," he solemnly said, "but you certainly have." "I learned all kinds of things," she bubbled, letting go of his hand and pirouetting around the room like a ballet dancer. "Oh?" he grinned. "Yeah, I learned more than book stuff. I learned just how much I missed you. Daddy, I missed you so much and it made me so home-sick I cried," she said, spinning around, making her short skirt flair out, revealing even more of her long, luscious legs. "Missed me?" he asked. "You never said anything. You never missed me before. And you never let on that you were going to miss me after you left. What happened to change all that?" "It was just so lonely there," she went on finally stopping twirling. "I was lonely and I was afraid to, afraid to have anything to do with boys because, because, well you know." "Know what?" he wanted to know, not sure he was following the drift of her story but he couldn't help but watch her big breasts heaving underneath the thin sweater while she tried to catch her breath. "As pretty as you are, you should have had to fight the boys off." "I, I, well, it was just about like that," she said, plopping down on her bed and dropping her hands back and leaning back on her arms as she talked. "But they were, they were boys. Not a man like, like you. They didn't care about me, really. All they cared about was one thing. It was obvious what they wanted and I didn't want it like that." "What, what do you mean," he gulped, feeling a strange sense of foreboding about the direction of the conversation. What was she trying to tell him? And what did she mean that they weren't like him? He was confused. "They, they didn't care about me," she said again. "All they wanted was one thing. And they didn't care how or where they got it. There wasn't any feeling and I didn't want it that way. Especially, especially for my first time. I wanted it to be special. Can you understand that?" "What? Do you, do you mean, you, you're, you're a, a virgin?" he incredulously asked. "Can't you believe that?" she fussed. "Why can't you believe that I, I'm a virgin?" "I just, just never thought," he stumbled on. "You, you were always so popular and all the guys wanted to date you. I just assumed, oh, I'm sorry. I should've cared enough to find out, I guess." "Oh, it's not your fault," she smiled. "I should have told you. But I was so miserable, I didn't know what to do so I just decided to come home and see you. I knew that I could count on you. You were always there for me when I needed you." "I tried to be," he said, trying to sort through where she was heading. "I know," she smiled softly. "You were always the one I came to when I needed anything. You always had the answer. You were always so wise. And even when you knew I was wrong, you would always be there to comfort me in the end. You were always there to teach me how it should be. To show me the right way." "That's what Dads are for, Dear," he smiled, his heart swelling with pride. "I just hope that I can always be there for you. Wherever and whenever you need me." "That's why I came home to you," she said, her voice so husky and low he could barely hear her. "What? What's wrong? What can I do?" he asked her, confused by the erratic wanderings of her conversation. "I want...I want you...you to be the one," she whispered. "The one? I don't understand. What do you mean?" he asked, growing more confused and fearful with each passing second. "I want you to be the one to, to, well, you know," she weakly smiled. "No, I don't know. I don't understand. You want, want me to be the one, the one to what?" he asked her as alarm bells began to clang inside his head. Could it be? Could she want him to do what he feared? His heart was pounding and his head was spinning as he contemplated the possibility. This was too much to comprehend. He must be wrong. How could he even think such a thing? She could never even consider what he was sickly thinking. It had to be a figment of his own sick, twisted psyche, because she would never allow such a thing. "I want...I want you to be the first...the first one," she said, slowly standing up and turning to face away from him. "I want you to be my first lover." Howard couldn't believe his ears as he watched his daughter standing by her bed with her back to him as she was fussing with the front of her skirt and sweater. Then, suddenly, to his shocked amazement, her skirt went slithering down her long, beautiful legs and puddled around her high heels. What was she doing? This couldn't be happening he told himself as she stood before him naked from the waist down except for a pair of whimsical white panties that barely hid any of her perfect roundness of her exquisite butt from his gawking eyes. "Alana," he gasped, trying to catch his breath as she slowly turned around to look at him. "What are you doing?" he groaned out, but was unable to stop the spasm of electric excitement that fired off down inside his cock. "Didn't you hear me?" she asked him, holding one arm under her beautiful, bare breasts and raising her other arm up to clutch hold of her turbaned hair. The sweater was still buttoned at the collar but was now spread open to reveal her breasts as they lay resting against her arm. "Oh, my, God," he groaned unable to keep his eyes off her softly-quivering breasts. They were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. He couldn't keep from gawking at them like some horny teenager who had never seen tits before. They were stunning. Big, round as saucers, tanned to bronzed perfection, so heavy they sagged down and yet still proudly swelled out in youthful exuberance. They were masterpieces. Remarkable works of art that brought tears to his eyes as he marveled at them. They were treasures of perfection with flawlessly round areolas of delicately pebbled flesh tipping each of the wondrous mountains of flesh. And the hard, little nipples were sticking out in obvious excitement as she let him feast his eyes on her bare breasts. Alana's Visit "I want my first lover to be someone that loves me," she whispered, holding her arm underneath her heavy, pendulous breasts, cupping one of the heavy udders in her hand and lifting it. "Someone who loves me and someone who won't hurt me. You're the only man that I trust to do that, Daddy. I can trust you to be loving and tender. Can't I?" "Oh, Alana, I, I would, I would, Darling, but I can't," he muttered, finally able to tear his eyes off her breasts but couldn't keep them from running down over the perfection of her nubile, young body. As his eyes flitted across her flat tummy, her sexy, little belly button accusingly stared back at him, seemingly like it was trying to remind him who she was. And to point out that they had no right to do what she wanted, no matter how much he wished it could be possible. Ignoring its warning, he explored the forbidden sanctity of the down-covered secret hidden underneath the sheer, white whimsy of her sexy panties. "But I want you, I want you to be the one, Daddy," she murmured giving him the look she had always used on him to get her way back when she was just a child. "I could never do that to you, Alana," he wept, tears running down his cheeks. "I have no right to do that. You have no right to ask me to sacrifice our love that way. I'm your father. You can't ask me to break the sacred covenant we share as a father and daughter. It would be so, so wrong." "But, but I want the first time to be loving and soft and gentle and tender," she implored holding one arm above her head and digging her hand down into the soft swirl of her brown hair. "I can't expect to have it that way with anyone else. Not with anyone else, but you. You, because you love me as much as I love you. And you would never do anything to hurt me." "But, Alana, you'll find someone," he futilely complained. "Believe me, some guy will come along and you'll fall head over heels in love with him and it will be that way. The way you want it to be." Her long, brown hair suddenly came tumbling down like a mahogany waterfall as she openly returned his look. To him, she was the most exquisite creature on the face of the earth, but what she was asking of him was so depraved and perverted, it could only bring them both to the brink of madness. "But, I don't want a boy, Daddy," she declared. "I want a man. I want you, Daddy." "Oh, God, Alana," he groaned, feeling an evil sensation of desire fire off inside his cock as it rapidly began to swell and grow inside his pants. "We, we couldn't. It would be so, so wrong." "Just once," she murmured. "We could do it just once and I would know what, what real love was supposed to be like. Why can't we do it just this one time? Do this for me just this one time and I'll never ask you again. I promise." "It's not natural," he croaked, "not normal for a man to make love to his own daughter. It's against everything good and right. It's against the laws of nature. It's against everything..." "No one else will ever know," she moaned, turning and crawling up on her bed. "Just you and me. It can be our secret. Our secret of our love for each other." He watched on in horror as she stood on her hands and knees with her exquisite tits slowly swinging from side to side underneath her, gently bumping against each other as he openly gawked at them. As he did she gave him a sultry, sweltering look that made his knees weak. He could feel the strength flowing out of his body as he fought to keep his knees from crumpling. No matter how fervently he professed his own morality, he couldn't keep his eyes off her gorgeous breasts as they peeked out from underneath her arms. She had such a beautiful body. If she were any other girl, any other woman but his own daughter, he would kill to make love to her, but she was his own flesh and blood. His own daughter. The seed of his loin. How could he do such a thing to a precious child like her? How could he desecrate such a beautiful and delicate chalice? He could feel his manhood rebelling against his professed morality as it unfurled inside his shorts. It was already painfully swollen and throbbing with impatience as he fought against its evil power. But he could feel his own self-control waning as he stared at his daughter. She was so beautiful. He knew that he could only hold off the wicked craving inside of him for so long before it overwhelmed him and made him do this horrible thing she wanted. "Please. Please, Daddy," she begged him ripping off her sweater and tossing it on the floor. "Daddy, I'm begging you. Please make love to me just this one time." "But, Alana, we, we can't," he whined feeling the last vestiges of control slipping from his grip as she leaned forward toward him openly flaunting the wonder of her gorgeous breasts. As they stared into each other's eyes, he saw her eyes slowly drift downward. Down to the painfully obvious lump sticking out in the front of his pants. "I can tell that you want me," she said, gazing at the conspicuous bulge of his cock that was jutting out against the thin material of his pants. "You want me as bad as I want you. I can tell. I can see that your thing is hard and ready. It's hard and ready for you to make love to me. Please. Please, make love to me with it." The sheer wickedness of her words stunned him. They were so depraved. But it worked, pushing him over the edge. Now he had to have her. Nothing could stop him now. He would have her. Make love to her and gratify the need she felt between her legs. He would fuck her like she would never be fucked again. He would ruin her for any other man. He would make wild, passionate love to her all night and all day until he had nothing left to give her. Intuitively, she seemed to sense his surrender as a jubilant smile lit up her face. "Yes," she hissed as she reached out for him. "Yes. I want you so much." "You know we'll both go to hell for this," he groaned, ripping at his shirt, popping buttons and tearing material as he tore it off. "It will be worth it," she cooed, watching him flounder about trying to get his clothes off. "It will be worth an eternity in hell to feel your cock inside me." "Oh, God," he whined as he was finally able to disentangle himself from his pants and kick them across the room. "Oh, Daddy," she gurgled, seemingly surprised as his nine-inch prick, ripe and ready to do battle sprang out into the open. "Oh, Daddy, it's so big." "We can stop right now," he grunted, kicking his shoes off and fumbling to shuck his socks off. "We don't have to do this." "But I want to," she soulfully whimpered. "I want you to make love to me. I just didn't know, think, think that it would be so big." "I don't want to hurt you, Baby," he muttered, standing back up with his evil malevolence jutting out in front of him. He was completely naked now and the only thing standing between him as the precious treasure awaiting him between Alana's long, beautiful legs were her whimsical, white panties. Awkwardly, he just stood there staring down at her as his giant prick jutted out, spitefully twitching up and down with every beat of his evil heart. "If it's too big," he said softly, "we don't have to do it. We, we can do other things. We don't have to do that part of it." "But, I want to. I want you to, to make love to me," she complained, slowly rolling over onto her back and digging her thumbs under the stretchy waistband of her tiny, white panties. Lifting her legs, bending them at the knees, she quickly pushed the panties down and off. Then with a soft giggle, she tossed them at him and slowly spread her long, lovely legs apart. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your big, beautiful cock," she cooed. Leaning down, Howard swept Alana's panties up off the floor and lifted them to his nose. Sniffing them, he could smell her need permeating the thin material. "God on high—" Howard gasped as he stared down at the slowly-unfurling beauty of the forbidden secrecy that lay between her legs. "That is why," she said softly, reaching down and gently fingering the delicate, pink-petaled flower open, "why I wanted it to be you, Daddy. I know you will be gentle with me." "Oh, my beautiful Alana," he wept, stumbling toward the bed where she lay waiting for him. "Oh, Daddy," she gushed, reaching for him as he crawled onto the bed. His cock was so hard, he felt like its head would split open at any second. It had never been this hard. He couldn't believe what was happening. It had to be a dream. Or was it a nightmare, he asked himself? A nightmare and he would wake up any second. Wake up before he could consummate the incestuous union with his daughter. His heart was pounding, his head was spinning and his whole body was quivering with evil expectation as he floundered up between his daughter's beautiful, outstretched legs. Standing on his hands and knees above her, he was in a daze of disbelief as he stared down at her with wicked anticipation. She was a sorceress. A gorgeous, seductive sorceress spinning her evil spell on him. A spell that would doom both of them to eternity in everlasting hell. But there was no turning back now. He had to feel his cock inside of her. Inside of the burning secret that lay between her beautiful legs. "Daddy," she whimpered, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes filled with love, the beginnings of tears and just a hint of fear. "Yes, yes, what, Dear?" he breathlessly asked as he readied himself to mount her. "Can I, can I touch, can I touch it first?" she whispered, running her hand down his stomach to where the impatient monster ticked up and down excitedly. "Can I touch it and kiss, kiss it first?" "Oh, Alana," he groaned as his cock lurched up and down wildly. "Oh, Alana, you, you want to, to do, do that now?" "Yes, yes, Daddy," she gurgled, wrapping her hot, little hand around his massive cock and gently tugging on it. "I want to, I want to touch it and kiss it and, and suck it. I want to taste it with my mouth, before, before I feel it in my, my pussy." "Sweet Jesus," he growled, straddling her and slowly crawling up until his monstrous prick bobbed up and down just above her soft, red lips. "Daddy, Daddy, it's so, so big, big and beautiful," she cooed as she stared up at the gigantic slab of rock-hard cock wickedly dancing above her face. Howard felt like his heart was going to explode any second as he watched on in stunned silence as she flicked out her soft, pink tongue and slowly ran it up the entire length of his swollen prick. His cock felt like it was about to burst as he felt the soft tickle of her tongue skimming over the sensitive skin, lapping its way up and down the veined shaft. Being tongue-whipped by any woman was a delightful experience, but when the woman was his dear, beloved daughter, it was ecstasy. It was all he could do to hold back the torrent of sperm-rich cum that was bubbling inside his balls as he watched his daughter's tongue flitting around his cock and balls. "Alana! Oh My Beautiful, Alana," he blabbered out as she lovingly licked her way back up to the soft underside of the giant, bulbous head of his throbbing cock. "Daddy, I love you so much," she whispered to him gently blowing her hot breath over the spit-coated skin of his cock. Howard struggled to control his passion as Alana flicked her hot, probing tongue back and forth on the delicate juncture of skin where the shaft of his cock joined its flaring head. The anticipation of feeling her hot lips encircling his cock was making him crazy with impatience as he eagerly waited for her to take him into her mouth. His daughter. His Dear, Sweet Alana was about to suck his cock into her mouth. To take him into her mouth, wrap her beautiful lips around his manhood and suck on it. Alana was about to suck his cock. His cum was already bubbling and foaming inside his balls. Straining, he fought to hold it back as long as he could. Hold it back until his cock was in her mouth. He couldn't waste it. Waste it and shoot it out on her beautiful face. He had to wait until she was sucking on it so she could suck the cum out and swallow it. Sweet Alana swallowing his cum. "You want me, me to suck on it?" she innocently asked him and then lovingly ran her hot, little tongue completely around the swollen hardness of his cock-head. "Oh, God, Yes," he hissed, pulling his hips back and gently poking his cock-head down against her soft, full lips. "You want me to suck on it, Daddy?" she teased, jabbing at his cock with the tip of her tongue. "You want me to suck on it and make you cum in my mouth?" "Alana, you're driving me crazy," he helplessly whimpered as she cupped his big balls in her hands. "You want me to suck on your cock until your cum shoots out...and then swallow it?" she murmured, flicking her tongue back and forth across the cleft below his cock-head as she lovingly fondled his balls. "Alana. Alana, don't tease me anymore," he groveled. "You're, you're making me so hot, I can't hold it back." "You want to swallow the same cum you made me with?" she moaned. "Swallow your hot, thick, sweet cream?" As the last word crossed her lips, she jerked his cock down and hungrily sucked the big, hard plum into her hot, sucking mouth. The instant her lips encircled his bloated prick, it felt like a dagger had been shoved up his ass and into his balls as a gigantic spume of superheated semen shot down through his cock and spurted out into his daughter's ravenous mouth. "OHGODALANA," he croaked out as she greedily sucked and pulled on his erupting cock. It felt like a whole gallon of hot, burning cum had shot through his cock in the first titanic eruption, but she took it all without a whimper. Jolts of exquisite pleasure poured through his spewing cock as he watched his daughter's throat working to swallow the massive load of cum that filled her mouth almost to the point of overflowing. Then another monster blast of pleasure tore through his cock as it bucked and sent a second gusher of overheated cum spurting out into her mouth. She didn't flinch or hesitate as she continued to suck and pull on his cock while she devoured the second helping of his cum with the same eagerness she had shown when she had the consumed the first monstrous load. Howard closed his eyes and reveled in the ecstasy of it all as his daughter's lips coaxed and pulled on his cock, urging it to disgorge more and more of the load of thick, potent man-cream into her mouth. He had never felt such power and strength as his mighty weapon fired and fired, bombarding his daughter's virgin mouth and tongue with its malignant barrage. It seemed to go on forever, but at last he could fire no more. She had taken all he had to give. Emptied his balls of their creamy treasure... After his cock had finally stopped firing, Alana gave one final suck on its meaty shaft and let it slowly slither out of her mouth. "God, Daddy, I love it," she cooed, giving the big, purple head of his cock a soft, loving kiss. "Alana, My, Dear, Alana," he groaned. "You taste so good," she murmured, lovingly kissing and nuzzling his cock. Floating in the soft afterglow of his eruption, Howard slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his daughter lying underneath him. As he did, he was amazed to find that his cock was still hard and ready. This had never happened to him before. Never in his twenty years with Donna had he stayed hard after coming. Now here he was in his forties, over the hill sexually, and his daughter made him feel like he could keep it up all night long. "Daddy, I thought..." Alana questioned, fingering his hard cock. "Shhhhhh..." he shushed her, slowly wriggling back down until he was nestled down between her legs. "But, Daddy," she said softly, "I, I thought that, that a man was supposed to get soft after he, uh, you finished." "Yes," he grinned, looking like the horny schoolboy he felt like, "but sometimes when a man feels so good, it, it just stays hard. Stays hard so he can keep doing it. But it only happens when the woman he is with is special. Very, very special. Like you." "Oh, Daddy," she giddily muttered, reaching down and fondling his big, hard cock. "It's never happened to me before," he seriously told her, staring down into the liquid chocolate of her eyes. "Never before, not even with your mother." "Oh, Daddy," she gurgled, roughly squeezing his cock. "Put it in me, Daddy. I want you to put it in me." "You know that it's going to hurt," he said to her, running his hand down to the soft, yielding flesh of her pussy. "I know," she whispered, "but the books say only for a little bit." "Usually," he said, dipping his finger down into the meaty fold only to find it blocked by a barrier of tissue. "But I'm going to use some of your mother's stuff to make it better, okay?" Not telling his daughter that he was going to use the same lubricant that Donna had used on her ass the only time she had ever let him fuck her there, Howard reached over and opened the drawer of the nightstand. Digging around inside, he quickly found the tube of Lubricaine. "What is it, Daddy?" Alana asked, watching him unscrew the cap on the tube. "It is just a lubricant with some Novocain in it," he smiled, "like the stuff the dentist uses." "Oh," she said. "Why does Mother use it? Does it hurt her when you do it to her?" "Uh, no, uh, well, uh, sometimes," he stammered, squeezing out a dollop of the clear gel onto his finger. "It won't hurt too much, will it?" she asked him. "I don't know. But this should help it not hurt as much," he smiled, struggling up to his knees between her long, lovely legs. "But if it does, we'll stop right then. Okay?" "Okay, Daddy," she nervously smiled as she watched him reach down toward her exposed womanhood. "It might feel cold," he warned her, gently forcing her legs wider apart. "That's okay, Daddy," she whispered. He still couldn't believe the delicate beauty that was spread open before him. Like a beautiful, precious rose, her soft, pink pussy lay completely vulnerable. He had never seen anything so delightfully exquisite. Such splendor. The soft, meaty folds of her vagina looked so exposed and defenseless, it seemed a crime to violate the secret they guarded. And it was a crime. A crime against man, woman, and nature. But she wanted him to deflower her. Deflower her and introduce her to the delights of earthly pleasure. How could he refuse such a request? Ever so gently, he lovingly spread the glistening lubricant around the soft, yielding flesh of her vagina until it shimmered in the soft light. A stab of shame and guilt shot through him as he anticipated the horrible act he was about to perform. How could he defile the very thing he had created? How could he do this to his own daughter? The same daughter he had protected and raised? Now he was about to violate her in the most despicable manner possible. "Are you sure?" he asked her, spreading the remaining gel around the swollen head of his cock before he wiped his fingers off on the bedspread. "Are you sure you want to go on?" "Yes, Daddy," she tremulously smiled up at him. "Why me," he asked out loud, not to anyone in particular, but to vent the frustration of being her father and creating this heinous crime on her. "But Daddy, I want you to," she whimpered, reaching down between them and taking hold of his big, bobbing cock with both hands. "I want you to fuck me with your big, beautiful cock." "Oh, My, Alana," he groaned, slowly easing his hips forward as she fitted the tip of the purple-headed monster into the soft, slippery furrow of his daughter's youthful pussy. Then, resting most of his weight on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around her big, soft tits, roughly squeezing and kneading them as he found her hard, stiff nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Teasing and tormenting the delicate, little paps, he slowly began to lean forward, gradually adding more and more pressure against the formidable barrier blocking the tight, hot channel of his daughter's pussy. Alana's Visit "Oh, oh, Daddy, it stings," she whimpered, trying not to back away from his insistent urgency. "I'm sorry," he groaned, easing off for a moment. "Do you want me to stop?" "No. No, don't stop," she wept, "Put it inside me. Push harder and make it go in." "I'm trying," he grunted, pushing even harder. The dam of flesh blocking her pussy seemed impregnable, he thought as he strained to puncture it with his giant prick. How long could it last, he wondered as he thrust his cock down against the impervious membrane of tissue? Alana cringed against the onslaught of his enormous cock, but she didn't retreat as he pushed harder and harder. Suddenly, it gave way and his monstrous cock skewed down inside the bloody channel of her cunt until half of its nine inches was buried down inside of her. "Ouuucccchhhhh," she screeched as his cock bit into her virgin cunt and tore the defiant hymen in two. "It hurts. Daddy, it hurts." "I know, Baby," he helplessly muttered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He didn't move for the longest time as he lay atop of her with half of his monstrous cock shoved down into her pussy. Softly, he kissed her face, her lips, her tear-stained cheeks. Spreading soft, little butterfly kisses all over her beautiful face, he tried to comfort her until the pain passed. "Oh, Daddy," she murmured, as Howard felt her tentatively squeeze down onto his cock with her pussy. "It doesn't hurt as bad now." "Good," he smiled, giving her a hard, long kiss on her soft, compliant lips. As he kissed her, he felt her ease her hot, little tongue into his mouth. Returning the passion, he quickly forced his tongue into her mouth. French-kissing her deep and hard with his tongue, he ever so gently began to push more and more of his giant prick down into the tight-clenching depths of her virgin cunt. "OH, Daddy, oh, Daddy, it's so, so big," she gushed, timidly milking his cock with her puerile cunt muscles. "Want me to stop?" he grunted, slowing his prick's inexorable slide down into her virginity. "NO, NO, Fuck me," she gasped, running her hands up onto his butt and digging her long, red fingernails into his skin. Reveling in the feel of his daughter's hot, sucking pussy wrapped around his oversized penis, he grunted and shoved the rest of it down into the virgin depths of her cunt. "Oh, Fucking, God," he groaned as his belly slapped down onto hers signaling the end of its very first journey down into the until-now unsullied core of her womanhood. "Oh, Oh, Daddy," she gurgled, lifting her legs up and wrapping her thighs around his waist. "I love it. I love to feel your giant cock inside my pussy." "Me, too," he grunted, slowly easing the huge cylinder of meat out of the slippery channel of her cunt. Guiltily looking down at his cock as it slithered out of her, he could see that the cunt-juice that coated it was tinged with blood, but nothing like what he had expected as his daughter was the very first virgin he had ever deflowered. "Am I, am I bleeding?" she asked him trying to look down between them to see his cock. "Barely at all," he told her, quickly pushing his cock back into the suffocating tightness of her hot, clinging cunt. "Good," she said as she started to work her hips back and forth, sliding her cunt up and down on him as he began to fuck her with deep, powerful strokes. "Oh, my, God, Daddy," she panted as she feverishly milked his pistoning cock with her pussy. "It feels so good. I love it. You fuck so good. I can't believe it. Can this really be happening?" "I hope so," he groaned pounding his cock into her tight, hungry pussy with a vengeance. "It, uh, has, uh, to, uh, be, uh, happening, uh, it, uh, has, uh, to, uh, be." "I knew, unh, it would, unh, be good," she huffed, "but, unh, not this, unh, fucking, unh, good." Still squeezing and tormenting her beautiful tits with his busy hands, he rocked his hips back and forth furiously as he reamed the hot, clutching core of her pussy. He could feel the sharp heels of her high heels digging into his butt every time he jerked back to drive back down into the fiery depths of her greedy pussy. He couldn't believe it but she was taking all of his huge cock without hesitancy. Working her hands and legs on him, she was expertly riding him toward the finish. "Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy," she murmured as she franticly spurred him on, "I can feel it coming." Increasing the tempo, he excitedly hammered his cock into her as he felt her body begin to tense and strain back against his maddening attack. He could tell that she was almost there." "YES, YES, YES," she hissed, scratching and clawing at him as her whole body began to tremble and quiver. "Ohgodohgodohgodddd." His daughter was coming. He was making his dear, sweet Alana come. The thought of bringing his daughter to fulfillment sent shivers of perverse delight up and down his spine as he continued to ram his overripe cock down into the convulsing core of his daughter's wondrous cunt. Totally wicked, he knew, but he had never felt anything so utterly indulgent in his whole life. It was just him and his miraculous creation doing a thing so utterly moving it almost brought him to tears, and at the same time made him want to get down on his knees and pray for forgiveness. But he knew that there was no forgiveness for the heinous crime he was committing. It was unforgivable, this despicable act of defilement he was visiting upon his beautiful daughter. Alana had her head thrown back and her eyes clenched shut as her orgasm wracked her sending wave after wave of indescribable pleasure sparking through her body. And he loved the feel of her satiny cunt clutching down on his cock every time another spasm of pleasure clutched through the astonishing vessel. He had given her, her first taste of the illicit delight of incestuous pleasure as he groveled. Wallowing in the exquisite bond they had forged, he strained to hold back the torrent of foaming cream that bubbled and frothed inside his aching testicles. He wanted his sweet Alana to luxuriate in the ecstasy of her first time alone. He wanted her to feel the rapture from beginning to end without him intruding on the moment. He had to wait until she was done before he unleashed the seething malignancy boiling down inside his balls. Finally, he felt the energy and strength begin to flow out of her body as it began to soften and melt back down onto the bed. She had faced her first immersion into the flames of incestuous communion and now basked in the sinful afterglow. A faint smile flickered across her lips as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. He had never seen such a look of total joy as love seemed to be flowing up from her eyes to his. He couldn't wait any longer. All the passion and fury of the wicked moment suddenly overcame him and he felt his cock explode inside the velvet-lined chamber of his daughter's glorious cunt. As it did, his giant cock flooded the vestal chamber with his wicked venom. "Daddy, Daddy, I can feel it," she squeaked out as his cock bucked again and shot out another gargantuan gob of thick, sperm-filled semen into her cum-filled cunt. "It's so hot. It feels like it's burning me." "Sorry, sorry, can't stop," he groaned, shoving his cock even deeper into the soft, caressing heat of her cunt. Holding his jerking, spitting cock buried as deep inside her tightly-clinched cunt as he could, he delighted in each and every fiery ejaculation that sparked though his enormous prick. It felt like the head of his monster cock had been blown off in the first fiery explosion and now the very essence of his being was pouring out in a continuous stream into the hot, sucking hole between his precious daughter's legs. "No, no, Daddy," she whimpered, "Don't be sorry..." Her words sent another wave of perverse gloating through his lost soul. This was a feeling he'd never felt before. He hated himself for what he was doing to her. What he was doing to his dear, sweet Alana. But he would suffer a thousand deaths to savor this one, brief instance of ecstasy with her. He had never felt so close and intimate with anyone like this before. Not even with his wife, Donna. But now what, he feverishly wondered as he felt the last blistering gush of his cum shoot through his cock? "Oh, God," he gasped trying to catch his breath as he stared down at his daughter. "That was so, so beautiful. I can't believe it." "Me, either," she swooned. "You and me, us, doing it. It was wonderful." Grunting, he begrudgingly backed his shriveling manhood out of the cum-soaked channel of his daughter's cunt and rolled off her. He was still in a daze from the suddenness of the incredulous event that had just occurred. His daughter was no longer a virgin and it was because of him. He had just deflowered her and sanctified their wicked union by baptizing her wondrous cunt with his own blasphemous semen. Lying on his back beside his defiled daughter, Howard fought to catch his breath as the room swam around him. "Daddy," she murmured, slowly running her hand down to his shrunken manhood and delicately fingering it, "I lied." "What? What do you mean?" he grunted, raising himself up onto one elbow and looking over at her. "About what?" "When I said that if we did it one time, I wouldn't ever ask you again," she softly said, tenderly wrapping her hot, little hand around his still swollen cock. "I lied because I want to do it again and again. I want to do it with you all week long. Do it over and over until I have to go back to college. That's why I came up here now. You said Mom would be gone for a week and Jeff was away at camp for another week. That's why I came up here. I've been dreaming of this for months and months. Can you forgive me for lying to you like that?" Grinning foolishly, Howard felt a quiver of excitement tickle through his cock as she gently played with it. "At the moment," he complained, "I could forgive you of anything in the world. And I would be lying if I said I would make you honor your promise because I want to do it too." "Goodie," she giggled. "But, doesn't it hurt?" he asked her, running his finger around a jutting nipple. "Just a little," she smiled back. "Nothing like what I expected." "Do you want me to put some more Lubricaine on it?" he asked her, reaching for the ointment. "No, it doesn't hurt that much," she told him. Staring down at the delightful treasure spread open between his daughter's legs, he felt a perverse tingle of pride and shame as he saw that a stream of his blood-tainted cum slowly trickling out of the delicate opening. Her down-covered pussy was beautiful. So delicate and dainty. Unlike her mother's big, fleshy gash, Alana's pussy was a fragile, tiny slit of glistening pink. Howard was still amazed that the petite cleft of soft, smooth flesh could consume his nine-inch monster. "Maybe, if I rub this," Howard murmured, as his finger found the round protrusion of her clitoris, "It'll make it stop hurting." "Mmmmmmm..." Alana softly murmured. "Just lay back and relax," he told her gently fingering the squiggly, little nub. "There's no need to rush, we have all week to enjoy each other." With a father's loving touch, he gently and lovingly caressed and fondled the soft folds of flesh surrounding his daughter's beautiful pussy as she slowly relented and melted down into the bed sheets. He loved the soft, smooth feel of her delicate skin on his finger as he gently babied her pussy. After a while, he saw that she was asleep. As she slept, she made a delicate, feminine sound that tugged at his heartstrings. His little baby was sleeping. Smiling, he quietly sat up. Sitting on the side of the bed watching her sleep, he had never felt such love for another human being. He loved her so much, he would do anything for her. And he had proved it today. He had given up his soul for her...but he didn't regret it. If anything, he would do it over again a million times if she asked him to. He would gladly burn in hell for her. Rising quietly, he gently lifted the sheets up over her and lovingly tucked her in just as he had so many times when she was just a child. Now, that would never happen again. They had stepped over the line. No longer could they share that innocent sweetness and be just father and daughter. Now they were lovers, too. Wishing that he could slip under the covers and spend the night sleeping next to her, Howard reluctantly stepped back away from her bed. Not wanting to risk being caught by Donna or Jeff unexpectedly returning home, he trudged down to his room and slipped into bed. Drained of more than bodily fluids, Howard had barely closed his eyes before he was asleep. ~~~ Waking, he had a strange feeling of dread. Something was wrong. There was a nagging memory of something disastrous that had happened last night. Fuzzyheaded, he tried to sort through the previous evening. Alana had come home from college and they had, had dinner and then... It came to him with the subtlety of an oncoming freight train and he was standing in the middle of the tracks. He had fucked his daughter! Not only had he fucked her, but she had sucked his cock. Sucked his cock and let him come in her mouth. Oh, God, he groaned. It had to be a bad dream. He couldn't have actually done such a thing. Christ, let it be a dream, he groaned to himself crawling out from under the covers. He couldn't have done anything so horrid, could he? Fumbling over to his robe, he quickly threw it on and reeled out the door. Careening down the hallway, he felt like he was going to be sick. What if it was real? How could he face his dear, sweet Alana? Stumbling up to her door, he breathlessly reached down and fearfully turned the doorknob. As quietly as he could, he pushed the door open and peered inside. Her bed was empty. She was gone. Glancing around the room, he didn't see her, but lying on the floor by her bed were her clothes. Knit sweater, skirt, and panties. Just as he remembered, he grunted to himself. No bra. Just then, he heard the water running in her bathroom. Striding over to her bed, he quickly threw back the covers and stared down at the bed sheets. OH, God, he cursed when he saw the telltale bloodstains staring back at him. So it was true. He had fucked her. Taken her cherry. Defiled her in the most despicable way a man could defile a woman, and she was his daughter. Dropping down to the bed, he sat there all alone with his head in his hands trying to figure out what to do. How could he face her after what he had done? "Daddy. Daddy, is that you?" he suddenly heard her call out from her bathroom. "Uh, yes, uh, yes, Dear, it's me," he stuttered wondering what she would do. "Daddy, would you come in and wash my back for me?" she softly asked. "Huh, uh, you mean, uh, you want me to?" he stammered, shocked that she would still speak to him after what had happened. But maybe it had been just as he remembered it. Maybe she wasn't mad at him. Maybe she still wanted to go through with what he remembered. Maybe she did want to spend the rest of the week fucking him. He couldn't believe it. "Well, are you going to come in here," she hollered, "or am I going to have to come out and drag you in here?" "Uh, I, I'll be right there," he mumbled, standing up and lurching over to the door of her bathroom. Stepping up to the door, he peered inside. There she stood. As naked as the day she had been born, but God what a difference, he thought as he lewdly gawked at her nakedness. She was so fucking gorgeous. Leaning back against the shimmering tile, she looked at him with the same look she had used on him when she was a child. The same look that had always turned him to putty in her hands when she was growing up. "Daddy," she fumed, "why are you wearing your robe?" "I, uh, I didn't, didn't know what to expect," he grumbled as his cock readily began to respond to the ravishing vista of exquisite flesh on display before him. "Oh, did you think that last night was just a dream?" she laughed running the big, foamy sponge down over her mountainous tits. "I didn't know," he muttered, "I, I was just a little fuzzyheaded when I woke up this morning. I didn't remember if it was a dream or real. Too much whiskey, maybe." "Or maybe," she laughed squeezing the sponge and letting the bubbly water course down over her magnificent breasts, "maybe too much sex." "Could be," he muddled, watching the water trickle down over her delightful body, "could be." "Well, are you going to just stand there gawking at me," she naughtily laughed, "or are you going to take your robe off and wash my back?" "Uh, I, uh," he muttered, staring longingly at her as he slowly reached down and untied the belt of his robe. "It's just so different having a woman around who likes sex, I don't know how to act anymore." Well, you'd better get used to it," she softly giggled, her eyes expectantly dropping down to his still covered crotch, "because I'm going to be ready for you all week long." "I can't wait," he smiled, peeling his robe back to reveal his hard, throbbing manhood. "Ohhh," she cooed, "it's even bigger than I remember. It's beautiful." Howard blushed shyly looking down at his rock-hard cock as it curved upward, fully erect and ready. "It's so hard," she said, "it looks like it hurts." "Almost," he grunted shuffling over to the shower where she stood waiting for him. "Here," she said, reaching out to hand him the sopping sponge. As she did, Howard looked up at all the toys that rimmed the top of the shower. They had kept all the kids toys as they had grown older. And there was her favorite little rubber duckie. Reaching up, he plucked the duck off the top of the shower. "Here. It was always your favorite," he snickered trying to hand it to her, but she brushed his hand aside and grabbed hold of his big, jutting cock. "You can keep it, Daddy," she giggled, squeezing his cock. "I've got a new favorite now." This is crazy, he thought to himself as he reached up and put the duck back. Then she slowly turned and presented her slippery, smooth back to him. The scene was so incongruous it almost made him laugh out loud. Alana, now a maturing young woman standing in the shower naked, her body fully developed and ripe. Entirely different than when she had played with her little duck. A spark of guilt fired off in his heart as he recalled the many times he had bathed her when she was a little child. And every time, she would ask him to play with her little, yellow duck. "Ducky, ducky, Daddy, make it swim," she would say and he would grab it and wiggle in through the water toward her until she would grab it and hold it to her chest. "Ducky, ducky, Daddy, make it swim," he heard her say as she smiled at him. "You still remember?" he grinned back at her. "Of course," she giggled, leaning back and letting him run the soapy sponge over her bubble-covered back. "How could I forget having my Daddy give me a bath?" "You couldn't hold it against your chest now or you'd lose it down between these things," he grinned reaching around her cupping one of her big, heavy breasts. "You're silly, Daddy," she snickered, leaning back and rubbing her soft, cushy butt against this rock-hard cock. Dropping the sponge, he reached around her grabbed hold of both of her wondrous, dangling breasts and began to knead and squeeze them. "Oh, that feels so good, Daddy," she said as her nipples immediately hardened under his hands. Then he felt her slowly turning in his arms. Her warm, water-slickened skin brushed against his as she turned until she was facing him. Now his empty hands were brushing against her back as they stood staring deep into each other's eyes.