4 comments/ 40220 views/ 38 favorites Daddy's Special Kiss By: chanelashby She blamed the dream but that was an excuse, she knew deep down, something to make it more palatable. Lily had known all along that her thoughts about the man were wrong and what she was doing right now was inexcusable. If her mother only knew, she would look at her with that icy glare, one thin eyebrow raised up, almost to the center of her forehead as she stabbed at the air with her index finger. Lily's mother had been dead for almost two years and she still could picture the woman's face, pale and unlined, dark circles under her eyes as she pronounced Lily's sentence, "I'll pray for you Lily, I'll pray that God will speak to you and keep you from the fate that you deserve. You know you're going to hell, young lady." Of course, Beverly could say whatever she wanted to because it had been her suggestion that Lily replace her that had started the whole thing. Lily exhaled sharply and shook her head, trying to rid her imagination of the face that incessantly haunted her dreams. Along with the other dream that she longed to continue and yet, somehow, for some awful reason, the conclusion always eluded her. In the dream she had just gotten out of the bathtub and for reasons that she never understood, there was no towel and there was no thought to dry herself off. There was the long, white flannel nightgown that she remembered so well from her childhood and oddly, it still fit. It came up to her neck and the row of tiny buttons from neck to crotch needed to be fastened, the bottom ruffle touched her ankles and Lily liked the feel of the familiar fabric. It was a cozy caress and covered her from head to toe, and yet, her naked, wetness soaked through the material and clearly outlined her bare body. In the dream, she walked down the hallway, heading for her room and her father appeared from the shadows, his dark eyes glistened with something that unnerved her as he made his way to her, hands out, mouth open just a bit and he was close enough that his hot breath touched Lily's neck when he spoke. "What are you doing to me, Lily?" he asked, his fingers trembling as he touched her shoulders. "Why are you dressed like that?" he groaned, there was a catch in his voice, he stopped himself for a moment but Lily insisted. Closing the gap between them, her damp body melted into his, the nightgown was soaked all the way through now and completely transparent. Her soft, supple young breasts were pressed against her father's chest, the feel of his shirt grazing against her skin was setting off a warmth inside her. "What do you mean, Daddy?" she whispered on her father's neck, knowing suddenly that she had done it all on purpose, she was so naked and it was just for him. Lily could feel it. He was trembling as he tried to push her away. No one would ever say that he hadn't fought it as hard as he could, but her father was just a man and Lily had always known that he'd kept his lustful need for her tucked away in the dark recesses of his mind. Her father had reached the limit of his self-control and as soon as he had regained the gap between their bodies, he could see her full, round breasts and he seemed to break down when he cupped them, one in each hand, overflowing his fingers, the wet nightgown provided no protection anymore. Lily's ripe, pink nipples stood at attention immediately for him. It was almost as if they knew, as if every inch of her body knew that this was it, the man that had always crinkled along every nerve, the man that had given her sopping, wet panties more times than she could count. It was finally time to let him explore his little girl's body and give in to him completely. "You know what I mean, Lily," his voice was husky, he panted as the tips of his fingers painted two, slow circles around his daughter's buds. "This is wrong," he was in anguish but that wasn't stopping him from fondling Lily's puckered flesh into a fluttering, stony point, first one nipple and then the other. "I'm your father for god's sake," he set his teeth and clenched his jaw and the hands, which were like two, steel traps, slipped from Lily's aching breasts to the ruffled collar of her nightgown. She shuddered, her knees were weak and between her thighs was slippery with the liquid that his touch always left behind. She was about to put up her hands, to pray to him, to beg, no matter what the consequences were, she was ready to face them and he'd made her wait for so long. It had seemed like an eternity and one more night was unbearable. He was going to send her away, the fingers on the collar were going to turn her around and send her to her room. Her father bit his bottom lip so hard that Lily thought that tomorrow there would be two lines and a bit of blood as a reminder. His hands clenched and the nightgown was torn in two, ripping it from his little girl's body, it hung from her shoulders, falling to the floor, revealing Lily's nakedness without any barrier as the man dropped to his knees. He whispered her name, it was the same harsh whisper that she had heard before, "Lily, my little girl." His hands were out once more but his fingers were tender on her hips, pressing her succulent body up against the wall that was behind her, her father knew that her legs were shaking and what was about to occur would make her even less steady on her feet. He paused, looking up at her face one last time, to take in the sight of her before he plucked his daughter's innocence. "Lily, my love," his hot breath rolled over her bare, lower lips, massaging her, opening her, moving into and over her virgin flesh and Lily couldn't help but sigh. Even this, just his breath on her naked body was almost too much, a gush of her pent-up need escaped from her tiny opening and dripped down her leg, what would happen once he touched her? "Daddy's going to give you his special kiss," his eyes dropped back down to her drenched crevice and she wondered if he were still speaking to her when he murmured, her father's mouth almost touching her splayed lips as he added, "I can't help myself now." The tip of his tongue was there at the hot place where her lips met, her clitoris was so erect, so engorged, so full and Lily knew that she was on the verge of a climax just watching. The tiniest touch and she would burst, the dam would be broken and she could almost see herself cumming in hard, pounding waves that made her quake with her need. Finally, her father was taking what had always belonged to him. That was when she woke up. Lily had tried everything, she had forced her eyes closed and waited, ready to scream in frustration. She had gotten up and made herself a glass of warm milk, she had read for a while, wandered around in the dark downstairs until her eyes got heavy. Twice she had fallen asleep on the couch and had woken up in a panic, not remembering where she was. Nothing helped and the desperation was building up inside, it was almost overwhelming and so far, not even masturbation could satisfy the cloying need that Lily had. It didn't stop her from masturbating though, in fact, she was about to indulge once more. It had become a necessity and the new toy that she had bought with her filthy, forbidden craving in mind, felt like a tongue that flicked along all of her wet, needy places. The places where she most wanted her father's special kiss, Lily reached for the drawer of her nightstand and opened it as she pushed her nightgown up to her belly. She didn't wear panties to bed, not anymore, not since graduating and moving back home. She didn't want to take the chance. Nothing should deter him, if her father was so inclined and once she pushed the button into the on position, Lily spread her legs open wide and let the tip of the toy find her slick button. She closed her eyes and pushed her hips up, exactly the way she would if her handsome daddy found his way to her bed. Lily had to be careful not to make a sound, at least not the whimpers and the screams that she had been so careful to avoid. She didn't want him to hear although part of her was hoping that he listened. She could almost see him at her door, wearing only his boxers, there would have to be consequences if he heard Lily with her buzzing toy. Especially the words, everything that she wanted to say was a sin and worse, if her father overheard what his daughter said in the night while playing with herself, he'd worry for her immortal soul. "Daddy, suck my clit, oh god, yes," Lily had him there, in her mind's eye, right where she wanted him, half commanding him, half pleading with him. Grinding against daddy's face, feeding him his little girl's delicious snatch, "Daddy, you're going to make me cum," she wanted to shout as she finally let go but instead she merely clutched the sheets in the dark with one hand. The other was busy and the toy would work its way back and forth over her body again and again. The Reverend Michael Anderson Worth Senior was in the midst of a spiritual crisis. Initially, he had blamed it the long illness, his wife Beverly had been stricken with cancer over a decade ago and it had taken its time to claim her. After the initial treatment, there was still eight long, painful years, waiting and watching her die. Watching the vibrant woman become a shell had been excruciating and Michael's prayers had become so bitter that they seemed to leave a metallic taste in his mouth. That had been the beginning and his oldest, dearest friend from the seminary, Arnie, had told him time and time again throughout the illness that Michael should feel free to lean on him. He'd never taken him up on it. The sleepless nights, the hospital stays, keeping up with the church, including the demands of the parish and the demands of his God, Michael had kept a rigid smile on his face and his head down. It was a valley to be sure, but he had told himself for a long time that the bitter would once again become sweet. Now he needed help though and he was almost afraid to ask. The sweetness that he craved came from one place that had to be the last step before the ledge, the precipice that would lead him into temptation that could never be overcome. He had finally made his decision that morning. Michael was in over his head and the tightness in his chest could only mean that he was drowning, gasping for air, his body humming with a sensation that he didn't have a word for. It was just a feeling and the hot, current pulsed with an electric slither down his body to his groin. Lily had fallen asleep on the couch again and as she had the last two times, she was more naked than clothed. The morning light peaked in through the slats of the blinds and made a pattern down her body, light, dark, from her fingertips, which her touching the leather arm behind her, down to her red toenails. His daughter still slept exactly as she had when she was just a girl, sprawled out, completely open and without a care in the world. Oh, to be eighteen again and just close your eyes, Michael spent most of his evenings tossing and turning. Just to wake up to this, his Lily's long, bare limbs, so pale and so soft, exposed and available to be caressed while she slept in the living room, almost dead she was sleeping so deeply. Michael knew that he could have very well sat on the edge of the cushion and let his fingers go where they may. The navy blue tee-shirt was the only clothing she had on and that almost knocked the wind out of him. Stretched tightly over her breasts, they must be bare underneath, free under the shirt, his little girl's nipples had risen into round, ripe points and moved with every breath. She sighed and for a moment, he thought that perhaps she was about to rise and Lily would catch him, her own father, studying her body in her sleep and he took two quick steps backward, deeper into the shadow of the room. Lily's leg shifted and once she was on her back, the shirt rolled up a bit more and Michael could tell by her deep, rhythmic breathing that she was still asleep. His lovely, little girl had exposed her lower lips and Michael shuddered, his brain screaming at him to turn around, to run if he had to, to the kitchen where he should be making coffee. He should be anywhere but here, but his feet didn't listen. They took two steps closer so that he could see her nakedness more clearly, Lily's lower lips were damp and swollen a little and when he bent forward just a little, he could see that his daughter's fat, pink clitoris was out. The hood had drawn back and the sweet pearl within was revealed and he could see from where he stood that Lily was wet. What was she dreaming of to be in a state like that? Aroused and in such need, Michael could see himself dropping to his knees beside the couch and reaching up between his daughter's legs to massage her succulent flesh. Drenching himself in her juices, taking his time to touch her from her flooded entry to her round bud. Exploring his daughter with one finger and then two, just until he had the taste of her on his hand and could suck it off his fingers. He wouldn't stop there, why would he? That was when he had turned to run, a scream would have forced its way from his mouth if he hadn't covered it with both hands, panting into his palm for a long time in the dark kitchen as all of the pictures flashed before his eyes. All of them terrible, salacious, frightening and wanton, every last, lurid detail was a sin, he was sure of it. Michael wanted his daughter. This had been the third time that he had found her laying like that, legs open, shirt up, her delicious, little snatch looking so wet and so willing. It had been the third time that he was sure that he had snatched himself back from the brink of something that would damn them both. Yet, he could almost taste her on the tip of his tongue. Night after night, it was hardly sleep at all but more like one, long dream that kept his cock perpetually hard, knocking against his pelvis, dripping precum down his veiny, engorged shaft. It had been so long that the pain and pleasure, the desire and the denial, seemed to be permanently mixed together. Michael couldn't remember the last time he had sex, it was before Beverly's illness and now, he couldn't masturbate. He wouldn't let himself, not to Lily, not to his beautiful, little girl. The need had welled up inside and was making him snappy. After she had finally woken up this morning, her bare feet didn't make a sound as she padded into the kitchen and when she stood on her tip toes to reach for a cup, there was the bottom of her cheeks. Just the line where the top of her thighs met the bottom of her ass, just exactly the place where Michael most wanted to press hot, sticky kisses on her skin before reaching around her hips to find her slick, hard bud. He could almost feel her velvet skin grazing the palms of his hands as she sank into his embrace with a purr, like a happy, little kitten. His daughter would relinquish any control once the tip of her father's tongue kissed her perfect clit. He shook the daydream from his head and growled at her instead, "is that what you wear around the house, Lily?" She was already frowning and he watched as she carefully pushed her long, inky black hair over both shoulders and smoothed it into a ponytail with her hands. "Jeez, Daddy, I just woke up, can you give me a minute or two before you start in on me again?" his face burned as he realized that his eyes were there, between her legs, half hoping, half dreading that she would reach up a little further. Another inch, maybe two, if her arms went up any higher, her perfect, baby pussy would once more be in view and Michael didn't have the fortitude to stop himself now. Not with the ever present reminder that although he may be a pastor, he was really just a man slapping his thigh in the front of his pajama pants. He picked up the newspaper and made himself open it slowly. He'd read the whole, damn thing from cover to cover if that's what it took to keep him from violating his little girl. Michael wondered if Lily were still a virgin briefly, doubting it, regardless of what a tight leash her mother had wanted to keep her on, with a body like that, she would have already had plenty of opportunities. "Just get dressed, Lily and if you sleep downstairs, you could have the decency to cover up a little bit more," he barked at her. It was bad enough knowing that she slept like that, right down the hall from his bedroom. She was there, a few steps away from his door, from his bed and Lily was right there, without panties. Her delicate, pink lips full and open and damp and ready for kisses until his baby girl relented and spread her legs for her father, begging him to make her a woman. He groaned and that time, Lily had heard it. She blew on her coffee and asked, "you okay, Daddy?" He lied, it was the least sinful thing to do. "Yes, I'm fine," he turned his back on her, no matter how much experience she may or may not have, his erection had become obvious, "it was just a long night." Michael was at the end of his rope and he could only hope that Arnie could help. Lily saw Mr. Denton before he saw her and she had hoped to sneak up behind him but at the last minute, he turned around. He opened his arms and swooped down to hug her tightly to him, "Lily, my dear girl," he murmured in her black hair, almost kissing her head as he talked, "how are you doing, my sweetheart?" She had known him her whole life so the hugs and the kisses were just something to be expected, nothing should change just because her body had and maybe it was just the perpetual tease that had become this forbidden lust that she had for her father. She ached with it, she was burning hot and then chilled to the bone, her skin was crawling with it, Lily could taste it. The insatiable kisses and the droplets of his sweat that she would lap from her father's skin as he fucked her, pinning her unmercifully to the mattress, almost choking the life out of her as he pumped her full of his cock and then his seed. She cleared her throat, this was rapidly becoming entirely out of control and Lily was almost afraid of where it might lead. "I guess I'm fine," she shrugged, Mr. Denton's thick, hairy forearm was around her slender waist and she was suddenly overwhelmed by his presence. Mr. Arnold Denton was her father's oldest friend but he didn't come to see them often. He hadn't come by the parsonage since Christmas at least and that visit had been brief, he only seemed to come when there was trouble. "What do you mean, you guess?" he almost always sounded as if he were about to burst into laughter when he spoke to Lily, today was no exception, but something else was very different. "A beautiful, young lady like yourself," he spun her around so that they were standing, face to face, almost touching, "what could possibly be wrong?" Mr. Denton was middle-aged but still handsome, Lily had seen many women, including her own mother before she was sick, give him a smile that was a little too warm to be merely polite. He was shorter than her father but his chest was broad and muscular, his hands were wider, his fingers thicker, his blonde hair was touched with gray and the almost white down that covered his forearms made him silky to the touch. His scent was warm and clean and suddenly Lily realized that the center of her pink, cotton panties were wet and if the man placed one of his large paws on her again or drew her into another close hug, he might feel something that would give her away. Perhaps her nipples, maybe the wet spot would even soak through to her jeans, his baby blue eyes sought out hers and she tried hard not to look at his face. "It's just Dad and I aren't getting along that well," she almost wished that she could tell him why. Her attempts to seduce her father had so far, gone unnoticed and that she was desperately in need of a man inside her, even though she had never had one before. Mr. Denton would do just fine, she supposed, even if every time she closed her eyes, it was her Daddy. Daddy's Special Kiss He reached up and touched her forehead softly, pushing her hair back as he swept his fingers along her soft skin, his eyes were warm and inviting and his body was close, his full mouth open a bit and once his furry arm was around her once again, Lily felt the undeniable flutter between her legs. She was wet, her lower lips were hot and opening up wide for Mr. Denton's touch. Perhaps he would give her his special kiss even if she wasn't his little girl, "well, you know my dear, sometimes that happens as a little girl becomes a young woman." There it was, he had taken half a step and now the center of his body was pressed into hers. The head of his dick could be felt through the pleats of his pants and Lily held her breath, afraid that she would scare him off if she didn't stay perfectly still. "You know, he still sees you as his baby, the little girl that you were eighteen years ago," she felt it, his thick, meaty erection bobbed in the front of his pants, hunting for her crotch, desperate to get out. If she reached down and unzipped her father's friend, Mr. Denton's big dick would be leaking into his boxers and she would trace it with her finger through the front of his boxers. "Not like the rest of us," his eyes moved down, he was studying her cleavage through the front of her blouse, "who see that you've grown up into a lovely, young woman." "Arnie," her father interrupted them and when she turned to look, for a moment he was beaming, but the smile was for his friend. The look of distrust, the smile that quickly turned into a snarl, his upper lip curled in disdain as he watched his daughter thrust her pelvis into the groin of his best friend, rubbing herself on the man's cock, right there on the sidewalk in front of God and anyone else who might want to watch. "Lily, don't you have something to do?" he asked her, his voice was like ice tumbling into a glass. Her father was so cold and if he only knew that she was warm and wet and her nipples were ripe for his mouth and so was her succulent cunt. If he only knew what he did to her body, Lily wondered if it would thaw him in the slightest. He would probably think that she was disgusting at best, "yes, I do," a sinner bound for hell at worst, "see you later, Mr. Denton," she waved at him and left the two men alone and made her way to the sanctuary. One of her many jobs here was to straighten up after services and make sure that every pew had hymnals, she also needed to tidy up her father's small office that was at the back of the sanctuary. Lily decided today that she would do that first although usually she saved it until the end for her own perverted purposes. She was long past waiting now and she pushed the key into the lock, turned it as she threw herself against the door to push it open and quickly locked the door behind her once she was inside. The small inner office was his sanctum, her father's private place, the place where he wrote his sermons and prayed for troubled parishioners. It was also the place where he kept the only pornography that she had ever found in all of her years of snooping on him. She had found it two months ago and Lily would have never been able to explain to another soul why she found it so incredibly erotic but then again, she'd never be able to say what she did in her father's office either. His chair was worn. There were places on the seat where the material was shiny with wear but it was soft and it seemed like a lap, begging for her to sit down and touch the place where her dad had carnal thoughts. It wasn't enough just to sit though, ever since she had found the small, folded poster, it must have been the centerfold from a magazine from years ago, she had done much worse. It was just because the girl in the picture looked so much like her. Well, the woman had been touched up, it was a trick with lighting and computer graphics and who knew what else, Lily knew that she had more than a vague resemblance to the girl that her father stroked his dick to. That was enough to make it a potent reminder that underneath it all, her daddy was also a man. A man with a raging hard-on that sometimes even he had to give in to his baser needs. Lily liked that about him and she unbuttoned the three buttons on her blouse and unknotted the bottom before tugging it off her arms and tossing it to the floor. Then there were her sandals which she kicked off before unbuttoning her jeans and shimmying her hips as she pushed them to the floor. Lily opened his desk drawer as she unhooked her bra, sliding both hands over her nipples for just a moment before reaching down to his hiding place. Behind the hanging files and just before the fat, worn, yellow envelope that said "paperwork 2012" was the dark-haired beauty that her father looked at when he touched himself in this chair. She was gone. The poster wasn't there. Lily was startled and quickly checked every hanging file for a replacement and then felt the bottom of the drawer to see if the poster might have fallen there. Maybe her father had heard someone outside in the sanctuary, maybe he had panicked and put it back in the wrong place before quickly pulling up his pants. The centerfold was gone and in its place was something handwritten, a note that her father seemed to have written to himself. Lily made a face as she pulled it out and smoothed the paper flat on the desktop, this wasn't too promising and decidedly less hot than a naked girl. It was a bunch of bible verses and she rolled her eyes and shook her head, they were all about temptation and avoiding it. Turning to God and asking for the Almighty to lead you to the light, she was just about to replace the paper when she read the last line. "Remember, she's your daughter. She's just a little girl and you are supposed to guide her in the ways of the Lord," Lily had to read the last part twice just to make sure, "not lead her down the path to sin." Her father had to write himself a note, admonishing himself not to sin with his little girl. Lily moved in the chair, rolling one hip up and then then next while she removed her panties. She liked this part the best, knowing that she was leaving a little something behind for her father, a gift that only she knew about. The chair smelled of him and it was enough to close her eyes and lean back, yes, she was sitting in her Daddy's lap, naked as the day she was born, snuggling into his body, her bottom was brushing the huge, hardness that she knew was there, hiding in the front of his pants for his daughter. "Oh, Daddy," Lily sighed, two fingers of her left hand plucking her nipple into a thudding point as the right hand traveled down, between her legs. She imagined that it was him touching her, that even if she had said no, Daddy was not going to stop this time until his daughter came in his hand. "Yes, that feels so good," she cooed, wetting the upholstery of his chair as she had done so many times before. She could almost hear him, moaning into her neck, his lips on her soft skin, "I'm not supposed to lead you into sin though, Lily. Oh, my beautiful, little girl," he whispered, tenderly touching his daughter's crevice, "I've tried so hard to stop myself." All Lily wanted was for him to give up. To give in and lavish her body with his touch and his tongue and in her mind's eye, he had found her ripe bud and had made a slow circle with his finger, "Daddy, don't stop, please," she begged him. Touching herself, rubbing her soaked pussy back and forth in her father's chair as she masturbated to him, every time was finally the time that her father would listen to reason, unzipping his pants with one hand as he fondled his daughter with the other. The tip of his dick was sweltering and Lily moaned when the head found it's way between her cheeks from behind. She thrust her hips back as she worked her fingers over her sticky skin, "don't stop, Daddy. I want you," she almost couldn't say it, even alone, "I want you to be my first, Daddy." Today, her father was a little angry at what he'd witnessed between her and Mr. Denton. "Are you sure, little slut?" he hissed in her ear, his body sealed against her back, his thick dick, the same cock that had made her burrowed between her cheeks, ready to slide forward into his daughter's damp heat. "I saw you with Arnie," Daddy was a little jealous and rightfully so, Lily had been wet as rain from Mr. Denton's touch. She was naughty even though she didn't mean to be. What a whore she was, naked in her father's chair, flirting with her father's friends, sleeping without panties in the living room, purposely trying to tempt him. Lily could only mouth her apology, the current coursed through her body and the fingers knew her clit so well. She was melting as she shuddered, slamming her hips into her father's chair, rolling as the orgasm ran through her, gripping her just like Daddy would as he ground against her. Pumping her full of his powerful Daddy dick, claiming her virginity as his own, so virile, so strong, "no Daddy," she trembled as a rivulet of her release ran down her inner thigh, "I only want you. I'm all yours, Daddy," she gushed on the upholstery. Her scent would be left behind, a little something for Daddy to remember when he sat down to write another sermon. Something to inhale, he would know what it was, it would be on the tip of his tongue and yet, Lily was sure that he wouldn't even let himself say it. Her father would blush if he touched the damp fabric with his hand and then ran his fingertips over his lips, his tongue reaching out to taste it, just to make sure. Daddy knew what her pussy smelled like and no doubt, tasted like too. It was probably one of the reasons that he had finally given in, down here, in the office, all alone, staring at a picture of a sexy girl with black hair and large breasts, just like Lily's. Down here, he could smell Lily's orgasm, he could almost taste it and it had made her Daddy shoot all over himself, again and again as he let go and wished that every last drop had been inside his little girl's virgin slit. Lily just had to find a workaround for leading her into sin. Maybe if Daddy knew that she was already going to hell that would make it easier for him. He had avoided her for the last three days as he attempted to digest his conversation with Arnie. Worse, the intense flash of jealousy that he had felt when he watched his friend touching so casually. It was something that he dared not do anymore, there was no more hand holding, no cuddles, none of the intimacy that he had shared with Lily before his shameful obsession had begun. Arnie had asked the question that Michael had been dreading. "When did it start?" and he had never wanted to say the right thing so badly. The truth made his heart ache but that was better than the perpetual erection that had plagued him lately. He didn't look at his friend, he stared at the floor and mumbled it, "a long time ago." Arnie nodded and the gleam in his eye was something that Michael had never seen before. Even after all these years, there was something unfamiliar and just a little predatory. "Who could blame you, really?" his friend had half a smile and his eyes were glazed over with lust. Clearly Arnie had been enjoying the close contact that he had shared with Lily even if it was innocent on her part, "all that time you spent taking care of Beverly and then your daughter grows up to have a body like that." Michael crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his friend. How dare the man make such crass remarks about Lily's figure, right in front of him, probably imagining exactly what she looked like under her clothes. It was vision that Michael would never rid himself of, it had been burned into his brain, her lower lips made a heart almost, "what exactly are you saying, Arnie?" he leaned back in the chair and imagined running his tongue along her lips to open them for the hundredth time that day. Arnie put his hands up, almost in surrender and he had only had the temptation for a few minutes. Michael lived with it every single moment of the day, "I just mean that she's a beautiful woman. The temptations of the flesh," he smiled and shook his head no, "unfortunately, I have no good advice for you buddy." Michael covered his face with his hands and the noise that came from him was sick and sad, something desperate that wanted out. "But, but I, I can't anymore," he was on the verge of tears and Arnie interrupted him. His friend reminded him, "discipline. That's what you need in moments like this. Discipline," his friend rose from his chair just to drop to his knees, "and prayer." They prayed together and all the while Arnie was asking God for assistance and mercy, Michael was thinking of pushing Lily's tee shirt up to her waist so that he could see every bare, naked inch of her before tasting his little girl's sweet snatch for the first time. It was how he knew that he had exhausted all measures and that heaven had no more mercy. Or maybe he had just come to the end of his rope or maybe, just maybe, it was all bullshit because prayer hadn't worked in a very long time. Michael had run out of reasons not to and Sunday night when Lily came home almost an hour past her curfew, he knew that he had to take care of things, once and for all. Arnie had said discipline, hadn't he? Lily was tip-toeing through the foyer on her way upstairs when he called out in a stern voice, "Lily Marie Worth, where have you been?" He could hear her draw in her breath quickly and the floor creaked as she took two steps back and looked into the living room. "I just lost track of time, Daddy," she sounded uneasy and if she had any idea what he was thinking, Michael was sure that she would have run upstairs, screaming and locked her door behind her. He wasn't going to take that chance and patted the cushion beside him, "come here, little girl, you and I need to talk." What Lily was wearing made it worse, watching the bottom of her dress flounce made his blood boil, his daughter would often wear casual dresses that weren't much more than a shirt and canvas tennis shoes. No stockings, no leggings, just her long, slender bare legs swishing back and forth under a bit of fabric and as far as he knew, the girl only had panties on under that. Discipline, he reminded himself, biting his bottom lip for a minute until it hurt. Lily had her long, black hair in pigtails tonight and when she stopped, only a foot away from the couch, from the same place that he had first seen her tiny, bare pussy, she looked every bit as innocent as he wanted to imagine she was. "I really didn't mean to be late, Daddy," she folded her hands together and they rested almost touching her mound. He snapped at her, "what were you doing?" His daughter made a face, curling her upper lip. Lily was about to dismiss him, Michael had been far too lenient with her and this was his punishment for letting her get away with so much. "I don't know, me and Cat were just hanging out and then Zack and some other guy stopped and we started to talk," he cut her off, Michael was done sparing the rod. He didn't trust that Cat, short for Catherine and he didn't know the two boys and he didn't want to either. He reached closer and caught her by the wrist, quickly closing his fingers around her, "so this is about boys, is it, Lily? Is that why you've turned into such a slut lately?" he drug her, pulling her against her will to the couch. Lily had been glaring and once she realized that struggle as hard as she might, she was no match for Michael and that she wasn't going anywhere but where her father wanted her, there was legitimate fear in her eyes. Her voice squeaked when she asked, "what are you doing, Daddy?" Michael could feel her small body, so close, so small and the girl was so soft. Her arm, her knee as he tugged her into his lap, her perfect breasts as he held her in place, face down, bottom up, his daughter's succulent flesh was made for him to touch. That was the only explanation, the electric current that ran through him upon contact was leaving him parched. "Something I should have done a long time ago," the back of her dress came up high, but not high enough, "and you can expect a lot more of now. Raise your dress up for me." He panted, he sounded like an animal in heat and Michael expected that he wasn't concealing his true feelings about his daughter bent over his lap anymore. He was hard as a rock. Michael might not have ever been this stiff before, the tip of his cock was engorged and dripping and feeling the head rub against the inside of his pants was starting to drive him crazy. "Daddy?" Lily's voice shook when she said his name, "Daddy, no." His daughter trembled and willfully disobeyed, refusing to pull up the back of her dress, refusing to expose herself to her father. He tore at her clothes and pulled the flowered material up, there it was, finally, Lily's heart-shaped bottom in all of its beauty. His little girl was wearing a small, blue pair of bikini panties that left at least half of her bouncing cheeks out, to be admired, but having seen the delights that the crotch covered, being as hungry as a wild animal for his daughter's ripe snatch, Michael was determined to have her completely bare for what was to come. "You will do as you're told, Lily," he gripped the waistband of the panties and his daughter cried out as her father ripped the underwear from her bottom. "When I want you to pull your dress up," the panties were in tatters and he finished ripping them from her little crotch, feeling the pieces before they fell to the floor, "then you'll pull your dress up for your father, do you hear me?" He bellowed at her, all the while staring at the naked perfection that was beckoning to Michael from between her legs. The soft line that cleaved her in two was glistening with droplets of her sweet liquid, the scent of his daughter's heat rose from between her legs and he gulped it down in mouthfuls, shivering as she sobbed, "yes, Daddy." She was so close, he could almost taste her on the tip of his tongue, something to be savored, something that he had longed for longer than he would ever dare to confess. Michael set his teeth and jaw in a straight, steely line and steadied his right hand. Discipline, that's what it required. He had prayed for everything but the one thing that this situation needed and now, he would make sure that Lily knew that he couldn't be swayed. He walloped her right cheek hard enough to make the bouncing flesh quiver and his daughter screamed. "I've had enough of your nonsense now Lilly," he was grateful that she couldn't see his face. He was sure that it was wild and it was difficult to speak, his tongue wanted to poke out from between his lips and if he were to allow his sinful nature to take over, this evening would end with him tasting his little girl's virgin flesh. He couldn't let himself slip, he owed it to her, to himself, as the man of the house and the shepherd of his flock. He couldn't relinquish control and he spanked her again, this time harder than the first. Lily's cheeks bounced under his hand and he couldn't help but notice how enticing the feel of her bare body was, so soft, so yielding, she would meld into him and under him, her curves pressed against his stiff, hard cock. He spanked her again, making sure to sting the offending bit, her juicy, round ass shook every time she moved and it was so wrong to want to grind himself against her soaked crevice as he continued to reprimand her. She shrieked, "Daddy, please stop," as she moved forward, Lily was trying to get away and she was right to do so. It wasn't the spanking that would be their undoing, it was his left hand, slithering between her satiny thighs. He pressed his palm there, against his daughter's damp pussy lips. Michael had studied them so carefully each time that he saw her forbidden flesh, he knew exactly what Lily looked like there, at the top of her thighs. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, trying to tear his hand away from his daughter's hot lips, but he knew that he had reached the limit of his strength. "Is this what you want, Lily?" he cupped her mound and his head sank, his forehead pressed against Lily's back, he held on tightly as if he were in mortal fear of letting go. His beautiful, little girl was trembling under him, his cock strained at the front of his pants, desperate to break free and to decimate her maidenhood. "What am I to do?" he murmured to no one. Daddy's Special Kiss Lily turned, reaching for him with both hands, his little girl melted against him, her breasts were so warm, still wrapped under the flowered dress, but there was a gap between the top two buttons and his greedy fingers would quickly find their way inside to ravish her bountiful curves. Naked below the waist, when she faced him, her wet heat was pressed against his pelvis and the head of his dick brushed his daughter's engorged clitoris through his pants. Lily's head sank back and her mouth opened wide with a deep sigh, the likes of which should never be for her dad. "Yes, Daddy," she thrust her hips against him again, winding her body back and then pushing forward, her slit was soaking the front of his pants and it was all he could do to sink his fingers into her thighs and not take off his own clothes. "Give me your special kiss, Daddy," she arched her back, her nipples were two, tiny points in the front of the dress and she writhed once again, wetting her daddy through and through with her sopping cunt. Michael froze in place, it almost felt like fingers sneaking up from behind and inching down his spine. His hands moved from his daughter's thighs to her arms and he couldn't stop himself, he shook her like a rag doll. "Where did you hear that? Who said that to you? My special kiss?" he groaned, the acid in his throat burned and the pain in his chest radiated throughout his body. He pushed her off his lap and Michael kept his eyes on the floor as he asked again, "who said that to you, Lily?" He already knew the answer. It was their game, the one that Beverly had insisted on for years and at first, Michael had hated it. The guilt he had felt was palpable and it wasn't until he had walked in on the two of them that he understood completely and his conscience had revolted but his cock had stood proudly at attention. Lily put her dress down to cover herself, suddenly shy, her blue panties were in pieces at her feet and she clutched the dress over her pussy, "Mom told me, Daddy. She said that it would be my job when she was gone," she bit her round, bottom lip, there was something else that she was holding back. Michael imagined that there were hundreds of those, little snippets that the girl would never say and here, his daughter had been expecting this lusty need all along. It was only a dress, just a thin bit of cotton material and he could tear that off her just as easily. Michael could have the girl naked in seconds and lay his daughter on the couch and take his time, exploring her with his hands and his mouth, inhaling her scent and rubbing his face between his little girl's legs, covering himself with her delicious, sweet juices. There was no one there to stop them, it could be their little secret. He put up his hand and looked away. Beverly had spoiled everything and it might be wrong to speak ill of the dead but she had damned them both long before the cancer came along. "Go, Lily, get out of here and don't sleep downstairs," he spoke with authority but Michael knew that he was really begging her, it was the last line of defense. Alone, in the dark, he finally relented and unbuckled and unzipped. He lay back on the couch, the change in his pockets jingling as his pants eased past his knees and he held his cock firmly at the root. Michael had resisted it for so long, or he had tried to anyway, the flashes had started long ago and Beverly had been behind it all. His wife had been beautiful, far too beautiful for him, or so Michael thought. With her long tangle of flaxen hair, fanned out over the white pillow case, she had made him wait until their wedding night and as an aspiring man of God, he had agreed. Afterwards, he wasn't so sure if any of it was between man and wife. She had told him to kiss her there, she pointed to the petite lips that she had never allowed him to touch directly but Michael had felt them through the front of her full, satin panties once or twice. They were hot and had burned into his brain and it had been enough to provide him with masturbation material for at least the last month of their engagement. Finally, he was allowed to kiss and caress and Michael worked his way down her body slowly and as he took his place, on his knees, between her thighs, about to begin his worship, his new wife whimpered, "oh, Daddy." He bowed his head, almost in prayer and told himself to ignore it. It wasn't important, Beverly was just a little nervous too. They both were, after all, it wasn't every day that you lost your virginity. Her slit opened a little of its own accord and the dark pink, slick inner lips peaked out at him as she sighed and opened her legs a little wider. Michael gave her a closed-mouth kiss where her lips met at the top, inhaling deeply, his wife smelled like warm sex and his cock clamored to get at her. After the first kiss, Beverly's inner thighs trembled and her lower lips parted a bit more. Her clitoris had popped out, the hood had drawn back and the teardrop shaped bud was hard and pulsed as his breath caressed her most sensitive places. His wife was glistening with her wetness and when he opened his mouth and licked her there, from her soaked entry, slowly gliding up to her clit, Beverly shook, her body convulsing under him. The bed was wet under her and she moaned, "Daddy, yes, give me your special kiss. I've been such a good girl." She had laughed it off when Michael questioned her about it. "It's just something to say," she shrugged and rolled her eyes and then immediately rolled closer and wrapped her small hands around his forearm, "why, don't you like being my Daddy?" Michael had been so naive and it wasn't until he had walked in on his father that morning that he understood. The man had come to visit and if he had been any other man on earth, Michael would have drug him by his collar and the back of his pants outside to kick his ass. Any other man on earth would have had it coming, you didn't come to a man's house and sneak into his bedroom after he had woken up. You didn't pull his wife's panties down and you definitely didn't lick his wife's swollen, aching cunt to a hot, shuddering orgasm. Even if she did cum again and again and leave a steamy puddle on her husband's side of the bed as she begged for more, you just didn't do that. That was exactly what his father had done though and when Michael walked in, he knew that he was traveling back in time. The two of them had been lovers for much longer than he and Beverly had been. His wife sobbed all the while, pushing her body up to meet her father's mouth as he sucked her down ravenously, as if he had been starving. "Daddy, yes, please, again," she pleaded and Beverly sounded hoarse when she begged for it, "give your good little girl your special kiss, Daddy." Michael had watched Beverly cum in her father's mouth. The two of them hadn't even stopped and he had never stopped being ashamed of the fact that he had unzipped and barely gotten his dick out before he came, howling as he shot his frothy load on the front of his pants. Just thinking of it, even now, alone in the living room, made him cum again. Arching his back, his body was clammy with sweat and there was a puddle of precum on his hip and there was no reason why it should still be an electrical impulse that shot through him. "Yes, oh god," he shuddered as he filled his hand with his seed. He pumped the rest of his release out in a slow, steady rhythm and wondered if perhaps his father hadn't been right all along. Michael had assumed that he just had no conscience but after the confrontation, Beverly's Dad crinkled his brow as if he were trying to figure it out. Then he smiled and shook his head no, "oh my goodness, no, that's not it at all." His father clucked with this tongue and clasped Michael's shoulder with a sturdy hand. The hand that he had placed in the front of his daughter's panties not that long ago, the warm, sticky traces of Beverly's juices were still probably saturating him. "You see, Michael," he sighed as he looked over at his little girl, all grown up and flushed from her father's attentions, "she was my gift. You might even say a gift from above," but Michael wouldn't. It seemed blasphemous to mix god and incest, but his father-in-law continued, "and she was mine long before she was yours." It had been a month since their showdown in the living room and Lily had gone from mad to ashamed to despondent and finally, she felt a glimmer of hope, neutral. She hadn't had the dream in weeks and she was grateful for it seemed to have infiltrated, seeping in through her subconscious and taking over her every waking moment. She didn't want him. No, Lily shook her head at her reflection in the mirror, that wasn't entirely true. She had managed to retain the little girl crush that she had on her father ever since she could remember and if the man were anyone else, no one would blame her in the least. Michael Anderson Worth was tall and lean and he could have easily had six pack abs if he hadn't been so busy. Working as a pastor left little free time and as it was it might have been just a four pack but between his body and his smoky, grayish-blue eyes and his thick, black, curly hair with just a tinge of gray here and there, women always wanted him. Her Daddy was a handsome man and she knew that it was perfectly natural to notice it. What wasn't natural was the way she had stalked him before. Lingering outside the bathroom door on the offhand chance that she'd catch a glimpse of his broad, bare shoulders, the line of hair that traveled down the center of his belly and disappeared into the waistband of his pants, or worse, the outline of his cock, the head of it was thick and round and broiling hot, Lily would never forget the feel of him between her legs that night. Lily closed her eyes and admonished herself again. Discipline, that's what Daddy had meant, wasn't it? She had begun to make little deals with herself, if you don't think about Daddy until tonight, now if you don't stare at during dinner, now if you don't ever go to his office again. It was working, she felt stronger and the incessant throbbing between her legs every time he was near had become more of a dull ache. That was, as long as she didn't indulge and thinking of the engorged tip of his cock pressed up against her little bud, imagining him there, she could almost see a thick droplet of his precum spilled from his slit and dribbled down his flesh to hers was the beginning of obsessing once again and that wasn't going to be allowed. Lily rolled her eyes at the girl in the mirror, she had never actually seen his cock in real life, this was all just a result of too much imagination and really, her mother was to blame. All of that stuff she said about Lily replacing her when she was gone, Lily puckered her lips and reapplied her lip gloss. Her mother had been half high on pain medicine for the last couple of years, when she wasn't recovering from her latest surgery or round of chemo, the reality had sunk in and her depression tainted everything she touched. Lily kissed the air and then sighed, Beverly was probably half crazy by the time she died, she hadn't meant what she'd said. Lily hoped that she hadn't meant any of it, the part about her going to hell in particular, but it was time to let it all go. She'd given up on her father, it was time to bury it all as they had Beverly. Besides, she had a lot to look forward to, college was starting soon and she might have a boyfriend. Lily assumed that she would know after tonight. David was coming over in about ten minutes and they were going to be alone for at least the next two or three hours, alone in her room, tangled in each others arms, he was almost twenty and had more much more experience than she did in everything and hopefully sex too. She had lost track of time as well as her blouse an hour later when she and the blonde boy had kissed off the lip gloss and she wondered if he would answer the question if he unhooked her white, lacy bra and peeled it from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. It was there, she could hear the words in her head and now all she had to do was say them out loud, "am I your girlfriend, David?" but the crash stopped everything, maybe even her heart. It was her father and he had burst through her bedroom door, "what the hell?" he stormed in and grabbed David by the back of his pants, "didn't you hear me?" he bellowed and Lily was afraid to answer. Her father did look wild, his hair stood on end and his face was red. The large vein at his temple had risen and quivered there, the blood rushing through him along with his anger, David looked terrified and didn't even try to defend himself, merely putting up his arms defensively as her father set him down on the other side of her threshold. "You get out of here," his voice was a threat and David seemed to know better than to say a word to the man who was clearly establishing his dominance. Lily caught the look of reproach that the boy flashed her though and she knew before she heard the front door slam behind him that David wasn't ever going to come back. "Daddy," her eyes were full of tears and she covered her face, worse than him seeing her with her blouse off was her father seeing her cry. She didn't know why, there was just something about being that vulnerable with him when he was so cold, so demanding, so sealed off from her. "Daddy, that's not fair," she burst out, one hot tear escaped and the rivulet ran down her cheek, off her chin and down her throat. She was trying to be good, discipline, right? She wanted a boyfriend, a real boyfriend, not these perverted fantasies of her father bedding her. It had gotten her nowhere, so frustrated that sometimes she thought she was going to lose her mind and rush into her father's bedroom at night and touch him all over until he had to give in. What kind of a person was she turning into? Her father's voice was low and tender when he asked, "what's not fair, honey? You want to give yourself to that boy?" he was close and he moved closer. On the bed, just the two of them, the way Lily had dreamed that it would be time and time again, his hands were on her bare shoulders and he forced her to look up, into his eyes, "do you want that boy or someone who loves you, Lily?" he whispered and his breath on her skin made every nerve come to life. It was almost as potent as the words themselves. It was impossible to misconstrue his meaning. Her father's hands pulled her so close that her chest was pressed against his, they could feel the others heartbeat and when he brought his hands up slowly, cradling Lily's face in his hands, there was only one possible solution. Her daddy was going to kiss her. Not a fatherly kiss, no, she could feel it trembling there inside him as he smiled and kissed her forehead first and then the tip of her nose. It wasn't going to be a chaste kiss, a brief touch of lips on lips, this was going to be wet and drawn out and his tongue was going to delve into every nook and cranny. So it began, he nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment, as if waiting a few more seconds would change everything. As if Lily would say no and the balance would be returned to the world, but she did nothing but sigh and part her lips a little, giving her father easy access to her sweet tongue. When he slipped inside, it was hot, something coursed through her and entered him and drew them together in a way that must have taken anyone else years to perfect. Not them, it was instantaneous and they fit together perfectly, two pieces of the same cloth and her daddy sucked on the tip of her tongue for a moment, released her with a deep groan and began to explore, filling her, withdrawing, filling her deeper and pulling back again. He eased her onto the pillow behind them and kissed her with his whole body. In, out, back, forth, they already had the rhythm of lovemaking and as inexperienced as she was, Lily knew that he was intent on possessing her. Her father let her go and continued his sticky kisses down her neck, scooping her hair back and pressing his mouth against her collar bones, then her shoulders and his fingers played along the edge of her decolletage. "I'll tell you what's not fair," his voice was almost laughing but the heat in his eyes was something that an animal would have before mating, "seeing you like this when I've been trying so hard to be good." Lily only nodded, she wanted to tell him, the words were right there but her father's hands had reached under her body and were fumbling with the hooks of her bra. Once he opened them, he slid the satin straps down and peeled the underwire back, seeing Lily's breasts bare for the first time. "Oh, Lily," he whispered, her father didn't seem to have the words and none were needed when he latched on to her right nipple and his deep, open-mouth kiss continued there. His tongue tracing along the edge of her puckered skin, licking every pink crease, Lily was rolling under him, her father's mouth on her body was so exquisite, she could only begin to imagine what his special kiss would feel like. The warmth radiated through her and she pushed her hips up off her bed, eager to melt with her father, the feel of the head of his cock in the front of his pants was something that she had a hunger for ever since that night. Her panties shredded, her dress up, her father seemed to be fuming, almost foaming at the mouth and yet there had been his hand, fondling her so tenderly, almost as if he were afraid that she would say no. "Daddy," she writhed under his strong body, pushing her crotch up, searching for his heat, his shaft, his thudding, thick erection that she had dreamed of holding in her small hands and kissing softly a hundred times. "Daddy, yes, I've wanted you for so long," she murmured as her father lapped at her nipple, sending a shudder of need down her spine and leaving a gush of hot, wanton lust in her panties. Her father sat up, releasing her engorged bud, he let his hands continue their slow meander, to her waist, to the waistband of her skirt, "do you still want it, little girl? Do you want your Daddy's special kiss?" he asked but he sounded sure of the answer. The heat was rising from between her legs and seemed to draw him in, her body was answering for her and words were almost completely unnecessary. She could barely get the words out and when Lily spoke, it was almost a squeak. "Yes, please, Daddy," she was liquid, she was melting and he couldn't get her naked fast enough. As long as she had waited, it seemed that it must have been forever and now her pleasure had built up to be almost painful. It was almost like the spanking, a welt of pain splashing across her body as a slow trickle of pleasure rushed down her thighs, all the way to the floor. Her Daddy made her so wet. She had tried to be good too and tonight when she was kissing David, she had responded as she knew she should. He was a handsome, young man, she should consider herself lucky and when he opened her blouse, she never refused him but she had stiffened. Daddy should be her first. If he wasn't so stupid, Daddy would see that he could have been her one and only and long ago as well but her father didn't seem to care, or so it had seemed. Now he was tugging her skirt down her long legs and stopped at her canvas tennis shoes, smiling as he untied them one at a time. It was familiar, her father had been the one to finally teach her to tie her shoes, it had taken a while and Lily had been impatient with the whole thing. She had resorted to waving at him and putting up a foot, watching her Daddy sink to his knees and place her foot in his lap as he tied them. "Don't tell your mother that I'm doing this for you," he would always say, rolling his eyes as if he had enough of waiting on her. Daddy's Special Kiss It had all been a farce, a facade, she knew it and so did he. Her father had always doted on her and once the tennis shoes were placed carefully, one at a time, on the floor beside her bed, the skirt was off and all that remained were a tiny pair of white, cotton panties. Her father stared, there at her center, the last bit of material, the last bit of a barrier between him and her virgin entry. "Lily," he said her name like a prayer, fervently, low, he repeated it as he reached for his tie and began to loosen it, "Lily, my love, take your panties down for Daddy. I want to see your beautiful, little pussy so badly." Lily was quick to do as he asked and raised her hips as she worked the underwear down, once her mound was uncovered, her father gasped and was quick about removing his shirt. She heard one of his shoes hit the floor as she moved one thigh up and her confession began. "Once I came home from boarding school, I never wore panties to bed," she tugged the little underwear down the other leg, opening her thighs wide for her father to see all of naked delights that waited there for him. "I was always hoping that maybe," it was her turn to watch him now, eyes on his body, something hot and needy was growing between her legs, her lips were spread open wide and it was impossible to keep them closed. "Maybe you would come to my room at night and touch me," the last words were more of a whimper than speaking. Daddy was only wearing his boxers and the opening at the front revealed his intentions. Her father wiped his chin, his mouth was watering for her and he hadn't even realized it until that moment and once he took off his underwear, his strong hands seized her by the hips and pinned her to the bed. "I couldn't sleep," his voice trembled, his dick was huge and the bulging head was almost purple and a rivulet of his want poured from the opening and dripped on her thigh, "I lay in bed, night after night, thinking of you." There was more, she could see it there, hesitating, and Lily wasn't sure if she would ever hear the rest or if she even cared because her Daddy had made his way down, down between her legs, curling his fingers around the outside of her thighs, prying her thighs apart which was really so unnecessary. Lily had no intention of refusing Daddy, she was starving, the need inside her was insatiable and finally quenching it, on his tongue, with her father's special kiss, was all she could think of. He licked her slowly. Lily lie back and closed her eyes as her father's tongue delved between her virgin lips and opened her up wide, just for him, just to taste and suckle and drink from her. He had found her clitoris, it was hot and erect and pointing, it felt as if it were almost thrashing, it was so desperate for Daddy's touch and one brush of his tongue along the underneath tip and clung to the sheet as her hips rose up to give him more. Lily cried out in ecstasy as he made a wet circle around her clit, sucking it just a little, just enough to bring her to the brink, then bringing his tongue down to her gushing entry and sliding it inside. Wetting his little girl, her father knew her body too well, he knew every inch and Lily's inner thighs trembled as he reached up with his left hand and began to knead her nipple between two fingers. His tongue matched the hand's rhythm on her bud, flicking it up and then around and drawing her in between his lips as she began to thrash her hips and ride the wave of ecstasy her father's mouth provided. "Daddy," she shuddered, the shiver inside was building, her clit was so big, she felt as if she might burst, her heart beating in her ears was all she could hear as she let go, "Daddy, I'm cumming." It had never been like that before. Of course, every other time it had been alone, with a toy and her imagination and if all of those times counted, then she had climaxed with her father a thousand times before. As it was, her hips rolled under him as her body melted, her splayed lips were open and her delicate, inner places were quivering as he plucked and kissed, licked and savored every sweet bit of his little girl's loveliness. He wasn't done, she could tell that he had just begun when her Daddy looked up and smiled, his mouth was coated with her virgin cream and he licked his top lip. "Lily, that was exactly how I imagined," he whispered as he moved from between her legs to mount her. "And I can't wait anymore, I can't wait to be inside you," he groaned and his big hand curled around the root of his enormous dick as he moved it along her crevice. Flicking the head against her clit, a splatter of her liquid covered the tip and he continued downward, toward her entry, his only goal at the moment. Lily scooted back, nervous for the first time, the sight of him was more than a little intimidating and she had heard some awful rumors about losing one's virginity. "Wait, Daddy," she cooed, putting her hand up, as if that would stop him. "Daddy, I'm a virgin," she touched his chest in the center and could feel the vibration of his heart in his chest. It was thundering, his want for her was coursing through every vein and it was apparent on his face, her father wasn't going to leave her bed until he had claimed her with his dick. Suddenly, he couldn't have looked more surprised. "Oh, baby," he lay on top of her, the head of his dick waiting there, the heat of their bodies pressed together was melding them together. "I didn't think you would still be a virgin," his eyes twinkled though, he was pleased, "I'll go slow, I promise." The kiss began again and Lily could have gotten lost in it, eyes closed, mouths open, tongues tasting and skin on skin, her hands in her father's hair, sighing into him as he gulped down her breath and gave her his own. The tip of his dick was there, touching her pussy and he eased forward to claim his prize. It burned, the heat between them was searing her flesh, stretching her, perhaps it might rip her apart and when Lily cried out and opened her eyes, pushing his chest back with her hands, she could see the look on her father's face. There was no stopping him and putting her small hands up was no defense. Her Daddy was going to fuck her, hard, deep, shattering her virginity and taking it for himself, her tiny womb would be flooded with her Daddy's semen when he was finished. She saw it all in his eyes and covered her mouth with her left hand instead. "That's it, Lily," he pushed forward a little more and she felt his shaft up against her wet walls, "my little girl, my gift, you'll never belong to any other man but your Daddy." He thrust a little deeper and Lily trembled against him, the pain was subsiding, he had opened her and she was covering his dick with her juices, "after tonight, you'll always be mine, Lily," he murmured and they began to move together. Now when Lily put her hands on his chest, she wasn't trying to stop him, she just wanted to feel her father's heart beat as she moved with him. Her calves were up against his ass, her thighs pressed along his, her father held her hands in his own and at first it seemed sweet. Then he held her hands and then her forearms to the mattress and she knew that he was holding her down. The slap of their bodies, together and apart, the hum of the bed springs as he fucked her deeper, harder, faster, her Daddy was holding her down as he took his little girl and Lily didn't know how she could love it any more than she did. Her pussy soaked him and her hips rose to meet every stroke. "Yes, Daddy, I'm all yours," she whimpered, "I'll always be yours." His dark eyes flashed when he told her in an authoritative voice, "your pussy belongs to me now, Lily. Every night," the bed thumped as he penetrated her deeply, as if for emphasis, "whenever I want it, I'm going to fill you with cock." She nodded and clung to him tightly, legs, hands, Lily hung on for dear life, her body was no longer her own and her father tensed inside her. "Yes, Daddy, please give me your cock. You know I always wanted it," she purred and curled her body around him. Her father roared, throwing his head back as he pumped in and out furiously, "oh god, your pussy is so sweet, like it was made for me." Lily felt the torrential burst of his fluid deep inside her core and she sighed as he filled her with pump after pump of his orgasm. The animal noises that came from him, the deep grunts, the howls, the flex of each muscle as he poured himself into her seemed to be only appropriate. He had mated with her, it was something necessary and completely natural that he should take his little girl like that, fiercely and totally. After all, she was a part of him, it made sense that her pussy might have been made just for him. The rest of her as well and he was still buried inside Lily when he whispered into her black nest of hair, "you are mine now, little girl." Lily only nodded and held her father close to her naked body. She didn't want to spoil this perfect moment, impaled on her daddy's dick, filled with his sperm, her cum on his lips and her legs wrapped tightly around him. She didn't want to ask even if she could hardly wait another moment to do exactly that. Lily wanted to blurt it out, what had changed, why had he given in and what had he been waiting for? It wasn't that long ago that instead of caressing his daughter's naked body, her father was praying for her immortal soul. And his own, most likely, she smiled in the dark, but that was because he loved her. "I am, Daddy," she confirmed it and decided that the questions could wait for another time.