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Amy Crashes Down
by Shockshock8 (shockshock8@gmail.com)

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Amy at a nightclub, growing up. Her father finding her 
grown up. (MF, inc)

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Amy's hands were in her hair, her body writhing against 
somebody else's - who that other body was she'd never 
know - surrounded by more bodies on all sides, sweat and 
hair product and cheap drinks. The music pounded in the 
air above her arms and the air inside her lungs. 

The body she was writhing against grew hands that 
slipped around her middle, fingers that dipped under the 
waist band of her cut-offs. It grew wrists and arms and 
elbows that let its hands travel further, moving down 
under the denim to her underwear, and then slipping 
under that too. It grew a cock that pressed against her 
buttocks and settled in between them. The fingers in her 
panties were rough and hurried. They spread her pussy 
and pushed inside. She was wet. Dripping. The fingers 
scooped out some of her juices and disappeared. 

The other body grew a mouth which breathed into her ear 
and told her she tasted sweet. Her eyes were closed, her 
blood hot and rushing through her veins. She felt her 
cut-offs being unbuckled, then tugged down. She stepped 
out of them and never saw them again. The hands were 
playing again; one in her panties, one up her t-shirt 
and under her bra. The fingers rolled her nipples and 
rubbed her clit. 

She got wetter. A dark patch grew in the white fabric of 
her panties. Her head rocked back and the muscles in her 
neck felt like heaven. The music pounded on and on. The 
sea of bodies rose and fell. Lights were flashing behind 
her eyelids. Now the panties were lowering, past her 
young hips, her slim thighs, her knees, feet and gone. 
She kept dancing, writhing, sweating. Her pussy dripped. 

The other body spun her around and picked her up. She 
lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. She felt 
his cock on her ass, slapping up against her. Someone 
else was at her back, dancing against her, unaware. She 
kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to see. But she 
wanted to feel. She asked to be fucked. She begged. She 
moaned it, impatient as a child. And then it was against 
her, pushing at the wrong angle, big and throbbing. She 
rocked her hips at it, forcing it up and inside her. It 
was big but clumsy. Thrusting, thrusting. She jerked 
wildly. 

The arms held her up. Her head rocked back and around. 
She grunted. She felt animal. He was deep. His balls 
slapped her against her asshole. The music changed 
tempo. Faster. The people around her cheered. She 
cheered. She went faster too. She rocked her hips 
violently. She was fucking him more than he was fucking 
her. She bore down again and again, pushing him against 
something inside of her. 

Somewhere she distantly knew it hurt. Here she didn't 
care. His mouth was at her neck like a vampire without 
teeth, sucking and kissing and licking. A hand grabbed 
her breasts, rough and eager. Two hands still held her 
up. A finger pushed at her asshole and she frowned. She 
was swung around, away. Still she grunted, loudly, 
abandoned, unheard. A knot formed in her brow and she 
went faster, sweat dripping from her jaw. She heard him 
grunt now too, felt his cock twitching inside her. 

She knew he was coming. Filling her up. She kept going. 
She willed him not to stop. Not yet. Not yet. Cum 
dribbled out of her. He didn't stop. She thanked God. 
Tears fell down her cheeks. She cried and came and came 
and came. He held her up and she hung limp, her head 
swaying to the music, her skin burning, her head 
throbbing. 

She swung her legs down and pushed him away. The sea of 
bodies around them parted and swept her away. The music 
pounded. She made her way to the coat check and got 
hers. She bundled up. It was cold out. The ghost of the 
music pounded away. She got a taxi home. In the backseat 
cum continued to leak out of her. Hours earlier, being 
mistaken for an adult, a grown woman, had thrilled her; 
now it hurt her. 

She wiped at her lipstick with a coat sleeve, her 
mascara with her fingers. The sleeve came away glittery 
though she hadn't worn glitter. She got out a few houses 
down from hers. She snuck in; stumbled through the 
house; closed her bedroom door behind her; got undressed 
and was surprised to find herself naked below the waist. 
She knew there'd be cum though. There was. She got in 
the shower and washed it away; cum and sweat, glitter, 
perfume and whatever else too. She washed off her make-
up and looked at her reflection. Her face was puffy like 
a baby's. She was a baby. She'd stay a baby. A few more 
years, at least. 

~~~~~

Eddie heard the shower running in his daughter's en 
suite and sat up in bed. For fourteen years he hadn't 
been able to sleep a wink without knowing where she was; 
knowing she was ok. He pulled on a pair of pyjama 
bottoms and a t-shirt and walked down the hall. The 
shower had stopped and the lights were off in her room. 
Her door was ajar and he opened it a little wider. 

'Amy, you home?'

No answer came, so he went inside. By the soft light 
coming in from the street outside he could see her shape 
in the bed she'd recently outgrown. Lying on her belly, 
a leg hanging off the bed, her hair spread out across 
her back, on top of the pink Powder puff Girls bed 
clothing she'd had for a decade. His heart swelled with 
fatherly love, as it always did when he looked in on his 
daughter sleeping, but as his eyes adjusted to the dark 
he noticed her nakedness. Where her legs were parted her 
pussy glinted moistly below her asshole. Eddie's body 
responded to the sight, but his mind was concerned. He 
knelt beside her bed and pushed back her hair from her 
face. 'Amy, are you awake?'

She didn't even stir. 

'Amy, honey, you're gonna catch a cold,' he said, 
knowing it was futile. She was out. He rolled her over 
gently by the shoulders and didn't bother trying to 
avert his gaze - his daughter was beautiful, as was her 
body, he already knew. This movement made her stir and a 
little frown appeared between her eyes. 'Amy, do you 
want to get under the covers?'

No response.

He slid an arm under her back and one under her knees 
and lifted her gently out of bed. He hadn't carried her 
like this in few years and she was heavier than he 
expected. She wasn't much lighter than her mother. He 
managed to hold her up though, and she sweetly lent her 
head into the nape of his neck. He stood back from the 
bed and, with his foot, pushed back the duvet. As he 
lowered her into her bed she wrapped her arms around his 
neck and when she was down she didn't let go. 

'You awake, honey?'

She murmured something he couldn't quite make out. 

'What was that?' he asked, looking down at her closed 
eyes, just a couple of inches from his own.

'Fuck me.'

He froze in place, his hands still under her back, her 
skin warm on his palm and fingers. Her arms were still 
around his neck. He asked again. 'What did you say, 
sweetie?'

This time she moaned, impatient as a child, 'Fuck me.'

Eddie's eyes were wide. She was squirming below him, her 
hips subconsciously rocking up and down, her little tits 
jiggling with each movement, the nipples erect. He could 
smell her arousal too, and something else... Something 
he quickly recognized as cum. His mind was spinning. 
Amy's face was just a few inches below his, her lips 
pouted in anticipation of a kiss, her eyes closed. 

She's dreaming, he thought. He freed a hand and 
tentatively, gingerly reached down her body and between 
her legs. Careful not to touch her more than necessary, 
he extended a finger and ran it up the length of her 
opening, applying the least amount of pressure possible. 
Amy shuddered beneath him, but his attention was on his 
finger. It was as he feared, of course; the unmistakable 
smell and texture of semen, mixed in with his own 
daughter's secretions. 

'Fuck me,' Amy sighed, to God knows who.

Eddie ducked his head and escaped his daughter's 
unconscious grasp and headed for the bathroom. He 
scanned the room. On top of the laundry basket was the 
t-shirt she'd worn out. It was drenched with sweat. He 
picked it up, expecting to see a pair on incriminating 
panties bunched up underneath. There were no panties, 
but hung up on the towel rack above the radiator was her 
coat. He opened it up and saw the stains. Silvery trails 
of dried cum. He went through the pockets, not knowing 
what he was looking for and coming up empty handed. 

He staggered back against the tiled wall and it was only 
when the bathroom blurred before his eyes that he 
realized he was crying. Why, though? he thought. Why did 
he feel the way he did when he'd discovered his high 
school sweetheart had cheated on him. He shook his head 
and got up. He needed a drink. 

Amy was still dreaming, when he came out of her 
bathroom, but her hands had made their way down to the 
itch she'd been feeling, and she was masturbating with 
both hands; one on her clit, the other reaching over and 
fucking herself. Eddie could hear the wet sounds she was 
making. His cock was getting hard and he suddenly felt 
like he'd already gotten that drink, or three. He knelt 
at the foot of her bed, tears still in his eyes, on 
level with his daughter's cunt. His cock grew harder 
still. 

What am I doing? he thought, his eyes on the vulgar 
machinations of his daughter's masturbation. He reached 
down and pulled out his cock, trying not to think. 

The strong sent of pussy was in the air and he breathed 
in deeply. He started jerking-off, his eyes flickering 
between the pussy in front of him and his daughter's 
face. Her mouth was parted and her tongue was waiting, 
still waiting for that kiss. She's still dreaming... he 
thought, stroking his cock and finding a rhythm. Her 
pussy was wet and spilling with every movement of her 
fingers. It was dripping down over her asshole and 
between her cheeks, pooling on the sheet beneath her. 

He reached up with his free hand and, hesitating for 
only a moment, put two fingers into that pool and coated 
them. He brought them to his lips and sucked them clean, 
greedily. She was incredibly sweet - so much more so 
than her mother had been. He reached up for more, his 
other hand pumping away, and found that he was scooping 
it not just off the sheet, but from between Amy's 
buttocks. When his fingertip brushed against her asshole 
she gasped and lifted her ass off the bed. 

He quickly, hungrily sucked her juices from his fingers 
and then reached out again and put his finger against 
her asshole, this time holding it there, studying her 
reaction. She moaned deep down in her throat and rocked 
her hips against the contact. 

Eddie watched, transfixed, as Amy's movements forced the 
tip of his finger into her asshole. He felt it squeezing 
tightly, and then almost sucking his finger inside. And 
inside it went, first up to the hilt of his fingernail, 
then to the first knuckle, Amy's juices acting as 
lubricant. Amy kept masturbating, building the tempo and 
rocking her hips, as Eddie's middle finger disappeared 
inside her. 

It was in to the second knuckle now and holding steady. 
He felt her asshole rhythmically squeezing his finger 
and he kept jerking off. He was so close to coming. So 
close. I can't...he thought, and he pushed it aside. His 
eyes were glued to his daughter's genitals; her sweet, 
sweet cunt, her fingers furiously fucking it, his finger 
as deep as it could go inside her tight, warm little 
asshole. It was one of the most erotic sights he'd ever 
witnessed. 

And then it came again; I can't. Again, he pushed it 
away, but it pushed back. I can't. I can't. I can't; 
over and over and over, he heard those two words as if 
someone else were saying them, somewhere in the hazy 
distance, but coming closer. He was so close to coming. 
For a moment he thought he couldn't stop even if his 
life depended on it. But his grip on his cock relaxed. 
It was painful, but he lifted his hand away completely. 
His hips began rocking of their own accord, searching 
for that delicious friction, aching for release. It took 
all his willpower not to take it in his hand again. 

Amy's back was now arching off her bed and her asshole 
constricted so tightly around his finger that he thought 
it might break. For a moment her fingers moved so fast 
they were a blur and then she clamped down with both 
hands, her hips swinging for the ceiling, her breath 
stopped in its tracks, her legs squeezed together, 
trapping Eddie's arm between them. 

She trembled from head to toe. Her toes curled in under 
themselves. She made a few strangled cries, and then 
slumped back down on the bed, her legs falling to either 
side. It was one of the most beautiful things Eddie 
would ever see in his life. 

He waited in the quiet for a few minutes, his heart 
pounding inside his chest, suddenly terrified of his 
daughter waking up to find her father molesting her. But 
soon he felt her relax around his finger. Gently and 
very, very slowly, he eased his finger out of her. He 
got to his feet, his knees cracking, and stumbled out 
into the hallway. 

He poured a glass of whiskey, his hands trembling, and 
downed it in one. He stared blankly ahead. He poured 
another glass and drank that too. A resolve came over 
him. He set down his glass, wiped his hands on the cloth 
he kept on the bar, and went back to Amy's room. 

She was still asleep, curled up, a thumb in her mouth, 
her arm covering her breasts. In the cool moonlight that 
flooded in through the window she looked eight years 
old. He stepped closer and took hold of her duvet cover. 
His eyes took her in again, the sweat beading on her 
naked skin, a light shiver beginning to set in. He 
pulled the cover over her and tucked her in like he had 
when she was a little girl. She was more than that now, 
he understood. 

He bent down and kissed her sweetly on the forehead 
where a slight frown had formed between her eyes. When 
he lifted his lips, the frown was gone. 'Daddy...' she 
sighed, sleepily. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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