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My Father, My Husband
by Schariah (schariah1@gmail.com)

***

A girl grows up to discover her true love is her father 
-- and she lives out her dream by becoming his wife. 
(Mf, ped, inc, bi, exh, 1st, oral, anal)

***


                     PART 1

Chapter I
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I'm such a lucky woman. When I look back on my 
wonderful fifteen years of marriage, I am so grateful 
for my wonderful husband, my beautiful daughter, and my 
brother -- or, my "wife," as he sometimes calls 
himself. You see, we're a very special family. 

My parents had me and my brother Bobby when they were 
very young. Daddy was only 19, and Mom 18, when Bobby 
was born. I followed the year after that. It was hard 
going for them at first. Daddy was always a hard worker 
-- very hard. That's why we have all that we have 
today. Daddy pushed himself so hard. I suppose it 
wasn't easy for Mom to be away from him so much, 
raising two babies, and so young herself. 

But it's hard for me to feel sorry for her. She left 
Daddy when I was five and Bobby was six. Disappeared, 
leaving only a note and a little money. Daddy tried for 
a while to find her, but we never heard from her again. 
That hit Daddy even harder, and yet he still managed. 
With family and friends -- where would we be without 
our understanding friends? -- he managed to hold down 
his job at the bank while raising the two of us by 
himself. As the years passed, the bank managers 
realized just how smart and hardworking Daddy was, and 
he rose fast. Today he owns several of the banks in our 
old neighborhood. 

I think Daddy was always more than a father to us. As 
far back as I can remember, he was so beautiful. With 
rich, dark hair and eyes that seemed to glean with 
masculinity. He could be so intense when he was 
focused, and so lighthearted when he relaxed. He was 
tender and understanding, but always knew when to keep 
quiet and just listen. And it was early on that I 
started to notice things like his strong arms, his wide 
chest, the way his jaw set when he was looking at 
something that interested him. I think I always had a 
crush on Daddy. Most girls do, probably. But few ever 
live out the dream as I have. 

Bobby was also wonderful to grow up with. I mean, we 
had our fights and we teased each other as all siblings 
do, but it was not long after he turned 14 that he 
started to realize he was different than other boys. 
All his friends were getting interested in girls, and 
he liked girls too, but as he would tell me late at 
night in our bedroom, he was also interested in the 
guys. Especially Raoul, the young El Salvadorian 
exchange student at our high school.

 They hung out a lot together, and Bobby would tell me 
each night about how he felt more than friendship for 
Raoul. We had heard of bisexuality before, but it took 
us a while to realize that's what Bobby was. And I'll 
never forget the night he came home late, telling me 
the story of how he had finally had the courage to 
speak up, to kiss Raoul -- and how Raoul had not 
rejected him, but had returned the kiss, and taken 
Bobby right there under the moon under the bleachers at 
the park in the middle of the night. 

Well, anyway, I kept quiet about my feelings for Daddy 
until I was sixteen. It wasn't easy. Whenever he would 
pick me up from school, I would feel a flutter in my 
heart just seeing him -- in his black T-shirt, waiting 
in the driver's seat, with his tanned skin, the sun 
shining on the planes of his cheeks. And the way he 
would smile when he noticed me. His white teeth 
shining. Oh, I could have just died sometimes. 

My friends were all so jealous, especially Rachel. She 
had such a crush on Daddy. "Hi, Mister Roberts," she 
would say, trying so hard to sound seductive. Daddy 
hardly noticed. I rolled my eyes. "Hard day at work?" 
she would ask, twirling her hair in her fingers. "No 
more than usual, Rachel," he would answer, politely. 
But then he would look at me, and we would share a tiny 
smile of understanding. Daddy only had eyes for me. 

But I said nothing, until one night in November, when 
we were getting ready for Thanksgiving. Having no 
family except the three of us, we usually had our 
friends over. Rachel, of course, would be there, and 
Debbie, one of Daddy's old friends from the bank. And 
Bobby's boyfriend at the time -- he went through a lot 
after his awakening. Anyway, we had spent the day 
cleaning our house and getting the china out. Daddy and 
I were in the kitchen. "So Don says I've done more in a 
single month as branch manager than any other manager 
they've had before," Daddy was saying. I relished every 
word. I loved talking to my beautiful Daddy. 

"I'm not surprised," I said. "You're so good at your 
job." I stood up from a cabinet where I'd been reaching 
for a pan. I turned around to hand it to him, and 
suddenly I realized everything was different. Daddy 
stood there looking at me with a strange gleam in his 
eyes. There was silence except for the crickets 
outside. He didn't say anything, just stood there, 
still wearing his work clothes -- his white shirt, his 
perfect silk tie that I had picked out for him that 
morning. A long time passed. My heart started to beat 
faster. Daddy still just stood there. 

"You've always believed in me, Lizzie," he said 
quietly. "I can't tell you how much that has meant to 
me."

I felt myself blushing madly. I tried to look away. I 
stuttered out something like, "Of course I believe in 
you," but I don't remember anything else but that 
moment. I just remember my knees getting weak. 

That night, as usual, Bobby and I talked as we lay in 
our beds, staring at the ceiling. Daddy couldn't yet 
afford a house big enough for us to have separate 
bedrooms. I told Bobby about the moment. I could tell 
Bobby everything. "Bobby, I-I don't know what it is..." 

"It's a crush," Bobby said, with a gentle laugh. "It's 
just a phase."

"It's not a crush," I said, angrier than I intended. 
"It's not."

"What is it, then?" 

"Bobby," I said after a while. "I think I love Daddy."

"Of course you do," he answered. "We both do."

"No," I whispered. "Not like that. I mean, I really 
love him." 

Bobby didn't laugh or anything. He was quiet. "I know," 
he answered finally. "It's obvious."

"What?"

"I mean, the way you look at him, the way you care for 
him. It's been a while now. And you never notice any of 
the guys at school. Bill, Richard? Those guys are so 
hot for you. Face it, Lizzie, you're so beautiful, you 
could have any guy you wanted. But you never date. You 
never even ask about it. You spend all your time with 
Dad." 

"Do you think that's wrong?" I asked. I began to play 
with my hair, twisting a golden strand between my 
fingers on the pillow.

"I don't know," was all Bobby said.

But I thought a lot about it. Weeks passed, and every 
day, the feelings grew stronger. I found myself wearing 
outfits that Daddy complimented instead of ones he 
didn't mention. When I got a pair of earrings at the 
mall and he mentioned them, I wore them all week. 

And then there was the times he would drop me off at 
school. I would always kiss him on the cheek and say 
goodbye. I savored the kiss just a little, loving the 
smell of him, the slight roughness of the whiskers that 
weren't completely shaved off. I began to let the kiss 
last a little longer each time. I wondered if he would 
notice, but he never said anything. Just, sometimes he 
would look at me with a little more care than usual in 
his eyes. 

Then came one evening, when I had just turned 16, that 
Bobby was out with a girl, and Daddy and I were 
watching TV. It was getting late, and I got up to go to 
bed. Daddy was wearing his pajama bottoms and a T 
shirt, as he often did. It was loose, but it still 
showed his perfect physique -- his defined muscles, his 
broad chest, his amazing arms. I was wearing my pink 
nightgown -- very chaste, really. "Good night, Daddy," 
I said, and I leaned over him to kiss him goodnight. 

He just looked at me, straight into my eyes. And 
instead of stopping or asking what he was thinking, I 
went ahead and did it -- I kissed him, right on the 
mouth, as I'd so long dreamed of doing. It only lasted 
briefly, I thought he wouldn't imagine it anything 
other than a daughterly kiss -- but I meant it as so 
much more. Slowly I pulled back and look at his eyes. 
He was looking at me so intensely. Or maybe I was just 
imagining... My heart was racing as I whispered "good 
night" and slipped down the hall to my bedroom. 

I lay there, staring at the ceiling for so long. My 
breathing was fast, my skin damp with perspiration. I 
struggled out of my nightgown and laid back, naked. My 
mind was full of images. Daddy in his tight tee-shirt. 
Daddy kissing me. Daddy's arms wrapped around my waist. 

The images began to broaden. I imagined him kissing me 
more deeply; his hands on me; his body over mine; his 
lips lingering on my skin; his fingers on my breasts. 
My nipples were hard, and I slowly traced my hand down 
my stomach toward my wet pussy, feeling the heat and 
moisture before I touched myself. 

I was seeing red and purple stars when I closed my 
eyes, and with a light touch I brushed my fingertips 
over my clit. I was so hot that the feeling instantly 
sent shocks through my limbs. I stifled a tiny moan as 
my finger circled my tiny button. My hips lifted off 
the damp bed sheets, as I teased myself gently, 
savoring the feeling of the warmth in my cunt, the 
wetness on my fingers. 

But I couldn't take much teasing, even from myself. I 
began to circle my clit faster, strumming on it, 
feeling the sparks flying through my body. My hips 
began to move in circles on their own as my fingers 
flickered over my pussy. Then I slid a finger in, 
imagining at the same time that it was my Daddy's 
delicious penis. 

"Oh!" I gasped, and began slipping my finger in and out 
as fast as I imagined his cock would move. "Oh, Daddy," 
I whispered, trying to stay quiet. It didn't take long 
before I felt my orgasm gathering in my loins. It 
seemed to bloom from my thighs and my belly and my 
head, rushing upward, pulling me toward my dream of 
Daddy's head and chest over me, and it built and built 
until it crashed on me in a blast. My body shivered, my 
hips rolled, the muscles in my legs strained, my head 
fell back, and my mouth opened wide as I welcomed the 
ecstasy. 

My body shuddered again and again I came, gasping where 
I wanted to scream, my fingers still swirling inside 
me, my wetness soaking the sheets beneath me. My back 
arched again as another wave ran through me and I shook 
again. Finally it eased; my energy gone, my fingers 
stopped. I slowly lowered to the bed, and panted out 
the last tiny shivers of my orgasm. Gradually I opened 
my eyes, looking at the dark room. It was true. I 
wanted Daddy more than anything. 

The next week, things seemed different. Daddy seemed 
quieter and yet more attentive to me. A few days later 
I went to dance class as I always did -- I was driving 
myself by this time, in a lovely used BMW Daddy bought 
me -- and Daddy showed up to watch. He rarely did that, 
since he often worked those nights. I was so happy 
because I was demonstrating a new routine I'd worked on 
for so long. 

I was wearing a light baby-blue dress with dark blue 
panties underneath and as I twirled, I felt a catch in 
my heart every time my skirt would rise on the air. I 
suppose I should have been embarrassed, but it was so 
thrilling to know he was looking at me. Nobody else 
counted. I would twirl, and I would look to see his 
reaction. He was staring at me, it seemed, with awe. 

Afterwards we walked down the street to get an ice 
cream. "Lizzie," Daddy said, "you were so beautiful 
tonight."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"No, I mean it. You have so much grace. And you're so -
- " he seemed to stop himself from what he wanted to 
say. "Energetic," he finally added. 

"Thanks. I've been practicing a lot."

"I should have come to watch more often."

I stopped him. "You were working, Daddy," I said, 
looking up at him. The streetlights highlighted the 
tips of his hair and his eyelashes. "You work to make 
us all a living, I understand." 

"How did you ever get so wise, Lizzie?" he asked. Then 
he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a black box. 
"I have something for you," he said. 

"What is it?" I almost shouted, I was so excited. He 
turned the box and opened it. Inside, a diamond pendant 
glittered back at me. "Oh my god! Is it -- " I stopped 
myself. 

"Real? Of course it is, sweetheart. Nothing but the 
best for you." 

"Oh, Daddy, it's amazing. I love you!" I hugged him 
before noticing it. But instantly, I felt the crush of 
my breasts against him, and his hands on my hips. They 
were a little low, almost touching the curve of my ass. 
I didn't mind. I loved it. I looked up at him and 
kissed him. Really kissed him. Long, deep, as I'd 
wanted to kiss him for so long. I held it, my hands 
around his neck, my fingers running up to twine in his 
hair. I felt his hands ride up my back and then down 
again to my waist. Slowly, I pulled away at last, 
feeling our lips stick together a little before we 
could exhale. 

"Thank you," he said quietly. That was all. But that 
night, once again, I daydreamed of him as I touched my 
pussy, and I came in a mad torrent. Only minutes later, 
Bobby came home. I told him about the necklace and 
about the kiss. 

He was quiet for a minute, but then he said, "That's 
great, Lizzie."

"You don't think it's wrong?" I asked. "I mean, he's my 
father."

"If you love him -- well, there's not much love in this 
world," he said, sounding somehow as wise as his words. 
"If you find it, I think you have to hang on to it. If 
you find it with Dad, then I think that's wonderful." 

Two days later, Daddy had another surprise for me. 
"We're going away," he said. "Just you and me. There's 
a business conference in Tampa, and I want you to come 
along." I was so excited. The first thing we did was go 
shopping. There was to be a fancy ball, and I needed a 
new dress. Daddy bought me the perfect simple, black 
dress, long, off the shoulder, with feathers around the 
bust and tiny spaghetti straps. And it had a slit up 
the side from the ankle almost to the waist! It was 
daring, elegant, and innocent all at once. It was 
perfect. 

The first day at the conference was pretty boring. 
Daddy was in work meetings in the conference hall -- 
something about banking or investments. I didn't care 
back then. I was so excited to be in Florida, on a 
white sandy beach in my string bikini. I caught a dozen 
guys staring at me as I ran lotion along my smooth 
legs. I even had the cute Cuban waiter rub lotion on my 
back after I untied my top. I knew he wanted to touch 
my breasts. He lingered on my sides as men will do -- 
but I didn't let him. 

That night, I dressed myself carefully, after bathing 
and adding the perfect amount of Eternity. Of course I 
wore my diamond necklace. I looked so grown up and 
elegant when I saw myself in the mirror. My breasts had 
grown to perfect, round C cups. My hips swelled out 
perfectly from my waist. My dancing had ensured that my 
body was tight and round, and the dress clung 
perfectly, to my breasts, my flat stomach, and just the 
right amount to my little ass. The slit was just the 
right height. 

As Daddy used to say, a woman's real jewelry is her 
body. And I pulled up my hair in back so it fell in 
perfect rings around the base of my neck, as though I 
hadn't thought about it at all. Just when I'd finished, 
the door to the bathroom opened, and Daddy stepped out 
in his tuxedo. He was gorgeous. The jacket showed off 
his broad shoulders, and the pants his narrow hips -- 
perfect. 

"Shall we?" he asked, and offered me his arm.

We sat at a table with four other people. The light was 
soft, the music was jazz, and the food was delicious, 
but what I remember most was how Daddy introduced me. 
"My name is William Roberts," he said. "And this is 
my... my lady Elizabeth." His lady? Not his daughter! 

"How do you do?" I asked as I shook the woman's hand.

"Very well, thank you," said the lady, who introduced 
herself as Anne. She was very nice. We became lifelong 
friends, actually. We talked all through dinner, Daddy, 
Anne and me. He never let on that I was his daughter, 
and neither did I. For the night, we were a couple. 

Daddy asked me to dance, then. We went out on the 
floor, and, oh, I can still feel his hands warming my 
skin through the soft velvet of the dress. The slow 
dance, when I hung my arms around his neck and held 
close to him. I could feel his hard chest, his flat 
stomach, and the bulge beneath. 

About 1 a.m. we excused ourselves and made our way back 
to the room. I was just a tiny bit tipsy from the red 
wine, and maybe Daddy was too, but he didn't show it. 
We went inside. It was a beautiful suite with a 
separate kitchen, and I went in to get a glass of 
water. Behind me, Daddy turned on the stereo. Soft 
piano music filled the room. I went to the living room, 
still dark, as only the kitchen light was on. "Let's 
dance again," he said. I laughed lightly, and too his 
hand as he wrapped the other around my waist. 

It was slow music, and I reveled the feeling of his 
hands on me. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest, just 
below his neck. He rested his chin slightly on my head. 
"I love you, Daddy," I whispered.
 
"I love you, Lizzie," he said, the vibration of his 
voice running straight into my head. I looked up at 
him. He looked down at me. I reached up slowly for a 
kiss, and he returned it. His lips pressed to mine, and 
his hands grasped my lower back. But I didn't stop. I 
felt his tongue flick out slightly against my lips. I 
opened them, and touched his tongue with mine. 

His hands traveled slowly up my back. Mine grasped his 
bow tie, and I slowly pulled it undone. His kisses 
became only more urgent, and I felt his fingers touch 
the zipper concealed at the back of my dress. "Yes, 
Daddy," I whispered between kisses. My hands slid to 
his shoulders, pushing his jacket off, and it fell to 
the floor. He traced his mouth down my cheek, to the 
spot below my ear, and slowly to my throat. "Yes," I 
said again. 

I felt the zipper descend slowly, and then his fingers 
sliding the straps of my dress from my shoulders. There 
was an instant's hesitation and then it fell from my 
chest. 

I was wearing no bra, and my breasts stood out, firm 
and round, with my tiny pink nipples hard with the 
electric excitement. I felt his hand cup my right 
breast as his kisses slid down my throat. With my hands 
I reached for his belt. 

"I love you, Lizzie," he said again. And then there was 
a catch in his breath as my hand touched the hardness 
of his cock beneath his trousers. I undid his belt, and 
the stepped back, out of his arms. I looked straight at 
him. This was the moment I'd dreamt of. I shifted and 
let my dress fall to my feet with a rush. I stood there 
in my black lace panties, my heels, and my diamond 
necklace. 

And slowly, deliberately, I reached up an untied the 
black ribbon from my hair. It cascaded around my 
shoulders. I stared straight at his face, not wanting 
to miss his reaction, and it was just what I hoped. He 
seemed to become the ultimate man. I could sense the 
animal energy in him, so powerful, yet barely 
constrained, just as his hard manhood was constrained 
under the delicate fabric of his slacks. 

"Oh my god," he whispered, and he stepped forward, 
wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me into a deep 
and passionate kiss. His tongue dueled with mine as he 
gently lowered me backwards onto the big couch. His 
lips slid down to my chest, and he began licking me, as 
though he wanted to taste every inch of my skin. 

My breasts ached for his touch, but he was gentle and 
slow. Just when I could hardly stand it, I felt his 
tongue trace the very tip of my nipple, dragging along 
it slowly, then wrapping around it. And his hand began 
to ride up my inner thigh to my wet pussy. I was 
delirious with desire. 

His tongue dragged down lower, pausing at my belly 
button, swirling around it, driving me even crazier 
until I wanted to force him lower. But then he pulled 
back to admire my panties -- mere wisps of lace barely 
covering my neatly shaved snatch. He seemed like barely 
constrained fire. 

His fingers slid higher, and he grasped the panties, 
quickly drawing them over my hips, down my legs, and 
onto the floor. In an instant, he had stood and pulled 
off his shirt, then his pants, and then there he was, 
pulling his underwear off to reveal the long, hard cock 
I had dreamed about so long. 

I reached out for it, and grasped it lightly in my 
little fingers. It was so hot. And I could feel it 
pulsing with his heartbeats. He moved forward, kneeling 
between my legs as I spread them for him. 

"Say no if you want me to..." he began. I knew he 
would.

"I want it, Daddy. Oh, god I want it!"

Then I felt the circumcised head of his length touching 
at my pussy lips. I was so wet, it took only an instant 
for me to be ready for him. He looked into my eyes as 
he pushed forward. An inch, then another. 

I arched my back, my mouth opening, my eyes squeezing 
shut at the feeling of my first penetration. Oh, god it 
was perfect. 

He pushed again, until he reached my maidenhead, and 
then he paused. "Please, Daddy! Oh, god, please!" I 
gasped. He hugged me tightly, and I wrapped my legs 
around his lower ribs. He thrust again. Pain burst upon 
me for an instant. I gasped in surprise. My sight went 
red. But he held still, holding me, his fingers running 
through the hair on my neck. 

And then he was thrusting, his cock sinking deeper and 
deeper into me, pushing me into the couch cushions, 
only to rise again, dragging out of me. My pussy lips 
pushed in and pulled out with each of his long, slow 
thrusts. I was in heaven. I reached behind me and dug 
my fingernails into the fabric of the arm of the couch 
as he pushed into me again, and again. 

I could feel his cock filling me, stretching me open. 
He was so hard, and so hot inside me, and it felt like 
the whole universe was centered in my pussy. 

He was panting with each thrust, shoving it, slowly 
pulling out, and then twisting his hips as he pushed 
back into me. I heard a high whining and realized it 
was my voice. I felt sweat dripping from his forehead 
down onto me. 

My hips bounced up to meet each push of his hardness 
into my belly. I felt the warmth beginning to spread, 
and then my cum was on me all at once. "Oh DADDY!" I 
cried out at the top of my lungs. "Oh GOD DADDY! I'm 
COMING!" 

I convulsed, throwing my chest up toward his mouth, and 
he instantly sucked in one of my nipples, sending me 
crashing into an orgasm that pulled every muscle tight. 
I could feel my pussy clenching down on his hard cock 
as it kept slamming into me again and again. I could 
hear only my cry, "YEEESSS!" 

My body shook and twisted and shivered and I pulled 
hard with my legs around him, holding him tight within 
me. It was then that he threw back his head and his 
groan burst into a yell. "Ahhh!" he cried, and his hips 
slammed forward into me even harder, in ragged jolts. 

His cock seemed to grow harder and then he burst within 
me, firing ropes of cum into my belly. I felt more 
shivers down my spine. The same cum that had made me 
was blasting deep into my pussy, twice, three times, 
again and again as his cries continued. "Yes!" I 
shouted, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, my legs 
pulling him tighter into me. He cried out again, and 
blasted more sperm into me. "Oh, Lizzie!" 

Finally he slowed, but didn't stop. His hips moved 
slowly, stirring his cock inside me as he came down 
from his high. I reached up and wiped sweat from his 
brow. "Thank you, Daddy," I said. "I wanted that for so 
long." 

"Me too, Lizzie," he said. He smiled. "You have no 
idea."

We spent that night in bed together, too excited to 
sleep, until finally exhaustion overcame us.

***

The next morning I awoke before him. I watched my 
beautiful naked father sleeping for a while, and then 
gently got out of bed. I put on some panties and a t-
shirt and slipped out to the kitchen to make some 
coffee. 

It took a while for the pot to be done, and when I 
reached up to the cabinet to get a mug, I heard a sound 
behind me. I turned only slightly, and there was Daddy, 
in just his underwear. He wore those tight boxer-
briefs, black ones, that hugged his narrow hips and his 
tight package and showed off his perfect abs. He walked 
up behind me. I didn't move. I could sense the tension, 
the heat, the joy. 

He reached up over me and pulled down the mugs. But I 
didn't turn around, as I felt his hands on my hips, and 
his breath on the back of my neck. He pushed up against 
me and I could feel his hardening cock against my ass. 

I sighed as he pressed harder against me, and moved one 
hand up under my T-shirt to cover my left tit, his 
fingers pulling slightly on my hard nipple. His other 
hand moved around gently to the front, and dragged down 
to lightly brush over the center of my black panties, 
feeling the growing heat as my pussy became wetter. I 
closed my eyes and leaned back as his hand ran gently 
up and down over my pussy. 

I savored the feeling of his taking control of me. I 
enjoyed the scent of his body, the heat of his chest 
against my back, the sound of his breath behind my ear 
as he nuzzled my neck. I spread my legs a little more 
as his hand pushed a little more urgently at my 
panties. 

Then he moved his hands, grasped the waistband, and 
peeled my panties down over my ass. I think he liked 
revealing the curves of my ass to his sight, and I bent 
forward a little for him. I could almost feel his gaze 
on my skin. 

He slid my underwear down my legs, and as he raised up, 
he also pulled his boxers down, revealing his engorged 
penis. Then he stood again, and I felt the shaft 
brushing against the backs of my legs. I bent over 
more, placing my hands down on the tile countertop and 
opening myself to what I knew was coming. 

The tip of his cock nudged gently at the open petals of 
my vagina and he grasped my hips with both hands. A 
heartbeat passed. "Fuck me, Daddy," I whispered. 

And he lunged into me, his whole length entering me, 
filling me up, almost knocking the breath out of me. 
"Oh, GOD!" I groaned, and leaned farther over the 
counter, the tips of my nipples touching it. 

He held my hips tightly with his fingers as he began to 
fuck me with smooth, determined strokes. I could feel 
him so deep inside me. I relished every inch as he 
shoved himself into my core, and I pushed back against 
him to make sure I got it all. Then when he withdrew, I 
clenched down on him as best I could, wanting not to 
let him go, reveling in the feeling of my pussy lips 
clinging to him. 

I reached down with one hand between my legs and cupped 
his balls when he pushed in, feeling the hair on them, 
loving the way they slapped against my clit with each 
thrust. My tits bounced each time, jostling under my T-
shirt. They almost hurt, they were so heavy and his 
thrusts so hard. 

He grunted just a tiny bit with each shove, and his 
hips swirled inside me a little before he withdrew, as 
though to ensure that he touched everything inside me. 
"God, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me!" I wailed. "Fuck me like 
you used to fuck Mom," I added, and that seemed to 
increase his vigor. His cock lurched inside my belly 
with each thrust, my body bouncing forward and my hair 
swaying down over my face each time. 

God, it was heaven. I could hardly stand. The kitchen 
was filled with the sound of my whimpers and the 
slapping of his tummy against my ass. Each time he 
slammed his cock into me his balls swung forward 
against my clit, sending shivers down my spine. But he 
sensed that it wasn't enough, and soon his fingers 
grasped my clit, playing with it in tiny circles. It 
sent me over the edge. 

"Oh, god, here it comes!" I cried. "Oh, Daddy! I'm 
coming on your cock!" I didn't stop to think about what 
I was saying. All I cared about was his wonderful cock 
banging into me. "Come with me, please!" I cried, just 
before it hit me. 

My fingers tried to grasp the tile counter, clawing at 
it as my orgasm raced from my pussy up my spine and I 
exploded. "Oh GOD!" I shouted. "Oh GOD!" I threw myself 
back against that delicious cock. I writhed and quaked. 
I lost control, and my darling Daddy held me up, 
keeping up his pace, shoving his cock into me to wrench 
my cum from me. 

I cried out again as shivers ran over my body, my pussy 
coating his cock with my juices. My knees were weak, 
but his strong arms held me up and pulled me back 
against his cock again and again as my muscles were 
shocked with the sensations. "Oh FUUUUUCK!" I cried. It 
seemed to last forever. 

In the middle of it I realized he was starting to come, 
too. His thrusts became irregular, his breathing 
paused, and I suddenly heard him whisper hoarsely into 
my ear, "I'm going to come, Lizzie. Just like with your 
mother." I couldn't believe how erotic it felt. The 
same cum that made me was soon once more to blast into 
my belly. 

"Give it to me, Daddy," I said, almost calmly. He 
groaned his response, slamming his cock as deep into me 
as he could reach, and his cockhead went off, spurting 
his seed into my belly. 

"Oh, Lizzie!" he growled. His arms were still wrapped 
around me and they squeezed me now, almost too tight. 
But I loved it. 

His body wracked once, twice, three times as his cum 
boiled up from his balls, raced down his shaft, and 
launched into my pussy. I reached down quickly, and 
traced my fingers over his balls, then squeezed them 
slightly, to coax more of his precious cum from him. 

"Oh, GOD!" he said, slamming into me again, as the last 
few drops poured into my belly. Then he rested. Leaning 
over my back, he kept his hard cock inside me. I could 
feel the semen running out of me, down his shaft, down 
the insides of my thighs, mixing with the sweat. I 
relished it. I moved my hips in slow circles to feel 
his shaft still in me. 

"Good morning, Daddy," I giggled. 

"Good morning, baby," he said, kissing the spot beneath 
my right ear, and twisting himself a little in my 
pussy's grip. I didn't let him go for a long time after 
that. 

The rest of the week was amazing. We talked, we walked, 
we watched the stars, and swam in the sea. We laid out 
on our private balcony at sunset. We talked—like 
equals—we shared everything. At the goodbye party, I 
once again accompanied my Daddy for cocktails and hors 
d'ouvres. We said good bye to Anne, who promised to 
keep in touch, with a strange twinkle in her eye. 
Little did I know then that she had already figured us 
out. But we never told anyone we were father and 
daughter. We were just boyfriend and girlfriend. 

And at night, we were lovers. I would awake at 2 in the 
morning, to feel his hard cock nudging at my entrance, 
and I would welcome him into me, savoring the slick 
feeling of his cock pushing inside. I loved his hands 
on me, his lips. When he tasted my pussy, and drank my 
cum, I felt like a princess, like a queen, like a 
goddess being worshipped. 

Of course nothing was the same after that. We spent the 
next two years as lovers, but also as partners. I had 
always helped take care of Daddy, but now I felt truly 
the woman of the household. I cooked for him and Bobby. 
I helped manage the bills. When we moved to the new 
house shortly before my 17th birthday, I helped pick it 
out, and I managed the decoration all by myself. I was 
Daddy's equal, except for one thing. I always called 
him Daddy. I always would. 


Chapter II
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Our new house was a beautiful 3000 square foot ranch 
house in southern California with a big blue pool in 
back. I loved to lay beside the pool in my string 
bikini and read, or to throw myself into the cool water 
when the sun had scorched my soft skin. 

One afternoon Bobby and I were enjoying the pool while 
Daddy was on a business trip. Bobby was older than me, 
but ever since Daddy and I had entered our *real* 
relationship, I had been the woman of the house, and 
Bobby respected that. I was laying on my back with my 
dark sunglasses, my book tossed aside. I just enjoyed 
the baking heat of the air and the feeling of the 
perspiration as it rolled off my thighs and shoulders. 
Bobby was swimming laps. He worked out hard in the 
pool, and it kept him in lovely shape. 

I heard him stop, and shortly afterwards he laid down 
beside me, a towel thrown loosely around his shoulders. 
His panting slowed gradually, and we began to talk. 
Bobby was dating Rachel now -- the girl who'd had such 
a crush on Daddy. I guess she figured Bobby looked a 
lot like him (he did!) and since Rachel knew about me 
and Daddy, she knew he was off limits. Bobby was still 
bi, but he'd really been enjoying going out with Rachel 
for a while now. Only one problem -- Rachel was a 
virgin, and seemed so nervous whenever Bobby tried to 
push things too fast. 

"She just needs some friendly guidance," I said. "I was 
a little nervous my firs time, too."

"Yeah. But, man, I'm tired of waiting!" he laughed.

"Well, be patient with her," I said. "She's actually a 
pretty easy-going girl. She's cool. She just needs a 
little time, is all." 

"She's coming over soon," Bobby said. "I told her we 
could swim."

"Good for you," I smiled. 

It wasn't long after that I heard the doorbell. I 
jumped up, wrapped a towel low around my hips, and 
hustled to the door. It was Rachel, in a T-shirt and 
shorts, and a big round straw hat. "Hi, Lizzie!" she 
chimed. 

"Hey, Rachel! Come on in!" I walked her to the side of 
the pool. Bobby had gotten back in the water, and waved 
and smiled that wicked grin before diving under the 
water to continue his laps. He was clever, that Bobby. 
Showing off his body so nonchalant.

Rachel pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her 
shorts, revealing a lovely emerald green one-piece. 
It's surprising how sexy one-pieces can be. But still, 
I prefer bikinis. "Wow, Rachel," I said. "You're so 
pretty. I wish I had your legs." 

"Are you kidding me?" she laughed. "Look at you! You're 
perfect." But Rachel was so hot. Maybe every girl 
thinks this way, but I envied her long, lean legs, with 
her tight little thighs. When she put them together you 
could still almost see between her legs. Her ass was 
round and high, and the swimsuit didn't quite cover the 
cheeks -- a very sexy effect. But even more striking 
was her hair -- long, straight, and perfectly black. 
Not brown, just black. She threw her head back like it 
was no big thing and put the hat back on her head, 
before sitting down again. 

As Bobby continued his laps, we talked, and I turned 
the conversation gradually to her and Bobby. I knew 
Bobby expected me to. That's why he'd said something.

"I don't know," she whispered when I asked her about 
it. "I guess I'm just worried that it's not right. I 
mean, won't it hurt?" 

"Just a little at first," I said, looking straight at 
her. She wore no sunglasses and her dark eyes were so 
big and lovely. I bit my bottom lip a little. "I know 
Bobby would be gentle. And he's just crazy about you." 

"Yeah. I like him too."

"And you want him?"

"GOD yes," she groaned, trying to keep her voice down, 
as her eyes flickered to Bobby's powerful back muscles 
rippling under the waves. 

"Well, you should have him, then," I said with a little 
laugh. "I give you permission!"

She laughed too. We looked up as Bobby pulled himself 
out of the pool, his arms straining slightly with the 
effort. His trunks clung to him as the water fell from 
his frame. He was breathing hard again. 

"Come here, Bobby," I said quietly. I stared at him 
intently.

Bobby stepped forward, and stopped between the two 
lounges. "Yeah?" he gasped. I looked slowly over at 
Rachel and winked. Then I reached up to the waistband 
of his shorts, and pulled them down, deliberately. 
Bobby didn't stop me. His cock slowly came into view, 
soft, but long, and topped with a carefully tended 
patch of hair. It was perfect, the circumcised head 
shining with the wetness. 

I said nothing, but reached slowly up to grasp his 
shaft and then kissed it right on the head. I heard a 
hissing breath from Bobby. I paused for an instant, 
then stuck out my tongue and ran it slowly up the shaft 
of my brother's penis, feeling it starting to harden 
immediately. Then I pulled back -- and engulfed his 
half-hard organ in my mouth. I rolled my tongue back 
and forth under the head, to get him hard as quickly as 
possible. I pushed down as far as I could go, then 
slowly dragged my mouth back, savoring the bump of 
every vein on his hard manhood. I looked over at Rachel 
again. She said nothing, but watched with fascination. 

I dropped my head down his shaft again and began 
fucking his cock with my mouth. Bobby just stood, his 
head thrown slightly back, his eyes half closed as I 
worked his cock. After a few quick pulls, I withdrew 
slowly, sucking hard and I let it pop from my lips. 

"Try it, Rachel," I said quietly. I held the base of 
his shaft in my hand and pointed his 7 inches at her. 
She impressed me. She moved forward quickly, and 
engulfed his cock in her mouth, closing her eyes to 
concentrate on the feeling. I held his cock for her as 
she bounced he head back and forth. Bobby groaned. 

"That's right," I whispered. Then I leaned forward 
again and Rachel and I began to share Bobby's delicious 
cock. We would lick opposite sides, then tease the 
head. Then I would nurse on his balls while she bounced 
her lips up and down. Bobby wouldn't last much longer 
if we kept this up! 

I moved my lips to Rachel's ear. "You want to feel him 
inside you?" I asked. 

"Yes. Oh, yes!" she said between slurps. 

"I'll be right back," I said. I got up and went inside. 

By the time I came back, with a silver tray with 
sandwiches, cold drinks, and a variety of condoms, 
Bobby was lying on the lounge, and Rachel was kneeling 
between his spread legs. Her mouth was bouncing up and 
down, her hand working his shaft with each pull. Bobby 
was in heaven, his hand gently running over her long 
dark hair as it swayed over his lap. 

Setting the tray down, I knelt behind her and leaned 
over her back. I ran my hands slowly up her back to her 
shoulders, and with my finger tips, I eased the straps 
of her suit down her arms, slowly revealing her firm 
round breasts. They bounced with her movements on 
Bobby's dick. I kissed the back of her neck. "Here we 
go, sweetie," I said, and I handed her a rubber. She 
smiled and took it. I moved beside her, and together we 
opened it, and rolled it down over Bobby's perfect, 
straight cock. 

She looked at me with a sweet look in her eyes, and I 
kissed her gently. "This is it," I thought, and 
strangely I felt myself blush. She took a few more 
pulls on Bobby and then stood. 

Together my brother and I tugged the rest of the suit 
down, revealing her slender waist and her tiny belly 
button, then the widening of her hips, the flat tummy, 
and then her pussy, perfectly shaved, with her tiny 
lips open and glistening with her excitement. When her 
suit was off, she moved up over him. 

I held his cock still as she lowered herself toward it, 
Bobby licking and kissing at her nipples all the while. 
She paused when his cock touched her open labia, and 
Bobby reached around to cup her firm ass. With a slow, 
but steady pace, he moved his hips up and hers down, 
and she slid, by tiny movements, over the first cock he 
had ever had. It opened her, and I watched with 
fascination as her pussy strained to stretch around it. 
His shaft disappeared slowly into her until it reached 
her hymen. 

We all just stopped, then, and let the moment sink in. 
I felt so touched to be included in Rachel's moment. 
Bobby pushed up, his cock bursting her cherry. She 
gasped, but that was all. And she slid easily the rest 
of the way over his fat manhood, until her pussy lips 
rested against his big balls. 

"Oh, Bobby. Oh, Bobby," she muttered, her eyes clenched 
shut. Bobby just kept kissing her breasts, her throat. 
Then he began slowly to lead her in the dance, her hips 
bouncing up and down with his thrusts, his hands 
tightly clenching her butt. 

I watched the sun glitter off her hair as her body 
bounced against him. Her hands were on his chest, her 
tits hard, bouncing just slightly in place before 
Bobby's mouth. I watched when Bobby's cock would 
reappear, glistening with her pussy juices, only to 
thrust greedily back into her. He was twisting his hips 
just a little, his shaft hitting new spots in her each 
time. 

I ran my finger tips gently over her back, and listened 
to the delicious sounds she made. "Oh, Bob -- " she 
would whimper. "Oh, god, I didn't know. I didn't know." 
She gasped as she felt the growing tension of her first 
real cum. "Oh, Bobby, fuck me. I've wanted it so long." 

Her hips began to move faster, and soon she was hopping 
up and down, taking long, fast strokes. Bobby held on, 
loving it. Rachel was just whimpering wit pleasure on 
every down stroke, as she concentrated on the pleasure 
radiating out from his cock. 

I couldn't resist -- I moved around in front of her, 
and leaned down to lick at her little clit as she 
fucked Bobby. "AH!" she shouted at the contact. Her 
voice rose even higher in pitch as I swatted her clit 
gently with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, god! Bobby, I'm 
going to come!" she shouted. The she said it straight, 
almost calmly, with a hint of wonder. 

She looked down into Bobby's face as I kept up my 
licking against the wet top of her bald pussy. "I'm 
going to come, Bobby. You're...making...me -- " Her 
head fell back, her hair went flying, and her hips 
began to slam against him in shuddering jolts. I moved 
up quickly and grasped her head in both of my hands so 
that I could give her one more deep kiss, to say 
goodbye to her virginity. Our tongues smashed against 
each other with wild abandon, and then she pulled back 
and looked straight into my eyes. 

"Give it to him," I whispered.

Then she threw back her head and let out a scream of 
ecstasy. "OH GODDDD! YESSSS!" Her body shivered, her 
back twisted, her arms pushed forward and I could see 
her fingernails digging into Bobby's flesh. 

She was out of her mind, and the image was gorgeous -- 
the sun painted a gold line across her forehead, down 
her large round breasts, her twisting hips -- all at 
the moment when she really became a woman. It was 
magical, and I just sat back to watch as she cried out 
again and again, bursting with the sensations. She was 
saturating Bobby's cock with her sweet cum. 

He was clenching his teeth, trying to hold back, but he 
couldn't. He let out a grunt, then a groan, then a 
shout of joy as his hips slammed upwards and his balls 
boiled over. He blasted out his cum in great shudders, 
his muscles bulging out with the effort, his toes 
curling with the intensity. "Oh, Rachel!" he shouted, 
and pulled her tight into him again, as his cock 
spurted again deep inside her cunt. I reached out and 
gently brushed his balls with my fingertips, and 
watched as a great shiver ran over his whole body. 
"AHHH!" he shouted, and I imagined I could see another 
pulse of his hot sperm pushing from his balls, through 
his cock and blasting out his essence for Rachel. 

After a long moment, they relaxed, and Rachel fell 
against Bobby's chest. She didn't let his cock go, 
though. She just laid against him, her head against his 
shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her. They said 
nothing. Bobby looked up at me and smiled, a conqueror, 
sated, a man who had had his woman, supremely relaxed. 
I winked at him and rose. I gently draped a towel over 
them, as I looked up at the sun beginning to set, and I 
walked slowly into the house. I would let them enjoy 
the evening alone. 


Chapter III
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The sound of the car woke me gently from my sleep. The 
clock said 2:30. Daddy was home, finally, from his 
business trip. I smiled slightly, knowing what was to 
come.

Our new house was big enough for us all to have 
separate rooms, but by this time, I had moved into the 
room with Daddy. And on hot nights like this one, I 
would sleep naked, enjoying the feeling of the cool, 
rich cotton sheets against my skin. On nights when 
Daddy was away on business, it could get lonely, but 
that just made it all the better when Daddy came home. 

I heard the key turn in the lock, and then the soft 
sounds of him walking down the hall, and carefully 
opening the door. He was trying not to wake me, the 
dear man. But he knew I was already awake. I always 
was. I listened to him getting undressed: the sounds of 
his belt coming undone, his shirt going into the 
hamper. Then I felt him sliding between the sheets and 
the weight of his body next to me. "Hi, Daddy," I said 
gently, letting him know I was awake. My back was to 
him, and he snuggled up behind me like a spoon. "Hi, 
angel," he answered. "I missed you." 

"I missed you too, Daddy," I answered. Against my ass, 
I could feel his bulging cock beginning to harden 
slightly underneath his shorts. I smiled. I loved the 
fact that I could have that effect on him. I felt so 
womanly that way. 

We said nothing more. We just felt ourselves 
communicating with our bodies. He moved his hands 
around my hips, then down, caressing my ass. He always 
loved the way my hips would curve up when I laid on my 
side. He said it was so feminine it drove him wild. His 
hand moved down the curve of my ass toward my inner 
thigh. Instantly I felt myself flush hot; my pussy 
getting wetter. 

Then, very lightly, his fingertips brushed the lips of 
my vagina, sending a shock through me. I sighed and 
turned my face into the pillow as he caressed me. I 
felt him shifting in the bed as he pulled the briefs 
down over his cock. I spread my legs more to give him 
room to enter me from behind. His hand, then, leading 
his cock to me, then the head splitting my pussy lips 
open. I coated the head with my juices. 

Then the slow, gentle push as he entered me, gradually 
-- soft as a whisper. I groaned lightly into the pillow 
as his cock disappeared into me. It pushed deeper and 
deeper, with an unrelenting movement. Finally his belly 
rested against my ass and I knew he was in me all the 
way. He began his back and forth motions, slowly, 
maddeningly. It was perfect. 

I loved how his cock would slide deeper into me than I 
thought possible, then would drag out slowly, inch by 
inch, only to push again between my wet labia. He held 
my right leg open with one arm, to keep me open for 
him. With his other hand he reached around my shoulder 
to cup my breast and to hold me in place as his thrusts 
became more vigorous. He had been wanting this all 
night, all the way home from the airport, so you 
couldn't expect him to last much longer. 

His movements were rapid, now, his dick sliding fast in 
and out of me. My tits jolted each time he slammed into 
me. His breathing was becoming ragged -- a signal I 
knew meant he would come soon. His hips began to smash 
against me, his manhood penetrating with even more 
speed. I was losing my breath, it felt so good. I 
thought I might faint. 

Then, I felt his teeth dig into my right shoulder, like 
an animal afraid I might get away. He let out a cry, 
and his hips jerked against me, and he began to come. 
His cock pulsed inside me, his balls constricting, and 
his white hot semen shooting forth, exploding into my 
womb. Again he shuddered, and again his cock spurted 
into me. He kept up his frantic fucking, and when he 
cried out a third time against the soft, sweaty skin on 
my shoulder, and his dick pulsed another rope of his 
semen inside me, it sent me over the edge. 

I cried out into the pillow as my pussy began to 
squeeze and release his cock, and my body shook with my 
orgasm. My muscles pulled taut, my fingers clawed at 
the sheets, my legs lost their strength and my body 
shook again and again as Daddy continued to pour his 
cum into me. I could feel his sperm overflowing my 
little pussy and running down my legs into the sheets. 
Daddy never missed a stroke, never slowed, as he drew 
the last few shivers from my body with his marvelous 
cock. The smell of sweat and sperm filled the room. 

Then he snuggled up behind me again, his hands running 
over the thin layer of sweat that covered my body. Our 
breathing gradually slowed as he kissed my back, my 
neck. Finally the quiet of the night swallowed us, and 
we slept. 

Daddy and I lived as lovers, as companions, as 
partners. We shared everything. I was taking a double 
load of classes at the college nearby, studying 
finance. I don't mean to brag, but I'm smart, and I 
found the classes challenging but always had straight 
As. And I gained a circle of close friends. There was 
Anne, Daddy's colleague we'd met in Florida, and Rachel 
-- until she and Bobby broke up. (That was messy; we 
never saw her again.) And there was Christine and 
Cheryl and JoAnne, Cheryl's lover. And there was 
Professor Watson, who was so good looking. 

I think he wanted to be with me, but of course, I only 
belonged to Daddy. They would all come over many 
evenings, and we would talk about music and art and 
philosophy and love and movies and anything, till hours 
of the night. I loved being a hostess, and I loved 
seeing Daddy dazzle them with his mind and his charm. 
Only Anne knew that I was Daddy's daughter. To the rest 
of them, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. 

It was in my junior year in college, just before my 
20th birthday, that Daddy and I started talking about 
the future. He was doing really well as the bank, but 
there was a new opportunity with an investment start-
up. I knew he really wanted it. He would be the top 
man. The money was very good, but it was still risky, 
since it was a new business. And it would require a lot 
of travel. But Daddy and I, and Bobby, talked and 
talked about it. 

At night, Daddy and I would snuggle in bed and discuss 
the options. I was all for it, and he was too, but he 
was afraid of what would happen to us all if he failed. 
Of course we'd be okay -- and Bobby was already running 
his own little software business, making very good 
money. So we decided to go for it. The night we made 
the decision, we lay in bed, quietly enjoying the 
feeling of a big future. The moon was full, and it 
shone in through the window so bright it was like a 
nightlight. We were laying in my favorite position, 
spooning, with my back against his chest. 

"Lizzie?" Daddy said quietly, in between gentle kisses 
on my shoulder.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I've been thinking about us," he said. "I love what we 
have so much.... You've been so supportive, and so 
capable. You're really the woman in my life." 

"I've always wanted to be, Daddy," I said. He wrapped 
his arm around my waist and I gently held his hand in 
mine.

"Lizzie, I have an idea."

"What's that, Daddy?" 

"Well..." he paused, and moved in the bed. I turned to 
face him. With the moonlight outlining his handsome 
face, he looked deep into my eyes. "Lizzie, I love 
you," he said. He suddenly seemed nervous. I said 
nothing. "Lizzie -- will you marry me?" 

My heart leaped into my throat! I couldn't speak, I 
couldn't hear, I was dumbfounded. "What?" I said 
quietly. It was just to buy me a second.

"Will you marry me, baby? Be my wife?" 

"Oh, god, Daddy, yes!" I cried. "Of course I will! Oh, 
Daddy, I could never want anything more!" I embraced 
him and kissed him with desperate passion. "I love you, 
Daddy," I said. His hands pulled me toward him for 
another kiss. It was like a fairy tale. Our kiss seemed 
to last forever. "Daddy," I said when we pulled apart, 
"I will be the perfect wife to you. I want to be 
everything for you." 

"And I want to be everything to you, Lizzie," he said. 
The sincerity in his eyes made me start to cry. It was 
the greatest moment of my life.

Daddy reached foe me again, and kissed me, his hands 
sliding down my back to cup my bare ass. I loved the 
way he took charge of me, held me for his own pleasure. 
But this time, I wanted to be a little more brazen. I 
kissed his cheek, his neck, his collarbone, and I 
reached my hand down to his lap, where his hard cock 
was already pushing against his tight boxer shorts. I 
slid my hand under the waistband to feel the smooth 
skin of his shaft. 

He sighed with pleasure as I caressed it. He just let 
me slide my hand up and down, before he reached to my 
breasts with both hands, and gently pushed me back on 
the mattress. In the moonlight I watched the dark curve 
of his back over me as he slid down my body, licking my 
skin. 

He reached the tops of my breasts, then circled lazily 
down toward my nipples. He traced around them with the 
tip of his tongue, not moving his hands from my hips. I 
arched my back, wanting him to lick my tits more, but 
he was already moving down toward the delicate triangle 
of curls above my pussy. He licked just below my belly 
button, dragging his tongue with infuriating patience 
toward my inner thighs. 

Then he swirled his tongue up, and around my cunt, 
careful not to touch the lips -- just to make me 
crazier! He loved doing that to me. But this time I 
reached down with both hands, and pulled his head into 
me. He didn't refuse -- his tongue delved into me, 
slurping at my juices as though he thirsted for me. He 
sucked at my hole, then pulled his tongue up to my 
waiting clit, as it stood out begging for him. 

Sensing my urgency he didn't take his time, but 
immediately sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with 
his tongue back and forth. My neck arched, my fingers 
ran through his hair. I felt his hands grasping my 
thighs to hold me in place as I rapidly approached my 
peak. 

It didn't take me long. His tongue was striking sparks 
on my clit, not letting up for an instant, and he 
slurped at my cunt with fury. In a flash, my orgasm 
rushed upon me. I cried out. "OH! YES! THERE! Right 
there!" And I began to convulse. 

I felt my body twisting, my hair flying, my breasts 
heaving, my fingers pulling Daddy even harder into my 
center. "Oh, more!" His tongue seemed to pull more 
shivers from me. My vision became clouded, my breathing 
was coming in gasps, and each one a cry of ecstasy. 
"Daddy!" 

Daddy was sucking at my juices, as though he wanted to 
taste every bit of my orgasm. I turned my hips in 
little circles as his tongue continued to ply at me, 
sending more and more waves crashing through my body. 

My spine was taught as a guitar string, my shoulders 
pushing down into the mattress so that I could raise my 
hips to his wonderful tongue. It kept pulling 
explosions from my body, until finally it slowed. He 
didn't stop -- every few seconds, another shudder would 
pass through my body, and his grip on my thighs ensured 
that I remained open to him. 

At long last my hips fell to the mattress, my breathing 
relaxed, and I laid there panting for breath -- but 
after only a second, I felt another surprise as he 
moved up over me and sank his long shaft deep into me. 
Oh, I had never felt so full so quickly. He was all the 
way inside in an instant, and I cried out with renewed 
energy. 

He slid his arms under my back and cupped my shoulders 
with his hands to hold me in place. He slowly withdrew 
his rock-hard cock, until just the head remained 
nestled between my lips, and he paused. I closed my 
eyes in suspense. Then he slammed his hips forward, 
shoving himself into me again. My breasts jiggled with 
the force of his thrust, and I whimpered with the 
pleasure. He was stretching me so wide. 

Then he pulled himself from me again, slowly, with 
awful patience. Then—slam! Into me once more. He kept 
up this pace, so self-disciplined, relishing the way my 
body shook each time he slammed into me. In my head, 
everything was in a whirl. I bit my bottom lip to keep 
from screaming too loud. My hands on his back scratched 
into his skin. Another slam of his delicious seven 
inches into my pussy. 

I forced myself to open my eyes and look down. I 
enjoyed the way the muscles in his shoulders would 
twist and ripple, the way his firm abs held tight. I 
loved the silhouette of his long cock withdrawing from 
between my legs, inch by inch, and then drilling hard 
into me with such force! Oh, I couldn't stand it 
anymore. I tried to muffle my scream, but I couldn't. I 
felt light headed. 

SLAM, it came again. I began to feel like I was in one 
of those falling dreams. Daddy sensed it. His hands 
gripped me even more tightly, and then he began to bang 
into me hard and fast. I couldn't hold back my cries 
anymore. 

"Oh GOD! FUUUUUUCK!" was all I could say. I grasped his 
head and started kissing him madly, sucking on his 
tongue, his lips, the side of his neck, as his awesome 
cock filled me again and again with lightning fast 
strokes, the bed shaking beneath us, my legs wrapped 
around his sides, and I fell into my orgasm like a 
diver from a cliff. It washed over me, hot and fast. 

"AAAAAAH!!!" I cried, my eyes clenched tightly shut. I 
tried to keep kissing Daddy, as though the waves of 
ecstasy would run up from my pussy, through my mouth 
and into him. My legs squeezed him tight into me, as he 
fucked me relentlessly. I shook again and again, my 
orgasm seemed to last forever. 

I could feel my juices running down my ass into the 
mattress. I could feel the muscles in my pussy 
clenching on him, milking him for his cum. Desire 
flooded me again, and with another shudder of ecstasy, 
I knew I wanted that cum. I wanted his sperm so badly. 

I grunted with another wave of pleasure, and started 
shifting myself back and forth to exaggerate his 
strokes, wanting to draw his hot semen from his balls. 

But Daddy—my fiancé—was in charge. Just when my orgasm 
had subsided enough so I could concentrate on making 
him cum, he withdrew from me, and with a simple motion 
of his powerful arms, he flipped me over on my stomach. 
I heard a rustle, and a pillow was thrust under my 
hips. Then another sound, and something cool began to 
run down the crack of my ass. 

I knew what was coming next. I didn't protest. I wanted 
my man to find his pleasure with me.

His hands gently parted the cheeks of my ass, and he 
worked the lubricant in, around my virgin asshole. A 
finger began to nudge at me, and soon I opened for it. 
He worked his finger in and out, and it felt so good. 
Anne had described this to me—and although I was 
nervous, I knew Daddy would be gentle. 

His finger toyed with my ass more, and then another 
finger came to my opening, with more lube. It, too, 
entered me. I concentrated, as Anne had told me, on 
relaxing my muscles, on accepting the penetration of my 
most sensitive spot. Then another finger pushed into 
me. I felt so stretched, I didn't know if I could take 
more. But Daddy was patient with me, and the feeling of 
his fingers in my ass was very nice. 

After a few minutes of finger-fucking me from behind, I 
felt him kneel between my open thighs. His cock bumped 
a few times against my thighs and butt before his hand 
pointed it at my little bud. It, too, was slippery with 
lubricant, and when he began the pressure, I tried hard 
to relax. 

It began to burn a little, then there was a sharp pain. 
He paused; I relaxed some more; then the pressure 
increased slightly. I clenched my teeth and a tiny 
whimper of pain left me. And then, almost instantly, my 
ass opened to him and the mushroom cap of his cock 
opened me. A great sigh left me. Then he started 
sliding his smooth, hard cock into my hole. The pain 
was almost all gone, and all I could feel was the 
awesome sensation of my fiancée's cock filling me. Then 
his back came to rest against my butt, and I knew I was 
impaled completely on his hardness. 

"I love you, Daddy," I muttered. Now he had taken both 
my virginities. He began fucking my ass.

What a sensation! He got so deep in me, we were like 
one body. His thrusts were deep and slow at first, but 
by now he was so excited, I couldn't see how he could 
hold back. He reached a hand around to toy with my 
clit, and I came almost immediately, crying out, 
bucking underneath him, my fingers clenching at the 
rumpled, wet sheets. 

I shoved my ass back at him in perfect timing with his 
thrusts. I was chanting mindlessly with ecstasy. "Fuck 
my ass fuck my ass fuck my ass fuck my ass." The 
pleasure was so intense I felt insane. I was drooling 
out the side of my mouth, my hair was whipped into a 
frenzy, as I went crazy on Daddy's marvelous dick. 

I felt his hands grow clumsy and his breathing catch a 
few times, and then with a howl he shoved forward, 
lancing his dick into my very deepest places, and 
blasted his cum into me. Ropes of thick, hot cream shot 
into my bowels. Great spasms of pleasure threw his body 
against me again and again as a flood of cum poured up 
from his balls and filled me, overflowed, ran down his 
cock and his balls into the sheets. He had held back 
for so long, it seemed to last forever. He cried out 
until he was hoarse. 

His dick shot and shot again, more and more cum—the cum 
I hungered for so much—filling my body with his 
essence. It was glorious. It added to the lubrication, 
and he kept up the thrusting as long as he could, until 
his cum just came forth in little dribbles. I felt his 
body slowly relax and fall against my back. We laid 
there in utter exhaustion, feeling like lions on the 
African savannah. I loved the feeling of satisfying my 
Daddy. My fiancé. My husband. 


Chapter IV
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Of course I called everybody the next day. Anne was 
delighted, and immediately we started making plans. We 
would be married in the back yard. We even discovered 
that Professor Watson was allowed to perform 
ceremonies! He would figure out how to fudge the papers 
so questions wouldn't be asked. I didn't much care what 
the law was on this—I just wanted to be able to call 
myself Daddy's wife. 

Bobby reacted strangely when Daddy and I told him. 
"Well, that's great," he said. But there was a distant 
look in his eyes. "If there's any way I can help with 
the plans, I will."

"I want you to be the best man, of course, Bobby," 
Daddy said. 

"Of course," Bobby said, and he looked at Daddy with 
what seemed like sadness. But then he brightened up. 
"Let's have a toast!" 

Bobby and Daddy had always been close. They often went 
camping together, or shopping. Daddy had helped him 
start up his business, and had always encouraged him. 
When Bobby told Daddy he was bi, Daddy accepted it, and 
never made Bobby feel bad about his boyfriends or his 
girlfriends (well, there were some he didn't like, I 
guess). They loved each other. I wondered for a moment 
if it could be jealousy. But I knew Bobby well enough 
to say nothing. 

We were to be married in only four months, so we had a 
lot of planning to do. The first thing Anne asked was 
if I wanted a white wedding. It was just a joke, but 
then I stopped. "No, Anne," I said, with a gleam in my 
eye. "No, let's not have a white wedding. White is a 
sign of virginity, and what's virginity? Ignorance. 
Emptiness. I'm not a virgin, and I want to celebrate 
that fact. I'm marrying my own father, for crying out 
loud. Why should I bow to tradition? I want a red 
wedding. I want to be the scarlet woman!" 

Anne was so helpful in planning our wedding. She knew 
everyone, from the caterers to the decorators, and got 
us discounts on everything. And she organized the 
wedding shower. I'll never forget the wedding shower.

Anne and Christine and Bobby and his boyfriend Trevor 
and Cheryl and her lover JoAnne were all there, and 
several of my other friends from school. Daddy was 
home, but he tried to stay out of the room for us, 
occasionally bringing us drinks or appetizers. We 
played a few games and chatted about the plans. I 
showed off the ring Daddy had bought me—a single 
diamond surrounded by rubies shaped like leaves. It was 
gorgeous, and cost a fortune. 

I began opening presents. There were a few helpful 
little appliances and some crystal. There was some sexy 
lingerie, including some gorgeous white lace panties 
that I couldn't wait to try out. "These will drive 
Daddy wild!" I giggled. Then I opened a package from 
Anne. Inside was a long, thin, space-age vibrator. It 
was almost a work of art. 

"Oh, it's beautiful, Anne," I said. 

"It's custom made," she said. "One of a kind."

She showed me the special features, all the different 
speeds, and how it kept a constant temperature so it 
wasn't too cold. We passed it around, smiling and 
laughing.

"We should try it out," said Cheryl.

I winked at her. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "But it's for 
when Daddy's on business trips and things, isn't it?"

Cheryl smiled as she held the long silvery shaft. 
"Maybe. Or maybe it's for him, when he comes home." We 
all laughed. Then Cheryl turned to JoAnne. "Want to try 
it, honey?" she asked. 

JoAnne smiled slyly. JoAnne was so gorgeous. I'd always 
had a crush on her, with her deep green eyes and her 
bright orange hair. She had a perfect body, with big 
round breasts she showed off in a tight, clingy T-shirt 
that revealed just a little skin above the waist of her 
tight jeans. And she had such a seductive voice. Cheryl 
was very pretty, too—tall and blonde, with her hair cut 
short. But Cheryl had the girl next door look, 
cheerful, with a warm smile and twinkling blue eyes. 
JoAnne was exotic, cool, feline. "Why not?" JoAnne said 
quietly, and she slinked across the couch to kiss 
Cheryl on the lips. 

Cheryl was a little surprised I think, but the kiss was 
so good that she soon melted back, accepting JoAnne's 
motion over her. Soon she was laying on her back, while 
JoAnne kissed her more deeply.

I heard a voice say "wow," and turned to see Daddy 
standing beside the couch where I was sitting.

"Yeah," I said. Nobody said anything, but just watched 
as JoAnne made out with Cheryl, their mouths hungrily 
joined, their tongues sometimes becoming visible. 
JoAnne's hand cupped Cheryl's pert little breast for a 
moment, massaging it, and then slid under her shirt. 

My heart was racing at the scene. Cheryl was grasping 
the hem of JoAnne's shirt, and starting to tug upwards.

I looked around. Bobby had his hand in Trevor's lap, 
gently running had along the front of his pants. But 
everyone was staring at JoAnne and Cheryl. Cheryl 
seemed to have let go of her embarrassment. JoAnne 
wasn't embarrassed at all. Cheryl lifted her shirt up, 
revealing JoAnne's blue lace bra almost overflowing 
with her perfect breasts. 

I reached back to where Daddy was standing, and rubbed 
my fingers over his cock. He was already very hard. He 
just stood, watching them, as I rubbed some more. 

I heard Anne's voice whispering, then. "Lizzie," she 
said. "It's your wedding shower. Why don't you 
celebrate your wedding?" I looked to her and she 
winked. A smile spread over my lips. 

I stood, and everyone looked at me, except Cheryl and 
JoAnne, who continued to kiss. Without a word, I 
grabbed Daddy by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss. 
With one hand I again grabbed his hard shaft. Our 
tongues met, and Daddy's hands moved around my back, to 
cup my ass through the loose cotton sundress I was 
wearing. I smiled at him, then looked around again. My 
friends were all kissing their boyfriends or 
girlfriends. Cheryl had unhooked JoAnne's bra, which 
hung loosely from her shoulders. 

I undid my dress, and pulled it off of me. I stood 
there before them all in pink satin panties and bra, 
looking up at Daddy, who stared down at me with awe in 
his eyes. Then I turned around, facing the room, and 
silently bent over the coffee table, placing the palms 
of my hands on the cool wooden surface. Every eye was 
staring at us now, even Cheryl's and JoAnne's. In a 
quiet voice, I simply said, "Fuck me, Daddy." 

I felt him step up behind me. Then I heard the sound of 
his clothes quickly coming undone; his pants fell and 
then his shorts. I heard one of the girls gasp as 
Daddy's hard cock popped into view before them all. 
Then I felt Daddy's fingers on the waistband of my 
panties. He peeled them back slowly, exposing the curve 
of my ass. I was so excited, I was sopping wet, and the 
panties stuck a little bit to my pussy as he pulled 
them down my thighs. I stood briefly so he could pull 
them off all the way. Then he took the panties in his 
hand, folded them, and handed them to Anne. She smiled, 
and put them away in her purse. 

I felt Daddy's hands on my lower back, then his 
bouncing cock brushing against my inner thighs. He 
didn't point himself at me, he just patiently waited to 
find my opening with his cock. Then, when he was in the 
right position, he grasped both my hips in his hands, 
and mounted me, right there, in front of all my 
friends, with my shower gifts lying all around. I heard 
some appreciative gasps, but I couldn't see—my eyes 
were clenched tight with the sensation of my Daddy's 
hard, seven inch cock plunging into me, between my 
lips, inch after inch, until he was sunk deep in my 
belly. 

Then he began to withdraw. I felt each delicious bump 
on his shaft, until he was almost out of me, standing 
there with just the head of his cock between my wet 
lips. Then he pushed again, sinking into me all the 
way. I held onto the table, and he thrust again, and 
again. 

His fucking motions were slow; he was enjoying showing 
off for everyone. He slid into my pussy again and 
again, each time, patient, making me almost cry out for 
another stroke. His hands were holding my hips firmly, 
ensuring that he could control each thrust. 

He fucked into me again and again, not speeding up, 
just enjoying the feeling. I could enjoy this forever. 
I managed to open my eyes and look straight ahead at 
the couch in front of me. Trevor was kneeling on the 
floor, naked. Bobby was in front of him, naked, bent 
over the cushions, as Trevor slid his cock smoothly 
into Bobby's ass. Trevor had a slim, muscular body just 
like Bobby's and the sight was so beautiful. I loved 
the way Bobby's heavy, hard cock would bounce whenever 
Trevor slid in all the way. And Trevor's shaved balls 
swinging with each thrust. They were moving faster than 
Daddy was, though. He was going slow and hot, like a 
summer day, feeling every ripple inside my pussy as I 
clenched down on his thrusts. 

I heard a buzzing noise and looked over to see JoAnne 
fucking Cheryl with my new vibrator. They were both 
completely naked. Joanne's heart-shaped ass pointed 
into the air as she worked the vibrator with circular 
motions of her hands. 

I couldn't concentrate for long on those things, 
though, because just then, Daddy reached around and 
began to diddle my clit with his fingers. Oh, god, he 
could time these things perfectly. I squealed with 
pleasure, and threw my body back against his cock. I 
wanted him as deep in me as possible. I wanted him in 
my womb, in my uterus, in my heart. I wanted to feel 
his sperm coursing into me. I wanted him to fuck me 
forever, in front of the whole world. I wanted to come, 
to come! 

It was upon me in an instant, and I screamed as my 
orgasm blasted into me. I quaked and my back arched. I 
slammed my hips back against his. My breasts, still in 
my bra, ached with each bounce as I shivered and Daddy 
slammed into me again and again. I shivered and my 
fingers clawed into the top of the table. My pussy 
squeezed down hard on his cock. I shook my head back 
and forth as the energy raced through me, and I 
clenched my teeth as another cry escaped me. Daddy's 
fucking motions kept going, smooth, hard, persistent, 
like a machine, in and out of my quivering cunt. 

At the same time, I heard Trevor cry out, and I looked 
up to see his ass tighten. He slammed up against 
Bobby's back, like he was trying to squeeze himself 
inside my brother. I could see from the ripples in his 
skin as his cum shot into Bobby in a series of bursts. 
Pulse after pulse, Trevor's sperm filled Bobby's tight 
little ass. Trevor would grunt, then lunge forward, 
hold for a second as his cum spurted, then withdraw a 
little before shoving forward to spurt inside him 
again. 

My own waves slowly subsided. I let out a long, 
satisfied sigh, as Daddy continued to pound me, 
approaching his own climax. I suddenly had an idea. I 
looked up, my field of vision still shaking with each 
thrust. Beside Anne on a small table was a champagne 
flute. I reached out for it, and Anne, who had been 
watching with a big smile, handed it to me. 

I pushed forward, and Daddy's raging hot cock slid out 
of me. I quickly turned around, sat on the coffee 
table, and with one hand, grasped Daddy's penis. I 
began jerking it quickly, and with the other hand I 
held up the glass. In only a second, Daddy threw his 
head back and groaned loudly as his cock began to 
spurt. I aimed well. A long, thick rope of white hot 
semen shot out, splashing into the glass. 

Then another pull, and another string of cum. I milked 
Daddy's penis, loving the way his balls poured 
themselves out into my cup. In six or seven long 
spurts, and then a series of dribbling drops, he filled 
the cup. Finally he stopped, and looked back down at 
me. I squeezed his cock to ensure I got every drop, 
then kissed the tip, getting a single pearl of clear 
cum on my lips. 

I turned to face my friends. Cheryl had just finished 
shivering out her orgasm in JoAnne's arms, and everyone 
was looking at me. I raised the cup. "To marriage," I 
smiled, and I drained Daddy's warm, salty cream into my 
mouth. As I swallowed it down, I heard Anne's voice. 
"Mazeltov!" 

Over the next few weeks, we finalized the plans for the 
wedding. It took a lot of work to find a red wedding 
dress, but we managed it. It was classic, with silk and 
glittering jewels. It almost looked like Scarlett 
O'Hara's dress in that scene in Gone With The Wind—off 
the shoulder, falling long and wide around my feet, 
with a long train. It even had a red veil, which I 
would definitely not wear over my face. And everything 
coordinated. Daddy had a tuxedo with a red cummerbund 
and a red bow tie. The flowers were red roses. We had a 
live string quartet, and the weather was perfect. 
Professor Watson was dressed in black with a red rose 
on his collar, and he held a book of red leather—
although he didn't read from it. 

Bobby stood beside Daddy, and next to Trevor, also 
wearing the black tuxedos and red silk ties. Trevor 
winked at me as I walked down the aisle. Of course, 
Daddy couldn't give me away—but I didn't like that 
tradition, either. I had given myself to Daddy, so I 
walked to the altar without an escort. And I took 
Daddy's arm in mine, bursting with pride and happiness.

While Daddy recited his vows, I looked up at him, 
watching his handsome face. He looked straight ahead, 
clenching his jaw sometimes—he was trying to keep 
himself from crying. My sweet husband. But I looked 
straight at him as I recited the vows, and I let the 
tears flow. I was so happy. My dream had come true. I 
was now Daddy's wife. I can still feel the ring sliding 
onto my finger, and the long, slow kiss we shared to 
our friends' applause. 

For our honeymoon, Daddy had chosen a Alaskan cruise. 
(This was before we owned the boat.) We invited Bobby 
along, but he said he had work he had to get done, and 
that we should enjoy the trip alone. I told him it 
wouldn't be the same without him with us, but he 
insisted. I thought he wanted to spend two weeks alone 
with Trevor. But he was unusually quiet when we left 
for our trip, and he looked after us like he wished he 
could go. 

The ship was a giant cruise liner, the biggest in the 
world. It was gorgeous. We had a special honeymoon 
cabin, which had its own little observation deck 
outside, separate from the main deck. Any time we 
wanted we could go out and look at the sea. It was so 
relaxing cruising along, rocking with the ocean swells, 
hearing the whoosh of the sea under the ship. 

"Are you happy, baby?" Daddy asked me, as I stood 
looking out, my elbows on the railing. It was almost 
midnight and the sun was still out. The wind whipped my 
negligee around my legs. I turned to smile at him. He 
was wearing a thick cotton robe, tied tight around his 
narrow hips. 

"Yes, Daddy. I'm so happy. There's—there's only one 
more thing that would make me happier." I pulled a 
strand of hair out of my face. Daddy looked down at me 
with a slight smile. "A baby," I said. "Let's start a 
family. Let me give you a little son or daughter." I 
looked up at him intently. 

"And for you a little brother or sister?" He smiled. 

I nodded and laughed. "That's right, Daddy. So it would 
be twice as beautiful."

He looked away at the sea for a moment, then turned 
back to look me in the face. "I'm way ahead of you, 
sweetheart," he said, and he reached into the pocket of 
his robe. He pulled out something I recognized 
instantly. It was my birth control pills. With a wide 
sweep of his arm he threw them as far as he could, and 
they disappeared into the sea. 

I watched them go, then turned to him, and squealed 
with joy as I leaped at him. He caught me, holding my 
butt as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and 
kissed him a dozen times on the neck. Laughing, he let 
me slide slowly down so I was standing on the deck. My 
kisses continued, but slowed as he returned them. He 
gripped my waist and held me tight as he gave me one 
long, lingering kiss. Then, silently, he turned me 
around to face the ocean again, and moved behind me. I 
knew instantly what he planned. 

I heard only the rush of the water under the bow of the 
ship, as I felt his hands lifting the back of my 
negligee up, over my hips, to rest on my lower back. I 
wore no panties. The night air was cool on my smooth 
skin. I gripped the railing tight with my fingers, just 
as I felt his hard shaft moving toward my center. 

I spread my legs, and the head of his cock began to rub 
gently against the lips of my vagina. It only took 
seconds for me to flush hot, and my pussy to become 
soaked in anticipation. This would be so wonderful. I 
pushed my ass out a little more to signify that I was 
ready. Daddy placed his hands on my ass, gently holding 
me as his cock found its target and nudged me open. 

With a single, slow thrust he pushed his length between 
my opening lips and deep into my belly. It seemed to 
last forever as inch after inch of my husband's long 
shaft penetrated me up to his root. Then he was lodged 
deep inside, and I reached back with my head to kiss 
his lips. He shoved a little deeper in me, and I sighed 
in contentment at the wonderful feeling of being filled 
with him. 

He began to fuck me, as I held tight to the rail and 
listened to the hissing water. He entered me again and 
again, gently, taking his time. My breasts felt hot 
inside my negligee, my hair was flying into my face. 
But my world was centered on his cock. I concentrated 
on trying to clench my muscles on his invading shaft as 
it moved in and out of me. 

It seemed to stretch me so wide, and his thrusting 
seemed like it could never stop. I bounced slightly 
each time he would shove it into me. My breath was 
coming in gasps, but nothing could be heard over the 
roaring sea. His cock was moving faster now. I could 
feel his balls slapping against my clit. 

I could feel his hands gripping my hips harder. He was 
slapping against me regularly now, and I knew what it 
meant. Soon I would have his cum inside me. The same 
cum he gave Mom to make me years ago. My own Daddy's 
gorgeous cock, the one that made me, was now sliding 
smoothly in and out of me. 

He fucked me hard, now. I cried out "YES!" but I 
couldn't hear my own voice over the water. The boat 
swayed gently, but I could hardly feel it, either, with 
Daddy slamming his meat hard into my belly. He was 
pounding against me now. My heart was racing. I wanted 
his cum. I wanted it so badly. 

I felt his fingers tighten on my skin. I cried out 
again. "Give me your cum, Daddy! Give it all to me!" 
Again it couldn't be heard. I shoved my ass back toward 
his every thrust. I craved his sperm. I wanted it so 
badly, my world was starting to shift. "Now! Daddy! 
Give it to me!"—and I began to shiver as my orgasm 
gripped me. I cried out sharply. Oh, god, it jolted 
through me. My pussy was on fire. I could feel myself 
gripping Daddy's cock, milking it for his precious 
sperm. My back arched. Daddy's fucking was relentless. 
My orgasm was shaking through my arms and legs. I cried 
out again and shook again. Another pulse of my orgasm 
wracked me. 

Just then I felt Daddy slam even harder into me, and 
his voice next to my ear. "Here comes out baby, 
Lizzie," he whispered, and then he threw back his head. 
"Awww!" he groaned, and his balls started spurting 
thick, white, life-giving cum into my belly. I shoved 
back against him, too, ensuring he was as deep as he 
could be. 

"There, Daddy! Yes! Fill me with your cum!" I cried. 

I lowered my left hand between my legs and squeezed his 
large balls, trying to coax more of the juice from him. 
I shivered with another pulse of my orgasm and my mind 
was filled with the image. Daddy's sperm was pouring 
into my fertile womb. I bounced against his cock, 
wanting every drop inside me. 

"I want it all," I whispered against the sea. He kept 
slamming as hard into me as he could, his balls pouring 
forth their hot liquid inside my belly.

I ran my hand gently over his hairy sac, lifting his 
balls gently, feeling them pulsing slightly with each 
blast of cum into me. Then, as our shivering subsided, 
I reached back behind my ass and squeezed the base of 
cock, to make sure I got it all. I squeezed again. I 
was determined to come back from our honeymoon pregnant 
with my baby brother or sister. 

Daddy kissed my neck and my shoulders, as I kept bent 
over the railing. I moved my hips in little circles, 
loving the feeling of his shaft embedded in me. "Oh, 
Daddy," I said. I didn't let go of his cock. I could 
feel against my ass the diamond on my wedding ring. The 
ring my father, my husband, had slid onto my finger. 


Chapter V
---------

Another night, we lay back in deck chairs beside one 
another. It was late afternoon—or something like that, 
with the sun up all night, who could tell? We were the 
only ones on the deck. Beside us, the Jacuzzi bubbled 
and churned. Daddy and I were finally drying off, Daddy 
in his clinging swim trunks, me in my red string 
bikini. On the table, half a pina-colada sat melting. 
We had talked about family, about the business, and 
about Bobby's strange behavior recently. 

"Maybe he feels like things have changed because of 
us," I had said.

"I think that's part of it," Daddy said. "But I think 
it's more than that."

"What is it, then?"

"I don't know. And I don't like to guess if I'm not 
sure. But I think Bobby feels…lonely."

"Lonely? But you and he spend so much time together, 
and he's got Trevor, and god knows who else."

"But that's just it, Lizzie," he said. "Bobby goes 
through boyfriends and girlfriends awfully fast, don't 
you think? He's never had a really long relationship 
with any of them."

"That's true," I said. "He's just not found what he's 
looking for."

"No, few people are as lucky as we are." Then we lapsed 
into silence, smiling, kissing occasionally. Then we 
got out and lay in our chairs.

"Can I get you another drink?" said a voice. I looked 
up. The waiter stood there in his white shirt and 
slacks. He was very cute. Short dark hair, and a dark 
complexion. His pants were perfectly tailored to show 
off a tight, round ass. I smiled at him with a flirty 
look. 

"No thanks," I said. "I think we're set." 

"I could use another pina-colada, actually," said 
Daddy.

The boy smiled and walked away. I watched him a little 
and then looked at Daddy. He was staring after the boy, 
too.

"Are you checking him out?" I asked with light mockery.

"Well, he's very good looking," Daddy said. 

"Really?"

"Yeah," Daddy said, and he looked at me, smiling. "He's 
got a very nice body."

"Daddy, do you notice that sort of thing?" I asked. I 
slid to a sitting position, facing him.

"Of course," he said. I thought for a second.

"Daddy, have you ever been with a man?"

"Yes," he said, quickly. I was surprised he was so open 
about it. "When you and Bobby were very little, I had a 
brief relationship with a man named Tom. It was very 
nice, but it didn't work out." 

"My god, Daddy!" I said, and I leaped on top of him, 
laughing. "I had no idea you were bisexual!"

"I'm not," he said. I started tickling him, and he 
laughed. "I'm not, not anymore, anyway. I've never been 
with a man since. It's just, you know, when you see a 
really good looking guy, I notice, is all." 

I moved up to his face. "Daddy, I find that incredibly 
erotic," I said.

I felt his fingers slide up my leg to the waist of my 
bikini. "Lizzie," he chuckled, "you find everything 
erotic." And with a little tug, he undid my bikini 
bottoms. 

We kissed, our tongues meeting hotly. I felt crazy with 
lust. I reached down quickly and pulled his wet swim 
trunks down over his quickly hardening penis. He pulled 
off my bottoms completely, and tossed them into the 
bubbling water of the Jacuzzi. I laughed, and gripped 
the base of his cock with my hand, loving the way my 
diamond ring glittered as I held him. Then I slowly 
sank down over the head, sighing with contentment, and 
moved down his length, taking his long hard cock into 
me once more. Daddy reached for a towel and rapped it 
around our hips, for decency I guess. How silly, with 
my bikini floating in the tub! 

I began to grind my hips against him, feeling my clit 
mash against his pubic hair. I looked into his eyes as 
I rose and fell on his length, coating him with my 
slick juices. My hair fell around my head like a halo, 
surrounding his face. My mouth was open slightly as I 
panted with the effort of bouncing up and down on his 
length. His hands held my hips, helping me to move on 
him. His cock felt so deep inside me, brushing against 
my cervix on the downthrusts. 

My tits rose and fell in my top, my hard nipples poking 
at the fabric. He used his teeth to pull down the cups 
and began licking my breasts as my motions accelerated. 
I didn't care if someone came to see. I just wanted my 
Daddy to cum in me again. I felt the electric shocks of 
his cockhead pushing at the entrance to my womb. I 
leaned back to bounce straight up and down on that 
long, thick cock. My cunt was stretched with his 
thickness. My body felt like lightning was striking it 
every time I shoved down, to feel him impaling me to 
the hilt. His hands kept guiding my up and down 
movements. 

I was whimpering with each breath as the pleasure 
overflowed my senses. God, Daddy's cock seemed to touch 
every part of me. I was bouncing crazily. I began to 
mutter. "I want your cum, Daddy. Knock me up. Give me 
your baby. Give it all to me." 

I began to feel the heat rising in my hips. My pussy 
seemed to tighten a little on his shaft, signaling the 
rising orgasm. Just then I felt something touching at 
my lips, and I opened my eyes. The waiter stood before 
me, a pina colada in his hand. The straw was touching 
my mouth, as the waiter simply stared straight into my 
eyes. 

I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I pulled the straw 
into my mouth and took a long, deep pull on the cool, 
sweet juice. I continued to hop up and down on Daddy's 
cock, my hands holding his upper thighs for stability. 

I looked at the waiter. "Thank you," I groaned, and he 
stood back, holding the drink. I threw my head back 
once more and screamed as the orgasm exploded from my 
pussy, up my spine, and into my brain. 

"OH GOD!" I shouted. "OH GOD YES!" My head fell back 
and forth. Goosebumps popped out on my flesh. My hips 
shivered wildly. I screamed again. "OH YES! OH, I'M 
COMING!" My pussy was gripping Daddy hard, then 
releasing, the squeezing him again. My body was shaking 
uncontrollably with joy. 

Daddy snorted and grunted, and then I felt his cock 
seem to grow larger inside me. He shouted, and his hips 
shoved upwards into me, touching my deepest point. I 
felt his cock lurch slightly, and a thick wad of his 
sperm blasted up his shaft and exploded inside my womb. 
I opened my eyes and mouth in silent shock. The waiter 
was still standing beside us, patiently. Holding a 
towel with one hand. I gripped my belly with both 
hands, just below my belly button. "Oh, Daddy!" I 
cried. "I can feel you coming inside me!" 

He grunted again and again burst inside me, his sperm 
flooding my innermost recesses. I could feel his hot 
white juice flooding me, then pouring back down, over 
his shaft, down the insides of my thighs. 

He grunted again and again shot a long rope of semen 
into me. I clenched my teeth and my pussy muscles, as 
if to keep as much of it inside me as possible. He 
groaned once more, and again slammed his cock into my 
pussy, pushing another wad of his precious cum into my 
belly. 

Finally he slowed, and we relaxed, our bodies covered 
in sweat and panting. The waiter walked over to the 
other lounge and laid the towel on it. Without a word, 
he extended a hand to me and helped me stand up. 
Daddy's long, spent cock fell out of me, coated in our 
mutual juices. The waiter helped me to my chair, 
resting my hips on the towel. "It helps," he said, 
then, in a Latin accent. "Keep your hips raised." 

I smiled at him. "Thank you," I said. Somehow, I didn't 
feel shy at all about him seeing my red, swollen pussy, 
or my Daddy's sperm as it leaked out of my and rolled 
down my legs. I just lay back, panting, feeling the 
cool night air on my skin, and loving the warm, 
exhausted feeling in my hips. The waiter bent over the 
Jacuzzi and retrieved my bikini from the water. He 
handed it to me. "Thanks again," I smiled. He nodded, 
smiled, looked briefly at Daddy, and disappeared into 
the night. 

But as much fun as these moments were, I know the very 
moment my beautiful daughter Alexandra was conceived.

Daddy and I had gone to dinner, he in a white tuxedo, 
me in a red gown that reminded me of my wedding dress. 
It was cut dangerously low in front, showing the curves 
of the tops of my breasts, and in the back it was open 
down to the waist. I wore no bra, but I didn't really 
need one. My firm breasts held themselves up. I had my 
hair pulled up behind my head, with a little tiara, and 
I wore the necklace Daddy had given me on that special 
night. 

My lipstick was a fierce red, and I wore dark eye 
shadow. I noticed several of the men checking me out as 
I walked to the table on Daddy's arm. But best of all, 
I caught Daddy checking me out several times. I love 
making him desire me. I feel so powerful knowing how I 
can affect him like that. 

After dinner, Daddy and I walked across the deck, 
laughing and kissing, and went to the disco where we 
danced. Daddy was a little lost—I'd taught him some 
moves, but he really wasn't a dancer—but I didn't care. 
I let the pounding beat just overwhelm me, and I moved 
around him, feeling his hands on me. When I turned and 
ground my ass into his crotch I could feel his hard 
cock against me. 

By the time we got back to the cabin, I could tell 
Daddy was seething with desire for me. As soon as we 
had stepped inside, Daddy kicked the door closed behind 
us and yanked me toward him, into a deep, passionate 
kiss. His tongue slid over mine; I could smell the 
sweet masculine cologne on his neck. He slid his hands 
over me, curving into my waist, running down the smooth 
skin of my back. 

In an instant, he had undone my dress, and I stepped 
back slightly so that it could fall from my body, and 
pool on the floor in a circle of red. Beneath, I wore 
only thong panties made of delicate red lace. Daddy 
again pulled me to him and kissed me hard. My breasts 
crushed against him, and my nipples hardened into 
points. 

I moved my hand down to his waist and began undoing his 
belt. He let go to pull off his bow tie and slide his 
jacket off. I pulled down his zipper. My mouth was 
already watering for him. Beneath, his hard cock was 
straining at his shorts. I mouthed it a little through 
the cotton before slowly pulling down his underwear. 
His long, hard cock bounced up at me. 

Instantly, I took it into my mouth, while Daddy 
finished taking off his shirt. I loved the taste of 
him, the feeling of the soft skin on his hard cock. 
With one hand I cupped his balls and with the other I 
held the root of his cock still so I could slide my 
head up and down. I flicked my tongue over him while my 
mouth fucked him, and I enjoyed the sounds of his 
excited breathing. 

His cock was throbbing between my lips, and it seemed 
to be getting hotter. For an instant I wanted to drink 
his cum down my throat, but then I remembered I needed 
it inside me for us to have our baby. Just then Daddy 
pulled me up and kissed me again. I held his cock still 
in one hand—it pressed into my belly—and then he turned 
me around over the little couch beside the glass door 
that faced the sea. He ran his hands over my smooth 
ass. I put my hands on the arm of the couch and waited. 

He slowly pulled the panties from me, sliding them down 
my hips gently as though he was afraid he might break 
his delicate new wife. I expected him to enter me right 
away, but he didn't. There was a pause, and then I 
heard a buzzing sound. I knew it was the vibrator Anne 
had given me. I smiled. 

Then I felt something cool on my lower back, and then 
Daddy's hand. He was spreading lubricant down my crack, 
then into my ass with his finger. By now, Daddy had 
fucked me in the ass enough that I could open for him 
easily. He spent just a moment ensuring I was 
lubricated, and then I felt the slick surface of the 
shivering vibrator as it began to penetrate my hole. 
Oh, it spread me wide. It began to push deeper into me, 
opening me wider with every inch that it sank into my 
ass. Its buzzing seemed to send shocks up my spine and 
into my breasts and my brain, making me tingle all 
over. 

Daddy kept the pressure up, twisting the vibrator 
occasionally, fucking it back and forth slightly in 
little motions. Finally it was all the way inside my 
ass, rumbling through my whole body. It felt delicious.

And then I felt the head of Daddy's cock at my wet 
pussy. Instantly I flowered open for him, and his meat 
began to slide into me. After just an inch, I thought I 
was going to die of happiness. I had never been double 
penetrated before. Now I felt so full of cock, so full 
of Daddy's love for me! His hot cock pushed deeper and 
deeper inside me, separated from the churning vibrator 
by only a thin piece of tissue. 

Oh, I was so full! I was overflowing! The sensations 
were racing over my skin. I clawed at the arm of the 
couch. My eyes squeezed shut as Daddy seemed to impale 
me completely. I thought he might reach into my womb. I 
thought he might reach his cock through me, to come out 
my mouth. In a flash, I came, screaming out with 
ecstasy as my body shook and shivered. 

My eyes rolled back in my head. "OH JESUS!" I screamed. 
"OH MY GOD! I'VE NEVER -- -" but I couldn't form a 
coherent sentence. 

"AAAAAAH!" I screamed as another series of quakes 
wracked my frame. Daddy was holding my hips in his 
hands, controlling me for his thrusts. I felt his balls 
bouncing against my clit, his belly against my ass. I 
was covered in sweat and my legs were covered with my 
cum. 

I was screaming still, almost hysterical. I started to 
think I was going to pass out. Oh, god it felt good. I 
was out of control with ecstasy racing through my cunt, 
my ass, my breasts, my legs, my fingers. I tried to 
scream out that I wanted Daddy's cum, but I could say 
nothing but just a wail of joy. 

But I was rewarded anyway. I heard a grunt, and felt 
Daddy slam up against me hard, nudging my cervix. I 
cried out again as Daddy's dick throbbed, and a string 
of hot cum splashed against the back of my womb. 

He thrust again, groaning in pleasure. His balls 
squeezed another long string of semen into my belly. 
Then another, and another. He lurched against me six or 
seven times, his thick cream filling me, over flowing 
me, rolling in streaks down my inner thighs.

The vibrator continued to buzz, sending shocks through 
my body as my pussy milked Daddy's cock hard, squeezing 
him again and again, sucking the thick juice from his 
body. I lusted for it. I fancied I could almost taste 
it. God, this was it, wasn't it? This was the cum Daddy 
had used to make me, the dick Daddy had used to make 
me, and here it was, pulsing out string after string of 
his sperm for me—for me! To make us a baby! The thought 
sent me into another series of shakes. 

I slammed myself back against him again and again. 
"YES!" I screamed. "YES! YES!" I wanted every drop of 
his essence inside my tight pussy. 

Finally, he was spent completely, and he withdrew. But 
the vibrator kept going inside my bowels, and as he 
pulled out, I twisted around on the couch. I simply 
pulled my knees to my chest and shook. 

The next thing I remember is waking up next to my 
beautiful, sleeping father, my husband. He was naked, 
and the sheet was off him, so I could enjoy looking at 
his body. His tight abs, with a six-pack just barely 
showing. His broad chest with light hair. His long, 
thick cock, lying loose to one side. 

I moved up over him gently, and gently kissed the tip 
of his cock. Everything felt so right, with the ocean 
rolling slowly beneath us and the sun so cheerful. 
Something seemed different. Something magical seemed to 
be in the air. Instantly I knew it. It had worked. I 
was pregnant. I don't know how I knew, but I did. 

I leaned over Daddy's cock again and licked it gently, 
tasting us both on his skin. I nibbled with my lips at 
his shaft, and I enjoyed watching it as it slowly began 
to inflate to my coaxing. Daddy woke quietly, and just 
looked down at me as I licked the length of his prick, 
from the bulbous head up to his hips. His cock rose, 
beating slightly with his heart, until at last it was 
straight up, hard and beautiful. I licked it still, 
first on one side, then the other. Finally I took it in 
my hand. I loved how hot it always felt, and so big 
around. Below, his big round balls hung down, full 
again of his glorious sperm. This time, I wanted to 
taste it. 

I sucked him into my mouth, sliding my head up and down 
on him, fucking him with my lips. I moved my hand 
gently up and down his length also, and with my other 
hand I massaged his testicles. My head bobbed up and 
down, trying to get as much of his thick meat in as I 
could. I took it too deep sometimes and barely avoided 
choking, but I loved the hissing sounds he made at the 
pleasure. 

I would withdraw slightly, to nibble at the tip a 
while, and then lick him like an ice cream cone. I knew 
I was doing well when a single clear drop of his pre 
cum appeared at the tip. I looked straight into his 
eyes, reached out my tongue, and took it like a drop of 
nectar. I smiled at him. Then I dived onto his cock, 
determined to taste his essence. I sucked at him, my 
hand pumping up and down. His hips began to thrust 
instinctively. 

His head fell back. The muscles in his legs grew tight, 
and then he just began to come, his thick white liquid 
pouring out of him in a rush. It didn't so much spurt 
from him as flow straight from his balls into my 
waiting mouth. I sucked the hot, salty liquid onto my 
tongue, then swallowed it down in time for the next 
splash. I kept sliding my hand up and down as I nursed 
on his cock. He pumped his sperm into me, filling my 
mouth until it seeped out of the corners and ran down 
to my chin. 

I slurped it again, wanting it all. I was hungry for 
his juice. He kept groaning with pleasure, his head 
thrown back, as his balls kept bursting. I licked up 
another load of his precious liquid and then another. 
Finally it was coming in little dribbles, but I licked 
those up, too. 

Half my face was glistening, slick with his cum. I 
licked his cock as clean as I could, then ran my hand 
over my cheeks and sucked it off. I was about to 
swallow the last little bit of it when Daddy grabbed my 
arms and pulled me up over him. He took me into a deep 
kiss, and our tongues touched, sharing the last of his 
sweet cream. We kissed until we could taste his sperm 
no more -- the same sperm that last night had made me a 
mother.

"Daddy," I said, and I took his left hand in mine, our 
rings shining. "We're going to have a baby."

To be continued...

Like it? Don't like it? Remind you of your own life? 
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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