All of the Forbidden Fruits (AFF) 
by Lady Naught (lady_naught@aol.com) 
beta-reader Dartharcs (Hentai Foundry) 

(Mf, cons, inc, ped, rough) 

Word-Count: 7,373 

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Author's Note: 

Further information and chapters can be found at 
http://wwww.ladynaughtproductions.blogspot.com 
OR 
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Lady_Naught 

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A perfect life, a horrible accident. How will George 
cope with the loss of his beloved wife? Quite simple. 
They already made a replacement in Martha's spitting 
image. Will little Jennifer be able to take all that 
her father and his friends have to dish out? 

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Chapter 1: The first fruit... Incest 

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George was an attractive man, there's no wonder Martha 
agreed to marry her high school sweetheart directly out 
of school. With his strong jaw line, dark brown hair 
and piercing brown eyes. He was truly a catch for any 
young lady, but it had been Martha who won that prize. 
It had been the perfect love story between the two of 
them. 

George had been the captain of the soccer team since 
junior high and consistently the first in his class, 
the world was his oyster. Martha didn't shy away from 
her husband's achievements. After all Martha had been 
the state's junior beauty queen all through junior high 
and high school as well, her beauty only rivaled by her 
mind, her marks only rivaled by George's. 

They graduated, then married on their 18th birthday and 
left, both accepted at different top colleges in their 
respective fields. They were so in love and dedicated 
to one another, not once even looking in the direction 
of another, that's what made their weekends together so 
magical. 

Graduating college, they found careers in Texas and 
eventually bought a beautiful two story home in the 
suburbs. After a year, they had settled down in their 
jobs and decided to start a family. Almost like fate, 
on their 5th wedding anniversary, Jennifer (Jenny for 
short) was born. George couldn't have been more proud, 
she looked every bit as beautiful as his wife, a beauty 
queen in the making. Red wavy hair, quirky little smile 
and the brightest blue eyes. This was one proud father. 

Over the years Jenny became the typical daddy's girl 
and George gave her everything, swings, clothes, dolls, 
everything to make his precious daughter happy. Life 
couldn't get any better for George, having a great 
house, beautiful daughter and the love of his life, 
Martha. 

Martha's career was taking off at the law-firm and one 
evening had an important dinner meeting that George had 
to attend. They sought the help of their neighbor Lori 
to sit with Jenny while they were out. The dinner was 
supposed to be short, only a few hours, but only ninety 
minutes into it, George's cell phone was howling like a 
pack of wolves. It was their house phone.Thinking it an 
emergency George excused himself, quickly yet quietly, 
to Lori's conversation of how Jenny wasn't feeling well 
and calling for their attention. 

Martha and George cut their evening short, just after 
the important topics were covered and raced home to 
their precious girl. After walking in the front door, 
Lori was at the foot of the stairs, George paid her the 
$30.00 promised and said thanks as he escorted her next 
door. Martha continuing upstairs to check on Jenny. She 
was awake still, raspy voice and all. 

"Mommy, what are you doing home so early? Is daddy with 
you?" - Jenny asked, forcing out a cough with her faked 
illness. 

"Yes he is, we came running home to check up on our 
darling daughter. Is there anything I can do to make 
you feel better sweetie?" Martha asked with a knowing 
little smile, all the while pressing the back of her 
hand to the girls cheek making extra sure there was no 
temperature. 

"Yes mommy ice-cream, ICE-CREAM will make my throat 
feel better!" Jenny exclaimed excitedly. She had gotten 
what she wanted, her dear daddy home and the attention 
of her mommy. 

"OK, we'll get your daddy to go, while I get you a warm 
bath started. Do you mind getting that honey?" said 
Martha hearing George step in the door. 

"NO MOMMY! I want daddy to stay with me! PLEASE??" - 
Jenny exclaimed loudly, forgetting she was supposed to 
have a sore throat. 

"Okay, Okay... then, George you go and give this little 
angel her bath and I'll go get the ice-cream. I'll be 
right back." replied Martha shaking her head and 
exchanging a small conspirational gesture with her 
husband. 

George went into the bathroom and turned on the water, 
making sure it was not too hot nor too cold. Jenny ran 
in stark naked soon enough, like all other children do 
and flopped into the tub, throwing her arms around 
George's neck, making a big splash. Now she wasn't the 
only one wet, having gotten her daddy wet with the 
running splash from the tub. 

"I love you daddy, I want you to be my husband!" - 
Jenny said in a perfectly normal tone of voice. The 
sick facade completely gone now that she had what she 
wanted. 

George laughed at the sweet remark. Holding his lovely 
little five year old daughter close to his chest, he 
could feel as the water that had slashed up from the 
tub soaked into his nice dress clothes. He couldn't be 
bothered to make a fuss over that, after all they were 
only clothes that could be easily replaced. He hugged 
her tightly before letting her go and moving to 
undress. Soon enough George sat at the back of the tub 
with Jenny sitting on his lap splashing around as he 
laughed. After their bath, he dressed the squirming 
girl and started watching some television in his and 
Martha's room. 

Half an hour passed and George was starting to worry. 
An hour and still no sign of Martha, he called her 
cellphone, no answer. Three more times and still no 
answer. George's worry had now turned to fear. Martha 
never would simply not answer her cellphone, she was a 
responsible, faithful wife and mother. Dressing Jenny 
in her warm pj's and a thin coat as to not catch a 
chill they hopped in the car. 

They turned out of the driveway and saw emergency 
lights at the far end of the street, feeling a little 
more at ease now that he saw the traffic was backed up 
and realized that's why his sweet Martha hadn't come 
home yet. He reached the end and his hope turned to 
fright as he noticed one of the mangled cars was 
Tiffany's, someone they had dinner with just earlier 
that evening. George knew someone should have taken her 
keys, she had been drinking way too much. 

As he approached a little closer, he saw Tiffany on the 
curb crying. There he saw it. The other car was 
Martha's. Leaving his car in the middle of the road he 
approached the accident in a daze. All of this couldn't 
really be happening, the entire night had to be some 
kind of nightmare, a horrible nightmare that he would 
soon wake up from. A man approached him, flashlight in 
his hand and a badge over the left side of his chest, a 
police officer, George realized after a moment. 

"Sir, please return to your vehicle. Traffic will 
resume as normal once the corpse is removed from the 
scene of the accident." - The police officer said in a 
calm and even tone. The way he was speaking it almost 
seemed routine for this sort of thing to happen. 

George couldn't believe his ears and fell to the ground 
in a numb stupor. The blank stare in his eyes told the 
officer immediately of his mistake and offered his hand 
in condolence. Yet there was nothing registering in 
George's mind. His beloved wife was gone, and he felt 
like she had taken him with her into the afterlife. 

George and Jenny spent the rest of the night in the 
police station, filling out forms, seeming as though it 
was just a dream. As he pulled back up his driveway 
early in the morning he could almost see his sweet 
Martha sitting on the sofa, asking him where he'd been 
all night. But the house was empty and colder than 
normal as he stood in the hallway holding Jenny. The 
last remaining piece of Martha was his precious 
daughter. 

He wished he'd only gone himself to get the damn 
ice-cream. The ice-cream that wasn't really needed in 
the first place because Jenny wasn't sick. The 
ice-cream he had forgotten the day before when he came 
home from work. George's life had been perfect, happy 
and lacking nothing, now it felt like a giant void that 
could never be filled again. 

Jenny looked at her father, he was crying. Right there 
she knew, even at such a young age, that it was all her 
fault and that her daddy's happiness would be the most 
important thing to her. George refused to sleep in his 
bed that night and instead curled up on Jenny's crib 
with her cuddled beside him and drifted into a fitful 
sleep. 

Early in the morning George woke up, stretching out in 
the bed, he looked around, ten shades of pink covered 
the room and it was cluttered with stuffed animals. 
Some on the bed, others on the floor from being thrown 
during the night. It was clearly a girls room, with a 
much bigger bed than it should have. 

George looked to the nightstand. There, without a speck 
of dust was a framed photo of Martha. It had been 
almost eight years since that tragic day and he still 
refused to take even one step in their room. It had 
been Jenny's job to keep it clean, no one but him and 
Jenny were to ever go in that room. It held too many 
memories, everything that had once belonged to Martha 
had been slowly put in the room over the years, leaving 
only the framed photo on the nightstand now. 

Jenny had already gotten out of bed, the place next to 
him she had slept since that day. He realized he had to 
get out of bed soon, it was Jenny's 13th birthday and 
she had a great party planned with all her friends. 

People came in and presents piled up by the door. 
Mostly clothes (isn't that a 13 year olds fantasy). 
Presents were opened and paper thrown everywhere, of 
course nobody stayed to help clean up. Jenny's friend 
invited her to go to the mall with them but she refused 
to George's amazement, she said that she wanted to help 
him clean up. Even though he would have said yes if she 
had wanted to go, like he always did... He always gave 
in to her, if she had wanted the moon he would have 
given it to her. The paper was thrown in the big city 
can out front and boxes neatly folded and out of the 
way to reuse as someone else's birthday or holiday 
presents. 

George handed her the clothes saying "Jenny, why don't 
you give your old man a fashion show while I finish 
up?" 

"Daddy you're not old you're barely thirty and still 
look twenty-five, so stop saying that. OK DADDY!!" 
Jenny berated with that playful smile on her face that 
reminded him so much of his late wife. 

Walking off with the mountain of clothes to try them 
on, Jenny disappeared into her room, (yes her room even 
though they both slept in it George had made it very 
clear since early on that it was still her room). 
Sorting through the clothes she found a pretty jean 
mini skirt and red sweater. 

Walking out into the living room, she gave a little 
twirl saying " So, what do you think daddy?" 

George marveled at how much she looked like her 
mother... "Beautiful sweetie, simply beautiful. Try on 
something else for me, Okay?" 

Jenny did as she was told, as always. Going back into 
her room she began sorting through the rest of the 
clothes and soon she found a satiny and red babydoll 
that her friend Lisa had given her, just like the one 
her mother used to wear. She knew her dad would be 
pleased. Jenny stripped to her white cotton bikini cut 
panties and slipped the silky smooth shirt over her 
mostly nude body. She didn't have a mother to tell her 
of the birds and the bees, and George was too 
embarrassed to be able to even broach the subject. This 
made it so Jenny had yet to realize the reaction men 
would have over such a sight. 

She strutted out of her room saying "Daddy isn't this 
cute?" bowing with her hands held behind her back, 
making the garment droop and expose Jenny's lovely 
prepubescent charms. 

George turned around with a smile, which quickly turned 
to a gaping mouth. There was his daughter, at 13 years 
old, who had developed just like her mother. Already 
heavy breasts, an ample bottom, narrow waist and thick 
long legs. Curvaceous and sexy didn't quite cover just 
how lovely Jenny looked in the simple nightgown. Her 
nipples poked through the thin material, and the lower 
curve of her ass kept playing peek-a-boo as the draft 
from the open window blew down the hall. 

"Take that off right now!" George yelled only so he 
wouldn't be forced to stare. 

Jenny quickly ran to her room, her eyes glassy with 
unshed tears. While George all but ran to the bathroom, 
not seeing a half nude woman in over eight years, even 
though it was his daughter, she had a certain effect on 
a man. The fact that she looked almost identical to the 
only woman he had ever truly loved didn't help matters 
any either. His penis was already throbbing painfully, 
calling for his attention in its own desperate plea to 
find release even at the cost of its hosts sanity. 

The door to the bathroom slammed behind him with a 
loud, almost angry thump as George began to masturbate. 
He was thinking of his sweet wife Martha, her sweet 
face smiling up at him as she took his painfully hard 
phallus deep within her hot, wet and hungry mouth, as 
she always did at the beginning of his fantasy. The 
body he had loved so much, round and curvy, her big 
heavy breasts that seemed to hold the world within them 
bouncing up and down to the rhythm of his frantic 
stroking hand. It felt so good, yes so good within his 
lovely little daughter. That wasn't right, it was his 
late wife that laid before him. Martha's gorgeous form 
however had quickly disappeared and Jenny's much more 
petite and fragile form was now being impaled by his 
raging member. Feeling guilty, he couldn't stop, he had 
already been so close to his release. With great shame 
he finished in the toilet, discharging a stream of his 
seed deep within his imaginary daughter's womb. With 
the last of it he heard himself cry out his daughters 
name, within his mind the sweet echoing call from his 
daughters lips as she too seemed to reach orgasm at his 
hands. 

George walked out of the bathroom sheepishly. Even with 
how much he wanted to just curl up in a ball and punish 
himself for masturbating to his own daughter's very 
delicious form. He stopped just as he would have 
stepped into the living room, that thought had to be 
stopped in its tracks he couldn't let himself think of 
his daughter in such a way. Turning the corner into the 
living room, his palm still sweaty and red from its 
sinful act. Looking at Jenny sulking on the sofa, he 
felt guilty. He had yelled at her without there being a 
need to, she had just looked too lovely with her 
beautiful breasts nearly on display along with that 
small alluring curve of her pre-teen ass. 

"Jenny, why don't you go get some of your mother's old 
clothes for you to try on? What you like you can keep 
and the rest we'll donate to Goodwill. It's about time 
we got rid of some of those things anyway, and help 
someone else out in the process." George said, his face 
trapped between guilt, sadness and a bit of lingering 
lust. 

Jenny's sadness turned to joy quickly, she loved 
clothes and was even on the fashion club at school. 
Even if she couldn't remember much of her mother she 
knew how great her fashion sense had been from years of 
looking after all the things in her parents room. She 
knew that her mothers clothes were very gorgeous. She 
ran into the room and began searching through the 
clothes in the big walk-in closet. Soon she spotted a 
black and red night gown that just might fit her 
without looking ridiculous and she could see it was new 
as it still had the price tags on. 

"I'm sure daddy won't mind this one since he won't have 
any memories of mommy in it." she said talking to 
herself out loud. 

Slipping into the garment, she moved to find a pair of 
matching heels. Never having much luck or practice in 
heels, she wobbled out of the room nearly falling all 
over herself. George turned around and Jenny noticed a 
tear run down his face. George now saw how sexy his 
daughter had become and looked so much like her mother, 
his sweet, sweet Martha. There was no denying it 
anymore, his daughter was turning him on and there was 
little to nothing he could do about how his body and 
mind were betraying him. Jenny hated seeing her daddy 
cry, she went back into the room stripped naked again 
and looked around the closet. 

Jenny spotted a pink bag sticking out from behind all 
the clothes. Wondering what it could possibly be as she 
had never seen the bag before she pulled it out. Inside 
was a very small piece of fabric all tangled up in 
clumps of something that resembled a piece of clothing 
but she couldn't be sure. She did her best to untangle 
it and slid in one arm at a time but didn't think she 
had it on right, there were holes over each breast and 
only a thin piece of material in the back which went 
between her ass cheeks, laughing as she walked into the 
hallway. 

Jenny called to George's attention with a merry. 
"Daddy, I don't think this is on right. Could you help 
me?" 

As she met George in the living room, he was at a loss 
for words as his precocious thirteen year old daughter 
was wearing a thong peek-a-boo teddy. He didn't say a 
word. Nor did he need to as Jenny noticed before 
anything else that her father actually seemed happy. 
That was her goal in life from the moment she was born, 
but even more so after she had caused her own mother's 
death. 

Jenny walked closer, her hips swinging naturally from 
side to side, making the material of the teddy shift 
across her body sensually. Wrapping her arms around his 
neck, she kissed him on the lips. Unbeknownst to her in 
the exact same manner Martha had for so long. Jenny 
pressed her lips tightly against George's, giving her 
beloved daddy her first real kiss. 

George was fighting himself, half of him wanting to 
back away and the other to get even closer. He fought 
from jumping her right there, the perverse and wicked 
part of him was winning however. His hands drifted off 
to her perfect bottom and grabbed her cheeks, kneading 
them, slipping a finger in the thong strap and running 
it through the crack of her ass. Jenny's skin felt so 
soft, so warm, so accepting of a man's touch. The 
forbidden caress even extracting a soft dulcet moan 
from her still kissing lips as George's tongue licked 
at them, begging to be let within. 

He backed away suddenly his breathing uneven and 
ragged, even as his pants barely contained his desires. 
The paternal side of George found some strength and 
kept him from taking Jenny right then and there, in the 
living room while she wore just a microscopic piece of 
clothing. Running to the bathroom he began to 
masturbate again. This time the image of his late wife 
never once entered his mind, only his sweet, innocent 
daughter was to be ravaged by his throbbing piece of 
steel. 

Jenny didn't understand what had just happened, but her 
lips were still hot from where her father's had met 
them. Her nipples stood out between the pieces of 
fabric that hid the rest of her breasts. Most 
importantly, Jenny's sacred place ached with a kind of 
wetness that she had yet to know before. What was going 
on with her? 

Later in the evening, Jenny wore the nightgown she had 
received for her birthday and began to cook a simple 
dinner of premade mashed potatoes and meatloaf. George 
watched her out of the corner of his eye while 
pretending to read a business magazine. The way she 
bent over exposing her ass and white cotton panties. 
All the while wishing she had on that sexy red teddy 
from earlier, even as the guilt and lust made his 
stomach turn in conflicting knots. 

Finishing dinner, Jenny said " Daddy! Dinners ready!" 

George nearly threw away his magazine, looking at Jenny 
expectantly as she placed dinner before him and sat on 
the other side of the table. Every time she leaned over 
the nightgown would droop and her bare breast would 
show. The very tips of still hard nipples and her dark 
pink areola completely visible to him. 

'What beautiful perky tits.' George would think to 
himself. Her nipples hard as small pebbles, like the 
hard-on he had begun to sport from the time she started 
cooking. 

Jenny and George mostly ate their dinner in silence. 
George trying to eat as fast as he could before his 
neglected urges took hold of him and made him do 
something he would later regret. While Jenny fidgeted 
in her seat attempting to ignore how her daddy's hungry 
stare ate at her core and made it quiver, the resulting 
wetness becoming a sinful little wet mark on her white 
cotton panties. George soon stood, taking his now empty 
plate to the sink. 

"Dinner was great hun... um Jenny" George told her, 
barely catching that he had just thought of her as his 
wife and not his daughter. 

Jenny looked at him with confusion on her face. 'Did 
daddy just call me hun?' 

"I am exhausted. I'm going to bed early." George 
continued clearing his throat as he pointedly looked 
away from his daughters inquiring face. Swiftly turning 
to leave the room. 

"OK daddy... good...night... he left..." Jenny said, 
but before she could even finish wishing him good night 
he had left, leaving her with an ache between her legs 
and her words in her mouth. 

Jenny sighed, slowly finishing her dinner before 
cleaning everything up. She couldn't understand what 
exactly was going on but her daddy was definitely 
behaving differently today. He had never refused a 
kiss, good night, and most of all, he had never ever 
touched her bottom. 

George had run from the dining room and into what had 
once been his and Martha's room slamming the door shut 
behind him. But in his haste he neglected to lock it 
thinking only of how uncomfortable his jeans felt. He 
stripped, throwing his clothes all over the floor as he 
went. He started to take care of his throbbing prick, 
stroking it up and down with plenty of lube from the 
ancient tube that laid in his wifes night stand. 
Desperately he tried not to think of his daughter but 
of his wife. It felt fantastic. The wet sloppy feel of 
his hand rubbing against his straining cock as he 
forced the image of Jenny in that tiny peek-a-boo teddy 
into that of his lovely Martha. He was however failing 
miserably the farther along he got. 

Jenny thought about everything while she was cleaning 
up and locking up the house. She wanted to see her 
daddy happy again. Jenny suddenly remembered how happy 
he had looked while she was wearing the red tiny outfit 
from her mother's closet. With that thought she made 
her way quickly to her room, expecting to find her 
father in bed, instead she found the room was empty. 
Thinking him in the bathroom, she moved quickly to 
change into the tiny, barely there garment. She walked 
into the bathroom and expected to see her dad there but 
there was no one inside. 

Instead she heard something coming from her mother's 
room, and went to check if it was her daddy. It was, he 
was facing the other way not wearing any clothes. Jenny 
smiled, she wasn't embarrassed and also had recently 
discovered the joys of masturbation. With nobody around 
to tell her it was wrong, she did it on a regular 
basis. It was truly a wonder how her daddy hadn't 
caught her. 

"Daddy." Jenny whispered into the room as she 
approached slowly. 

George immediately froze he hadn't expected her to 
discover him while he was finding pleasure, all the 
while imagining he had his cock buried deep inside her 
small maidenhood. He turned around slowly and his jaw 
almost dropped to the floor, she was coming right at 
him, in nothing else than the peek-a-boo teddy, leaving 
absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

"You do so much for me. Provide for me, buy me anything 
I want. I'm sure you're tired. Let me do that for you." 
Jenny said stepping directly in front of George's 
raging erection. 

Before George could say a word, his fantasies were 
playing out in front of him. The strangled cry that 
came from his throat the only real protest he could 
muster as his daughters soft hands gripped him and 
began stroking with some awkwardness to her movements. 

"Am... am I doing it right, daddy?" Jenny asked while 
stroking his cock up and down soft and slow, a finger 
on her lip, biting her nail as a cute blush graced her 
cheeks, making George shiver with pleasure at the 
scene. 

"It... you are, but you can't tell anybody about this. 
They'll take you from me... and I couldn't stand losing 
my last special woman. Never to see you again... 
ever..." George at this point stopped her hand and 
pulled her to his chest. Giving up in his futile 
struggle with decency. 

His voice trailing off, his cock poking at her belly. 
Jenny was getting rather flushed at the intimate 
embrace they were in. She thought about her daddy's 
words, that was the last thing Jenny wanted. She had 
hurt him so bad before, with her mother. If only she 
hadn't demanded that her mother go for ice-cream, she 
really hadn't been feeling that bad, her mother would 
still be alive today... 

"OK daddy, this is our secret. I won't tell anyone." 
Jenny said with conviction as she held on to him 
tightly, pressing her barely clothed body firmly 
against his fully naked one. 

Letting her go George said "Then kiss it for me and put 
it in your mouth, princess." he explained, a wicked 
grin coming over his lips. 

"OK" Jenny said leaning down to kiss her daddy's 
throbbing cock. 

It was salty, kind of like potato chips, yet covered in 
a layer of a sweet slimy something, definitely not as 
bad as she had thought it would be to kiss the place he 
peed from. It was actually kind of... tasty. She liked 
it and there was some liquid coming out of the tip. 
Jenny began placing feather light kissed all over it, 
from the tip all the way down to the base. Stopping 
briefly she did more than she was asked, taking from an 
almost forgotten conversation with her sluttiest friend 
about how boys liked their penises sucked. She took her 
daddy's cock into her mouth, wrapping her lips around 
the head before letting it slide down and into her 
mouth going as far down on it as she could, before 
bobbing her head up and down. George was delirious, his 
only daughter was sucking his cock and all he had told 
her to do was kiss it. Where had she come across the 
information, let alone the technique to suck his cock 
so well as to already be making him see stars? 

Not having had any sex in almost a decade can do 
strange things to a man. It felt better than any time 
his wife had done it for him. His hand reached back 
sliding between her soft thighs and rubbing her tight 
slit through the thin silk fabric of the teddy, it was 
so tight and it started to get wet. Jenny felt her 
daddy's cock get harder, she started to move her tongue 
as it was starting to get uncomfortable throbbing like 
a heart in her mouth, twitching before it erupted in 
her mouth. She could tell by his moans and groans that 
it felt good to him and she rather liked the flavor of 
whatever had just come out of his penis. Letting it 
coat her tongue she moaned into her daddy's cock 
swallowing as it became too much to keep in her mouth. 
A stray spurt making her gag and forcing her to swallow 
it down quickly. She thought she would choke to death 
from the volume and thickness of the spunk that was 
being force fed to her. Finally she let go as the last 
bit shot out to coat her tongue and began coughing a 
little. Jenny raised her head quickly after releasing 
his cock, looking her daddy square in the eyes, even as 
her lips still had traces of his seed on them. 

"What was that daddy?" She asked innocently, coughing 
more to clear her throat of the sticky mess that had 
been shot into it. 

George explained, in a tone of voice that told even 
himself he had given up on trying to hold back enough 
to stop this completely. "That was cum baby. Semen. 
It's how you know you make your daddy happy. You use it 
to make babies too." 

"Oh!!! So did I make you happy daddy?" asked Jenny 
hopefully, her eyes sparkling. She wanted to please her 
daddy so badly, to make him happy above everything 
else. 

"Yes, you made me very happy. You always make me proud 
and happy, princess." George said, reaching forward and 
caressing his daughters cheek. 

Kissing Jenny full on the lips, but unlike before 
George didn't hold back, kissing her with passion and 
hunger, sweeping his tongue along her lips begging her 
to let him inside it. He could taste himself on them, 
Jenny melted into the kiss and let him in as he 
explored every inch of her mouth pulling her down to 
the bed with him. 

"Now, my princess. It's time I make you happy." - said 
George sliding his hand in between Jenny's legs, 
massaging the already wet silk of the teddy. 

Heaven was right behind that very thin curtain. He 
started kissing down her neck, reaching her chest. 
Stopping at Jenny's very perky nipples, running his 
tongue wetly over each little nub in turn, forcing 
moans of pleasure from his daughters throat. George's 
hands traveled up and down Jenny's body, exploring it 
delicately. Searching out for her weak spots, the spots 
that made her cry out and moan, filling the room with 
the fading innocence that only a girl can have. His 
lips and tongue tracing painfully slow and intricate 
patterns down her petite little body. Sometimes over 
the cloth of the tempting teddy, and others pushing the 
cloth away to get at her naked skin. 

Between whimpers and moans Jenny eventually managed to 
say in the breathless tones of passion. - "But... you 
already... made me...happy... by... being happy! Ah! 
Daddy... it feels so good..." 

"Not the way you made me happy." George replied finally 
having gotten to rest his head just between her legs, 
the breath from his reply brushing against Jenny's 
hypersensitive pussy, making her cry out and shiver 
under him. 

George groaned with a shiver of his own, his fingers 
playing with the fabric that still hid her flower from 
him. His cock was already so hard again, feeling her 
shiver and hearing her soft little moans. Jenny was 
going to drive him insane if he didn't get within her 
soon. 

George looked up at Jenny, his eyes full of unbridled 
lust as he spoke to her in a soft but insistent tone. 
"Spread your legs, sweetie." 

Jenny's cheeks colored with the intensity of her 
daddy's gaze, hesitating briefly she parted her legs, 
letting them rest on either side of George's shoulders. 
The moment Jenny's legs parted, George groaned, 
beginning to lick and lap at his daughters juices 
through the silken fabric, groaning as the fresh sweet 
and tangy flavor hit his taste buds. Truly it was like 
nothing he had ever drank in before, not even Martha 
tasted this good. These were his daughters juices, her 
delicious nectar, forbidden and sweet. 

Jenny was writhing under his attentions, crying out her 
pleasures so loudly that had the neighbors been closer 
they would have heard Jenny moaning and begging her 
daddy for more and more. Her legs wrapped around his 
head, holding it deep within her folds after George's 
skilled fingers had removed the barrier between him and 
his daughters naked temple. Within minutes this 
attentions were rewarded with a gush of warm liquid 
pouring out of Jenny. 

George crawled back up so that there faces would meet 
once more. His lips and chin were completely coated 
with the thick sweet nectar he had been unable to drink 
from his expedition. Jenny was flushed, panting, eyes 
unfocused and legs feeling like two wet overcooked 
noodles, even as her core quivered with the aftermath 
of absolutely the biggest orgasm she had ever had in 
her short life. Propped on his elbows, George hovered 
on top of Jenny, her lithe frame almost being swallowed 
by his. 

'Can I really do this? Should I be doing this? Can I 
really do this to my own daughter? My own flesh and 
blood, sweet, innocent little virgin daughter?' - 
George thought to himself. His cock only got harder 
with every word that ran through his mind. 

Only then did he realize he had been staring at Jenny, 
and her face was now all red, her breath shallow and 
she had spread her legs even wider letting his cock 
rest at her entrance. He could feel it, it was soaking 
wet. It only made him want her more, as the stream of 
precum testified. When he looked at her again, she was 
shivering with apparent fright. 

Unbeknownst to George of course, Jenny's shivering was 
not of fright but anticipation and lust, accompanied by 
the aching pain of emptiness that only extreme levels 
of need can ever bring. 

"We'll do a couple of 69's and that's it. Never again," 
- thought George and unconsciously nodded, agreeing 
with himself. 

"What is he nodding for?" - wondered Jenny, but before 
she could get an answer her daddy kissed her. 

The same kind of kiss as before. Hungry and filled with 
lust. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, dancing 
all around it, making her core gush out another 
generous amount of nectar, wetting the bed some with 
the forming puddle. George's hand began cupping and 
fondling her breasts, making her break the kiss and 
scream in pleasure. 

George grinned saying "If you liked that, wait till you 
see what comes next." 

George's lips closed around his daughters nipple, 
suckling on it as his fingers caressed her soaked folds 
groaning with the feel of just how ready she was to 
take a man deep within. Jenny was so very ready, 
moaning out, moving her hips against his hand. 

Unable to control his lusts any longer, George flipped 
himself around doing a 180. Almost ripping the fabric 
away from Jenny's pussy. The lust that was building 
within him felt so wrong, dangerous even but he could 
no longer hold it back or do anything about it. Licking 
at Jenny's most sacred place George suckled on her 
small little clit hearing his daughter cry out once 
more in pure pleasure. There was something missing 
however, his cock although almost plastered over 
Jenny's mouth and nose wasn't being pleasured. The lust 
was taking over, and soon enough it made something snap 
within his core, something primal and even more 
dangerous than his lusts. 

"SUCK MY DICK, SUCK IT NOW BITCH!!!" - George screamed 
at Jenny after letting go of her nectar covered folds. 
His hand quickly darting down and gripping his 
throbbing cock, shoving it into his daughters startled 
gasping lips. 

Jenny screamed as the massive tool was forced between 
her lips and down her throat. Forcing her compliance, 
even as it made her eyes roll to the back of her skull 
with the forceful thrusts her father used as he jammed 
it into the back of her throat again and again. 

"Yeah!! Like that, SUCK IT HARDER." - George said, then 
continued to lick and pleasure his daughters virgin 
pussy, in his hungry lust filled frenzy. 

Forcing the tender flesh even farther apart he grinned 
down at his daughters pussy, thrusting his hips down 
uncaringly. Even as Jenny gagged on the thick piece of 
meat, but this only stimulated it even further, leaving 
even less room for air as the sticky precum coated her 
mouth and throat. 

"Mmmm!! Sweet nectar." - George said in a laughing tone 
of voice, roughly inserting his finger in her tight 
slit probing for her hymen. 

"There you are. I have other plans for you my friend." 
- he whispered into Jenny's pussy, making her whole 
body shiver, and her pussy gush out more of its tasty 
nectar with yet another orgasm. 

Being real careful not to break it, he started lapping 
at her clit while moving his finger in and out of her 
quivering pussy. Even this dark, lust consumed side of 
George had a perverse appreciation for a females 
virginity. Jenny began moaning loudly, making the 
vibrations echo through her daddy's body as his mouth 
and fingers explored and pleasured her lower half. The 
rough treatment was nothing, she deserved to be 
punished by her daddy, and in a strange way she found 
that she liked it. Her body was definitely burning with 
the pleasure of it all, her mind lost to the ecstasy of 
it. With all the pleasure, and the deprivation of 
oxygen however Jenny slowly slipped away into 
unconsciousness her body becoming limp. George's cock 
popping out of her mouth. 

"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU BITCH, I HAVEN'T CUMED YET , KEEP 
SUCKING!!" - George yelled again, but Jenny was out 
like a light. 

"Fine if that's the way you want it." - George said 
getting off the bed hastily and readjusting them both 
on the bed. 

With the sudden jerking motions and oxygen now being 
able to reach her lungs, Jenny woke in a daze, yet 
perplexed by his apparent anger asked - "What's wrong 
daddy?" 

"Shut the hell up, you little bitch!!" - George yelled 
back at Jenny, his lust possessing him like the worse 
of demons was inhabiting his body. 

George adjusted himself between Jenny's legs, pulling 
her small little teen body into a collision course with 
his raging and throbbing steel hard cock. In one swift 
mad movement taking Jenny's most treasured possession 
from her for his own. Jenny's maidenhead, her 
innocence, her virginity. 

Georges cock ripped through Jenny's hymen like a pencil 
through a sheet of cloth. Yet to Jenny the burning hot 
white pain enveloped her completely, taking with it any 
sort of pleasure there might have been from the 
experience. The scream that clawed its way out of 
Jenny's lips making it sound as if her father had not 
stuck his throbbing cock within her womans place but a 
very sharp hot knife. The tears that slowly slid down 
her cheeks moments later, the only possible outcome of 
the brutal possession of the tiny girls virtue. 

"You.Are.Mine.Now." -said George. Accentuating every 
word with a thrust that shot waves of pain through his 
daughters little body, no mercy or remorse shown to the 
girl in his berserking lust. 

"But daddy...." - she started saying between sobs, only 
to get cut off by George. 

"Shut up you little BITCH!! You only need to take my 
cock inside that slutty hole!" - George all but growled 
stopping his savage thrusting into Jenny's pained 
womanhood. 

Sobbing silently Jenny nodded, even as she thought - 
"But daddy I was always yours. Even before mama died. I 
was yours." 

The screaming had given Jenny the time she needed to 
adjust to her daddy's size being so deeply wedge within 
her tiny body. George's craze ebbed with the throbbing 
regrets of his cock being so deep within a hole that 
was two sizes too small, with some effort he began to 
thrust again. This time however, George's thrusts where 
a lot kinder to Jenny's inexperience body. 

George could feel every breath Jenny took through his 
throbbing cock, while Jenny felt every single one of 
her daddy's heart beats like they were her own. Every 
time Jenny moaned, George would groan as the pleasure 
was only intensified by the soft sound. The small body 
of ones own daughter, is definitely a delicious but 
forbidden fruit. 

Jenny's body quickly adjusted to the pleasures, to the 
throbbing, the thrusting and above all, the feeling of 
being possesed like only girl at the peak of her youth 
can feel. George's lips came crashing down on his 
daughters, his cock aching for release. He wanted more, 
he wanted every inch of Jenny to be his and his alone. 
George would claim all of it with each pounding thrust 
of his cock, deep within the extremely tight, soaked 
and hot little body. Much to George's surprise however 
Jenny's half contained moans suddenly turned very loud. 

"Ah, yes, yes!!" - moaned Jenny, biting her lower lip 
as she pressed her hips upward trying to get into her 
daddy's rhythim. 

The sensation of just the knowledge that Jenny wanted 
him just as much as he did her instantly drove George 
over the edge. His hips beginning to move faster and 
faster, impaling Jenny's lithe body harder, faster, 
deeper.. 

"I.... I can feel it, in my stomach. I can... I can see 
it. Ah!! It feels so good. YES please.... yes 
harder!!!" - came the pleading passionate cries of 
George's darling thirteen year old daughter as she was 
fucked hard enough to make the bed creek loudly. 

"If you like that, wait until you feel what's next." - 
said George once more, his sanity in danger of being 
completely possessed by his lust for his daughter yet 
again. 

Jenny whimpered and moaned, her insides quivering and 
trembling as she was forced to orgasm again and again 
all around her daddy's thick meat stick. Her orgasms 
running so powerfully and so completely one into the 
next that her body could barely take it anymore. 
Milking at George's thrusting phallus, wanting from it 
the one thing it had never before had from it, his 
seed. 

"Oh my god!!! Your pussy is so fucking tight!!! So hot 
and wet!!!! FUCK!!" George half groaned out as his 
thrusts became impossibly hard and fast, bouncing the 
bed frame from the ground as he tried to go deeper 
within Jenny with little luck. 

"I'm sorry daddy! I'm sorry!" Jenny whimpered out even 
as her body was so tense by now that to say even that 
was a miracle. The pleasure was clouding everything 
within her, leaving only a fragment of her mind. 

"Don't be, it feels so fucking good. I can't stand 
it.... I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum in you baby." - 
he replied looking up, they were facing the nightstand. 
There, in a thin gold frame, was a photo of Martha and 
Jenny nested as a newborn in her arms, both smiling. He 
locked eyes with his late wife's. 

"I'm going to cum in my daughter! Oh yes baby take my 
cum!" - moaned George, filling Jenny's womb with all 
his hot and thick seed. Jenny had gone limp once more 
with the last of her orgasms leaving her completely 
exhausted. 

"Martha.... please forgive me." - George whispered into 
the room that once belonged to his sweet and gentle 
wife. 

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Chapter 1 - END 

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