Seducing Daddy (Mf)

Written by D. O. Mann (jaydoo2@netscape.net)

(This story is a work of fiction. All characters and actions portrayed are figments of the author’s imagination and are in no way related to real persons and actions.)

15-year old Cheryl Ann Porter was delighted to have been invited to the after school get together of local teens. Such gatherings were common among her school mates. At least once a week a group of kids from her school met at the house of someone whose parents were away. Mostly it was the popular kids -- the good looking boys, and the most popular girls who mostly seemed to not notice Cheryl Ann was even alive. So she had been thrilled at the chance to be part of the gathering -- thrilled even though she knew full well everyone there would be expected to play the game.

Earlier generations of teens played spin the bottle for kisses, but the game’s stakes in these modern times were much higher. These days when the bottle pointed to you, more than just a kiss was expected. Cheryl Ann had been told that players of the game drew slips of paper on which were written particular sex acts to be performed in front of the group. That didn’t matter to Cheryl Ann -- she was willing to do whatever it took to be a part of the scene. If playing the game was what it took to get at one of the boys interested in her, she was perfectly willing to do anything the boy wanted. She was tired of always being the “chubby” one -- the “heavy set one” -- who all the boys called “just a friend” while they spent all of their free time trying to get into the pants of girls more attractive than her. Well if someone at the party wanted in her pants, she would let him. She was tired of being a virgin. She was ready to be fucked, and to Cheryl Ann it really didn’t matter who did it.

As it turned out, Cheryl Ann’s sexual willingness meant nothing at all at the after school party. For an hour she had sat in bashful silence as each spin of the bottle pointed to other girls, and the boys did things to them. Each time, she secretly wished that it was her being felt up, or having her pussy licked or … yes … sucking on a boy’s cock. But when the bottle finally got around to pointing her way, the boy who had done the spinning didn’t even wait to find out what the slip of paper said. Instead, he had immediately laughed \and said he wasn’t gonna do anything such a fat bitch.

Cheryl cried the whole way on the walk home, and ran straight into her Daddy’s arms. And just like always, he embraced her closely and stroked her head, telling her that it would be all right. This was usually all it took to calm her down when she came home upset because one boy or another made some hurtful comment on her appearance. At such times all she needed was to have him just hold her and tell her that she most certainly was NOT ugly or a fatso or a geek, or whatever hurtful name she had been called. But this time it had been more than hurtful … it had been total humiliation … so total that as her father held her she could not keep it all inside. So she bared her soul to him, doing so in language that a father would never expect to hear from his little girl.

Sobbing throughout, Cheryl Ann told her father how she had come to be invited to the party … how she had been told that some of the boys there would not care how she looked if she was willing to do stuff. Using the most profane language, she sobbed that she had been ready to do anything they wanted…. let them touch her …suck their cocks for them …let them eat her pussy.

“I’d even let them FUCK me Daddy,” Cheryl sobbed as she looked up into her father’s eyes. “But they don’t want too cause I’m too fat.”

To say that Jim Porter was shocked by his daughter’s profane utterings would be very much an understatement. He had known this day would come -- the day when raising her without her mother would leave him to deal with his daughter’s sexual awakening. But he didn’t consider that it would be this soon. He held her in his arms, partly to comfort her, but also to gather his thoughts about what the hell he was going to say in response to her unexpected and unbelievably candid confession. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his mind from flashing images of his precious Cheryl Ann in bed with a horny boy, sucking his cock and letting him fuck her. Suddenly he felt her nipples harden against his chest. Immediately afterward he heard her gasp. And when he released her from his embrace, she turned and fled the bedroom.

Oh my GOD, Jim Porter thought. He was her FATHER! What kind of father got a hard-on holding his own daughter? But there it was, sticking right out in front of him. He had been laying in bed in his pajamas watching TV when she ran into his arms, and some time during their long embrace, his penis had become so erect it popped out the front of his PJs. And she had seen it … my God she had seen it!

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15-year old Cheryl Ann Porter lay on her canopy bed her Daddy had bought for her when she was only 10. She had since grown too tall for it, she still slept there. Her Daddy had given it to her, and that made it special because she loved him more then anything in the world.

But now she wasn’t sleeping. Instead she was lying back with her eyes tightly closed, trying to catch her breath as her mind reeled with the reality of what had just happened. All thoughts of what had gone on earlier in the afternoon -- the anxiousness before the party and her later humiliation there -- were gone from her mind. They had been replaced by what happened after, when she ran into her Daddy’s arms and unburdened her soul to him. Maybe that’s what made it happen, she thought. Maybe her use of nasty words had done it. That had to be it. That could make him get hard wouldn’t it? Or maybe he had been masturbating when she came home and she had surprised him at it.. She knew enough about guys jacking off to know that he probably did it sometimes. And she was pretty sure that once she had almost caught him doing it when she barged to his bedroom without first knocking. Both of them had been embarrassed then, with him quickly pulling up the covers and turning his back to her, and her blushing and running back to her own room. He had been masturbating right before she arrived tonight too. That had to be it.

Except maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was something else, something that had not occurred to her until just a moment ago … something that was causing her heart to pound in her chest at the very thought of it. Did her Daddy find her exciting in THAT way? Something had certainly made his cock big and hard … so big that it had popped out of his pajama pants in full view for her to see. He probably didn’t notice that she saw it, but she did see it, and now, God forgive her, she was in her bed unable to get it out of her mind.

Before Cheryl ann she had never seen a real cock. There had been drawings of cocks in the sex-ed books they used at her school, and she had long ago found a way around the parental controls on her computer and seen photographs and videos on the internet. But tonight she had seen the real thing, starting when some of the boys at the party had exposed their hard cocks to have girls touch them of suck on them. That had been exciting enough, but then later she had seen a grown man’s cock -- her Daddy’s cock -- and it was so much bigger than the boys cocks. And it was hard and it was …was …

“Beautiful” she whispered to herself as her mind painted a picture of her Daddy’s swollen cock poking out at her, its fat pink head dripping some kind of liquid.

Cheryl Ann sighed and reached under her skirt. She was wearing no panties, having removed both them and her bra in anticipation of what might happen with the boys at the party. Had her Daddy somehow noticed that and become excited? Probably not. But just the thought caused a shudder in her young body. Underneath her schoolgirl skirt her fingers found her still nearly hairless pussy and began stroking it gently.

“Beautiful!” Cheryl Ann whispered again as with her other hand she lowered the top of her dress and cupped one of her small budding breasts.

Her nipples were hard, and had been from the moment she had caught a glimpse of her father’s hard cock. She knew it was wrong, but just the thought of his beautiful cock now captivated her imagination, and she wanted so much to believe it was true. Did she really turn him on that way? Did he really desire her in a way that none of those boys did. And if he did …. if her really and truly did ….

“Oh Daddy”, she moaned out loud as she rubbed her cunt with more energy..

She was getting close now, her fingers rapidly tracing circles around and over her swollen clitoris. She slipped a finger into her pussy and felt the wetness there. Closing her eyes even more tightly, she threw her hips upward to meet her probing finger. Her Daddy’s cock was beautiful, she thought, and she made it get hard and he loved her and she loved him. And that thought, amplified by the lurid mental image of her father’s hard dripping cock sent Cheryl Ann over the edge into the most intense orgasm of her young life.

“Fuck me Daddy!” she said out as her body stiffened and shook and the throes of orgasm flowed through her young body, leaving her shuddering uncontrollably on her bed.

“Fuck me,” she said again, a whisper this time as the trembling subsided and she lay in the haze of satisfaction that always came after she masturbated.

Cheryl Ann had been doing it masturbating she was 13. The girls at school had talked about how they did it, and soon thereafter Cheryl Ann had locked her bedroom door and tried it for herself. It had felt good -- so good that now she did it almost every day, usually fantasizing about one of the boys at school -- boys that would never have anything to do with her except in her fantasies. But today was different. Today it was her own father she had fantasized about. Some girls might find such a thought revolting, but not Cheryl Ann. She had thought the unthinkable and she had cum harder that ever, imagining that her Daddy was fucking her.

Now, as she laid on her bed thinking about all that had happened this day, Cheryl Ann felt no guilt at all. Instead he thoughts were of her father, and how he loved her and how she loved him. At age 15, she was still a virgin, and could only imagine what it must feel like to have a hard cock insider her. But that in no way changed her desire. She had wanted to be fucked for a long time now, and had not cared much about who would be the first to do it. At least not until now. Now she knew that she wanted it to be her Daddy.

Cheryl Ann rose from her bed and changed her clothes, removing her schoolgirl blouse and skirt and putting on her favorite pink baby doll pajamas. She was growing sleepy, but her mind still raced with exciting thoughts her father, and deviously wondering what she could do to make her newfound fantasy come true.

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The next day was a Saturday and in the Porter household Saturday morning was a real breakfast morning. All week long, with school for Cheryl Ann and work for her father, breakfast was a hurried affair of cold cerial. But on weekends there was time to just relax and enjoy a decent morning meal. The dad and daughter alternated cooking, and this week it Jim’s turn to cook, which was a good thing because, after the events of the previous evening he might have been quite uncomfortable sitting there with nothing to do while his daughter prepared the food. If he was busy cooking he could avoid discussing what had gone on the night before. Maybe she wouldn’t bring it up, he thought as he put the skillet on the stove and prepared to fry the bacon-- maybe she was just as embarrassed as him. He had just about convinced himself of that when he heard her voice behind him.

“Good morning Daddy, Cheryl Ann Porter said.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he replied, his back still turned to her.

There was a long moment of silence between them before Cheryl Ann finally spoke.

“I’m really sorry about last night Daddy,” she continued.

He felt a cold shiver run down his spine at his daughter’s mention of the night before. How was he supposed to respond to her almost casual mention of it?

“Nothing to be sorry about honey.” he finally replied, trying his best to keep his hands from shaking.

Jim turned to face his daughter and his jaw dropped. On Saturdays she almost always came to breakfast dressed for the day, only occasionally coming to the table in a fluffy bath robe when she had showered beforehand. But on this morning, she appeared still in her nightclothes. To make matters worse, she was wearing her pink baby doll pajamas, the thinness of which barely hid her body from view. As she stood at the edge of the kitchen table, try as he may, he could not keep from looking downward to her body. The thin fabric clung tightly to her bosom and he could clearly see the outline of her girlish puffy nipples beneath it. As if that wasn’t distracting enough, the short pants of her pajamas fit so loosely that it was clear that she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath. And there she stood smiling at him, her innocent face flushed, as if she knew he had been examining her body. The two stood silently watching each other until he suddenly realized his cock was getting hard and quickly turned away, hoping that no bulge in his loose fitting trouseers had betrayed his excitement..

“Something wrong Daddy?” she asked as she pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.

“Nope,” he replied nervously. “Everything is fine.”

“Well, I just thought you might be mad about yesterday …. the things I said and all.”

“No honey. I’m not mad,” he said, desperately wanting to steer the conversation away from what had happened the night before

“Well I’m sorry anyway,” Cheryl Ann said. “I should never have used that kind of language to you, especially with being honest with you about how much I want to …. well, you know.”

“That’s OK honey, Jim said, “I understand.”

That’s wasn’t true at all, Jim Porter thought -- he wasn’t even a little bit understanding. The last thing in the world he wanted to think about was his daughter wanting to be as promiscuous as she had told him in tears the night before. She was his little girl, and although he knew that someday some guy was going to be fucking her, that day didn’t have to be now.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if Mom hadn’t left us,” Cheryl Ann continued. “Then I would have spmepne to talk about such things like the other girls do.

Jim struggled to keep his composure as tears welled up in his eyes. Yes, it would be better if the bitch hadn’t left him to be with her rich sugar daddy. Then last night would never have happened to Jim, and having his daughter in his arms would not have given him a hard-on that didn’t go away until he finally had taken it in his hand and jacked off.

“Are you sure you’re OK Daddy?” Cheryl Ann asked again.

“Just a little slow today,” he answered. “Maybe it would be better if you finished cooking breakfast.”

“Sure …. I can do that”

“Maybe you should go put your clothes on first honey,” he said. “You wouldn’t want to get grease on you favorite PJs.”

“OK,” she replied.

Jim Porter, kept his back to his daughter to hide the fact that his penis was now fully erect. He felt a sense of relief when she got up from the table and scurried out of the room. He quickly sat down at the table himself, scooting his chair underneath to hide the huge bulge in his trousers. It’ll go away before she returns, he thought. It’ll go away and we can have a nice breakfast together like always.

Except it didn’t go away. For when Cheryl Ann reappeared, she was wearing tight fitting low-cut jeans and a loose tee shirt that clearly showed that she had on no bra underneath. As he sat watching her from behind while she finished cooking breakfast, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her ass. The rest of her might be a little underdeveloped at age 15, but her ass had become nicely rounded and woman like. Jim couldn’t figure how that very trait didn’t interest the boys. They’re all too obsessed with tits, he thought. Well if there was anything his bitch ex-wife Mary had taught him, it was that an ample-assed woman is a pleasure to fuck, not in the least because their being a little deficient in other areas made them more open to the kind of kinky sex he so desired. Mary had given that to him -- all that he desired and more. Their separation and imminent divorce had nothing to do with the quality of their sex. It was all a matter of money and the fact that, unlike her new squeeze, Jim had little of that to offer. Even now after all the time she had been gone, the anger he felt about her leaving paled compared to the sense of loss he felt at not having her in his bed.

As turned out, when they began eating their breakfast, it was Cheryl Ann who changed the subject from the day before, telling him that she had decided to try out for the girl’s softball team.

“I would rather be a cheerleader,” she said, “But my body is …. well, you know. The other girls are just so much prettier, Daddy.”

“That’s not so,” Jim replied. “You’re just a pretty as any of them. You just need to grow up a little more honey.”

“Maybe your right. Anyway, I’m not gonna worry about it anymore. I decided that I don’t care if those boys don’t want to f…., I mean don’t want to do it with me. I don’t want them to anyway.”

“Well I’m certainly glad to hear about that.” he said.

Jim Porter inwardly sighed in relief that things seemed to have cooled down for the moment, even though he knew that the day could soon come when some lucky boy would be the first to fuck her. And if Cheryl Ann was anything like her mother, the boy would soon be in for the ride of his life, getting all that he desired. As he finished the last bites of his eggs and bacon, his mind swirled with not only images of the things he and his estranged wife has once done, but also images of his young blossoming daughter doing the same things with someone someday.

Damn! Jim thought as he realized how wrong it was to think of his daughter that way. Whatever course Cheryl Ann took toward her eventual sexual fulfillment, it was no business of his, and certainly not something a father should be thinking about -- or for that matter, even talking to her about. He needed help -- someone to talk to her about things. He was going to have to call Mary.

And with that thought in mind, Jim finished his breakfast in silence, only once looking up at his daughter. Her eyes were downturned, but he could swear that she was watching him and smiling.

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Cheryl Ann Porter kissed her father on the cheek before getting out of the car and heading up the front walk of her mother Mary’s luxury estate. Her mom had done all right for herself, Cheryl Ann thought. She had hurt her Daddy deeply by divorcing him to marry her new rich husband, but Cheryl Ann had to admit that her mother was happier than ever driving a new Mercedes instead of an old Ford, and wearing designer clothes instead of the latest WalMart fashions. She didn’t like her mother all that much, but she didn’t hate her. She was her mother after all. It could have been worse. She might not have given up custody to her Daddy, something Cheryl Ann didn’t even want to contemplate.

Cheryl Ann didn’t see her mother all that much, what with her mom traveling around the world seven months out of the year. This time three months had passed before her mom suddenly called this morning and asked her to visit, saying there was something they needed to talk to her about. That was just strange enough that Cheryl Ann had become curious and actually had looked forward to seeing her.

“Oh my baby,” Cheryl Ann’s mother cooed when she answered the door. “It’s so good to see you!”

Mother and daughter exchanged hugs and kissed, with Cheryl Ann being the less sincere in the display of affection. As always her mother was wearing too much perfume, the smell of which made Cheryl Ann a bit sick at her stomach. Her mother was such a tramp. Even now in the middle of the day with her 15-year old daughter coming to visit, she was dressed like a street whore in a tight fitting mini dress. Like her daughter, she had little in the way of breasts, but her nipples were clearly visible underneath the taut fabric of her dress. Unlike her daughter, the baby fat of her youth had given way to a flatter belly, wide hips and a large round ass that the dress barely contained. She’s not really that attractive at all, Cheryl Ann thought, not for the first time wondering how in the world such an ordinary looking woman could entice her slim handsome father or the filthy rich bastard she was married to now.

Mary closed the front door and guided her daughter into the kitchen where she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of wine and two chilled glasses.

“I’m gonna have me a little taste of the grape honey,” she said. “Would you like some too?”

“No,” Cheryl Ann said with a frown. “I don’t drink.”

“Really?”

“Yeah really,” the young girl said sarcastically.

“Sorry then. I just thought that …. Well when I was your age, I drank so….”

“Well I’m not like you.” Cheryl Ann said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh … Is that so?” her mother said nonchalantly, as if her daughter’s insulting tone meant nothing to her.

“Yep,” the young girl said, “because I never would have left Daddy like you did!”

“Well …. OK. But what the hell does that have to do with having a glass of wine?”

“Nothing I guess,” Cheryl Ann admitted, her sarcastic attitude softening.

“Well then, have a fucking glass of wine then! It wouldn’t hurt you to loosen up a little bit you know.”

Cheryl Ann was taken aback by her mother’s use of profanity, something she had rarely heard from her before. Somehow that broke some of the ice between them and, reconsidering, she grabbed the second glass and held it out for her mother to fill.

“That’s better,” Mary smiled, corking the bottle and walking toward the door. “C’mon sweety, let’s go downstairs. We can be more comfortable down there. Did you bring a suit.

Cheryl Ann did indeed have a bathing suit stashed in her purse. She had only been to her mom’s new house once before, but seen the hot tub and decided that she wanted to use it on the next visit. Visit’s with her mother were always so stressful; relaxing in the Jacuzzi might help relieve some of the tension between them.

Mary didn’t make any reference to going elsewhere to change, simply stripping naked in front of her daughter. Cheryl Ann stood wide eyed in amazement at her mother’s lack of modesty. Even more surprising was the fact that she had a tattoo of a smiling little devil just above her vagina, which was completely shaved.

“Well aren’t you going to change?” Mary asked her daughter. I don’t mind seeing you naked.”

“Cheryl Ann changed into her bathing suit as quickly as she could, keeping her back to her mother as she did. For some reason, she didn’t want her mother to see her body, so even after donning her suit, she quickly got into the tub.

Mary drained her glass and refilled it, bringing the half empty bottle with her as she joined her daughter in the tub.

“How ‘bout you honey,” she said. “You want some more wine?”

“Sure … Why not?” Cheryl answered, guzzling what was left in her glass and holding it out for her mother to refill it.

“So … do you know what I want to talk to you about?” Mary asked.

“I have no idea,” Cheryl Ann answered honestly. “Unless it’s to explain why you left.”

Mary seemed a little perturbed by her daughter’s sarcastic comment, and she looked at her for a long moment before replying.

“Well honey …. it’s like this. Having someone to give you a good fucking is great, but so is having money to buy nice things. I guess I just had to choose. Certainly you can understand that.”

Cheryl Ann cringed when her mother talked of fucking being less important than money. That was easy for her to say. She at least had someone to fuck her.

“But Daddy loves you Mom.”

“I know that honey. And I love him too, even if you don’t want to believe that. It’s just that he is never going to make a lot of money at his job … and there are things a woman wants … a nice place to live … nice clothes to wear.”

“Oh mom, I am sooo not like you!”, Cheryl Ann chuckled, her demeanor having been greatly softened by the wine her mother had given her. “I think I’d rather have a good fucking than all the money in the world.

Mary smiled at her daughter, as if she was pleased by what she had said.

“Which brings us to the reason I asked you over today,” Mary said. “Your father called me about what happened the other day.”

Were it not for the wine buzz, Cheryl Ann might have jumped straight up in the hot tub at hearing her mother’s words. But instead she stayed down in the bubbling water, her suddenly widened eyes the only clue to her surprise at learning of her father’s call. Why in the world did she have to tell HER about it?!

“Don’t be upset sweetie,” her mother continued. “He just thought it would be better to have me to talk to you about such things.”

“What did he tell you?” Cheryl Ann asked sheepishly.

“Something about you wanting to be fucked.”

Cheryl Ann’s alcohol clouded mind swirled in the intensity of the moment. Had he told her everything? Had he told her about her humiliation beforehand, or also what had happened afterward. Either way, it was not something she was sure she wanted to talk about with her mother.

“Well …. Anyway ….your father thinks that maybe you and I should have a mom-girl talk about sex,” Mary said “But if you aren’t in the mood for that…..”.

“Well what’s wrong with it?” Cheryl Ann blurted out suddenly after guzzling all the wine left in her glass.

“With what?”

“With wanting to …. you know …. wanting to be fucked.”

“Why absolutely nothing honey. It’s perfectly natural for a 15-year old to be horny. I was about your age when I lost my cherry.”

Somehow the thought of her mother losing her virginity as a teen had a calming effect on the Cheryl Ann. Maybe that was indeed something that should be talked about with one’s mother, even a mother who had abandoned her and her Daddy. She had seen pictures of her mother in her teens, and if anything, she was just as chubby and flat chested then as Cheryl Ann was now.

“How did it happen?” she asked her mother. “How did you get the boys to like you? You certainly didn’t have the sexiest body around back then.”

Mary again smiled at her daughter. She drained her wine glass for the second time, then refilled both their glasses before answering.

“Well honey, it ain’t just about your body you know.”

“Well what is it then?”

“Well before we talk about that, why don’t you tell me what happened to you the other night?

“Daddy didn’t tell you?”

“He just told me that you came home upset, talking wildly about wanting to be fucked. I’m sure that freaked him out honey. Fathers don’t think of their daughters that way. “

Satisfied that her mother was genuinely interested in her problems, Cheryl Ann told her all about what had happened at the party, and how humiliated she had been at being rejected.

“I was ready Mom ….. I really was,” she said.

“Was the guy good looking?” her mother asked.

“Yeah …. I guess so. But looks didn’t matter to me. I guess it did to him though.”

“Men can be that way sometimes. Especially when they’re young, they chase after the girls with slim bodies and big tits, not gals like us. So we have to find a different way to win their hearts.”

“Well I sure wish I knew how.”

Mary slid over to sit next to her daughter and kissed her on the cheek before continuing.

“OK,” she said. “The first thing you did wrong was be at that party in the first place.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. The last thing you want to do is put yourself in competition with better bodies than yours.”

“But I thought if I could become part of their crowd…”

“Yeah … that’s what I thought too, until I realized that there was no way I was gonna compete with those other girls.”

“So what did you do then?”

Mary paused for a moment, as if considering what to say next.

“OK,” she said. “Most men …. no ….ALL men love having their cocks sucked. And what they like even more is cumming in your mouth. There are few guys who wouldn’t trade in their sexy looking but prudish girlfriends for someone willing to get down on their knees and suck them off.”

“Is that what you did?”

“Absolutely. That and more. If a guy’s girlfriend didn’t like swallowing his cum I made sure he knew that I was willing to suck him dry. If a guy’s girlfriend was OK with swallowing, I’d offer to let him cum in my face. If all that wasn’t enough I’d dangle the possibility of letting him do me in the ass.”

Cheryl Ann blushed at her mother’s casual talk of anal sex. She imagined her mother as a chubby teen on her hands and knees letting some boy fuck her in the ass, and just that thought of that made her tingle down there. She squeezed her legs together tightly and felt a rush of sexual electricity drive upward into her belly, making her body quiver, something that her mother could not help but notice.

“Oooooh,,,,,All this talk of cock sucking and butt fucking is getting Cheryl Ann horny!” Mary teased her young daughter.

Cheryl Ann was more than just horny; the wine had her half drunk as well. And between that and suddenly thinking of HERSELF being fucked up the ass had her blushing profusely and breathing hard. She wondered if she would do such a thing, and quickly decided that she WOULD!. If it was the right guy and she wanted him to like her, she would do it and anything else he wanted.

“And it helps if they’re a little bit drunk honey,” Mary continued. “Or whatever it is that you kids do to get high these days.”

Cheryl Ann was a bit taken aback by her mother talking about getting high. She had smoked pot a couple of times herself and didn’t particular like it. But that had been with her girlfriends, and the conversation after smoking had turned to boys and sex, making her even more conscious of her own inability to get a boy to like her enough to do it to her.

“Well I don’t do drugs,” Cheryl Ann said. “So that won’t work for me.”

“Really?” Mary responded, surprised that her daughter had not at least smoked pot. “Well then you’ll have to find another way.”

“Another way to what?”

“Another way to get a guy to let his penis do his thinking.”

“Getting him drunk does that?

“Well, it helps,” Mary answered. “Especially if you dress the right way and drop hints that get him thinking about sex.”

“How do you do that?” Cheryl Ann asked.

“You dress in a way that shows off the best of you honey.” Mary said. “In our case that isn’t our little tits.”

“Yeah…..not anything there to show off there.”

“So we need to emphasize on our behinds. I’ve hooked many a hard cock with my ass honey, and with my pussy . And if I do say so, your ass is enough to tempt any guy, and I’ll bet that showing your tight little pussy would be even more tempting.”

“So I just show them my pussy just like that, huh?” Cheryl Ann said sarcastically.

“Well you have to be discrete about it. like maybe wear a dress with no panties underneath and when you catch a guy looking at you just spread those legs and show him what you’ve got down there.”

“Maybe,” Cheryl Ann said, “But I guess he’d have to be drunk too.

“Well like I said, that or something. I have heard that smoking pot makes guys horny. Maybe you should try that instead. ”

Having given her 15 year old daughter all the advice she cared to for the moment, Mary abruptly changed the subject of their conversation. They talked about the goings on at her school and what had happened in the neighborhood since Mary up and left. Through it all, Cheryl Ann struggled to be attentive to her mother’s questions about this and that. For her thoughts were elsewhere, ever the more occupied with the memory of her father’s erect penis poking out of his pajamas. The thoughts had been there ever since the night it happened, and had still been there when she arrived at her mother’s home today. But now there were other thoughts -- thoughts about how she could make it happen. She had come here today apprehensive about her mother’s sudden desire to see her. But now, as a plan formed in her young mind, she was so glad that she came.

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Cheryl Ann, her mother’s advice having given her confidence, became even more determined to seduce her father. She stopped wearing underwear altogether and found ways to “accidently” reveal that to her Daddy. Sometimes she wore a skirt or a dress. At other times it was short shorts and a loose top. In either attire, she found ways to reveal her body to him. When they sat watching TV after dinner, she sat facing him, with her legs open just enough for him to see her naked womanhood. At other times she bent over in front of him, giving him the opportunity to look down her loose fitting blouse at her tiny still developing breasts.

But the result was always the same. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him looking toward her. Sometimes she feigned sleep and watched him through mostly closed eyes. At such times and his gaze remained locked on her and more than once she watched him rubbed the inside of his thigh, where she could see the clearly visible outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. But whatever exhibition method she used, the result was always the same. Eventually her Daddy would abruptly excuse himself and rush off to his bedroom where Cheryl Ann assumed he masturbated. Masturbation was certainly what she did after each failed revealing episode.

Cheryl Ann’s mother had mentioned getting a guy drunk. But her efforts with Daddy went only marginally better when he was intoxicated. She began fixing him his favored Scotch and water after dinner, and encouraged him to have more than one. When that didn’t work, she had admitted to smoking pot and somehow convinced him that the two of them should smoke some together to bond as father and daughter. He stayed longer that night, maybe because she remained on the couch next to him instead of sitting on the other side of the room putting on the usual show. Cheryl Ann used that opportunity to pretend to fall asleep right next to him and in faking sleep, rustle around enough so that all of her below the waist was naked right next to him.

But nothing worked. She knew she excited him -- the bulge in his pants made her certain of that. But the inevitable result was that he would rush away to his room. She once tried to sneak upstairs behind him to watch him do it, but his door was always closed and she was afraid that she could not open it without being heard. The best she could do was lie in her own bed in the next room and masturbate herself, her eyes closed and imagining him doing the same thing on the other side of the wall that separated them. She began to wonder if that was always going to be the limit of what they did together -- the limit of her incestuous fantasy. But she never stopped wanting more.

After over a month of her failed enticement, fate led Cheryl Ann along a path to more drastic action. It started when she overheard two girls at school talking about how some boy had slipped her the notorious date rape drug, and how it had totally immobilized her but left her fully aware when he fucked her. The girl didn’t seem at all that upset about it, and in fact bragged of having a huge orgasm while essentially being raped. That planted a seed in Cheryl Ann’s head that drove her to seek some of the drug, and after great effort she eventually was able to procure some of it from a trusted friend.

One fateful evening she slipped the drug into her Daddy’s second Scotch of the night, and not soon after -- probably when he first felt the effects of the drug -- he hastily retreated to his room within moments of her usual exposing herself to him. The next 30 minutes seemed an eternity to Cheryl Ann, as she waited for what she hoped it would be enough time for the drug to do its work. When she quietly crept upstairs to his room, what she had found there confirmed that the drug had indeed done its work, as well as confirming her assumption about his masturbating, for he was lying on his bed naked and a large pool of semen on his belly. Her hearted pounded and her puffy nipples hardened as for the first time she saw her father completely naked. His penis was flaccid, making her both gratified that she had excited him into masturbating, and worried that he might not be able get it hard again before the drug wore off. She had read on the internet that older men had trouble getting hard again after cumming. If he was one of those guys then all that she had done to entice him would be for naught. He had to be hard to fuck her, and she desperately wanted him to do that.

At first she thought he was asleep, and she briefly considered whether to try to awaken him. But then his eyes opened on their own and he was looking directly at her. He didn’t move, just laid the there watching her, a look of panic in his eyes. Certainly he is afraid she thought -- who wouldn’t be if they were paralyzed. For a moment Cheryl Ann felt guilty about what she had done. But the guilt quickly passed, and without further hesitation she did what she had imagined doing ever since she had devised her desperate plan. All she had on was a dress with nothing underneath, and after quickly removing it over her head and tossing it aside she stood naked before him. She saw his eyes change from a look of desperation to another look -- a look that sent tingles down Cheryl Ann’s spine.

“Here I am Daddy,” she said, her voice trembling from the excitement she felt. “Do you like seeing me this way?”

He didn’t answer -- he couldn’t in his drugged state. But his flaccid cock gave its own response, growing thicker and longer as he stared at his daughter’s naked body. She stood there for a moment and watched her father’s cock continue to grow, before moving to the side of his bed and taking his swelling penis in is hand.

“Am I making you hard Daddy?” she said. “Does seeing my body make you hard? I know it does. I know you like what you see.”

Cheryl Ann kept her hand on her father’s cock, reveling in the feel of the hot flesh against her hand. Her heart beat faster as she gently pumped it with her hand and it continue to grow. How often she had fantasized about this moment, she thought. How often had she imagined seeing all of his cock, not just the swollen tip she had seen on the night when all this started. But the reality of the moment was far better than her fantasies. Her Daddy’s cock was more beautiful than she had imagined -- longer and thicker and, after a minute of her incestuous caressing, almost fully erect. Daddy was certainly not one of those guys, Cheryl Ann thought. For he was getting hard again, even though less than an hour had passed since he masturbated.

Cheryl Ann let go of her father’s cock and moved to lay on the bed next to him, pressing her naked body against his. His cock became even harder than before, with bluish veins appearing along the rigid shaft and the head turning from gentle pink to fiery red. He groaned as a drop of clear liquid oozed out of the tip and dripped down the swollen head.

“What do you want Daddy?” she asked. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

Sucking her father’s penis had often been in Cheryl Ann’s masturbatory fantasies. She had imagined doing it ever since hearing her mother’s advice about how men loved having their cock’s sucked. In her fantasies she imagined sucking on it till it got hard before he fucked her. But now her Daddy’s cock was already hard -- hard enough that all she had to do was mount him. Still, she had an overwhelming desire to take it into her mouth, and with her mother’s words in mind, she wanted to give him all that a man desires,

“I want you for fuck me Daddy,” she whispered in her father’s ear. “But first I’m gonna do this….”

With that pronouncement Cheryl Ann went down on her father. At first she was barely able to get her mouth over the bulbous head, but once that was accomplished she was able to take better than half the cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on the hot rigid shaft, sucked noisily and reveling in the feel of the cock filling her mouth. No more fantasies, she thought, Now she was really sucking her Daddy’s dick. Just a thought of that triggered a quivering sensation in her loins and she could feel the wetness that had been growing inside her seep out of her vagina and drip down her thigh.

And then it happened, and Cheryl Ann’s incestuous plan ended in a gut wrenching failure. She had been sucking her Daddy’s cock to less than a minute when he spoke for the first time.

“No!” he mumbled, as if struggling to get the words out. “Not this way….”

By now Cheryl Ann’s own excitement made it impossible for her to consider her father’s apparent objections to what she was doing. She had imagined this moment for so long and she was determined to carry on. So instead of backing off, she sucked more voraciously on his cock. The effect on him was immediate. He grunted loudly and seconds later ejaculated, filling her mouth with a thick load of sticky pungent semen that came close to choking her.

“Oh no! NO!” she screamed as she spit out the spewing cock.

Cheryl Ann desperately hoped her fathers cock would remain hard enough for her to complete her incestuous plan. But in the 10 seconds it took for her to get astride him, his spent cock had lost almost enough of its rigidness that it bent in half when she mounted him desperately tried to lower her wet cunt onto it. Again and again she tried, but it was to no avail. Finally she gave up when his cock was again as flaccid as it had been when she first entered the room.

Cheryl Ann was devastated at this latest failure, Now the likely consequences her failure filled her head, and to her frustration was added the certainty that what she had done was going to make her Daddy very angry with her, With tears flowing she could do nothing other that flee his room and await the inevitable reckoning.

“I’m sorry Daddy, she said, kissing him on the cheek before leaving. “Please don’t be mad.”

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Cheryl Ann lay in her bed with one hand caressing her breasts, while the other was down between her legs. Her final attempt to seduce her father had ended miserably, and she had tears in her eyes as she dealt with the reality that the failed effort had not only left her crushed emotionally, but hornier than she had ever been in her life. Masturbating had been a three times a day thing lately, with each failed attempt to seduce her father leaving her wetter down between her legs and needing relief. Tonight the need was much worse than before.

Tonight, wanting her Daddy to fuck her had driven Cheryl Ann to do the unthinkable -- to drug and then essentially try to rape him. Her incestuous longing had driven her to the most extreme measures, and with those measures now all for nothing, she was left feeling both scared and empty inside-- empty because her last most desperate attempt had failed; scared because she would soon have to face his anger at what she had done. But none of that mattered right now, Cheryl Ann thought sarcastically. Like many times before, what mattered at the moment was dealing with the awful aching between her hips -- the always unsatisfied longing to be penetrated down there. She had to make it go away. She had to CUM!.

Lying on the bed with one hand down between her legs, Cheryl Ann fucked herself with her small fingers. Her first orgasm came quickly, as did the following two. Each time she raised her hips up to meet her imaginary Daddy’s thrusts into her. Usually cumming three times was enough quench her desire. But tonight, shoving her tiny fingers up her cunt did not relieve the longing, for two tiny fingers cannot reach far enough into her to break what she wanted broken this night. She didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted her Daddy to be the one to so it. But if Daddy wasn’t going to be the one to take her cherry, she would just have to do it herself.

A large handled hair brush lay beside her on the bed. She had grabbed it upon entering the room and put it beside her at the ready for when she needed it. The handle was long enough to do the job, although it was not nearly as big around as her Daddy’s cock. Her Daddy’s beautiful cock, she thought -- it had felt so hard and hot in her hand and mouth.. She had wanted it so bad -- wanted it to be inside her. Cheryl Ann closed her eyes and imagined herself laying on her back with legs spread and her Daddy moving toward her from the foot of the bed, bare naked with his erect penis standing straight out in front of him. The mental image sent a signal up her spine. She was going to cum again soon. She felt around beside her and grabbed the hairbrush.

“Fuck me Daddy,” she whispered as she positioned the handle of the brush at the entrance of her vagina. “Please Daddy! FUCK me!”

As she felt her orgasm approaching Cheryl Ann gently eased the brush handle into the opening of her vagina while at the same time continuing to rub her red swollen clitoris with the middle fingers of her other hand. Tears rolled down her cheek as considered what she was about to do. She closed her eyes tightly and imagined her Daddy between her legs. Her arm stiffened as she prepared to shove the handle of the brush into her cunt.

“NO! OH GOD NO!!!”

It was the voice of her father from behind, and upon hearing it Cheryl Ann quickly tried closing her legs to hide what she was doing, but was unable to do so before her Daddy wrenched the brush out of her hand and tossed it aside. As if everything that had happened so far was not enough, now Cheryl Ann was humiliated by her Daddy seeing her getting ready to fuck herself with a hairbrush! Crying hysterically, she grabbed the bedcovers and pull them up over her head.

“Don’t cry honey,” her Jim Porter said softly. “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m so sorry Daddy.” she sobbed, the covers still over her head. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Nothing to be mad about honey. Nothing at all.”

“Really?” Cheryl Ann replied, pulling the covers down to face her father.

“Of course not. I could never be mad at you. I love you.”

“So you’re not mad about ….well ….you know.”

Jim Porter did not respond, and in the absence of a response Cheryl Ann suddenly realized that her father was still naked. And more than that, his penis was about half way erect, even after cumming not an hour before. Unable to resist the urge, she reached out and took it in her hand.

“That feels so good honey” Jim Porter whispered.”

Father and daughter stared at each other for a moment. Cheryl Ann kept fondling her Daddy’s swelling cock while with the other hand she pushed down the covers to reveal her naked body to him. She looked into his eyes and saw no anger there, and began to consider what moments before had seemed impossible. She knew he loved her. But did he love her enough to give her what she wanted -- what she NEEDED? Was he willing to participate in an incestuous affair with his own daughter? For a brief moment she considered just asking him. But before she could do that, he had his strong arms under her lifting her from the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek as he carried her off in the direction of his bedroom.

Finale

Cheryl Ann laid naked on her father’s king size bed, her heart beating fast as he laid down bed beside her. He’s going to fuck me, she thought. All the waiting -- all her fantasy driven attempts at seduction were mercifully at an end. How many times had she imagined this moment. How many times had she closed her eyes and let the images play in her head -- images of herself naked before him with open legs -- images of her Daddy putting his beautiful cock into her.

“I love you Cheryl Ann,” Jim Porter whispered in his daughter’s ear.

“I love you too Daddy,” she said as he embraced her and she felt the heat of his now fully erect penis against her thigh. “ I’m so sorry for……”

Cheryl Ann’s daddy fantasy had never included was how he would kiss her. But that’s what he did now, cutting her off in mid sentence. It was not at all a Daddy kind of kiss. Instead he kissed her as a lover would, forcing his tongue into her mouth and sucking hers into his. She found herself naturally responding as any woman would, wrapping her arms him and holding him tightly. Her body quivered as she felt his nakedness pressed hard against her. By the time their kiss ended her breathing was ragged and her heart was pounding.

“Do it to me Daddy,” she whispered, reaching down to grasp is hard cock. “Fuck me!”

“No honey, don’t’ do that” Jim Porter said, pushing her hand away from his erect penis. “You’ll make me cum.”

“But I want you to fuck me,” she pleaded. “Don’t you want to?”

He did not answer. Instead he began to softly caress her trembling body while planting gentle kisses on her face and neck. Cheryl Ann shivered and moaned as she felt her father’s warm hand gently rubbing her belly. His kisses moved downward until his mouth found her breasts. She sighed deeply as she felt his warm mouth on her girlish breasts. Her normally puffy little-girl nipples were now fully erect as her father gently sucked each one into his warm mouth, moving back and forth between them, sending bolts of ecstasy through her body.

“Ooooo Daddy!”, she sighed. “That feels so good.”

As if his daughter’s reaction was a signal to take things to the next level, Cheryl Ann’s father began sucking more aggressively on her girlish tits, hungrily nursing, nibbling and biting each one. His warm hand on her belly circled wider and wider until his fingers found the lips of her vagina. She moaned at his touch, arching her hips upward to press her swollen clitoris against the palm of his hand. Suddenly his fingers were inside her, exploring the entrance to her silky wet vagina, then probing deeper to touch her virginity. Cheryl Ann whimpered as he began slowly penetrating her with his fingers, and moments later her body shook with an orgasm unlike any she had experienced before.

“Oh God!!” Cheryl Ann grunted as the wave of ecstasy coursed through young body. “I never….oh my God I never knew….”

Cheryl Ann wanted her Daddy to know how good it felt -- how cumming for him was infinitely better than when she had fantasized while masturbating. But she couldn’t get the words out because his finger fucking grew faster and more intense, making her cum again … and then again … and then again until she could barely perceive when one orgasm subsided and the next began.

“Did that feel good honey?” her Daddy asked as he abruptly took his fingers out of her and began rubbing her inner thigh.

“Oh yes Daddy,” Cheryl responded.

“Then how about this?” he asked gruffly, giving her no chance to reply before he was between her open legs and his mouth was on her cunt, licking and sucking and elevating his daughter to yet another massive orgasm. As before, he didn’t stop, continuing to feast at her young tight vagina, making her cum over and over again. When he finally backed off, his face was smeared with her juices. Her body continued to quiver and shake as she watched him position himself between her open legs..

Again the reality of the moment differed from her earlier masturbatory fantasies, for instead of the smiling Daddy she had imagined, she saw a lust driven man with fiery eyes devouring her naked young body. He was upright on his knees now, and his cock looked much more menacing than the one she had seen earlier this evening. It’s thick shaft was fiery red with bluish veins bulging along its length, and its bloated dripping head was an angry color of purple.

“Do it Daddy,” she told her father.

Cheryl Ann’s heart pounded as she watched her Daddy move closer. His cock was so big, she thought. It was surely going to hurt. But that didn’t matter. She wanted it inside her. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her young life.

For the final time, reality was different than fantasy, for her father didn’t immediately give her the entire length of his big cock. Instead he rubbed the bloated head along the slit of her pussy to wet it, and then gently worked just the head into her. Cheryl Ann gasped as she felt her vaginal opening being stretched wider than it ever had been before. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she anticipated the pain she was certain would come when he further violated her.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” Jim Porter ordered in a voice no longer loving, but demanding.

She did as he said. For a moment their eyes met, and without any words between them, Cheryl Ann knew that they were both thinking the same thing. What was about to happen was just plain wrong. Young girls are supposed to sacrifice their virginity to boys their own age, not to their own fathers. But the idea of doing it the right way no longer interested 15 year old Cheryl Ann. She was naked in her father’s bed with legs spread and ready. It was too late to turn back now.

“Tell me!” her father ordered.

“I love you Daddy.” she responded.”

“No,” he responded.”Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!”

Still Cheryl Ann’s father did not push his cock further into her. Instead he kept one hand around his cock to limit its penetration into his daughter, while with the other he began thumbing her clitoris.

“Cum for me baby,” he said, his voice now more gentle than before. “Cum for me again.”

Her father’s clitoral manipulation quickly made Cheryl Ann cum again and, not in the least because she could feel the head of his cock inside, there began another string of orgasms convulsing through her shaking body.

“Tell me Cheryl Ann,” her father ordered. “Tell me again! Do you want it?!!

“Oh my God YES I want it!” she squealed. Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!!!”

Jim Porter held his swollen cock head motionless just inside the entrance to his daughters pussy and continued to rub his daughter’s clitoris. As before, the clitoral manipulation triggered an orgasm, at the peak of which he violently threw his hips forward and shoved his into her. She screamed out loud as her father’s rock hard penis tore through her hymen. The pain was excruciating. But somehow it didn’t matter, for the pain was mixed with a feeling unknown to her before -- the feeling of being full of cock -- a feeling that kindled a burning fire within her loins that flowed up from her pierced vagina to infiltrate her young mind with a sense of fulfillment at finally having what she had previously only imagined

For so long Cheryl Ann had fantasized about this moment -- the moment when she would have her Daddy’s beautiful cock inside her. Imagining the moment had always been the end point of her fantasy -- the last thought in her young mind that combined with her own probing fingers to take her over the edge and make her cum. She had even imagined how much it would hurt to have him take her virginity, and how she would not care about the pain. What she had never imagined was how her would shove his big cock into and then hold it there as her body trembled beneath him, Nor had she imagined how she would see a change in him -- how the loving, caring father of her childhood would be transformed into a man who’s lust filled eyes seemed to beg for her approval to continue his incestuous assault.

“Go ahead.” she told her father, her voice no more than a gentle whisper. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

Another thing Cheryl Ann never imagined was how her Daddy would fuck her -- how he would start out slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her tight pussy until he made her cum -- how each orgasm she had would make him more aggressive, until he was brutally slamming his cock all into her - how he then would grasp her quivering thighs and push her legs back against her chest, positioning her for even deeper penetration. Nor had she ever imagined how wonderful it would feel when the pain of her lost virginity subsided and left behind the exquisite delight of being fucked and cumming again and again.

Jim Porter fucked his 15 year old daughter for the better part of an hour, first with her on her back with legs spread wide, then flipping her over to take her from behind. Through it all she encouraged him, exhorting him to fuck her harder or faster, telling him how much she loved him and loved having his cock inside her, and how wonderful it made her feel. The pain of her torn hymen faded and was replaced by the delicious feeling her Daddy’s cock moving in and out of her silky wet vagina. For a while, each time he made her cum she felt her cunt gushing new wetness around his invading cock. But eventually the wetness became less and less until a new pain appeared -- the pain of her tight young pussy being fucked raw. Near the end she found herself on top of him, gyrating her hips around his hard cock as her lay on his back beneath her

“Be careful honey,” he said. “You don’t want to make me cum. Not inside you.”

He was right of course, Cheryl Ann thought. What they were doing was wrong. It probably was illegal for Daddy to fuck her, and most certainly it was immoral. But as long as they both wanted it and as long as they both kept it a secret between them, there would be no harm done. I’ll get on the pill, she thought. Then he can shoot his cum inside me. But for now, she knew exactly what to do.

Cheryl Ann had never forgotten the advice her mother had given her -- that all men love having their cocks sucked. A couple days after hearing that advice, she had taken the bold step of calling her mother and questioning her about how to suck a cock, to which her mother laughed and told her to just look it up on the internet. She had done precisely that and now, having discovered the once unimagined joy of being fucked, she put into practice what the internet had taught her.

“Open your legs,” she said to her father as she raised herself off of is hard cock.

He did as she asked and Cheryl Ann she crawled in hands and knees between his open legs.

“Sit up a little. I want you to watch me,” she said

Jim Porter gazed down upon his daughter as she move closer to his grotesquely bloated erection. She didn’t immediately take it into her mouth as she had done earlier in the evening, for she knew that doing that might make him cum right away and she didn’t want that to happen. She was not afraid of having him shoot his load off in her mouth -- she had tasted his semen earlier tonight and was perfectly willing to taste it again. But first, in gratitude for the thorough fucking he had given her, she wanted to give him what the internet had taught her that all men wanted. She wanted to look into his eyes and see his desire as she worshipped the cock that had given her so much pleasure this night.

She started by gently kissing and lickingthe tip of it, smiling up at him as it’s purple head swelled and a huge drop of precum bubbled out and dripped down onto the crimson shaft below. She chased the clear fluid with her tongue, slurping the salty liquid into her mouth.

“Oh God!” her father moaned, as she continued caressing the shaft with her mouth, licking and nibbling all along its length.

Up and down the shaft she went, pausing occasionally at the top of his cock to flutter her tongue under the bloated head, each time coaxing out another globule of precum that she chased and sucked into her mouth. All the while she maintained eye contact with her father, save for when she moved her mouth further down to suck gently on his testicles.

Cheryl Ann continued her wanton cock worship until she saw a change in her father’s eyes -- a change that told her it was time to finish what she had started.

“Do you want to cum?” she asked.

He did not answer, but the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. Of course he wanted to cum. Isn’t that what all men wanted?

“Tell me when,” she said, her voice thick with wanton emotion at the thought of what she was about to do.

“Now baby,” he replied. I want to cum now.”

“That’s not what I meant Daddy.”

“Sure honey…I’ll tell you …I know you don’t want me to cum in your mouth.”

“Oh I don’t care about that. You can shoot it in my mouth if you want,” she said. “But wouldn’t you rather cum in my face.”

“But honey I….”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead she took his hard dick into her mouth and sucked voraciously, eventually learning her last lesson on this night of incestuous debauchery. The evening had begun with her learning the pain of failure when the attempted drugging and rape of her father had resulted in him quickly ejaculating in her mouth. After that, she had learned the joy of being fucked. Now, her final lesson taught her that the longer a man holds off cumming, the bigger the load he squirts when he finally ejaculates. And so it was that she wantonly sucked her father’s cock for a full 5 minutes, working her head up and down on the erect penis before eventually taking almost the entire length of it into her mouth and throat.

“Now baby! Now!” he cried. “I’m gonna CUM!”

Cheryl Ann was not nearly quick enough to avoid the first blast of her father’s hot semen from being fired down her throat, nearly choking her. Still there was plenty of the thick creamy ejaculate to follow when she abruptly spat out his cock and took the rest of his huge load on her face. She pumped the spurting cock with her hand, painting her lips and cheeks and nose with the sticking semen. When the flood of cum finally seem to lessen, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked out the last of of his cum before backing off again and opening her mouth to show him the cum inside.

“Oh jeez honey,” her father told her. “That was so fucking good.”

Cheryl Ann, her face covered with her father’s sticky semen, smiled broadly. It had indeed been good. More than good. As intense as her fantasies had been, she had never imagined how utterly satisfying it would be to be fucked by him. She had always loved her Daddy -- loved how he had supported and consoled her during difficulties growing up -- loved how he had always been there for her no matter what she faced in life. Now, laying in his bed with her face covered with his cum , he was even more special to her, and her love for him seemed boundless.

He’s the best Daddy a girl could have, Cheryl Ann thought as she laid her semen slicked face on her father’s belly and watched him as he faded into sleep. It didn’t matter if the boys her age didn’t want to fuck her, because her Daddy did. And there was no doubt that the thorough fucking he had given her was better then any that those boys could ever provide. What once was a fantasy was now a memory -- the wonderful memory of her father’s hard cock tearing away her virginity and awakening in her feelings more intense than she had ever imagined. Maybe he would fuck her again tomorrow. Or maybe not. Maybe she would just suck his cock. Or maybe….maybe ….

I’ll do anything for him, Cheryl Ann thought. Anything her Daddy could ever want. And as she closed her eyes and drifted toward sleep herself, her last thought was of her beloved Daddy slipping his beautiful cock into her ass.