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Gifted


Wally Johnson never thought of himself as a 'freak'. When he was fully clothed
and kept his mouth shut, no one noticed anything unusual. Besides, it was his
body, and he's been used to it for over forty years now.

He only became aware of his slight abnormalities around puberty, age 12 in his
case, and incidentally while being preoccupied with sex education and porn.
Wally's penis, apparently, was long enough to hang down past mid-thigh. Wally's
tongue, also, was long enough to hang to the bottom of his chin. As he
feverishly learned more and more about the sexual culture around him, he
realized he was some kind of testament to nature's sense of humor.

Fully erect, his dick protruded like a short broomstick before him, almost
comically reaching an entire foot forward. However, the frequent arousals of
puberty that inflated the cock anywhere between rubbery-flaccid and rock-hard
were both painful and embarrassing.

His tongue, he discovered, could collect the ice cream from the very bottom tip
of a cone. Even though Wally had never even kissed a girl, he already sensed
that the rules of sexual contact would not apply to him like everyone else. It
was affirmed rather quickly.

His mother, then in her early thirties and still possessing abundant sexual
lore, became constantly worked up in his presence, particularly when they were
alone. When the circumstances finally allowed it, she took him naked, and
introduced him to almost every form of sexual pleasure, in one afternoon.

He could vividly remember the frantic desperation with which she fed on his
cock. She gushed saliva, and sucked up and down with the speed of a piston,
gripping him at the base like steel. She tried to take him so far down he
feared she would rupture her throat.

At that point, he was new to orgasms. He only had several, and couldn't make
clear sense of them. He feared they might be a disturbing symptom of his
abnormality perhaps. His mom changed all that. That day he exploded like a new
oil well, high into the air, and rained goo on his lap and his mother's head.
She looked as if she'd seen the light, and for those long hours, she hid his
inexperienced cock inside every hole she had. She rode, wrestled, and pounded
him until his balls shriveled from coming so many times.

They never did it again. With his dad around the chance wasn't there. Besides,
very shortly thereafter Wally started going after everything in sight. Girls
were fucked. Seventh graders in his class, about as soon as he could get them
into his room cherries were popped. Older girls too, even fifteen and sixteen
year olds. It wasn't a problem. He didn't look to be popular, admired, or even
a good student. Wally just secretly knew that if he liked a girl, and he had a
chance to talk to her, he could open her up. And they screamed. He hurt so many
of them with the big cock, being very young and naively trying to stick the
entire length up inside them.

When he reached high school, he mellowed out. He learned to use his tongue. At
that point, many girls kept coming back for repeat fucks. He had a ridiculous
amount of girlfriends coming and going. His dad pretty much stayed out of his
business, and his mom kept an almost fanatic posture of ignorance towards his
activities.

By college he had had it all; old, young, sexy, demure, submissive, initiating,
big tits, pretty faces, tight pussies, nimble hips, long legs, slippery
tongues, velvety lips, virgin anuses, everything! He started coming to terms
with the risks of sex and got more judicious. He was still a celebrity in the
underground network of campus kink, and still pleased many of the school's
fines coeds, but more levelheadedly so.

Then he got married. Helen gave him a good nineteen years of her life, and some
of the best sex he got, despite the previous excess. After several years
together, they had one daughter, Jocelyn. Wally was a father and a monogamous,
happy husband.

Six months ago, that came to an abrupt end. Helen was gone, after infidelity of
all things! That was just the smallest problem however, in a marriage that was
consummated for wrong reasons, and lasted probably longer than it should. It
appeared as if their cue to break up was Jocelyn turning fourteen and entering
high school.

Wally got to keep most of the custody, but lost the house. He took Jocelyn to
live in a two-bedroom apartment. The past six months since the divorce were
also his first chance to get laid with anyone other than Helen in two decades.
He didn't do it, however. The whole desire to fuck, or even be around women was
yanked out of him like a bad tooth. He almost felt queasy about it. Women his
age had the added effect of reminding him of his ex, which was all the worse.

Given time, and with the bitterness of divorce eroding, his libido started
healing. He still couldn't stomach having sex with anyone currently in his
social universe, though.

He remembered the forbidden sweetness of aggressively deflowering young virgins
after school. Terrified his parents would eventually intrude on him once he
couldn't keep the girl's screams under control. He never forgot how delightful
those girls were. They had cheerful pretty faces, and a sweetness still
unblemished by adult behavior. They were shy of their delicate bodies that
sometimes already blossomed with full female form, yet still held the defiant
firmness and tightness of youth. What treats!

He knew he would plunge into a sweet hottie like that as furiously now as he
did many years ago. Perhaps he would even allow himself to force his entire
cock down the chute again, making her yelp. After clearing his head with
masturbation, however, his sad predicament was exposed. He would never fuck
like that again. He couldn't possibly. He'd been there and done it all, and the
fact that his foot-long prick and five inch tongue could still prod through the
tightest of holes was a bitter irony. This was revenge for his former excess.

He was eons away from wanting to fuck mature women again, and the only sample
of a fresh virgin beauty in his universe was, unfortunately, his daughter. The
myth that hotties always had hottie friends was also shattered repeatedly, as
every friend Jocelyn brought home was a cringing visual disappointment to
Wally. He reverted to teen port with a vengeance, but that was it.

Unavoidably, the thought of sex with his daughter crossed his mind. It was
great fantasy material, but was light years from reality. They had a normal
father-daughter relationship that was sometimes cuddly but overwhelmingly
unsexy. To Jocelyn he was 'just-her-dad'. To him, she was a daughter, and
everything that went along with it; responsibility, emotional ties, concern,
obligation. Even though he let himself slip sometimes, and fantasize about her
while jerking off, he would end those sessions in a torrent of guilt and
discipline.

Wally wasn't getting anywhere. He needed some sex, the real good stuff. He
couldn't have come to this. His gifts could not become this desolate. Given
another month or so, the idea of fornicating with his daughter began to be
slightly less alien and unspeakable. Finally, he even admitted it to himself.
The problem was, Jocelyn appeared less sexually curious about him than an 80-
year-old nun. She hardly ever mentioned boys, or wore the skimpy stuff around
the house. She was just pals with her dad. It was almost a turn off.

One day Wally Johnson decided that if he wanted to fuck his daughter, he'd have
to approach her as he would any other girl. He'd have to forget the age
difference, the familial relation, and the fourteen years of good honest
parenting gone by. He was still the same person that seduced girls like her
with an enigmatic efficiency at puberty. So why not now?

Wally approached Jocelyn on a rainy Saturday afternoon, while she was painting
down in the basement. He sat her down on the tattered old couch that remained
since his early days with Helen, and pondered if his daughter could have
actually been conceived on this very piece of furniture. She listened to her
father with her customary politeness and affinity, and didn't feel the need to
conceal the size of her chest beneath the t-shirt, nor fold her legs tightly
underneath her. She was relaxed and comfortable.

Wally, on the other hand, was having difficulty. Not because he was staring at
delightful angel face with a very grab able body, but because he was
consciously thinking about how he ought to seduce her. He never did that before
in his life, and it wasn't going to work this time. Their chitchat was idle and
meaningless, and he could tell she started to feel a little strange after a
while. So, he just cuddled her, brought her head to his shoulder, and awkwardly
unzipped his fly.

It sprung out. It stood upwards full-length, naked and fleshy. He surrounded
her ear with his tongue, and looked for her response; a heart rate increase, a
reddishness, an escaped breath, a tensing. He looked for the familiar
subtleties of sexual acceptance or denial.

After lingering a few seconds, he tugged gently at the cotton of her t-shirt on
the small of her back, prying it away from the elastic waistband of shorts. He
was never much for foreplay, and had always penetrated girls rapidly, but his
daughter he needed to kiss, right now. His lips suckered her into a French
kiss, and his tongue filled her whole until she gagged.

She separated from him momentarily, coughing loudly and turning red. His dick
stood in the open, inauspiciously, like a red telephone pole. He was too
flustered to even ask if she was okay, and feebly patted her back. He suddenly
started laughing of embarrassment, until she finally joined him, once composed.
The next thing that happened was that she actually embraced him again. The rush
of adrenaline made his limbs feel numb and his heart like it would explode.

His dick had already realized what was coming, and flexed with eagerness.
Jocelyn let him peel her shirt off with comfortable consent, and they were
rubbing naked skin together in no time. Her breast pressed between them like
oversized balls of firm rubber, and were soon fondled, sucked, and titillated.

Her vagina was discovered for the first time by his feely hand, moist and
yearning. The shorts she wore disappeared, and her sheer panties were torn in
their place, for his excitement. His tongue replaced them at her cleft, and the
heavy moaning had already begun.

Wally realized it was the first time he felt a hymen with his tongue, and
marveled at how her opening clenched him like a ring of brass wire. He flicked
in and out of her with labor, licking the roughness of her g-spot with ease,
causing her to buck. He looked up at her. She was completely naked, and
twisting oddly on the couch with one arm around her head and lips pursued in
delight.

Fourteen years old! Wow... What a bombshell body she had. Skin so white and
perfect, curvatures so sinfully suggestive, nipples that pointed away from each
other and to the ceiling, sitting atop tall, proud mountains. Her pussy tasted
of sweet flesh and lubrication with a spicy tang that no food could replicate.
She was slippery and taut, and oh-so-unmercifully tight at the entrance. This
would be fun.

Her clit popped out, pink, swollen, and agitated. Wally toyed with it at the
tip of his tongue, at long range. It appears that her entire body was at the
mercy of the little clitty's whims. When Wally got bored he poked his tongue at
her anus. She nearly leaped of the couch involuntarily to his amusement. She
told him she was a virgin, softly, once he lay on top of her and she sensed the
nearness of his cock. Great concern broke the blissful expression she had so
far, for the first time. He could tell she was afraid of the size.

She shrieked at the top of her lungs, seven or eight times successively, before
her voice broke down to a hoarse gasp. Her face and chest became beet red and a
tear slithered down her temple. Her chest palpitated uncontrollably, while
gasps and sobs fought each other up her air pipe. Wally's face was twisted into
a tight red wince, teeth flashing. He was inside her to his pubic hair, pelvis
thrust far forward. Dark red marked the mating point of their loins. He held
her legs spread wide open as she continued to wail in agony.

Then he started pounding her. He fucked her for as long as he could,
desperately delaying his building urgency. It was long enough to get her semi-
comfortable beneath him, and in better control of her pain. But he released
into her a gallon of sperm at last, and it was the most enormous sense of
relief he had felt since exploding in his mother's face that day.

Afterwards he continued to use his daughter as a fuck-toy, no different from
what he'd always done. And she truly acted no different than the ones he was
with in the past. Her pussy wasn't the only place he made her bleed from that
day, and she had gagged on his cock and cum so many times she was starting to
get used to it.

Wally would not repeat the same mistake he made with his mom. He would fuck his
daughter as often as he possibly could. Truthfully, the rest of their
relationship didn't change that much. Their fucking was so self-sufficient it
existing in its own reality, very excessively so.

One day it dawned on him like a jackhammer, when he entered Jocelyn's room to
find her chatting with four other little teenage girlies. He'd never seen any
of them before, but their obvious beauty was familiar to him like his own
welcome mat.

They were suddenly there, in his house, as if his daughter could read his
wishes. When he stood at the door they all fell silent and stared at him
respectfully. He looked from one pair of eyes to the next and saw it in each
one. Without a word, he stepped to the short redhead with cleavage and tight
jeans and gripped her by the arm. She jumped to her feet, and smirked nervously
to her friends. She followed him. The four remaining girls, Jocelyn included,
slouched backwards onto walls and furniture, finding it pointless to speak.
Instead, each was cooing and gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought. They all
shuddered when they heard the bone-chilling screams from deep below the house.

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