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 �>�Enjoying Cassie by Art Martin

   Chapter 1 - Discovery

   In this 6 part story, Eric, a single dad has a problem, his horny young
teen daughter is sexually promiscuous.  What to do?

   I was devastated by the untimely death of my wife, Kate.  She had been
complaining of headaches and when they became unbearable, she finally went
to see a doctor about them.  After a battery of tests over a two week
period, the diagnosis was in, brain cancer.  When chemo didn't work, there
wasn't anything to do, but to make her comfortable.  That meant
painkillers, massive doses of painkillers while her condition rapidly
worsened.  After about two months, it was all over and she was finally at
peace, leaving me and our nine year old daughter, Cassie, to grieve and to
pick up the pieces.

   Thinking back, I don't recall Cassie being so touchie-feelie before
Kate's death.  But afterwards...  It was innocent enough.  She began laying
her hands on me and stroking me with her fingers.  Mostly it was on my
shoulders or my back, but sometimes if I wasn't wearing a shirt, she'd
stroke my bare chest.  Now this didn't just happen all of a sudden or
anything, but gradually, so gradual that I didn't realize that what she was
doing might be bordering upon...  inappropriate.  But by then, I couldn't
very well tell her to keep her hands to herself.  The touches were loving
and truth be told, I loved it.

   By the time Cassie was twelve and beginning to physically mature, it was
a regular feature for me to be lounging about in the evening on the sofa in
just my boxer shorts and letting her all but feel me up.  She loved to play
with my navel and seemed to get a charge at making my nipples stiffen. 
Mind you, there was no touching of my genitals, just my face, chest, back,
legs, and tummy.

   Cassie was an early bloomer.  She began puberty early and before she had
turned twelve, she had taken on curves.  She was definitely something of an
anomaly in her fifth grade class, being the only girl not flat chested.  I
noticed, but then I was buying her new larger bras every other month it
seemed.  We had a talk about how and why her body was changing and what to
expect when she started menstruating.  With her shoulder length curly
chestnut color hair and sparkling light blue eyes, she was a pretty girl
and a looker, but then I was and still am prejudiced.  We also talked a
little about boys, but not in any great detail.  I certainly didn't conduct
a show-and-tell session with her!

   On her thirteenth birthday, we had a party at the house with all her
middle-school friends.  That's when I noticed that she liked to lay on the
hands with guys.  Nothing untoward happened, probably because the guys her
age were clueless, but I knew that sooner rather than latter, the guys
would see that as a positive sexual signal and act upon it accordingly.  I
told myself that I would talk to her about it in more detail and hoped that
she wouldn't become sexually active for a few more years.  I did talk to
her, but she just looked at me as if she didn't understand what I was
talking about.

   Now, life as a single dad is tough.  I not only had to look after her
and the house, but make a living as well.  Nothing new to single moms,
that's for sure, but it was tough nonetheless.  My work schedule at the
local community college where I taught computer skills, required me to
teach some of my classes at night.  In my case, Tuesday and Thursday
nights. On those nights, I wouldn't get home until well after nine PM. 
Cassie, who assumed the duty of cooking for us, would always have my dinner
ready when I got home.  Her grades were excellent and whenever I called
home to check up on her, she was there, so I wasn't particularly worried
about what she might be up to.  Maybe I should have been.

   Of course when I realized there was a problem, it was too late to do
anything about it.  That realization came on a Tuesday night.  A dump truck
or something ran into the main transformer serving the college and the
power went out.  With no hope of restoring electricity before the morning,
all classes were dismissed.  So I head home, fat, dumb and happy.  Into the
house I go unannounced to find my thirteen year old daughter naked
underneath a naked boy who was pumping away.  Well, that was a revelation!
The kid, grabbed his clothes and made a hasty retreat out the back patio
doors, leaving Cassie to face me alone.

   I'm proud to say I kept my cool, saying nothing while she lay there
naked for a few moments before scurrying off to her room.  I gave her a few
minutes to get something on (and let my erection recede) before I walked
into her room without knocking.  She was dressed, sitting on her bed, her
eyes watery.

   "Who was that boy?" I calmly asked.

   "Troy," she whispered.

   "Do I know Troy?"

   "I don't think so."

   "He looks older than your other friends."

   "He is.  He's in the eighth grade."

   "Eight grade...  I see..." There was a long pause as I searched for the
right words.  "Have you been doing this with Troy for very long."

   "Not really," she replied.

   "How long?"

   "Once or twice."

   "Once or twice?  You're not sure how many times you've had sex with
Troy?"

   She hesitated and then said, "No, sir."

   "Are you in love with him?"

   "No!  Not really."

   "He's not your boyfriend?  You just have sex with him."

   "Sort of."

   "What do mean, sort of?"

   "He's kind of a jerk.  But...  I don't know, Daddy...

   "Are you mad at me, Daddy?"

   "I, uh, you...  you're awfully young to be having sex with boys.  You
need to be careful.  You don't want to catch something...  and, uh, you
should be careful of your reputation."

   She then laughed and said, "I guess I just like it." She didn't have to
explain what the "it" was.

   "So...  is Troy the only boy you, uh, do it with?" As soon as I said it,
I wished I hadn't as Cassie was always honest with me, telling the truth
about matters large and small.

   "No," she simply said.

   I'd heard all that I needed to hear for the moment, and I needed to
think, so I got up and left her room.  Heading directly to my stash of hard
liquor, I selected a good scotch, poured me one and downed it.  As usual,
this really did me no good, and no harm either, but it helped dull the
senses.

   The burn hadn't fully abated when I heard her from behind ask me, "Are
you hungry, Daddy?  I made spaghetti and meat sauce for tonight.  Would you
like some?" The question kind of surprised me as it was so...  normal, like
everything was still like it was yesterday.  In a way it was.  She was
fucking boys and I was clueless.  Not about sex per se, I had always
expected that, but if I had understood her correctly, she was promiscuous.
There's a word for girls like that, a word I refused to apply to my sweet
Cassie, and thus clueless as to how to address the matter at hand.

   While I stood there with my mind chasing its own tail, Cassie put dinner
on the table.  She always waited for me to get home before she ate, and
tonight was no exception.

   It was surreal, sitting across from her and asking her all the mundane
questions I usually asked...  how was school today...  how did you do on
your math test...  have you finished your homework?  It was only toward the
end that I asked her something important.

   "Cassie, have you started your periods?" This was by no means the first
time I had broached the subject.

   She looked up at me with her big light blue eyes smiling and replied,
"No, Daddy.  I'm safe."

   "When you do, you tell me.  I'll take you to see Doctor Jones and have
him put you on birth control.  There's no excuse for leaving you
unprotected.  Neither of us wants you to get pregnant, or at least I
don't."

   "I don't want that either, Daddy.  I'm too young."

   "Yes, you are too young!  You're too young to..."

   I stopped short of saying what was obvious and instead finished with,
"No more boys in the house when I'm not here!  This stops today!" As if I
could stop it.

   We didn't talk about "it" the rest of the evening, but the next day,
after I thought about it some, I did ask some pointed and intelligent
questions, such as, 'Do you suck dick?' though I didn't phrase it so
indelicately.  She answered truthfully.

   "Some of the girls at school think it's gross, but they don't know what
they're talking about," she informed me.

   "Then you enjoy giving oral sex?"

   "Yes, I do, Daddy.  The girls all say I'm a slut for doing it, but I
don't care.  It's fun!"

   Then she tells me the first time she sucked a boy was two years ago,
during a sleepover at her friend, Sophie's, house.  She and Sophie had been
friends for years and still are.  Seems Sophie put her up to sucking off
Sophie's little brother on some silly bet.  Lucky little bastard has been
getting regular blowjobs from his big sister's friend ever since.  Damn! 
Cassie was only eleven and sucking an even younger boy?  Where were
Sophie's parents?

   Over the next several days, I puzzled and puzzled over what to do.  I
didn't want to make a mess of things, so every day I'd just ask Cassie a
question or two that she'd answer in a straightforward manner.  I'd take
these answers and think on them without comment for a day or so as I
formulated a brilliant plan.  Along the way I learned that she'd had sex
with quite a number of boys.  It seemed that my work schedule was public
knowledge and that lots of boys knew that Cassie was a pretty girl who
couldn't or wouldn't say no.

   It was something of a relief when she told me that she'd started having
her first period.  This much of the plan I knew, to get her on birth
control ASAP.  With that done, I felt a whole lot better knowing she
wouldn't be preggo before the summer break began.  As for the promiscuity,
I hadn't a clue as to what to do...  so much for a brilliant plan.  I did
decide that maybe it wasn't such a good idea for me to lie around
practically nude at night and let her all but feel me up, lest a daughterly
hand wound up on my cock.  I hated to give that up, but I wasn't so sure
that I would resist such a move.

   I did make a plan of sorts Normally, I'd teach a course or two during
the summer term for the extra money, but that just didn't seem that
important at the moment.  What I needed to do was to remove Cassie from her
circle of friends and boyfriends and give her lots of quality time with her
old man.  I couldn't very well watch her when I was off working, so I
decided to act on a dream I'd had for many years, that is, buy a travel
trailer and tour the country for an entire summer.  The deadline for
contracting for the summer teaching position was rapidly approaching and I
knew I had to make a decision fast.

   As luck would have it, I saw an ad in the local newspaper for a used
trailer and a towing vehicle at a price I could afford.  I called the
number immediately and went out to see the rig.  From the price quoted in
the paper, I was expecting something rather rough.  To my surprise, the
trailer and diesel pickup both appeared to be almost new.  The lady who was
selling them said that her husband had bought them three years ago after he
retired and that they had traveled all over the country in them.  But then
he died of a heart attack.  She also said she couldn't drive the truck,
much less pull a trailer with it, so she decided to just sell them and use
the cash for something else.  I bought the rig on the spot.

   Happily, Cassie was excited about hitting the road and seeing the
country.  We made several weekend test runs to various state parks to gain
experience in maneuvering the rig and setting up the trailer.  It was a
bitch at first, but by and by I gained confidence, as well as skill.

   Then when classes were out for the summer, we packed up and headed off.
Towing a trailer in flat lands on an interstate highway is one thing,
towing a trailer on narrow, twisting mountain roads is altogether another
matter entirely, but I managed.



   Chapter 2 - Rocky Mountain High

   In the dead of the night disaster strikes, leading father and daughter
to come closer together...

   About a week or so into the trip, we pulled into a really nice RV camp
in SW Colorado.  Best of all, it was centrally located to act as a base
camp for our exploration of the San Juan Mountains.

   We'd been there for a few days when the weather turned bad one evening.
We'd gone to bed and were fast asleep when lightning struck.  I remember
feeling my hair stand on end just moments before.  There was a blinding
flash and a deafening sound like a bomb had gone off next to my ear. 
Seconds later, Cassie leapt into bed with me crying, "Daddy!  Daddy! 
Daddy!" and attaching herself to me.

   "Wow!  That was close," I told her with my ears ringing.  "But it's
over. Nothing happened.  Everything's okay." No sooner had I said that and
I noticed a flickering yellow light and the smell of smoke.

   "Fire!" I shouted as I sprang from the bed with Cassie hanging on to me
for dear life.  My only thought was to get out!  I bolted out the door and
into a driving rain carrying Cassie with me.  At a safe distance, I turned
and saw all the windows glowing orange.  Within seconds the glow had turned
into a bright conflagration.  Stunned, I held Cassie in the pouring rain
and watched as the trailer burned furiously.

   By the time someone arrived to help, it was all but over.  The flames
died down almost as quickly as they had sprung up.  Luckily, it hadn't set
the woods on fire.  I remember a lot of shouting and people running about,
but there was nothing anyone could do; the damage had been done.

   "Are you okay?  Are you okay?"

   He must have said it three or four times before I heard him.  I turned
and replied, "Yeah, I'm okay."

   "How about your little girl?"

   "She's just scared...  I think."

   "You're both soaking wet.  Let's get you out of the rain."

   I followed and climbed into the cab of his pickup with Cassie still
attached around my neck.  It wasn't until we were out of the rain did I
realize our predicament.  I was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only a thin
pair of gym shorts.  Cassie had on one of my t-shirts and nothing else. 
What meager clothes we did have on, were soaking wet.  Cassie was shivering
from the cold and my teeth began to chatter.  Except for a few items left
inside my pickup, everything we had was in that trailer, including the keys
to the truck.

   "Look, there's nothing we can do until the morning," our rescuer said. I
finally realized that it was Bob, the RV Camp Manager.  "I've got a little
camper I haul around that's not being used.  It's not hooked up to the
electricity or water, but at least it's dry."

   "That'll be fine," I replied.

   "There're sheets, blankets and towels in there," he said.  "I'll see if
I can round up some clothes for you and your girl in the morning." Then he
stopped in front of this tiny trailer that didn't look big enough for one
person, let alone two, but at that point I wasn't picky.  He got out, ran
over to the trailer and unlocked the door.

   I piled out carrying Cassie and made it inside.  Bob shone a flashlight
on us and I turned to thank him.  It was only then that I realized that
Cassie wasn't wearing panties and with her t-shirt pulled up like it was,
her bare ass was on display.  Well, nothing to do about that either.  Bob
looked up, embarrassed by being caught looking.  Handing me the flashlight,
he excused himself saying he needed to be sure the fire was completely out.

   There was just enough room in there for a single bunk at one end and a
bench with a fold down table at the other end, but not enough headroom for
me to stand completely upright.  Sheets, two blankets and a pillow were
sitting on top of the bare mattress.  I peeled apart Cassie's arms from
around my neck, put her down and quickly made up the bed by the light of
the flashlight bouncing off the low slopping ceiling.  We couldn't very
well crawl under the covers in our wet clothes, so I pulled Cassie's
t-shirt up and over her head, checking out her nicely developing tits in
the process.  With the threadbare towel I found, I quickly dried her off as
best I could.  She climbed under the covers, complaining of the cold. 
Meanwhile I stripped off my shorts, damp dried myself with the pitiful
towel and then draped my shorts and her t-shirt over the bench to dry. 
Naked, I climbed in and hugged her shivering nude body to mine.  After a
while, skin-to-skin and hunkered down beneath the covers, we warmed up
enough for her to stop shivering.  I rolled over, careful not to fall out
of the small bed, thinking it might be best if I turned my back to her so
my dick didn't accidentally poke into her.

   After a short while we were toasty warm.  She wrapped her arm around me
and began stroking my tummy.  I pretended not to notice.  She stroked my
chest and again I pretended to be asleep.  Her hand moved back down to my
tummy and wandered even lower, her fingers combing through my pubic hair. I
waited to see what she would do next, conflicted by my desire to be a good
daddy and my desire to have her play with my cock.  The fingers brushed
against my semi-flaccid member and I held my breath.  They brushed against
my dick again, only this time more deliberately.  I should have stopped it
right then and there, but...  I didn't.  I let her delicate fingers wrap
around my cock which was surging to a full erection.

   At first, neither of us spoke as she fondled me.  Then I murmured,
"That's feels so nice, Cassie."

   "Yes, it does feel good," she answered in a whisper.  "Gawd, Daddy,
you're so big."

   I rolled onto my back to give her better access and soon she was
fondling my balls, as well as my cock.  Her finger slid over the tip,
picking up my slippery dew, smearing it around.  Naively, I thought that
would be as far as it went, but as long as I didn't object, she pushed it
farther.  I knew full well what was coming when she disappeared under the
covers, somehow managing to contort herself so that she could take me in
her mouth.  I should have stopped it then, but I didn't.  Instead, I
scooted up in the small bed, nearly sitting upright, to give her more room
to get to my cock.  I felt her hot breath on my turgid member and then felt
the warm wetness as her lips slid over the end of my penis.  Damn!

   She quickly proved her expertise, delivering her old man a most sensuous
blowjob.  I hadn't been with another woman since her mother had died, and
the feelings were as intense as they were exquisite.

   I'd been thinking of this moment ever since she told me how much she
enjoyed performing fellatio.  I had tried to shut it out of my mind, but it
was always there in the background.  Now it was a reality, my thirteen year
old daughter, sucking my cock.  Sucking me like she sucked all those boys
while I was teaching a class.  I suppose I should have felt guilty, but I
didn't.  I also should have felt a chill sitting up like that, but that was
the farthest thing on my mind.  I hadn't initiated this, she had, and now
that she had, next time I would initiate it.  But next time wasn't now, now
she was sucking my cock, her tongue ever moving along and over it, her lips
sliding up and down as she fondled my balls.

   "God, Cassie," I whispered, "that feels so, so good." Moments later my
balls began to boil.  I briefly considered what I should do, blow a wad in
her mouth or pull out and possibly hose her in the face.  There were other
options, I'm sure, but there wasn't any time to consider them.

   "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, honey," I warned as I placed my hand on
her bobbing head.  With my eyes squeezed shut I felt the storm building in
my groin.  "Oh, fuuucccckkk, baby.  Don't stop.  Don't stop.  Gonna cum...
gonna cum...  gonna...  AAAHHHHHH!" I cried out as my semen surged up from
my balls and blasted through my dick and into her mouth.  "Aaaaahhhh!" I
cried again as a second bolt of sperm laden man-goo shot through my
pulsating dick.  Those first two blasts simply felt so good that they hurt.
My prostate continued to contract violently, sending stream after stream of
my seed into her mouth until finally they abated to mere echoes, echoes
that still pumped oozing semen into her sucking maw.

   She continued to gently suck as I softened until the head of my dick was
so sensitive that I was bodily jerking about in the bed.  Not able to take
it anymore, I reached down and pulled her off, still sucking away at my
cock.  Damn!  What a suck off!  She left me drained and gasping for breath.
When I finally regained my senses, I found that I still had her head in my
hands.  Gently I caressed her hair and praised, "That was simply wonderful,
Cassie.  Wonderful.  Thank you, Sweetheart."

   "You're not mad at me, Daddy?" she asked from somewhere near my groin.

   "Of course not.  But..." My internal conflicts began to surface.  "But
maybe we shouldn't have done that."

   "Why not?  I've wanted to do that for you for such a long time, Daddy.
You enjoyed it, didn't you?  I enjoyed it."

   "Because it's incest...  because you're so young...  because..."

   "Oh, pooh!" she said cutting me off.  "I don't care about all that
rubbish.  I've always liked giving guys a blowjob.  I want to suck you
again.  In fact, I'm gonna suck you every night from now on.  Wouldn't that
be fun, Daddy?"

   "Oh, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie..." My voice trailed off as she took me back
in her mouth.

   "Yeah, suck me, baby.  Suck your daddy's dick, baby.  That's a good
girl. Oh, fuck yeah, baby girl..."

   She let my soft cock slip from between her lips, then she crawled up my
body from my groin.  "You're even big when you're soft, Daddy.  I just love
your dick, almost as much as I love you!" With that she laid on a most
undaughterly kiss, jamming her tongue between my lips and fucking it back
and forth for a moment.  I tongued her back and let my hands roam over her
nubile body and getting a good feel of her firm ass cheeks.  Then I rolled
us unto our sides and got my first handful of her young tits.  She'd grown
larger over the past few months since I first learned of her sexual
proclivities.

   I leaned into her and took a nipple between my lips, nipples I really
hadn't seen, except for a few moments when I first caught her fucking.  I
still couldn't see them, but tried to visualize them with my lips and my
tongue, nice fat nips that stood out from her generous firm tits.  While I
sucked and licked, she once again took my cock in her hand, a cock that
wasn't so soft anymore.  Meanwhile my free hand went in search of her cunt,
a cunt that was given freely to me when she opened her legs for me.

   From touch alone, I determined that she had rather sparse pubic hair,
short and soft.  Her pudenda was puffy, yet firm and her labial lips
readily yielded to allow my initial exploration of her sex.  Cassie was
quite slippery and her various treasures were exactly where I expected them
to be.  Sinking my middle finger into her vagina, I felt the rippling walls
and the small fleshy pad on the fore wall, while my thumb found her
clitoral bump.  I began strumming her clit while finger fucking her,
rubbing that fleshy bump and sucking her nipple.

   It surprised, even shocked me when she cried out lustily, "Daddy!!!!"
and her vaginal walls clamped down on my thrusting finger.  If anyone had
been standing near to the tiny trailer, they certainly would have heard
her, but with it still raining, that was unlikely.  I continued my assault
and her vagina continued to squeeze and release, squeeze and release,
squeeze and release while she bodily shook and made soft gasping/gaking
noises as her orgasm peaked in continuous waves.  When I finally relented,
she slumped in my arms exhausted and spent.  She was still there in the
morning when I awoke.

   The rain had stopped and sunlight was beginning to illuminate the
compact interior of our tiny shelter on wheels.  It was chilly too,
probably in the low forties, typical of an early June morning in the
Colorado mountains.  I needed to take a leak, but was loathe to rise from
my warm bed and naked daughter.  Besides, what could I do if I got up,
besides slip on my wet gym shorts and go outside.  So I waited and snuggled
and languorously felt Cassie up as I reflected upon the night's events, my
thoughts equally divided between the incestuous encounter and the disaster
that preceded it.

   The pressure on my bladder had become critical when I heard a knock on
the trailer door.  I got up and looked out the door window.  It was Bob. 
"Just a minute!" I called out.  I grabbed my gym shorts and slipped them
on, still damp and ice cold.  That woke me up!

   "Good morning, Eric," Bob greeted when I opened the door.  "I brought
you some clothes.  Hope they fit, but they're the best I could come up
with," he said as he handed them to me.

   Then he added, "My wife has coffee made, if you want some; biscuits and
sausage patties too."

   "Uh, thanks, Bob.  I appreciate this more than you can image," I replied
sincerely.  "Cassie and I will be over in a few minutes."

   Bob left and I looked over the clothing.  Two mismatched sweat suits,
one set not quite big enough for me and the other way too big for Cassie.
That and two pairs of flip-flops, similarly size challenged.  They would
have to do.  Lord knows, they were better than what we had.  I slipped out
of the cold, clammy gym shorts and slipped on the larger of the sweat pants
and sweat shirts.  I felt like a sausage.  Then turning to Cassie, I woke
her up.

   "Sweetheart, Mr.  Bob brought us something to wear.  I need to go to the
bathroom in the worse way, so while I'm gone, get dressed and then we'll
get some breakfast."

   I remembered seeing restrooms at the RV camp offices and made a beeline
for them, doing my best with the too small flip-flops.

   When I returned to the trailer, Cassie was still under the covers. 
"Come on, Sweetheart.  Get up and get dressed.  Breakfast is waiting for
us. Then we need to see the damage to the trailer.  Maybe it's not so bad."


   "Can't we just hang out here for a while?"

   "And do what?" I asked.

   "You know what," she replied with a grin.

   "Uh, yeah, uh...  but after we take care of a few things first.

   "Now, come on, baby.  Rise and shine."

   She rose, giving me my second good look at her sumptuous body.  It kind
of surprised me, but she wasn't embarrassed by her nudity in the least,
taking her time to check out her sweats before slipping into the pants.

   "You're very beautiful, Cassie," I told sincerely while enjoying her
naked body.

   She looked up, setting down the sweatshirt.  "Oh, you're just saying
that, Daddy."

   "No, it's true.  Damn, you've certainly grown the past few years."

   She stuck her chest out.  "You like my breasts, Daddy?  They're not too
big, are they?  All the girls say I'm too big, but they're just jealous."

   "I think they're perfect, baby."

   "Thank you, Daddy," she beamed, then she slipped the baggy sweatshirt
over her head and her firm C-cup titties disappeared from my gaze.

   "You've got a boner, Daddy," she laughed.

   "Is it that noticeable?" I said looking down.  "These sweats are a bit
tight."

   Brazenly she said, "How about if I take care of that for you, Daddy?"

   I didn't answer.  What do you say to a daughter when she offers you a
blowjob?  I certainly didn't tell her, "No,", but just stood there,
slightly hunched over in the tiny trailer, our eyes locked as she slid off
the bed and knelt before me.  Smiling up at me, she pulled my sweats down
and exposed my hard cock.  Then, maintaining eye contact, she leaned
forward and took me in her mouth.

   Last night when she blew me, I couldn't see what she was doing, only
feel it.  Now, with light filling the tiny trailer I could see as well as
feel.  She rotated her head, side to side as she worked my prick in and out
between her lips.  It felt divine!  The girl, though only thirteen,
certainly knew her way around when it came to sucking cock.  Her tongue was
ever in motion, flicking over the little flap of skin on the underside of
the crown.

   "Oh, fuck, baby," I hissed.  "Hmmmmmmm, fuck yeah..."

   Despite last night's sex play, I could hardly believe this was actually
happening.  Then I remembered something she'd said, that she was going to
suck my dick every day from now on.  I closed my eyes and without warning
her, I came in her mouth, an event that only seemed to redouble her
efforts.

   With my orgasm just a pleasant echo, she rocked back and released my
cock.  "That should do for now, Daddy," she said before giving the tip of
my dick a finishing kiss.  "Let's go eat!" The change in tone was amazing.
One moment she's a sultry cock sucker, next she's back to being the sweet
girl I'd raised all these years.  She stood, leaving me to pull up my
pants.

   Needless to say, without a comb or a brush, her hair was a mess when
were invited into Bob's trailer.  His wife immediately retrieved a brush
and offered it to Cassie, who gladly accepted.  While she brushed her
unruly hair out, I noticed that Bob was silently watching her as he sipped
a cup of coffee.  I thought back to the bare butt display last night and
realized that with our clothes soaked, he had to know that we had slept
together naked last night.  He said nothing, but I could imagine what he
was thinking.

   Both Bob and his wife were gracious with us, as camp managers tend to
be. I thanked her for feeding us and then Cassie and I walked to the burnt
out shell of our travel trailer.  The fire itself was contained within the
interior and I was thankful that the truck hadn't been damaged.  It was too
dangerous to do anything other than glance through the door.  One quick
look inside and it was apparent that it was a total loss and that nothing
inside would be salvageable.

   I refocused my attention on the truck.  It was locked and the keys were
somewhere in the trailer.  I couldn't see my cell phone inside, as I kept
in the glove box.  My neighbor and his wife came out to talk and to offer
us something to eat.

   "Thank you, but Bob, the park manager, feed us breakfast," I explained.
"But, could I impose upon you to call a locksmith, I'd greatly appreciate
it."

   "Of course," he said handing me his phone.

   I looked up a local locksmith and explained what I needed, the truck
unlocked and a new set of keys.  He said he needed the VIN number which was
visible through the windshield.  I gave him the number and where to find us
and then waited.  While we waited for the locksmith to show up, several
more fellow campers came by, most to gawk at our loss, but others to offer
us meals, water, and even a place to stay.  We had the tiny trailer, and I
wasn't about to trade away that privacy, but lunch, dinner and invites for
tomorrow's breakfast I graciously accepted.

   It took the locksmith all of about two seconds to gain entry into my
truck.  He tested the keys he'd brought and they worked just fine.  The
problem now was how to pay the man.  My checkbook was in the glove box and
he reluctantly accepted my out of state check.  What choice did he have? 
Indeed, what choice did I have?

   At least I had working wheels and few items to make life more bearable,
like some spare change and a spare pair of sneakers.  With my phone
retrieved I first called my insurance company and explained the situation,
They said they'd have an adjuster to come and make an evaluation.  Next, I
called my bank to get a replacement credit card.  Ever tried to get a bank
to send you a new card when you don't know the number of the card you're
replacing and then have them FedEx it to you somewhere other than your
home? It can be done.  Thankfully they electronically recognized my phone
number and I was able to give them my bank account balances to the penny,
proving I was who I said I was.

   With that done, the only thing left to do was have lunch with the
neighbors and then go tell Bob what had transpired.  I asked him about
removing the burned out trailer once the insurance adjuster had seen it. 
He said not to worry.  He'd have it towed off to a scrap yard and would
just charge my open account with him.  Great!  Things were looking better.
Having done everything I could possibly do and nothing to do but wait,
Cassie and I retired to our hideaway.

   "What do you want to do, Daddy?" Cassie coyly asked once we were inside.

   Gripping the tails of her baggy sweatshirt, I said, "I think you know
what I want to do," and pulled it over her head and kissed her tit.  Then I
yanked the bottoms down, pushed her back onto the bed and pulled the
sweatpants off her legs.  I grabbed her under the knees, opened her up and
went down on her.

   Cassie squealed in surprise as my tongue bore into her.  Apparently none
of the boys she'd fucked had ever gone down on her.  It was a first for her
and she loved every loving lick I gave her sweet pussy.  The more I
slobbered on her cunt, the more my lust raged.  The more I scoured her
channel, the more her lust rose.  Soon she was biting her forearm to stifle
her passion driven cries, and soon I had to work to keep my mouth on her
pussy as she bucked her hips wildly.

   I wanted to fuck her.  Fuck her and enjoy her pussy like all the boys
did.  I knew that she'd let me, but I had presence of mind that this might
not be the best time nor place for it.  Too many people walking by just
outside.  It was imperative that we keep the noise down to a minimum, so I
kept it to oral sex.

   When my tongue gave out, I stood, stripped naked, crawled astride her,
rammed my dick between her lips, and fucked her mouth.  It wasn't a rough
mouth fucking, but it wasn't a particularly gentle one either.  My dick
repeatedly hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag.  That told me
she hadn't learned to deep throat a cock yet.  I didn't want to ruin her,
so I backed off trying to force my dick down her throat.  She would learn,
I decided, and learn before we left this RV camp.

   I relented and pulled my cock from her mouth with a great glob of foamy
spittle connecting dick to mouth.  "Suck my cock, Cassie.  Give your old
man a blowjob to remember." She proved to be up for the task and before
long I was cumming in her mouth for the third time.

   It was quite warm in the little trailer by that time and all that
activity left me drained and exhausted.  We cuddled naked on top of the
covers and took a long nap.

   I was awakened by a knocking on the door.  It was Bob, there to tell me
that the insurance adjuster was over at my trailer.  "Thanks, Bob," I told
him through the closed door.  "Be there in just a minute."

   I quickly dressed and hurried over to the trailer, leaving Cassie to
finish her nap.  By the time I got there, the adjuster was finished.  "As
I'm sure you're aware, it's a total loss," he informed me.  "Did anyone get
hurt?" he asked.

   "No."

   "Good!" He looked at me kind of funny and I realized that if I could
smell Cassie's pussy on me, then he might smell her too.  He looked away
and added, "As of now, Acme Insurance owns it.  You'll receive a check in
the mail, less your deductible, within two weeks." I thanked him and he was
on his way.  I now only had to wait until tomorrow for FedEx to deliver me
my new plastic.

   I headed back to my loaner and found Cassie just as I had left her,
naked, beautiful, and available.  I pulled her legs sideways and pried her
legs apart, waking her and went down on her again.  She didn't object.  For
the rest of the afternoon, we had oral sex off and on, taking turns sucking
on each other, masturbating and feeling up each other.  As bad as the fire
had been, it was best day I'd had since before my wife got sick.

   I knew we both stank of sex, and needed a shower before we went to our
dinner invite.  Thankfully the RV camp had several shower facilities spread
around the park.  Also thankfully, we didn't run into anyone who wanted to
chat on our way over to the nearest shower.

   At dinner that evening, I could still smell the pussy juice that had
made it up my nostrils, causing me to wonder if anyone from our host family
could smell it too.

   Back in our tiny sex nest, it was really too small in the trailer to do
a 69, so Cassie and I took turns orally pleasuring the other.  She was
small enough and agile enough to get between my legs no matter how I lay,
but I had to minister to her from the floor as she lay sideways or sat on
the small bed.  No matter, we managed until we were both exhausted.

   FedEx arrived early the next afternoon.  Once I activated my new card,
we bade farewell to all the good folks who had so generously helped us. 
Bob told me that as long as my trailer was occupying a space, that he'd
have to charge me, but he expected the junk yard to come get it within a
day or two.  I thanked him for the use of his little trailer, the clothes,
and his general support.

   With a nod towards Cassie, his parting comment was, "You're one lucky
bastard." He knew.  Thankfully he kept it to himself.



   Chapter 3 - Budget Inn

   Cassie copulates with her dad for the first time...

   We pulled out around two PM and headed back east.  It was hot, too hot
to be riding around in sweats, so at the first opportunity, I stopped to
buy us new t-shirts, plus some chips and other junk for the road.  I really
hated the fact that we had to cut our summer long vacation short before the
third week had even began.  Clothes we could buy on the fly and we could
motel it, but with no driver's license or other identification, we just
needed to go home.

   After driving six hours, we stopped somewhere in Kansas to get something
to eat and find a place to stay for the night.  The food at the truck stop
was edible, if forgettable.  Next door was a chain motel.  I checked in,
leaving Cassie in the truck.  Hassled about the lack of a photo ID, I was
still able to secure us a room for the night.

   With no luggage, we entered the standard fare motel room.  Upon seeing
the king size bed, Cassie gushed about not being cramped tonight.  Lacking
any deodorant, I was getting rather ripe.  Kicking off my sneakers, I
suggested that we take a hot shower and then go to bed.

   "What do you want to do in the big bed, Daddy?" she asked with a grin.

   I had been thinking about just that every moment since we left the RV
camp and I had put any guilt I had to rest.  "What do you think we're going
to do?" I replied.  "We're going to fuck.  Fuck until we can't fuck
anymore."

   "You promise?" she excitedly asked.

   "Yes," I laughed.  "We're going to fuck, baby," I told her taking a tit
in hand.  "Provided, that is, that you're okay with that."

   Rubbing my dick through my sweat pants, my daughter answered, "I think
I'll like that, Daddy.  But...  you're kinda big."

   "It'll fit.  But...  you realize that if we do this, there's no taking
it back.  Remember what you said the other night about sucking my dick
every day?  Well, if we fuck, I'll be fucking you every day too."

   "Will that be before or after I suck your dick, Daddy?" she quipped.  By
that time she had my sweats pulled down enough to have taken my dick out.

   I had to laugh at her audacity.  "Maybe before, maybe after, maybe
before and after."

   "Hmmm, I think I'm gonna to like that a whole lot, Daddy."

   I pulled her t-shirt up and over her head.  "I'm gonna like it too. 
Now, let's get a shower first and wash off the grime."

   "Do we have to?" she whined.

   I leaned in and kissed a salty nipple, bringing it to a point.  "Yeah, I
want your sweet ass squeaky clean when I do you." I then yanked her bottoms
down off her hips and giving her butt a playful slap added, "Now, get your
ass in the shower, young lady."

   She jumped at the slap.  She tried to swat my butt in return, but I
deftly moved away and scored another direct hit.  She put on a faux-angry
face and stuck her tongue out at me, then sashayed toward the bath, letting
the sweats fall to her feet in the process.  What a vision of loveliness!

   I followed her in, stripping off my rather ripe t-shirt and shucking my
sweat pants along the way.  She had the water going already and stepped
into the shower.  She tried closing the shower curtain, but I stopped her
and climbed in with her.  Rather astonished, she asked, "What are you
doing, Daddy?"

   "I'm showering with you.  Now give me the soap." Physically the
tub/shower arrangement was far from sexy, but running my soapy hands all
over my daughter's wet body had to be one of the most erotic things I'd
ever done.  We washed each other, playing and taking our time, enjoying
every minute of it.  But eventually we were getting water-logged and our
fingertips were all wrinkly, so we climbed out and dried off.

   Cassie needed to comb out her wet hair.  The motel had provided a hair
drier, so I sat on the bed and waited for her.  This gave me one more
opportunity to reflect upon what we were about to do.  I had wanted to fuck
her back in the tiny trailer, but it was so cramped that I was able to hold
off, not wanting to make a mess of things.  Then all afternoon during our
drive, I thought about nothing else.  That's not exactly true, I had mostly
thought of the sex we'd already had, but oral sex isn't exactly the same as
sex sex.  Sex sex, that isn't purely recreational, there could be some
serious consequences to putting a load of live sperm in her young womb. 
But, that was covered by the birth control, wasn't it?

   'Just my luck we'd be among the 0.01% that it didn't work,' I thought
morosely.  'Maybe this isn't such a good idea.  Hell, I need some rubbers.
But, she does give great head.  Be satisfied with that...

   'Hmmmm, maybe anal?  She did say she's tried that, didn't she?  But I
don't have any lube!  Besides, maybe I am too big for her.  Best to leave
that for when I'm properly prepared.  When I'm properly prepared?  Hell,
when she's been properly prepared!

   'But if she really wants to screw, why not?  We've already crossed the
incest line, crossed the sex-with-a-minor line, crossed all boundaries of
decency.

   'I should have never let her blow me in the first place!  But...  I did
and she did.  Damn, she's pretty good at it too.  Fuck me!  You're a bad,
evil man, Eric ol' boy.  A regular pervert!  You should be put away... 
fuck, maybe I will be put away.  Wonder what it's like being some violent
dude's fuck toy.' I shuddered.  'I don't know and I don't want to find out.
Just thinking about that shit makes my asshole hurt.

   'Gotta be careful.  No one can ever know what happened at the RV Camp.
But...  Bob knows, or at least he thinks he knows.  Maybe he'll report his
suspicions and...  How do you know if you're being watched?'

   "Why so glum, Daddy?" The sound of Cassie's voice snapped me out of my
reverie.  I looked up and gazed upon my nude daughter.  Damn!  What a fine
piece of ass!  And she was mine for the taking.  But should I?  My rising
prick cast its vote.

   Pointedly acknowledging my growing erection she teased,  -�Is that
because of me? -�

    -�Yes, it is, Cassie.  Now, you're absolutely certain that you want to
do this?  There's no taking it back later. -�

    -�You're not getting cold feet on me, are you, Daddy? -�

    -�No, I just want to be sure, baby. -�

    -�I'm sure.  I wanted you to do me back in that little trailer, but you
didn't.  I've wanted you to do me even before that.  Before the fire, I
never thought you would, but now...  If you don't make love to me, Daddy,
I'll just die! -�

    -�We can't have you dying, now can we? -� I quipped while patting the
bed and inviting her to climb in and give herself to me.

   Cassie climbed into the middle of the bed and sprawled out on her back
with her legs wide open, her freshly washed and dried chestnut hair spread
out in a halo about her head.  It was an invitation to fuck that I wasn't
going to refuse.  However, I wasn't about to just crawl on top and stick my
cock into her.  Tonight required finesse.  Not because she demanded or
expected finesse, but because she deserved it from me.

   I took her ankle, raised her foot and planted kisses along her calf to
her toes, then took her big toe between my lips and lovingly laved over it.
Her eyes seemed especially big as she watched and enjoyed the new sensuous
feelings.  Then I kissed down, or rather up the inside of her leg, paying
particular attention to the inside of her thigh.  At the juncture of leg
and cunt, I deftly bypassed her pussy, licking and laying kisses on the
other inner thigh, then kissed, nibbled and licked my way to her other foot
and sucked her toes.  Her tits were heaving by this time and she had a
lustful look in her light blue eyes.

   After sucking and licking each toe, I began my descent, or rather
ascent, back along her leg to her pussy.  This time I licked at the creases
between her vulva and thighs, and then licked over her now puffy pudenda,
working on one smooth side, then the other, and then back again, teasing
her slit along the way with the tip of my tongue.

   She let out a mournful moan when at last my tongue penetrated those
smooth lovely folds and I once again tasted her delectable sexual nectar.
With my thumbs I opened her pussy up and with the flat of my tongue licked
slowly up her cunt from the base to her clit, and then did it again.  I
followed that with tracing her inner labia with the tip of my tongue and
then circled her clit.  She bucked her hips upward and I inserted two
fingers up into her vagina, a move that elicited a soft cry from her.

   The room filled with her soft susurrations and the juicy smacking sounds
from my fingers working her sopping pussy.  I licked, sucked and nibbled on
her clit, lapping up her free flowing juices until she began bucking
vigorously.  She then froze with her back arched and she cried out loudly.
Her cry choked off and there was just the wet smacking sounds and choking
noises as she shuddered in climax.

   From the past two nights and days, I knew that I could keep her cumming
and cumming with wave after wave of peaking pleasure if I kept it up.  But
that wasn't the purpose.  The purpose was to get her ready, ready to fuck
her own father who was as ready and eager to fuck her in return.

   With my face and hand covered in her pussy juices, I crawled up beside
her and lying flat on my back, I waited for her to recover.  Meanwhile, I
played with my drooling erect cock, making certain it was hard as steel.

   After a minute or so she muttered,  -�Gawd, Daddy...  that was so good!
-� She then turned on her side facing me, her bright light blue eyes
sparkling.   -�Are you going to do it now? -�

    -�Tell, you what, Sweetheart.  Climb up and lie on me. -�

    -�How come? -�

    -�You'll see, -� I replied as I pulled her onto me.   -�Now, sit up. -�

   Cassie sat up and feeling my erection lengthwise on her cunt, she
wiggled her hips.   -�What's that? -� she teased with a laugh.

    -�It's a surprise, -� I teased back.

    -�Now, rise up on your knees, take my surprise and slot it into your
pussy. -� As she did that I explained,  -�This way you're in control of how
fast and how deep you want to take it.

    -�Now, press down on my cock, baby. -� My glans spread her pussy lips
apart and she stopped.

    -�It's so big, -� she observed.   -�Will it fit? -�

   I'm no hung horse, but my cock is a respectable five inches in girth
(that's a little over an inch and a half in diameter) and a good seven
inches in length, presumably much bigger than the cocks of any adolescent
pimple-faced boy she's screwed.   -�It will fit, baby.  Just take your
time. -�

   In our position, I could see her expression of determination as she
pressed down.  After a moment or two her pussy lips were stretched tightly
around my thick stalk.  By then I had one hand playing with her lovely
tits. I then brought the other hand into play and began diddling her
exposed and vulnerable clit.

   She squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure and pressed further down taking
ever more of me into her, whispering in an agonized voice,  -�Oh, Daddy. 
Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy.  Oh!  Oh!  Oh! -� Suddenly she slammed down on my
dick, driving the rest of it deep into her.   -�OHHHHH! -� Her already
tight twat clamped around my dick forcefully as she shook in climax.  The
grip on my cock eased and I quickly drew back and then punched back up. 
Her hips rose up and slammed down, rose up and slammed down, all the while
she was screaming,  -�OHHHHH!  OHHHH!  OHHHH! -� It felt as if her
spasmodic pussy was trying to devour my cock.  I tried to get her to hold
still for a moment to let my dick cool off and not shoot off, but there was
no controlling it.  I unloaded deep into my daughter's pussy with an
incredible rush, sending pulse after pulse of my incestuous seed into her
wanton cunt and leaving me gasping breathlessly.

   Equally spent for the moment, Cassie collapsed on top of me.  Locked in
an incestuous embrace, we lay still for several minutes with my cock still
planted in her young throbbing pussy.  To my amazement I was still hard,
not rock hard, but still engorged.  I hadn't been able to do that since
before she was born.  Not wanting the moment to end and not wanting to
waste a perfectly good hard-on, I rolled us both over and gently fucked
into her until more blood flowed into my cock to stiffen it.  Then holding
her hands above her head, I proceeded to drill her into the mattress.

    -�Yes, Daddy, yes! -� she nearly shouted as she punched her hips back
at me.

   I lasted a good long time, repeatedly rolling us both over in the bed
until I rolled too far and we fell off the bed with a thud.  I wasn't
finished with her yet, and simply fucked her on the floor until I came for
the second time.  This time my dick did deflate.

    -�Daddy, I never knew you were such an animal, -� she quipped as we got
off the floor and back into bed.

    -�Don't say I didn't warn you, -� I replied.

    -�Warn me about what? -�

    -�That I'm going to fuck you again. -�

    -�You promise? -�

    -�Just as soon as I can get it up again. -�

    -�Maybe I can help, -� she said as she maneuvered to suck my dick.  The
fact that my dick was coated with foamy cum and cunt juice didn't bother
her in the least as she took me in her mouth.  I lay back and enjoyed her
oral ministrations and sure enough, after five minutes of loving sucking,
she got me hard again.  This time I put her on her stomach, stuffed a
pillow under her hips and took her from behind which allowed me to play
with her anus.

   Leisurely pumping into her cunt and with a wiggling fingertip up her
butt, I asked,  -�Have you been fucked in the butt yet? -�

   She shook her head and whispered,  -�No. -�

    -�Good.  Then I have at least one virgin hole I can take. -�

   She turned her head towards me and exclaimed,  -�No, Daddy, don't! -�

    -�Not tonight, Sweetheart, -� I laughed driving my finger a little
deeper.   -�That takes some preparation so it doesn't hurt you. -�

    -�Promise me, Daddy, that you won't do me like that. -�

   Withdrawing my finger I answered,  -�Sure, baby.  I promise I won't fuck
your ass...  tonight. -�

   What a night!  We fucked off and on until the wee hours.  Waking now and
then, I repeatedly mounted her.  She never complained, never said no.  By
the time dawn broke, I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, not waking
until it was almost noon.