****** Katie13 Volume Two by outtech@ozemail.com.au ******
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Katie13 Volume Two


"Dad?" Katie's quavering voice at the door broke Jim from his reverie, and
triggered all his protective paternal instincts.

She minced inside, wincing, blushing intensely, and taking incredibly short
steps, as though her skirt had tightened immeasurably on the way home from
school. He got up from the bed, fresh home from work himself, suddenly worried.
She looked somehow injured.

"Darling what's wrong?" He took a step towards her but she waved him away, and
stiffly sat down on the bed, alarmingly peeling her skirt upward as she did so.

"I got it stuck... inside me."

Then he saw the hairbrush. He couldn't see directly up her skirt but he could
clearly see the end of the bristling head. There could be no mistaking the
positioning of the brush and the way she had to lean right back against the bed
- the handle had to be deeply wedged inside her vagina.

A brief battle of protectiveness, worry, arousal (quickly suppressed) and
curiosity occurred in Jim's mind, before curiosity swept the others away.

"How?" He heard himself ask in tones he hoped were incredulous.

However impossible it may've seemed, she blushed even more, and as she looked
up at her father, tears began in her eyes.

"I was touching myself, and I wanted..." her voice failed her momentarily - she
was clearly wracked with shame at having to say this to him.

"I wanted something inside me, so I took the brush and pushed it in but..." she
paused again, looking out the window into empty space.

"It's... caught somehow, and it hurts and I can't get it out."

Another purely mental debate raged, during which worry made a stunning
comeback.

"I'll call a doctor." He turned to the bedside phone.

"NO! AH!" Her cry of protest turned to pain as she tried and failed to stand
up, impaled as she was. Jim turned back to his daughter in time to see her lie
back down, tears fairly streaming down her beetroot red cheeks.

"Katie darling what do you want me to do?" Worry was on a roll. Katie took a
deep breath before answering.

"Help me get it out." Her voice was so plaintive, so desperate, and she was his
daughter. He had no desire to put her through the embarrassment of a doctor's
surgery or a trip to a hospital if it could be possibly avoided.

"I'll try."

She lay back on the bed, her tearful eyes staring at the ceiling, and opened
her legs as wide as her skirt would allow. He placed one knee on the bed right
beside her and reached for the end of the brush. It moved slightly against his
hand the moment he gently grasped it, and her breath came in sharply. Her
vagina had clenched as her father's touch was transmitted down the brush.
Slowly, he began to pull. Her face screwed up in pain, and tears ran straight
out from her eyes to her delicate little ears. Then she screamed.

"UUUGH!" It sounded like she was giving birth. Her eyes bugged out of her head
and she arched her back as though she was being disemboweled. Her legs thrashed
and her arms flailed, and Jim's courage failed him. He tried gently pushing it
back in - it had only come out perhaps half an inch - and instantly she relaxed
onto the bed again.

"I'm calling a doctor!" He reaffirmed.

"NO!" Once again his paternal concern for her broke his resolve immediately -
or perhaps arousal was sneaking back in.

"But baby I don't know what to do and I can't see and you're really badly
hurt."

"Please daddy not a doctor, I'm already so embarrassed. At least look..." she
trailed off, then reached down to unfasten her skirt.

"Are you sure?" Worry found itself hemmed in by curiosity, arousal (quickly
suppressed) and protectiveness, all allied.

"Yes." She sounded quite unsure, but something in her pleading eyes drew him
on. He brushed aside her skirt, and it fell away either side of her hips. She
wasn't wearing underpants.

It had been four years since he'd seen under her panties, and now he saw for
the first time his daughter's glistening triangle of dark-gold curls, that
darkened towards the center over her slit, where they were damp from her
precious arousal.

The hairbrush's light wooden head protruded obscenely from her vaginal opening,
the handle clearly buried deeply inside her vagina. She looked up at him from
the bed, and opened her legs. He knelt between them and once again took the
hairbrush in his hands, feeling the soft curls of her pubic hair bush against
the edge of his fingers. He pulled.

"AAAAAAH!!" Came the scream again, this time high pitched, her knees banging
into his hips, her hands clutching at her vagina, and this time the groaning
and shuddering only stopped when he pushed it back in, relinquishing the inch
or so he'd gained.

She lay back, panting, covering her womanhood with her small hands, and he just
looked down at her, wondering what to say.

"look." She said simply, and to his shock, moved her palms away from her mound,
and spread her cunt open with her fingers, opening her legs again at the same
time.

She opened up like a flower, her petals wet, angry red, and beckoning. Wetness
glistened from her vaginal opening, where it darkened the brush's wood, to her
clit hood, where her delicate little fingers had stroked her into arousal.

He pulled again, this time as gently as he could, ignoring her wince and muted
gasp, and noted how her vagina clearly gripped at it, her natural lubricant
probably spread too thin down the handle shaft to be of any help. He stopped,
let go, and looked up at her face again. He read the confusion there, the pain,
the fear of further embarrassment...

And arousal won.

"When you're excited," he explained "your vaginal muscles relax, and you
produce lubricant which is intended to help a man's penis slide into you, but
in this case helped the brush."

She digested this in silence, blushing again.

"I've no idea how the brush could've got stuck, I've never heard of anything
like it happening. By the sounds of it you've half broken your hymen and it's
caught on that - somehow. We really should take you to a doctor..."

"NO!"

"But we can try arousing you again and seeing if relaxed muscles and more
lubricant will help - if you prefer that."

She just nodded, and he looked away.

"I wont look, just close your eyes, relax, and touch..." it was his turn to
trail off.

But he couldn't help looking, out of the corner of his eye at first. She looked
so impossibly small and slim to be doing it. Her hips had only a hint of the
breadth of womanhood, and her breasts were small - blatantly halfway between
child and woman. But the way her delicate fingertips brushed teasingly over her
mound, gently probing into her cleft, brushing down that tender valley,
touching at the brush handle, gliding back up, wet, to her clit, where a lone
finger massaged her moisture in... It was as sensuous and womanly as Jim had
ever seen his wife do it, and made all the more obscene and erotic that it was
a thirteen year old girl - his own daughter - that gave him the display.

He watched, almost in a dream, noting how her labia swelled, how she opened up
and reddened, how the moisture at her brush handle pooled, and how the pool
grew. Then he remembered that he had a role to play here too.

The brush moved much more easily now; the girl's small vagina had definitely
loosened it's grip somewhat, and he found that if he worked it in and out
minutely, it spread her tiny flow of vaginal lubricant along the handle. He
widened the strokes, slowly.

Her breath came no longer in grunts and gasps, but deep sighs. Her other hand
stole across to her chest - she seemed to have forgotten that her father was
there at all - and as she gently teased her breasts, a soft smile began at her
lips. She looked to be dreaming too, her eyes closed, her face relaxed, and
that smile.

A wet sound, and the brush came free in his hand.

"AGGGH!" she sat bolt upright, and fairly jumped into his lap, clutching at
herself. "PUT IT BACK!"

There was so much pain in her voice, and it was such a cruel contrast to her
beautiful posture a moment before, that he gave in. Quickly finding her vaginal
opening with his fingers (she was kneeling astride his legs, yelling, clutching
at herself and shaking, which made this difficult) but before he could push the
brush handle back in, her clasping hands grabbed his own, and in one back
arching shunt, she impaled herself on two of her father's fingers.

In the abrupt quiet that filled the room the instant her painful moans stopped,
Jim heard a clattering sound, realized it was the brush hitting the floor, and
wondered how he could've dropped it. Sensation returned. First the sheer heat
of her cunt, and the crushing pressure on his fingers, then the hardness where
her bodyweight pressed his hand into his lap that told him that he was erect...
Then the wetness between his fingers, between his palm and thumb where some of
her fluid had trickled out...

She leaned back, still holding her father's hand in place, pushing her hands
against his chest to steady herself, and looked into his eyes. That little
smile was back.

"I... I guess you've pulled a muscle or something, I can't... feel anything..."
he broke off when Katie leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips. He knew he
should somehow be pushing her away, but her scent - suddenly so close, so
beautiful and feminine, yet impossibly sexual - filled his mind. When his
senses returned he tried to push her away but one hand was pinned under her by
her weight and the other seemed to be incapable of applying any strength.

"KATIE! For god's SAKE stoppit!" His voice sounded unconvincing, even to
himself, but it was firm. Keeping her face close to his, her beautiful eyes
stared into his own, and her delicate hands were grasping his shirt as she
replied.

"I think I HAVE pulled a muscle, and the only way to help with that is to
stretch and massage it."

'Stretch, and massage this hot, wet, tight little vagina... what a lovely idea'
Jim recognised his penis's voice, and luckily it was only speaking in his mind.
He paused for a fatal moment before beginning to talk. A fatal moment because
it allowed the girl enough time to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Her dexterity
and speed was something of a shock - he hadn't noticed her activity until it
was complete. Her wicked smile was another shock, as she abruptly shoved the
shirt off his shoulders and pulled it down his arms.

He leaped into action at last, far too late. Trying to stand and push her off,
he found his arms were limited in forward motion by his shirt, which held his
elbows at a set distance apart behind his back. This allowed the girl both time
to wrap her naked legs around his waist, and leverage to keep his right hand
pinned against his groin by hers, and held in place by her vaginal impalement
on his fingers. He twisted, trying to pull his hand away, and succeeded, but
her resulting screaming, kicking reaction unbalanced him, and he fell back on
the bed, feeling her 'fuckme' boots dig into his back.

Anyone who's tried to take off a long sleeved business shirt without first
undoing the cuff buttons at the wrist would be aware of the predicament Jim now
found himself in. The problem is that you simply cannot pull the shirt off -
it's caught at both wrists, and if you try, you simply turn it inside out which
makes the buttons inaccessible. This is exactly what happened, and his attempts
to extricate himself became all the more frantic and panicked when his daughter
began scrabbling at his belt buckle and fly...

"I need something inside me!" she groaned "My vagina needs stretching!" his
cock came free in her hands, rock hard, and much bigger than the brush...
bigger than her brother's cock too, but this had no effect on her
uncontrollable need for sex.

He realized that he'd lost - he could only raise himself to elbow height off
the bed with the girl pinning him, and he had no hope of getting his wrists
free in time to prevent what came next. In that instant, Katie pushed herself
against his cock, her moist slit slid right up it from the base, wetting it
from base to tip in one move, and he felt her pubic hair tickle him, the heat
of her cunt, the wetness, and just as she poised her vaginal opening on his
cockhead, he caught the wicked smile from her that told him the whole thing had
been a trick - that she was in no pain at all. Possibly the only truth she'd
given him had been delivered moments earlier - she needed her vagina
stretched...

An entirely new kind of moan erupted from the delicate young girl as she
impaled herself on her father. He watched in fascination as his broad six
inches disappeared into her expanding sex with a resounding wet sound. She
arched her back lewdly, rolling her hips, her wicked smile fully betraying her
lust now, as she began to fuck her daddy.

She was unbelievably tight, burning hot, and raining wet. She was a vampire
bitch cackling over her victim's body, a triumphant temptress, and the most
loving daughter any man could have. As she saw him resign himself to fate,
letting his own lust meet hers, her thrusts became the gentle slide-glide of
mutual lovemaking.

She unbuttoned her school shirt, rocking on his cock in time to his own thrusts
now, and let it slip to the floor. The pure white of her cotton bra stood out
briefly before it joined the shirt. Her breasts, although small, were soft and
wonderful, her nipples hot little buttons that pressed against and caressed his
chest. Without warning, he found his hands free to roam over her lithe, tender
form, and he knew that somewhere in the fever dream she'd undone his wrist cuff
buttons.

Katie discovered, at the hands of her father, for the first time the pleasures
of slow lovemaking. He was so much gentler than her brother, and took his time,
slowly bringing her off with caresses and kisses and long, controlled
penetration. He had the stamina of a mature man, and proved it.

Presently, her breathing switched to a pulsed, gasping shudder as her first
orgasm rippled through her. He smiled and kissed her neck, relishing her
vagina's rhythmic clamping around his cock. Gently holding her by the waist -
his hands almost met across that tiny little tummy- he lifted her off him to
the side, then rolled on top. Deciding that his duty as a lover and to the
reputation of mature men worldwide was fulfilled, he got right down to the
business of fucking his little daughter's brains out.

His first explosive, grinding thrust made her bite her lip in pain. Her first
genuine vaginal pain of the day.

"So you like to seduce, deceive and fuck daddy?"

"I like to seduce, deceive and fuck daddy." Her simpering, mocking, adorable
voice drove him over the edge, and he wrathfully began to pound her cunt.

"AH!" she cried

"Your vagina needs stretching? You want it massaged?"

He thrust powerfully into her, with all the strength of his abdomen, hips, and
legs, stretching her to the limit, clenching the correct muscle group that made
his cock throb once, expanding briefly in size inside her, smiling back at her
satisfied little shriek.

"You wicked little SLUT!"

He grasped her wrists, pinned her and began to fuck her seething cunt with his
whole body, switching muscle groups to keep up the relentless pounding.

"This! Is! For! Lying! To! Your! Father!"

"Ow! OW! Uh! Ah! AH! UH! AAH!"

He could hear her little cunt slurping as his cock dragged out and squelching
as he rammed it back in, and watched the pain and pleasure play across her
serene face, her closed eyes belying her twisted open mouth's cries.

He sensed that she was approaching orgasm again and switched rhythms to confuse
and tease her body, satisfyingly noted the flash of annoyance in her blinked-
open eyes, which vanished when he resumed fucking, harder, in the new rhythm.

"When! You! Are! A! Bad! Little! Bitch! I! Will! Punish! Your! Wicked! Little!
Cunt!"

"OW! OW! OW! UWH! UUH! AAH! AAGH! AH! UH! UHH! AH! AHH! AH! AAAGHH!"

With that, Katie exploded into orgasm, gasping, tearing at his back with her
fingernails, kicking, shuddering, grunting, fucking herself down onto his cock,
and pulsating her cunt around it. He felt his own come building up to fever
pitch, held it in and held it in until the tension mounted faster than he could
gather willpower and he began exploding white-hot streams of semen into his
thirteen year old daughter's womanhood.

He was up to his third squirt when his wife burst into the room, and the real
screaming started. He couldn't pull out, in the middle the most titanic orgasm
of his sexual career, paralyzed and terrified, staring up at her as his hips
convulsively bucked, blatantly fucking his daughter in front of her appalled
mother's shell-shocked face.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?," Jane screamed (she hadn't used a swear word since
high school) "I can't FUCKING believe this!"

Jim regained control of his body, and leaped off Katie, his engorged cock
dripping semen from the end and slick with the cunt juice of their thirteen
year old daughter. He turned to his wife, in time to see her foot flash out and
connect with his testicles at full speed. Once again he lost control of himself
and collapsed in a groaning heap on the floor.

"Katie get your things and go to your room." Jane's voice was deadly,
terrifying, and Katie obeyed immediately, closing the door behind her.

Jane looked down at her husband with utter disgust.

"Of all the low, loathsome, detestable, vile, repulsive, obscene, repugnant,
revolting, nauseous acts of depravity, this takes the cake. Spread your legs."

He looked up at her, disbelieving, stilled curled up and clutching at his
groin.

"Spread them or get a divorce."

Katie staggered into her room and closed her door, just in time to nearly block
out the sound of her father screaming again. She ached all over, but mostly in
her cunt. She couldn't keep her legs closed without tears starting in her eyes.
It took her five minutes to get her clothes back on, during which time a great
deal of screaming from her mother could be heard, and some high pitched
pleading from her father.

Presently, it stopped, and a moment later her mother knocked.

"Come in" Katie was close to wetting herself in fear, and her voice showed it.
Jane ruled the household with an iron fist, and nobody crossed her if they
could possibly avoid it. The door swung open, and to her relief her mother
looked more haggard than anything else, and certainly not angry. At least not
with her.

"Did your father rape you?" Jane asked

Katie thought about her answer carefully. She knew better than to lie to her
career psychologist mother, but she was terrified of her anger. She looked down
at her feet, feeling very small.

"No." She sounded very small too.

There was a very long pause, before Katie gathered the courage to look up at
her mother again. Jane just looked back, worry and love in her eyes.

"Well, you can't be held responsible for what happened. Legally he raped you.
But there's obviously something else the matter here..." Jane's voice trailed
off. Then she seemed to make a decision, reached out and took Katie in her arms
for a long, supportive embrace. Then she led her out of the room.

"Where are we going?" Katie asked

"I'm taking you to a doctor - a psychiatrist actually, who specializes in
nymphomania."

End of part 2.

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