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My Daughter's Roommate - 2
by Day Dreamer (1993)
***
A widowed dad is seduced by his daughter's college
roommate and he can't believe his luck. Their interplay
finds dad fantasizing about what it would be like to be
doing these things to his beautiful young daughter.
Those thoughts of incest just won't go away. (MF, FF,
inc, oral, anal, rom)
***
Author's Note: This is a fantasy and, therefore, a work
of fiction. All characters, events, and circumstances
are imaginary, and any similarity between them and
actual persons, events and circumstances is purely
coincidental.
PART 2
The days I spent waiting for Candy to come home from
school were filled with feelings of ambivalence. On one
hand, I recognized that for me to read a sensual message
into Candy's request to talk with me could be a complete
mistake--she might simply want to talk about a school
problem or something similar. She might even be having a
problem with a boyfriend and want some fatherly advice
about how to deal with it. On the other hand, I still
couldn't help but recall the very undaughterly kiss she
had given me just before she drove off to Austin.
Not since she was a little girl had she kissed me on the
lips. And she had never before given me a feel of her
tongue as she had when she extended it and brushed it
across my lips. The memory of that kiss filled me with
very unfatherly feelings.
Even though part of me shuddered in revulsion at the
thought of such perverted incestuous ideas, I couldn't
prevent myself from feeling over- whelming desire. No
matter how I fought against the idea, I desired my
daughter -- desired her with a level of passion and
ardor I had seldom, if ever, felt before. Wrong or not,
I yearned to make love to Candy, to love her as man and
woman make love.
The memory of how Candy's roommate Barbie and I had made
love was still fresh enough to kindle hot sparks of
lust. I was able to clearly picture in my mind Barbie
and I making oral love and then coupling our bodies in
the classic postures of intercourse. After a few
moments, though, the pictures changed, with the image of
Barbie being replaced by one of Candy.
Before long, fantasies replaced memory, and in them it
was Candy who was naked, it was she that I brought to
orgasm with my mouth, and, finally, it was she who
screamed in rapture as my cock penetrated her depths and
brought her to the utmost height of ecstasy. Those
fantasies kept me with an almost perpetual erection as I
waited out the days before Candy's return.
* * * *
I left work early on Friday. I knew that Candy would
probably get home around 5:00 pm, and I wanted to be
there when she arrived. I planned to take her to dinner
that evening and wanted to shower and be dressed before
she got there. Rushing into the house, I quickly
undressed and showered.
As I got out of the shower, I walked naked into the
bedroom, where I had my clothes laid out. I was no more
than half-way across the room when I looked up and saw
Candy standing in the doorway. She laughed, embarrassed,
and said, "Oops! Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I had no idea
I'd find you naked."
I'm sure I blushed, because my face became warm. "My
fault, sweetheart. I should have known it was about time
for you to be getting here." I expected her to be as
embarrassed as I was and to immediately move away from
the door. Instead, she continued to stare at me for
several seconds, taking in my complete nakedness, before
slowly, almost reluctantly, moving her eyes away and
walking toward her room.
I was relieved that she had left, because her looking at
my nakedness like that brought all my fantasies back
with a rush and my cock swelled and erected, standing
rigidly out from groin.
After I finished dressing, I went to Candy's bedroom. I
was going to volunteer to help her unpack her car, but
found she had already done so. "Hi, Daddy," she said
with a smile. "You look a little more presentable now."
I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassment when she
added, "I'm sorry I caught you en flagrante."
Then she grinnned and added, "Anyway, you might be
interested to know I think you've got a great bod for a
forty-five-year-old man."
"Hah!" I thought, remembering my erection, "if you'd
stayed for a little while longer, you would have REALLY
found out about my body." Instead of voicing those
words, though, I asked her if she wanted to go out to
dinner. She said she would like that very much, and
asked where we were going.
When I told her we could go anyplace she wanted, she
said she would like for me to take her back to the same
place she, Barbie, and I had gone just before she left
to return to school. She told me she wanted to take a
shower and change clothes first. Grinning the same way
she had before, she said, "Maybe I ought to leave my
door open and give you a chance get even."
I'm not sure what I mumbled in response, but I beat a
quick retreat to the den to wait for her to get ready.
About thirty minutes later, Candy came into the den and
announced she was ready to go. She wore dressy designer
jeans that clung to her hips as though they had been
painted on and a silken full blouse that emphasized the
swell of her breasts. The dark tresses of her hair were
pinned back in something like a pony-tail, leaving the
features of her face clearly evident. In short, she was
beautiful... and sensual.
That sensuality was something new to me -- the only time
she had previously displayed it to me was in the good-
bye kiss. My desire, tamed for a short time, flared up
again.
After we got to the restaurant, we had a drink and
brought each other up to date on our lives. She told me
how she was doing in school and I related how things had
been at home. Well, ALMOST as things had been at home--I
didn't include the part about how Barbie had asked me to
teach her about love and how I proceeded to do just
that. She brought up the subject of Barbie, though, by
telling me how surprised she had been to find Barbie had
a boy as a roommate. She told me that because Barbie had
been so shy about boys, there must have been something
happen in her life to make her change.
When she said "something happen in her life," she smiled
a little smile, almost secretive, and gave me one of the
strangest looks I have ever received. From that, I
suspected that Candy might know something about the
relationship between Barbie and me, but was too polite
to bring her knowledge out in the open.
Finally, I asked her why she had decided to come home a
couple of weeks earlier than planned. She gave me a look
similar to the one before and said, "Well, as I told
you, I have something I need to talk with you about."
I was still completely undecided about Candy and her
newly displayed sensuality, so I pressed her further by
asking her why we couldn't have talked about it on the
phone. With that same secret expression on her face, she
said, "It's something that can only be discussed in
person, face to face."
"Well, we're in person, face to face, right now. Let me
order us another drink, and we can talk about it now."
Candy put her hand over mine and patted it. "Oh, Daddy,
you're so sweet, but we CAN'T talk about it now. After
we get back home we will. Right now, I want you to dance
with me. I haven't danced a step since we were here
last, and you know how much I like to dance." Not even
waiting for an answer, she stood up, my hand still in
hers, and led me to the dance floor.
I had been brought up dancing the old-fashioned way
where the boy holds one of the girl's hands and puts the
other one on her waist. Candy, though, wanted to dance
the modern way and put both her arms around my neck and
snuggled up to me, the front of her body squarely
against mine.
For a moment I let my hands dangle to my side, not sure
what to do with them. I looked around and saw how other
couples were dancing and then followed suit by putting
both my hands on her back. Laughing softly, Candy put
her mouth by my ear and whispered, "Looks like you're
finally learning to dance the right way."
Pressed against each other like that, Candy's little
belly rubbed against my belly and the front of her
thighs pressed their full length against mine. As we
danced, I was totally aware of the contact of our bodies
as leg moved against leg and belly squirmed against
belly.
When her crotch moved hard against my groin, I had to
grit my teeth to keep from groaning. The fantasies I had
been working so hard to repress came to the surface of
my mind and my body responded. Even though I willed it
not to happen, my cock swelled and made a protrusion in
the front of my slacks. Candy must have felt it because
she pressed herself even tighter against me.
"Oh, God," I thought, "this is wrong. This is my own
daughter arousing my lust. Fantasies are one thing, but
this is real, and it's wrong." I pulled my hips back,
moving my hard cock from contact with Candy's groin. She
responded by once again pressing herself against me.
Putting her mouth to my ear, she whispered, "Daddy,
dance with me the way you did with Barbie."
"But you're my daughter. It's not right for father and
daughter to do like we're doing."
"I know that, Daddy. It's what I want, though, so let's
do it anyway."
Candy and I danced the rest of the dance pressed close
together. My cock had formed a hard, round knot in my
groin and Candy pressed her jean-covered vee against it,
occasionally grinding herself hard against me. When the
song ended, she held me on the dance floor.
"One more dance, please. Dance another dance with me and
then we can go order, okay?"
If she had known my mental condition, she would have
realized that pleas were not necessary. I would have
gladly stayed on the dance floor all night just so I
could hold her in my arms and press our bodies together.
My fantasies had completely driven out the reality of
the situation, and I was now completely given over to
experiencing the full effects of Candy's newly
demonstrated sensuality.
After we had danced another dance, Candy kissed me on
the cheek and said, "Thank you, Daddy." As she leaned
into me to deliver the kiss, her groin pressed hard
against mine. Knowing we were about to break contact,
and reluctant to do so, I pushed my hard cock into the
vee of her groin and ground it into her jean-covered
sex.
We stood still in the middle of the dance floor for a
long moment, our sexual areas pressed against each
other, each loathe to separate ourselves from the
pleasurable embrace. Realizing, though, that the music
had stopped and embarrassed about putting on such a
display of lust for all the on-lookers, we broke apart
and went to our table.
Dinner went very quickly, conversation stifled by the
thoughts and recriminations spinning through my head.
Candy had a distant look in her eyes, and I felt that
she too must be considering the actions we had just
completed and what they might lead to. I didn't know
about her, but my thoughts were confused. One part of me
wanted Candy with a desperation that was almost beyond
measure.
I had fantasized about our making love, and it was hard
to drive the fantasy out and make room for the real, the
practical part. The real, the practical, was that Candy
was my daughter, that I should be concerned about
protecting her, not aching to make love to her. My
thoughts were still confused when I paid the bill and we
left to go home.
When we reached home and went into the house, Candy
said, "Daddy, I really do need to talk with you. Why
don't we put on our night clothes first, though. After
we've changed, we can have an after dinner drink and
talk. Okay?" All I could do was nod my approval.
I changed to pajamas and a robe and went into the
kitchen and mixed us some drinks. As I was carrying them
into the den, Candy came in. She appeared to be dressed
as I was, with a robe covering her. I didn't see any
pajamas covering her legs, so she either had on shorty
pajamas, or, and my blood raced at the idea, nothing at
all. My hand trembled a little as I handed her drink.
Her hand also had a tremble as she took it.
Candy and I sat there in silence for a few minutes,
sipping our drinks. She looked at me and our eyes met
and locked. I knew that whatever the outcome, it was
time to start our conversation. I took the initiative by
asking, "What's this problem you need to talk about,
sweetheart?"
Candy smiled shyly and said, "I've rehearsed this a
thousand times, but still don't know for sure how to say
it." She paused, looking down at her lap, and then
looked up, saying, "Well, I guess you could say that in
a way I'm jealous."
"Jealous? Has someone stolen a boyfriend away from you?"
Candy smiled, a rueful, crooked grin, and said, "Well,
not that exactly, but it is something like that."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, do you remember when you and Barbie danced just
before I left for Austin last time? Sort of like the way
we danced tonight, only more so?"
"Yes, baby, I remember."
"Daddy, I was jealous of Barbie. I was jealous of how
she held you so close, of how aroused she was. Seeing
the two of you act like that bothered me. It bothered me
sexually."
"Gee, baby, I'm sorry. After all, it was you who got us
to dance together."
"Oh, no, Daddy, I'm not scolding you. What happened was
perfectly natural. After all, Momma has been dead for
over two years, and you're bound to have needs and
drives that need to be satisfied. No, that wasn't what
bothered me. What bothered me was...uh, well...I wished
it had been me rather than Barbie."
There wasn't anything I could say that could properly
respond to her statement. I wanted to say, "Oh, God,
Barbie, I wish it had been you, too," but this was my
daughter I was talking to. I didn't know where she would
take the conversation from there, and I sure didn't want
to embarrass her or offend her. Instead, all I said was
"umm-hmm," urging her to continue.
"What's made it worse," she continued, "is that I've
talked with Barbie. Daddy, she told me what she did to
you."
I grimaced and waved my hands in a gesture of
resignation. I knew Candy and Barbie were close friends,
but I hadn't expected Barbie to tell Candy about our
brief affair.
"Oh, Daddy, she didn't just come out and tell me -- I
had to worm it out of her. Besides, I approve. It was
real sweet of you, and it really helped her." Candy
laughed and continued, "Boy, DID it help her. I could
hardly believe she would have a live-in boyfriend."
Candy reached out a hand and patted mine, saying, "No,
Daddy, I'm not bothered by that." She gripped my hand
hard now and very quietly and softly said, "What I'm
bothered about is that what you did for her I need as
bad, if not worse, than she did."
I pulled my hand back and sat up. "Candy, are you
suggesting...?"
Candy dropped her hands to her lap and clasped them
together. Looking me directly in the eyes, a serious
expression on her face, she said, "Yes, that's EXACTLY
what I'm suggesting. Daddy, I'm nineteen years old, and
I'm still a virgin. I've wanted to have sex, wanted it
desperately, but I've been afraid of all the boys I've
dated. They were rough and pawed at me.
"Daddy, I've laid awake at night and listened to you and
Momma. That's told me that sex doesn't have to be rough.
I heard Momma moan from the pleasure you gave her.
That's how I want sex to be, that's how I want my
special first time to be. Daddy, that's why I want my
first time to be with you."
"Sweetheart, you're my daughter. We can't..."
"Oh, Daddy, we CAN. Our being daughter and father is
what makes it so possible. Daddy, I love you and I know
you love me. That love is what makes it so special, so
possible."
Still feeling doubts about the reality versus the
fantasy of committing incest, I said, "But Candy...."
"You think I'm not as pretty or desirable as Barbie,
don't you? Well, you're wrong!" Candy said, defiantly.
She stood up, and after untieing the sash around her
waist, pulled her robe from off her shoulders and let it
drop to the floor. I had to repress a gasp at what I
saw. Candy stood there before me dressed in baby-doll
pajamas made of the sheerest material possible.
Her breasts filled out the pajama tops, her nipples and
their surrounding dusky circles clearly visible through
the thin material. Down below, in the sheer panty
bottoms, a dark swath showed at her groin. She had an
abundant growth of pubic hair and it could be seen
through the tissue-thin fabric that left little to the
imagination. My heart beat at a rapid pace--seeing her
like that, in those sheerest-of-sheer pajamas, was as
arousing as seeing her nude.
Candy reached down to the bottom of her pajama top and
with a swift motion pulled it up and over her head,
revealing the glory of her breasts that had only been
hinted at before. With the top removed, I could see them
in all their splendor -- firm, round, and not sagging
even a millimeter. Each one was centered with a darker
circle, and from them, the hard nubbins of her nipples
stood proudly erect. She put her hands up and cupped the
white mounds, pushing them upward.
"My boobs are bigger and fuller than Barbie's. I know,
because as she told you, we've seen each other naked."
She leaned forward, pushing her breasts even closer to
me. "Admit it, Daddy, they're nicer than Barbie's,
aren't they?"
I couldn't make my voice work to answer her. Viewing her
magnificent breasts, seeing her act in such an erotic
way had made me virtually inarticulate. I could only nod
my head and manage finally to whisper a strangled "Yes."
Candy put her hands on the waist band of her pajama
bottoms and slowly pushed them downward. She wiggled her
hips, working the wisp of fabric down until the slightly
rounded bulge of stomach was revealed. Giving her hips
another twist, she pushed the panties down until they
were around her hips. My cock had already come erect,
making a hard bulge in the front of my pajamas at the
sight of Candy's breasts, but now, as the dark tresses
of her bushy groin came into view, it jerked and pushed
out the front of my robe. No matter what words I might
use on Candy, my desire could not be denied.
Reaching further down, Candy pushed her panties until
they were around her knees. At this point, they released
and fell to her feet. She stepped one foot out of them
and then lifted the other up and removed the briefs from
her foot. I had felt lust before, but the sight of
Candy's pussy made me tremble with an overpowering rush
of desire. I wanted nothing else at that point but to
grab her and sink my throbbing cock into that furrow, to
find her hidden depths and push my shaft in until I had
buried its full length into the deep recesses of her
young, hot flesh.
With her panties removed, Candy now stood before me
completely nude with nothing to hide the full extent of
her beauty from me. Where she had seemed a little shy
and hesitant before, her posture and the look she gave
me now spoke of boldness.
She was enjoying the strip tease performance, she was
exulting in showing me her totally nude body. Without
saying a word, she turned around so that her back was to
me, the fullness of her firm, hard buttocks revealed to
me. I had always thought Marilyn Chambers had the best
ass ever put on a woman, but the one Candy now displayed
to me was every bit as good if not better.
Looking back at me over her shoulder, Candy put her
hands on her buttocks, one hand on each of the firm
globes. She kneaded them and then spread them apart,
showing me the little indention of her anus. Between
those cheeks I could see the crease of her vagina and
the soft, furry pubic hair that extended down to between
her legs.
"Daddy, my bottom is twice as nice as Barbie's. My ass
is hard and firm. Barbie's is soft." She delved her
fingers into the cleavage between the cheeks and stroked
them up and down. "My ass is better, isn't it? Come on,
Daddy, tell me you like mine better."
"Candy, your ass is absolutely perfect," I managed to
whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the firmness
of her buttocks and especially the area down below them.
My cock was drooling now, pre-come wetting its head and
soaking my pajamas.
Candy turned back around to where she once again faced
me. With her revealed to me like that I realized that
she was far more beautiful and desirable than Barbie had
been. Candy was about three inches shorter than Barbie,
and where Barbie had a model's body, Candy's was fuller,
more lush. Her hips flared out wider and her thighs were
fuller and more firm. Her breasts were full but not
overly large -- good handfuls, ready to be caressed and
loved.
She was like a ripe fruit, ready to be savored, ready to
be devoured. I could hardly believe that a girl so
beautiful, so ready, could still be a virgin. It was
even harder to believe that she was asking me, her
father, to be the one to take that virginity, to be the
first one to taste that ripened fruit.
Candy put her hand on her stomach and slowly traced it
down through her pubic hair to the top of her feminine
furrow. With one finger extended, she probed down
between her labial lips. Pulling her finger back out,
she held it up, wet and shiny with her moisture. "Look
how wet I am. This shows how much I need you. Oh, God,
Daddy, please don't make me beg!"
By this time, all thoughts of any reservations I might
have had, recriminations about the enormity of incest,
were gone. They were replaced by the reality of what was
happening. The fantasies I had entertained about Candy
and me making love were no longer just day dreams. There
was no way I could refuse Candy her request. Further,
there was no way I could deny any more my long
suppressed desire to have Candy, to know her in the most
intimate way possible.
Candy took a step forward to where she was right in
front of me, only a step away. She looked down at me
sitting here and in a soft voice said, "Daddy, I know
you're attracted to me, that you want me as much I want
you. I felt you when we danced. You were hard, and your
hardness pressed against me. God, it felt so good that I
wanted us to make love right there on the spot." She
looked down at my lap, at the tent my cock was making of
the front of my pajamas and robe.
"You're that way right now. You can't deny it -- I can
see how your penis is causing the front of your robe to
stand up."
Suddenly, Candy knelt down between my knees. She took my
robe and spread its front apart, revealing my pajamas.
Underneath their thin cotton fabric, my cock was rigid
and throbbing, pressing the cloth up like a tent pole
under an Indian tepee. At the top of the bulge, directly
over the head of my penis, a circle of moisture had
formed, soaking the cloth with my pre- come.
Reaching out, Candy put her hand on the bulge and
grasped my cock. Even through the fabric, the touch was
electric, and I gasped at the pleasure her hand gave me.
Working the pajama fly open, Candy put her hand inside
and pulled my cock out. It was hard as a steel rod and
wet with the flow of my lust.
Putting her hand around it, she said, "Feel how hard you
are -- you're as aroused as I am. This is what I want.
Use this on me, make love to me, teach me how to love
you. Daddy, make a real woman of me. I don't care what
you have to do -- pretend I'm Barbie if you have to --
but take me to bed and love me. Daddy, take me to bed
and... and... fuck me." She squeezed my cock hard and
muttered, "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Really fuck me."
I put my hand under Candy's chin and pulled her head up
so that she faced me. Talking quietly, I said, "Candy,
sweetheart, it's impossible for me to pretend you're
Barbie." Even though a look of disappointment came on
her face, I continued, "You see, every time I made love
to Barbie, in my mind I was making love to you. Every
time I touched her, it was you I was touching. Every
time she had an orgasm, I pretended it was you who was
coming."
While I was talking the expression on her face changed
from disappointment to wonder. She whispered, "You
mean...?"
"I mean that ever since you developed into a woman, I've
longed to make love to you. I hid my desire because I
knew that would be incest." Looking down at where she
still had my cock in my hand, I said, "As you can see, I
can't hide it any more." My cock throbbed in her hand,
and I continued, "Yes, you're right, baby, I DO want you
as bad as you want me. Probably even more. So if you
really do want me to make love to you, there's nothing
in the world I want more than that."
In almost a groan, Candy said, "YES! Oooh, Daddy, yes,
yes!"
Standing up, Candy fell against me, her breasts against
my chest, her vagina right on top of my cock. Still
whispering, "Yes, yes, yes," Candy brought her mouth
against mine, her lips hungrily seeking out mine. As our
mouths came together, Candy speared her tongue between
my lips and drove it into my mouth, working it
feverishly around and around.
She squirmed her buttocks and hips so that my cock moved
between her labial lips and into her wet furrow.
Clamping her wetness around it, she gyrated her hips and
moaned in pleasure at the touch of flesh upon flesh.
Finally breaking the kiss, Candy whispered, "Take me to
bed now, Daddy. Take me to bed and make me a woman. Love
me like a man and woman are supposed to love."
Standing up, I lifted Candy into my arms and carried her
down the hall to the bedroom. She pulled my face to hers
and kissed me as we journeyed on her last step toward
womanhood.
Lowering her gently, I put Candy on the bed, facing up
to me. Her lush young body, now completely revealed, was
so beautiful that I had to pause and savor it. The
crease of her maidenhood showed through the abundant
growth of pubic hair, and with her legs spread slightly
apart as they were, it gaped apart, allowing a small
glimpse of its inner portions. Her breasts, somewhat
flattened from her position, were nonetheless firm,
quivering only slightly as she breathed.
At the top of each of them, her nipples stood up stiffly
from the middle of the crinkled areas of their
surrounding areolas. I had fantasized about Candy, about
how she would look nude, aroused, eager to love me, and
now it was no longer fantasy. I thought of what lay
ahead for us and reveled at the prospect.
"Sweetheart, you're so beautiful," I said, at last
breaking the silence. "I've dreamed of seeing you like
this, of our making love, and now it's happening in real
life. The real you is so much better than any of my
dreams or fantasies."
Candy smiled, enjoying the compliment, and said, "I
thought you'd like me if you got a chance to see me."
Smiling wider, she added, "See ALL of me, that is."
"Baby, I more than like you, I LOVE you -- ALL of you,
every part."
Candy put one hand between her legs and cupped a breast
with the other one. Still smiling that wide, coquettish
smile, she said, "But you like some parts better than
others, don't you?"
Smiling back at her, I said, "Yes, baby, some parts are
better. Especially those parts I hadn't seen before."
Candy took her hands away from her body and gestured up
at me. "You get naked, too. Take off your clothes so
that I can all parts of you, too."
I grinned at her and said, "But you've already seen me
naked. Remember?"
Grinning back at me, she said, "Yeah, I sure haven't
forgotten. I wanted to stay and look, but I was afraid
you'd get embarrassed." She looked down to where my cock
was forcing the front of my robe out and said, "But
you're different now from how you were then. Now you're
aroused, and I want to see you like that." The
expression on her face turned serious and speaking more
softly, she said, "Besides, things are different now.
Now we're going to be lovers, aren't we?"
Taking off my robe, I said, "Yes, sweetheart, now we're
going to be lovers. I'm going to give you the best
loving I know how." I unbuttoned my pajama top and
dropped it to the floor. Untieing the draw string to my
bottoms, I lowered them, pushing them down so that they
allowed my cock to spring out free from confinement. I
dropped them to my feet and stepped out of them,
completely nude, my cock standing out almost straight
from my body. Now I was as naked as Candy.
Candy's eyes widened slightly and she took a deep breath
as she stared at my rampant manhood. "God, Daddy, you're
beautiful, too. I like ALL of you, too," she whispered.
She reached out a hand to me and said, "Get on the bed
with me. Get here close to me--I want to feel your body
close to mine."
I stretched out on the bed alongside Candy and turned on
my side facing her. She turned toward me and
immediately, without a word being spoken, we were in
each other's arms. She clutched at me and pressed
herself close, pushing her breasts into my chest.
She whispered, "Oh, God, Daddy! Yes. Close, just like
this. Hold me, Daddy. Hold me close to you." I wrapped
my arms around her and dropped my hands down to her firm
buttocks. When she had turned to show me her ass, I
ached to hold and stroke them. Now they were in my hands
and I could love them all I wanted. "Oh, yes, touch me,
Daddy." She put her lips almost against mine and
whispered, "Kiss me, too. Touch me and kiss me."
Candy pressed her lips against mine and our mouths
blended and melted together. There was nothing of father
and daughter in the kiss: it was a lover's kiss--wet,
exciting, and expressive of the urgency of our arousal.
Our mouths opened and our tongues explored, swirling and
stroking. The pace of her breathing increased and mine
did too. I stroked her buttocks and kneaded them gently,
loving the feel of the firm globes in my hands.
Using just a light touch, I moved my hands down to where
the cleft between her cheeks disappeared, and felt the
tender, sensitive flesh hidden in that secret area of
her femininity. She was wet there, slick with the flow
of a woman aroused. I moved my fingers across the
slippery flesh at the top of her thighs and she moaned,
the sound muffled by our kiss.
Candy broke the kiss and in a whisper, almost a moan,
said, "Oooooo, I love this. This is my deepest, most
secret fantasy coming true."
"Fantasy?"
"Daddy, you told me you had longed to make love to me
for a long time. Well, I've felt the same way about you.
At night, when I listened to you and Momma love each
other, I fantasized it was me, not Momma, you were
making love to. One night I sneaked to your door and
peeked in. She was on top of you, and you were holding
each other, and you were both moaning. I could see
Momma's bottom moving up and down, and I knew she had
you inside her." She stroked her fingers across my cheek
and continued, "That was the night I touched myself for
the first time. I was so excited, I trembled all over.
After I got back in bed, I thought about your being
inside Momma, up between her legs, and I felt down
between my legs, down to that spot where a man goes in.
"It felt so good to touch there and I soon had both my
hands down, touching and rubbing. I could hardly believe
how wet I got. It kept feeling better and better and I
just kept climbing higher and higher. Then it happened.
I had an orgasm. I had my very first orgasm the night I
saw you and Momma making love.
"Every time after that when you and Momma made love, I
listened and touched myself. I pretended it was you
touching me, that you were inside me like you were
inside Momma. I could hear when you and Momma had an
orgasm, and I would try to come at the same time. That
way, I could dream that it was you making me come and
that I was the one who made you come."
Her revelation aroused me to a pitch I had never before
achieved. I pulled her closer against me, pressing the
little nubbins of her nipples into my chest. My cock
throbbed, down where it pushed against her thigh, and
more of my pre-come gushed out, making her leg even more
slippery from my hot flow. I groaned and whispered, "Oh,
God, baby, I had no idea."
"That's why I got upset about Barbie--she got to live
out my fantasy, my fantasy of making love with you."
I held her closer to me and whispered, "Baby, baby, I'm
so sorry. If I'd only known...."
"Shhh, Daddy," Candy said, putting her lips to mine to
stop my protests. Pulling her lips slightly away so that
they barely touched mine, she said, "Here I am making
you feel bad, and it wasn't your fault at all. I just
wanted you to know that my feelings toward you are just
like the ones you have for me."
Her lips curved into a smile and she continued, "You DO
have to make up for it, though. You have to do
everything to me that you did to Barbie. Then you have
to do more. I want you to do MORE to me than you did to
Barbie. Daddy, I want us to do EVERYTHING. We've got a
whole weekend, and you have to show and do everything to
me."
I could hardly believe this was my little girl Candy
telling me this. Pure, unadulterated lust flowed through
me, and I felt hot all over. I growled deep in my throat
and pushed her onto her back. Shifting up, I leaned down
across her and put my chest down and crushed it against
the firmness of her breasts.
"Yes, baby, yes," I muttered. "We'll do everything. When
we get through, there won't be anything we haven't done.
I'm going to love you like I've never loved anyone
before." Putting my mouth against hers, I drove my
tongue into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. I used
it wildly, its thrusts mirroring the heights of passion
Candy's words had driven me to. She wrapped an arm
around my back and pulled me even closer, growling in
her throat as I had done. I shivered in anticipation of
the weekend ahead of us--two whole days of nothing but
loving.
As we kissed, I put a hand on her breasts. I stroked
lightly across their undercurves and then moved up to
their areolas. Alternating between them, I drew little
circles around the nipples, lightly tracing my
fingertips on the crinkly dark ovals crowning their
fullness. She arched her back up toward my hand and
murmured a soft "ummnnn" into my mouth.
I touched the nipples, just brushing my fingers across
them. She muttered an "Ahh" and arched her back even
higher. Taking her breasts one at a time, I squeezed
them and kneaded them gently, brushing my palm across
the nipples as I did so. Her back was now several inches
off the bed as she arched it up and offered her breasts
for my caresses.
As much as I enjoyed touching her breasts, I was even
more drawn to the area below. I remembered how wet and
pink her furrow had been when she removed her pajama
bottoms, and I longed to touch her there, to put my
fingers into that cleft of womanhood she had revealed to
me. Taking my hand away from her breasts, I slowly moved
it down her front. When I came to the little indentation
of her navel, I drew a little circle around it with my
fingertips, just brushing lightly and teasingly.
Leaving her little belly-button, I moved lower. With
just the tips of my fingers, I drew a line down the
little roundedness of her belly, down to where her
temple of Venus was hidden away. She gasped at the touch
and shivered, the muscles of her stomach tensing up in
anticipation of my hand reaching its goal. As my fingers
moved into the forest of her black pubic hair, Candy
bent her legs at the knees and drew her feet up. When I
at last found her hidden furrow, she moved her knees
apart and opened herself up to fully receive my invading
hand.
After my hand found its goal, I moved two fingers into
the channel. Her labial lips were swollen, filled by her
arousal. Using two fingers, I stroked the inside of one
from near the bottom up to the top, to where it joined
the other. As I stroked slowly upward, my fingers came
to her clitoris. It was huge -- far larger than any I
had ever encountered before, like a hard acorn centered
in her furrow, forcing the lips to gape open around it.
Candy jerked her hips and gasped as my fingers barely
brushed against its sensitivity.
Using the same two fingers, I traced down the other
puffed-out lip and followed it back down to where it
widened out. The whole area between her legs was slick
and creamy, coated with the evidence of her newly
revealed passion. I was amazed at how aroused she was.
Realizing that I had lived with this little nymph for
nineteen years and had never seen evidence of her
feelings for me nor recognized the depths of her
sensuality filled me with a sense of wonder.
Dipping my fingers into the wide area of her vulva, I
found the entrance to her tunnel. I traced my finger
around the opening, toying with its edges, and then
slipped a finger tip into the recess. Her hips moved up
against my probing finger and her tongue went wild in my
mouth. I continued my probing until almost half my
finger was inserted into her. Her hips undulated against
my hand as her pussy sought to imitate the fuck it was
longing to receive. Responding to my touches, she was
soon panting into my mouth, barely able to sustain our
kiss.
I twisted my finger in slow gyrations, stretching and
teasing the tight entrance to her vagina. Reacting to
the motions, she squirmed her hips in counter circles,
and my hand was soon slick with her juices, almost as if
it had been bathed in her girl flow. Finally having my
hand where it had been in so many of my fantasies made
my blood race. My cock throbbed against her side,
pulsing as if it had a life of its own, eager to replace
my finger and delve into Candy's tight, hot inner body.
I slowly extracted my finger from within Candy and let
it trace a path right up the center of her wet furrow.
Just touching lightly, I slowly moved it up to where it
came against her swollen, bulging clitoris. Moving my
finger tip on top of the hard little knob, I caressed it
with just the gentlest of strokes. Its hood was pulled
back, allowing full access to its firm, sensitive flesh.
Candy murmured, "Oh god," saying the words right into my
mouth. Her hips began to jerk and twist, and she shoved
them against my hand, pressing herself hard against me.
Suddenly, her stomach started shuddering in little
spasms and her knees jerked together, clamping my hand
between them.
Still able to move my finger, I continued the soft
strokes of Candy's swollen, exposed clitoris. She flung
an arm across my shoulder and dug her fingers into my
back, moaning into my mouth. Unable to bear the
escalation of pleasure any longer, she dropped both arms
by her sides, and using them and her feet for leverage,
thrust her hips up, arching her back a full foot off the
bed. The small shudders that had shaken her belly before
increased in their intensity and her hips were soon
jerking and twisting.
Pulling her mouth from mine, she moved her head to the
side and moaned, "Ohhh, God, Daddy." I could feel the
hand next to me clutch the sheet as she balled it up
into a fist. Suddenly she went rigid, the muscles of her
stomach and thighs straining and hard. She moved her
head from side to side and muttered, "Ahh, Ahh." Then
she arched her head back, straining it against the
pillow, and screamed, "Dadddieee! Ooohhhh, God,
Daddiiee!"
The whole insides of her legs convulsed against my hand
and spasms undulated up and down her furrow, moving
against my finger in wave after wave. They continued
like this for at least thirty seconds before gradually
decreasing. She was moaning continuously, a soft
crooning sound of rapture.
Slowly, the spasms became less intense and she gradually
relaxed, the muscles in her thighs and stomach
softening. Her legs moved apart, releasing my hand from
their grasp. Her hips slowly descended until her back
once again was on the bed.
Still breathing hard, she whispered, "I came Daddy. Oh,
God, I just came and came and came. I've longed for this
so much that I knew all it would take was one touch
between my legs and I'd be gone. Ohhh, Daddy, that was
sooo good. That's the best it's ever been for me."
"Later on, it will get even better," I said.
"I'll die if it does. I don't think I can bear anything
better."
"You will, baby, you will. And it will only get better,
sweet- heart. Better and better."
Candy's hand was right next to where my cock touched her
side. She moved it to where her fingers came into
contact with my shaft and lightly stroked them up and
down its length, spreading the wetness of my pre-come
over its surface. Wrapping her fingers around my cock,
she whispered, "How about now? Can we start right now? I
want you to feel what I just felt. I tell from how hard
you are that you're ready." She gave my shaft a hard
squeeze and continued, "Daddy, let's fuck now. I want to
feel this up inside me, deep inside me. I want to feel
you when you come. I want you to come long and hard just
like I did."
"Yes, baby, if you're ready for it, we'll do it right
now. But remember, with this being your first time, it
might hurt a little. I'll try to be as gentle as
possible, but sometimes nothing can prevent a girl from
experiencing some pain the first time. It usually
doesn't last long, though--the pleasure soon drives the
pain away."
"I know I told you I was a virgin, and that's so--I've
never fucked before. But one time when I was listening
to you and Momma I got pretty carried away and pushed my
fingers in real deep. I felt something tear, and it hurt
a little. I even found a little blood on me the next
morning. Since I did that back then, it may not hurt
this time."
My mind formed a mental picture of her playing with
herself in bed, getting so aroused that she deflowered
herself, and my cock jerked in response to the image. I
was finding out more and more about my daughter that I
hadn't even suspected.
More and more I was finding how sexual she was, how
passion had ran just below her surface, unrevealed until
now. She wasn't any longer my little girl--she was a
passionate, fully matured female, ready and eager for me
to bring her sexuality to complete fruition. Even though
I was in one way disappointed that it wouldn't be me who
ridded her of her maidenhead, I was relieved that I
wouldn't have to bring her the pain of defloweration.
"It sounds like you took care of your maidenhead then.
You're right, it probably won't hurt now. Still, though,
let's not take any chances. We'll do it the way that a
virgin should do it the first time, with you on top."
Candy smiled a soft smile and said, "Like I saw you and
Momma doing it? Just like I dreamed about? Oh, yes,
let's do it like that. It will be like it was when I
went back to bed and pretended, only it will be real
this time. This time I really will have you inside me."
She squirmed her hips around, and with excitement
showing in her voice, said, "Oh, God, let's do it right
now. Just thinking about it sends shivers through me."
She took my hand and moved it down to her vee, pressing
it into her wet flesh. "Feel how wet I am. Just feel how
ready I am."
I could hardly believe the sheer wantonness of that
action. She had just finished a shuddering orgasm and
now she was asking for more--asking me, no, almost
begging me, to fuck her. Her passion was far greater
than I could have fantasized about even in my wildest of
fantasy and I trembled in lust, trembled with an
overpowering desire to give her what she wanted: to have
my cock buried to its base in her young body.
I turned over on my back, my cock thrusting up erect and
quivering from my groin. I looked down at it and its
head was inflamed, a dark plum color. It was wet, too,
the flow of my pre-come dribbling down and drenching it.
I touched Candy and said, "Get up over me. Straddle me
so that you can lower yourself down on me."
Candy did as I said, putting her knees on each side of
my hips, her vee just above my straining cock. Her
furrow gaped open, and her swatch of hair was wet,
clinging to her pubis in little curls. I reached down
and held my cock still, pointing it right up to the
entrance to Candy's vagina. "Now, baby, lower yourself
down on me. Do it real slow and easy. Take just as much
as you comfortably can. If it starts to hurt, just stop
and let the pain pass. This way, you're in control. You
get to set the pace."
With a frown of concentration on her face, Candy lowered
her hips until my cock made contact with her wet furrow.
She squirmed, positioning herself until the head of my
cock nudged into the recess of her sheath. Tilting her
head back slightly, she closed her eyes and slowly
lowered herself onto my hardness, engulfing it in her
hot, wet flesh.
Although she was incredibly tight, the combination of
her lubrication and my pre-come facilitated penetration.
One inch of my cock disappeared and then another. Candy
let out her breath and then lowered herself until her
pussy had swallowed about half my shaft.
The walls of her tunnel pressed tightly around its hard
invader and created some of the most pleasurable
sensations I could recall. I had thought my first
journey into Barbie's pussy was one of my most memorable
experiences, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure
that now rushed through my body.
Thus far, other than feeling my cock force the walls of
her tunnel apart, there been no obstruction, no
obstacles to my journey into the depths of Candy's body.
Her maidenhead no longer existed. It looked like we
would be free to continue without the inconvenience of
even momentary pain. She still had her eyes closed,
though, and the slight frown was still on her face. "You
okay, sweetheart?" I asked. "Is it hurting any?"
She opened her eyes and smiled. "No... it doesn't hurt.
It's just a strange, new feeling--like my whole belly is
filling up." She leaned forward, putting her hands by my
side, and forced more of her pussy down over my cock.
"My belly is filling up with my Daddy's cock," she
murmured, almost to herself. Then, with a grunt and a
sudden downward thrust of her hips, she impaled herself
on the remaining portion of my cock. At last, I was all
the way in her, my cock buried completely in Candy's
teenage pussy. Having accomplished her goal, she leaned
down, letting her breasts brush across my chest, and
whispered, "Ah, all of it. All of Daddy's cock... all
the way inside me."
Thank goodness she stayed still. If she had moved even
an inch, I would have filled her pussy right then and
there with my come. Finally achieving my desire to make
love with Candy was so arousing that it would have taken
little more to send me beyond my already stretched-to-
the-limit control.
For long moments, we remained motionless like that--
pubic hair intermeshed and pubic bones pressed together.
Even without motion, it was pure, unabated pleasure. The
warmth and moisture of her vagina pressing in on all
portions of my cock felt so good I would have gladly
remained like that for hours, just savoring the
pleasure, enjoying the contact of our sexual flesh.
Eventually, though, Candy lifted herself until her torso
was erect above me. Using her knees and thighs, she
raised herself about an inch, withdrawing the sheath of
her vagina from off my cock by that amount. Then,
reversing the motion, she once again came down, taking
all my cock back inside her warm confines. As she hit
bottom, she squirmed herself against the hardness of my
pubis, grinding her clitoris on it. "Ohhh, yes," she
muttered.
She repeated the action one more time, bringing the hard
nubbin of her clitoris into even harder contact with the
base of my cock. Then, holding still, she looked down at
me and said, "I did it, Daddy. Just like in my dreams, I
got all my Daddy's cock up into my belly." She lifted
herself even higher than before, and then thrust down
hard on me. "Daddy, we're fucking. We're finally,
finally fucking!"
Using just a little rocking motion, Candy moved back and
forth, moving her pussy up and down my cock in little
short strokes. Right above me, her breasts jiggled from
the motion. If nothing else had indicated the extent of
her arousal, her breasts would have. The nipples were
fully erect and jutting straight out.
Even the areolas around them were swollen and puffed
out, their crinkles gone. Unable to resist them, I put
my hands up and made love to those firm, magnificent
globes. She put her hands on top of mine and pressed
them into her flesh, pressing them deeply into the
pillows of her femininity.
Gradually, Candy increased her tempo, bouncing up and
down at a faster pace. As she did, the up-and-down
strokes became longer, and my pleasure climbed to meet
hers. I felt shudders and little contractions of
pleasure grasp her pussy, causing it to squeeze down on
my cock. I knew from that that she was having a series
of mini-orgasms that would intensify until they combined
into one big one. She murmured her pleasure each time a
contraction hit and moaned in joy from the feeling.
Candy took my hands away from her breasts and then
leaned down to where our faces were only inches apart.
"I'm fucking you, Daddy. How do you like it? Did Barbie
do this to you?"
"No, sweetheart, Barbie and I didn't do it like this.
This is just for you and me."
"Good," she said, putting her mouth on mine and driving
her tongue into my mouth.
Candy stretched herself so that she now lay on top of me
in the classic missionary position. She moved her pussy
up and down on my shaft, using long strokes. Combined
with them, she gyrated her hips in circles, twisting her
pussy around my cock with each of her strokes. The
motions were working their spell on me, but they were
affected her even more. Her mini-orgasms were almost
continuous now and her juices were flowing out and
covering my balls and running down the crack of my ass.
We were making a marvelous wet spot.
I reached down and caressed the smooth skin of her
buttocks. I could feel their muscles clench up each time
she thrust down and then feel them rise on each of her
up strokes. Her stomach muscles pressed against mine and
the shudders and contractions that moved through them
transferred to mine.
I spread my legs apart and lifted them, wrapping them
around her waist. Using them for leverage, I started
reciprocating her thrusts, driving upward to meet each
of her downward thrusts. We were soon panting into each
other's mouths, climbing the ascent toward orgasm at a
breakneck speed.
Candy started softly muttering, "Oh god... Oh god... Oh
god!" gradually increasing the pace of her hip motions.
Suddenly, she pulled her face away of mine and threw her
head back with eyes closed.
"Oh god, Daddy!"
The little shudders and contractions that she had had
earlier now became hard convulsions, shaking her and
causing her whole pelvis to tremble. Using my legs, I
pulled her groin hard against mine and ground my pubic
bone into her clitoris. She collapsed against me, her
breasts crushed against my chest, and shook and panted
as her orgasm took control of her, shaking her with its
ecstasy.
Gradually, her shudders lessened and she relaxed against
me, totally spent from the intensity of the orgasm. She
lifted her up and softly said, "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, sweetheart," I answered.
"You didn't come, did you?" she asked.
"Not yet. But I'm not far from it."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I told you I wanted you to have
the same kind of pleasure I had, and all I did was have
it all over again and leave you high and dry."
I chuckled and said, "Who said I was through?"
She grinned and said, "Not me."
I lifted Candy from off me and turned her on her back.
Getting on my knees, I moved up between her legs. I took
hold of each of her legs and spread them wide apart,
lifting them up with knees bent so they formed a saddle
for me. Then I moved a pillow to her hips and lifted her
so I could put it under them.
Now she was ready for me. My cock throbbed in
anticipation of entry into the wide-open pussy that lay
before it, just inches away. Now I was ready to show her
some REAL fucking, ready to show her how a cock and
pussy were really supposed to fit together. Candy
watched me throughout all this, silent, eyes wide.
Grasping my cock by the base, I ran its head up and down
her furrow, concentrating on her clitoris. Then I guided
it down to her tunnel, still open from her fucking me,
and nudged it into her. Thrusting my hips forward
slowly, I pushed my cock into Candy's body.
Soon, it was down to where its base was pushed firmly
into the wet, pink flesh of her furrow. I pulled it out
and then thrust it back in, hard and fast. Since she had
already come, I didn't have to have any concern about
her being satisfied--it was my time now, time for me to
fully enjoy the pleasure of her body, to live out the
fantasy of fucking the young, hot body of my little
girl.
I lifted both of Candy's legs up, spreading the vee of
her vulva wide, exposing all the wet flesh of her
furrow. I could see where my cock entered into her, and
I shoved hard, watching it as it drove in until my belly
thrust into her wetness. I pulled out until just the
head was left inside her and thrust in again, pushing as
hard as I could.
Stretching my legs out below me, I put my hands
alongside her shoulders and started pistoning in and out
as hard and fast as I could go. Candy spread her legs
out all the way and put them over mine, her ankles
locked across my calves. As I came down on my thrusts,
she raised her hips up with a thrust of her own. Her
eyes were even wider now, and she grunted, "Oh, God,
Daddy!"
"Is this hurting you, baby?" I asked.
"Hurting? Oh, God, no! It's just so good, it's almost
unbelievable." As she hunched her hips up to meet me,
she murmured, "Ummmnnnn." She reached up and grasped my
shoulders with her hands and said, "Oh, I love it this
way. I love it hard and fast." She moved her legs from
my calves and wrapped them around my hips, and hunching
her hips up toward me, muttered, "Ooooh, I'm going to
come AGAIN! Oh, God, Daddy, DO IT! Do it hard... HARD!"
Putting my hands under her hips, I continued to drive my
cock in and out of her clutching, clenching hot tunnel.
"Yeah, baby, hard, hard," I murmured. I could feel my
orgasm building to a crescendo. I had waited so long to
finally make love to Candy that it had built up to one
of the highest peaks of my life.
The way her hot flesh clutched against mine, the
slippery friction of oily flesh rubbing against oily
flesh, was taking me beyond any point of control. I was
panting like a runner doing a marathon and the pressure
of my semen was a volcano ready to erupt. I felt her
pussy tighten down on my cock and the muscles of her
belly tighten.
Her buttocks clenched in my hands, drawing up into
little knots. In a half moan, half cry, she screamed,
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy! Ohhhhh, oh, oh, oooooooohhhhhh!" She
opened her eyes and moaned, "Oh, God, come now. Come
with me. Come with your little girl."
Hearing her words and feeling her body writhe in my
grasp was too much for me. I had already been on the
edge of orgasm, and her actions pushed me over the
crest. I drove my cock in, as deep as I could get it,
and held it there. My buttocks now clenched just as hers
were doing and my cock contracted.
Then, almost like a cannon shot, a jet of come spurted
out of my cock into the depths of her flesh. Candy felt
it and shoved her hips up even tighter to me. She put a
hand behind my head and brought mouth to wide open
mouth. With both our mouths open and seeking, we kissed,
our tongues stroking and caressing the other's.
Gush after gush spurted from my cock. It filled her
pussy and spread over my cock and coated it with warm
slipperiness. Candy's hips pushed up hard up against me,
her pussy pressed against the base of my cock, jerking
against me with little stabbing motions. The flow of my
sperm had intensified her orgasm and we were both at the
peak of our rapture, writhing in ecstasy.
I pulled my cock out and then drove it back in again,
and Candy murmured her approval. As I pushed in, I felt
my sperm gush out and cover both of us. It dripped down
on my balls and I knew that a whole stream had to be
flowing down between her legs and drenching the bed. It
had to be the wettest fuck I had ever had, and I loved
the wetness.
Our peaks passed slowly, gradually ebbing away into just
little tremors and sighs. The wild abandon of our kiss
changed into a gentle tenderness. Oh, God," I thought,
"I've just fucked my own daughter, my little girl, the
person I love most in this world." She moved slightly,
restirring the pleasure. "And it was the best fuck I've
ever had."
I pulled my lips away from hers slightly and she said,
"Ummnnn, God, Daddy. That was incredible." She hunched
her hips up to mine, pressing her sperm coated pussy
against me and with a big smile said, "You were right.
Now I know what REAL fucking is." She hunched her hips
up and said, "It even still feels good, doesn't it?" Not
waiting for an answer, she pulled my mouth back down to
hers for a slow, languid kiss.
She was right--it did still feel good. Even though my
cock had lost a little of its rigidity, it was still
firm, filling the entire cavity of her pussy. The fact
that it was Candy under me, her pussy holding my cock in
its warm grasp, played games with my libido, keeping me
hard despite my having one of the most intense orgasms
of my life. I pulled my cock out and shoved it back,
testing myself. Yes, it WAS still good. I felt like I
could go on forever. Go on forever with Candy.
She felt my stroke and shoved against it, murmuring into
my mouth. Her hand stroked the back of my neck, a caress
reflecting her feelings toward me. Now we were more than
father and daughter, our love had a new dimension, a new
depth and breadth. She broke our kiss, licking my lips
in the process, and whispered, "Are you going to fuck me
again, right now?"
"Do you want me to?"
"YES! Oh, God, yes. Can you?"
I pulled my cock out and shoved it back in, saying,
"What does than tell you?"
Candy grinned and said, "That tells me that my Daddy is
about to fuck his little girl again." She pulled her
pussy down, letting my cock slip out a little, and then
shoved back up, taking it back inside. "Yes, Daddy, do
it again. Let's do it over and over again, until we
can't do it anymore."
I pulled out and got up on my knees, saying, "Let's use
another position. This time let's play like we're boy
dog and girl dog."
Candy grinned, immediately catching on, and got up on
her hands and knees, her beautiful ass turned toward me.
She turned her head back toward me and smiling, said,
"Is this right, Daddy?"
Was it right? With that sweet little ass stuck up in the
air for me, it was more than right--it was perfect. Her
whole bottom was wet from where my come had run down
between her legs, and the furrow of her pussy was
overflowing from come still oozing out her pussy. Seeing
her like that brought all the rigidity back to my cock,
and my lust that had declined slightly after my orgasm
returned in full force.
My cock quivered in anticipation of getting back inside
of the hot sexual flesh presented in open invitation
before me. I groaned and thrust my shaft up between her
legs, pushing it into the wetness of her furrow, seeking
Candy's hot, come-dripping hole.
Running my cock up and down the channel, I found the
opening to her sheath and pushed it in, thrusting my
hips forward slowly. My belly at last made contact with
her buttocks, making a wet sound. I put my hands on her
hips and pulled her in even closer to me, swinging my
balls up to where they made contact with her clitoris. I
pulled out and then thrust in hard, forcing her hips
forward.
She folded her arms and laid her head on them so as to
steady her ass for my attack. Turning her head back to
me, she said, "I like it this way. You go in so deep...
deeper than ever before. I can feel your cock going way
up inside me." She squirmed her slick buttocks against
me and murmured, "Ummnnnn, it feels so good this way."
Even though Candy's pussy was still tight, my cock had
opened it up considerably. That, coupled with way my
previous deposit of sperm increased her lubrication,
allowed me to really ram her. From that position, I
didn't have to worry about crushing her, and I allowed
my lust full play. Gripping her hips, I held her in
place and drove in and out of her like a piledriver.
Each of my thrusts moved her forward, driving her head
into the pillow. She was my lust toy, and I used her
body to give me the utmost pleasure possible. With each
of my thrusts I muttered, "Yes, baby, deep...oh, sweet
pussy... ummm, sweet little girl pussy... oh, god, baby,
so good, so good, so good."
I wasn't the only one getting pleasure from my pistoning
thrusts. Each time I thrust against Candy, she grunted
and pushed back hard against me. The cheeks of her ass
spread apart and her buttocks flattened against my belly
each time I drove into her. As I pulled out, the
entrance to her pussy stretched out, clasping my cock as
if reluctant to lose contact. We became one creature,
fused together in a sphere of pure pleasure. We moaned
and muttered our pleasure, inarticulate sounds of lust
being completely and fully satisfied.
Leaning across Candy's back, I put my hands under her
and caressed her hanging breasts, kneading the firm
projections and rubbing across the firm nipples. She
moved her shoulders up slightly, giving me more room to
play with her sensitive nipples. After giving them
sufficient attention, I moved my hands lower, down to
her drenched sexual area. Using the fingers of both
hands, I thoroughly explored the top portion of her wet
channel.
I felt it widen with each of my thrusts and then come
back together as I withdrew. Two of my fingers found her
clitoris and rubbed it while the others caressed the
inner portions of her labial lips. Feeling her wetness,
feeling it as it soaked my hands, served only to
intensify the eroticism of the contact. She squirmed her
ass and tried to move her legs together as my fingers
strummed across her love button.
My uninhibited onslaught of her pussy became too much
for me and I felt my orgasm surging to its breaking
point. The contact of my fingers on her clitoris coupled
with the way I see-sawed my cock in and out her was
bringing Candy to the same point.
Her whole ass quivered and shivers run through her firm
little belly. Her moans were continuous as she responded
to the multiple stimulation. She bucked up hard against
me and shouted, "Oh, God, I'm coming again!" Shudders
ran through her body and she collapsed flat, my hands
pinned under her, still playing drum beats on her
clitoris. I went down with her, continuing to piston my
cock in and out with hard, fast strokes.
Candy worked her hips up and down, first pushing her
clitoris against my fingers and then pushing her pussy
against my cock. Each of us was lost in rapture, orgasm
sweeping over us in ever higher waves. Hers came on
first and she shook under me, shaking her ass in
circles, and moaning, "Oh, God...Oh, God." The whole
internal portion of her pussy convulsed and jerked,
grasping my cock and contracting around it.
Even with that restriction, I still managed to drive in
and out, as deep as I could go. The combination of her
belly convulsing against my hands, the shudder of her
furrow against my fingers, and the clutch of her
trembling pussy flesh against my cock proved to be the
final ignition, though, and I joined her in orgasm,
jetting shot after shot of sperm into her already filled
pussy.
My eyes clouded over, my vision becoming blurred, and I
collapsed on top of Candy, barely able to support myself
with my arms to keep from crushing her under my weight.
It had been the most intense, most satisfying orgasm of
my life, and I was totally spent. Each spurt of sperm
weakened me, relaxing me. When I finally stopped coming,
I was limp, completely used up.
We lay there for long moments, gasping, trying to catch
our breaths. My cock, now completely satisfied, slowly
shrunk and then pulled out of Candy's pussy, dribbling
even more come over her. I had come so much that it was
leaking out of her pussy, each of her tremors making
more pour out. The stream flowed down over my cock and
balls and her pussy, and a pool of semen formed under
us.
Gradually, I came to my senses, my vision returning, and
lifted myself and lay down beside her. Her face was
turned toward mine, and she smiled softly. Without
actually speaking, her lips formed the words, "Thank
you, Daddy. I love you." Uncaring about our sleeping in
the result of our orgasm, I reached down and pulled the
covers over us. Candy went to sleep immediately and I
soon followed.
* * * *
The next morning I woke up to the delicious smell of
fresh coffee and bacon frying. I picked up my wrinkled
robe from the floor and put it on. Following the smell
of breakfast, I went into the kitchen. Candy was
standing there in her robe, cooking breakfast for us.
The back of her hair was still damp, so I knew she had
taken a shower. Turning toward me, she said, "Well, good
morning, sunshine. I'm fixing us some breakfast." She
grinned and continued, "I figured we need some
nourishment after last night. Why don't you get your
shower while I finish. Breakfast ought to just about be
ready by the time you're through."
Following her suggestion, I went into the bathroom and
quickly shaved and showered. While showering, I recalled
the events of the previous evening. It had been a
evening of the most exciting love-making of my life and
my cock sprung up in full erection as I remembered what
Candy and I had done. Candy might be my daughter, but
she was also a passionate woman with a large capacity
for love. After forcing myself to think of other things,
I got my erection down to a semi-hard and put on my robe
and went back into the kitchen.
Candy had breakfast on the table and we sat down and
ate. Candy didn't say anything, but the looks she gave
me were warm and filled with excitement. She conveyed
with her eyes that last night hadn't been enough, that
she wanted more. She had said we had the whole weekend,
and it appeared that she meant it. My cock slowly came
fully erect as I considered the prospect.
Candy carried her dishes and put them in the sink and I
did the same. Standing there at the sink, her robe tied
tightly about her, the full perfection of her form
showed through the thin fabric. I embraced her from the
back, running my hands around to her front and cupping
her breasts. "Baby," I whispered into her ear, "last
night was the best thing that's happened to me in my
entire life."
She turned around to me and said, "Me, too, Daddy. It
was even better for me." She put her mouth to mine and
kissed me lightly, just brushing her tongue across my
lower lip. She moved her mouth from mine and said,
"Thank you for last night."
Stepping away from me to the center of the kitchen,
Candy grinned at me and said, "Guess what I've got on
under my robe."
"I couldn't even begin to guess," I answered.
Candy laughed and said, "Nothing. There's nothing under
here except your little Candy. Interested?"
Interested? God, I lusted after her with a lust that
seeming to have no limit. Nine-thirty in the morning,
after an evening of love-making that included some of
the most intense orgasms of my life, and my cock was
standing rigidly away from my body, pushing my robe out
in a bulge. It was Candy doing that to me. I just
couldn't seem to get enough of her. I looked down at the
bulge in the front of my robe and said, "What do you
think?"
"How about a date, then? Why don't we meet in my bedroom
in... let's see...three seconds?" She laughed and ran
down the hall, looking back over her shoulder at me with
a look that was as lustful as the one I'm sure I was
giving her.
As soon as we got into her room, we were all over each
other, each one trying to get the robe off the other. In
seconds, our robes were on the floor and we were
standing naked, trembling with desire. Candy moved up
against me and put her arms around me, holding me close.
"God, Daddy, I think I'm turning into a nymphomaniac.
All I can think about is making love with you. All I
want is for us to make love, to fuck for twenty- four
hours a day. I just can't seem to get enough of you."
"God, baby, you too? I thought it was just me. You
affect me exactly the same way. No one has ever done
that to me before. Just you."
Candy pushed her groin against my hard cock and
whispered, "Then why are we wasting time?"
In answer, I stepped toward the bed, pushing Candy in
lock-step with me. When the back of her knees hit the
bed, she fell down on it, laughing. Even though she was
laughing at the awkward dance we had just performed, her
eyes looking up at me showed smoky desire, hunger for
more of what we had done last night. What I saw in her
eyes inflamed my desires and whetted my hunger even
more.
With her legs spread as they were, the furrow of her
pussy was open, with pink, moist flesh showing. It
looked delicious and I had to taste it. I knelt at her
feet and spread her legs even farther apart, spreading
her labia up so that her wet furrow gaped even wider.
Extending my tongue, I licked a circle around her navel
and then traced a line down to the dark forest of her
pubic fur.
I curled my tongue into a tube and, using it like a
finger, moved it downward, parting a path through the
pubic tresses. When it came to the top of her furrow, I
probed down into it, brushing my tongue lightly across
the firm button of Candy's little man in the boat. Candy
gasped and thrust her hips up to me, pushing her hot
vulva against my mouth. "Ohhh, Daddy!" she murmured.
"Oh, God, I was hoping you would do this. Barbie told me
about your doing it to her, and I nearly came in my
panties from hearing her tell how good it was."
Candy's words excited me even more and I put my whole
mouth into her furrow and licked and slurped up and
down, trying to reach every part of it. I put my hands
under her buttocks and lifted her up so that I could get
to her better. As I moved down to the lower portion of
the gash, I spread her cheeks apart and probed my tongue
even lower. I could see the little crinkled rosebud
nestled in the cleft between her cheeks and I drove my
tongue down to it and licked and caressed it.
She squirmed her hips in response and said, "Oh, Daddy,
that's nasty!" I spread her cheeks apart even wider and
rimmed her harder, probing the tip of my tongue down
into the midst of the little wrinkles. She moved her
hips from side to side and said, "Oh, God, nasty... so
dirty... ummnnnn... oohh... yes... good. Oooooohhhh, I
love it!"
I replaced my tongue with a finger tip, using it to rub
and gently caress Candy's little nether hole. Running my
tongue from there upwards, I came to the opening into
her tight love tunnel. She had become completely aroused
now, and cream was flowing out and covering all her
tender vaginal furrow. I put my mouth right on top of
her opening and spread my lips wide, stretching her
vagina wider.
I sucked on it, drawing out more of her cream, and then
plunged my tongue in as far as I could extend it. I
twisted it around and around, moving it on the vaginal
walls and caressing her interior. Rolling it up into a
hard little tube, I plunged my tongue in and out, giving
her a miniature version of intercourse. That action
coupled with the way my finger played with her little
asshole soon had her breathing fast and moving her hips
up and down.
I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with the thumb of
the hand that was caressing her asshole. Keeping that
hand in motion, moving both my finger tip and thumb
around and in her two lower orifices, I moved my mouth
up and placed it over her clitoris. As my tongue came
out and laved her swollen clitoris, she gasped and
jerked her hips up to my mouth.
I sucked the little nubbin between my lips, and holding
it like that, strummed my tongue over and across the
exposed surface of her hard pleasure knot. She put both
her hands on my head and pressed my face in closer to
her, moaning and muttering, "Ohhhh, yessss... do it...
suck me... yesss... oohhh... I love it... oh, I love
it!"
Candy was soon rocking back and forth on her elbows,
moving her hips against mine in little short thrusts. I
followed each of her motions, never once losing my
contact with her clitoris. I felt trembles and shudders
in her thighs, and her clitoris started little jerking
movements between my lips. Suddenly, her vagina clamped
down on my thumb and squeezed hard. Her buttocks
clenched, the muscles in them becoming hard knots, and
she screamed, "Coming! Oh, God, I'm commiinng,
commmiinnggg!"
I kept licking her clitoris, carrying her all the way
through her orgasm. After a while, she jerked her hips
away from my mouth and whispered, "Please, no more."
I took my mouth away from her and sat up straight,
wanting to see her in the full aftermath of orgasm. She
had her eyes closed, and lay there trembling, a flush
across her face and a red blush covering her breasts and
the area between them. Cream was flowing from her pussy
and moving in a little stream down her furrow to the
cleft between her cheeks. She had come hard and was
still breathing fast, slowly recovering from the intense
pleasure of her clitoral orgasm.
I moved up and sat on the bed beside her and stroked her
hair, softly and tenderly, as she relaxed and came down
from the high she had just experienced. After a little
while, she stopped her labored breathing and opened her
eyes, looking up at me. She reached out a hand and put
in on my thigh, saying, "God, Daddy, that was the first
time anyone has ever done that to me. I see what Barbie
was talking about -- it's good -- really, really good."
She smiled and said, "Oooohh, WAS it good! I don't know
which I like best, that way, or the natural way. I'm
glad we can do both. That way I'm not forced to make a
choice."
Candy sat up on the bed beside me, her hand still on my
thigh, and said, "Now, dear Daddy, it's your turn.
Daddy's little girl is going to do you like you did
her." Reaching out her hand, she wrapped it around my
cock and slowly jacked it up and down, spreading my pre-
come over its entire length.
Then, without letting loose of my cock, she knelt down
in front of me and engulfed half my cock into her mouth.
Clamping her lips tight around my shaft, she applied
suction and used her tongue on the sensitive head and
glans. Reacting to her sudden onslaught of pleasure, I
sucked in my breath and jerked my hips up to her mouth.
From the way she went after my cock, it was obvious that
Candy had natural oral tendencies. She sucked and
slurped on it, moving it in and out her mouth just as
though she were using it as a substitute pussy. I had
gotten so aroused from eating her, from seeing the
rapture of her orgasm, that I was soon trembling and
moaning from the intense pleasure she was giving me.
"Oh, God, baby, that's good. Ummnnnn, I'm getting close,
close."
If anything, she intensified her efforts, taking even
more of my cock into her mouth and slurping and licking
it with even more force. "Oh, Baby, you'd better stop.
If you don't stop, I'm going to come, come right in your
mouth." She looked up at me, her eyes twinkling, and
formed her lips into a smile around my shaft.
Candy continued to look up at me, a smile still on her
lips, and sucked even harder. She put a hand under my
balls and lightly caressed my scrotum. With rapid
motions, she bobbed her head back and forth, moving my
cock in and out of her mouth. The action of her tongue,
the warm wetness of her mouth, and the movement of her
lips up and down my shaft proved too much, and I thrust
my cock toward her hard, driving as much of it into her
mouth as she could take.
"Oh, God, baby," I groaned, shooting a huge spurt of
sperm right on top of her tongue. It was followed by
another then another, and Candy gulped, trying to
swallow the thick sperm gushing out of my cock. Even
though she managed to get most of it, some flowed out
over her lower lip and ran in little streams out each
corner of her mouth. Her chin was soon covered with my
flow and white, thick drops dripped down on the floor. I
fell back on the bed, trembling in the throes of my
orgasm, as Candy continued to suck on my cock and
swallow the mouthful of come I had given her.
After a few moments, I recovered from my orgasm to
realize that Candy was still at work on my cock, licking
it and sucking lightly on it. Responding to that
treatment, it stayed completely rigid, fully erect. I
sat up and put my hands alongside her head and gently
pulled her mouth from off my cock. I lifted her up and
pulled her alongside on the bed. If my cock hadn't
already been hard, it would have gotten that way from
just looking at her.
Her whole mouth was covered with the white, thick
coating of my come, and drops of it still clung to her
chin, hanging down, but not yet falling. She licked her
lips and then, using her fingers, wiped the flow from
her chin and into her mouth. She smiled and said, "This
isn't bad at all. Almost tasteless--kind of like egg
whites." Then, grinning, she said, "In fact, seeing that
it's your come, I have to admit that I kind of like it."
Candy put her hand down to my cock and fondled it,
gently squeezing and rubbing it. Her hand was still wet
from my come and the combined lubrication of my come and
her saliva made the contact very pleasurable. She
grinned at me and said, "In case you're wondering why
I'm paying so much attention to your cock, it's because
I'm trying to keep you good and hard. I've got plans for
your hard cock, plans I think you'll like."
I had a hard time imagining anything I could like better
than what she had just done, and my cock swelled in her
hand at the thought of something even better. "What kind
of plans do you have in mind?" I asked.
Without answering, Candy let go my cock and moved up to
the center of the bed. Getting on all fours, she turned
her ass to me and reached down and pulled her cheeks
apart. I could see all of her sweet ass, from the wet
opening of her pussy all the way up to where the cleft
blended into her back. She turned her head toward me and
then took a finger and put it on her little anus. "Did
you do Barbie here? Did you fuck her right here?"
My cock became as rigid as it was possible to be in
response to her question. If I were interpreting her
question correctly, she was going to ask me to fuck her
in the ass. I had never fucked anyone in the ass, not
even Candy's mother, and it was something I had long
wanted to do. Now, Candy was going to ask me to do it.
Hot and flushed with excitement and lust, I answered,
"No, we didn't do that."
Candy grinned and said, "Good. Then do it to me. Stick
your cock in here and do me here. That way there won't
anything virgin left about me." She put a hand to her
mouth and said, "This is no longer virgin," and moving
the hand down to her pussy, she added, "And this is no
longer virgin for sure." She pushed a finger tip into
her asshole and said, "This is the only virginity I have
left, and I want you to take it, too."
As much as I wanted to fuck Candy in the ass, I wanted
to make sure she knew what she was doing. "It might hurt
you some, Baby," I cautioned her.
"Not if you use K-Y Jelly. One of my girlfriends in
school tells me that she and her boyfriend do it this
way all the time in order to avoid any chance on her
getting pregnant. She says that K-Y Jelly keeps it from
hurting. Go look in the right hand drawer of my bathroom
medicine cabinet and you'll find some."
I went and got the K-Y Jelly and came back into the
bedroom. As I entered I could see that Candy had her
hand in her pussy rubbing her clitoris. She didn't stop
her rubbing when she saw me, and said, "I guess I got a
little impatient."
I squirted K-Y Jelly on my cock and completely coated it
with the slippery cream. Getting up on the bed, I
squirted a blob right on top of Candy's little anus,
covering it completely. Then I squeezed some out on my
index finger, making sure it was covered. Working very
carefully, I pushed my jelly-covered finger into her
little opening, spreading it open and pushing all the
way in. I rotated my finger, coating all the inside of
her ass, making it slippery.
I repeated the action, adding even more lubrication
inside her tight little anal tunnel. She squirmed and
moaned as I performed the preliminary steps, enjoying
having my finger inside her. She looked back at me and
said, "That should be plenty. Now put your cock inside
me. Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. Make me a woman in every
way." My cock jerked in response to her words. She
didn't know it, but she was about to make me a man in
every way.
I pushed my cock up against her little opening and
pressed into her. At first it didn't budge at all, just
rammed against the tightness of her opening. Then I felt
her relax a little and the head went all the way in,
spreading the tight ring of her opening around my shaft.
I paused, giving her a chance to get used to having me
inside ass, and asked, "You okay, sweetheart? Still want
to go on?"
"Oh, yes. You don't have to stop. It doesn't hurt. It
just feels like I need to go the bathroom real bad. Keep
on, get it all the way in me."
I pushed a little more and then all resistance abruptly
stopped. Once I had the head of my cock past her
sphincter, it went in easily. I continued to push in
until my cock was completely inside her, the wiry hair
at the base of my cock crushed against her buttocks. I
had thought her pussy was hot and tight, but it didn't
begin to compare with her ass. It was incredibly tight
and so warm that my cock felt like it was inside a
furnace.
The walls of her anus were smooth against my cock,
different from her vagina in ways that couldn't even be
described, but just as pleasure-giving. She tested her
reflexes by contracting the walls around my cock,
squeezing down on it, and a wave of pleasure swept over
me. Candy's mouth and pussy were sheer delights, but her
ass was at least their equal, if not better. "Ooohh,
Baby," I said, "you have to have the sweetest ass in the
world."
Candy laid her head down and started rocked her ass to
and fro, pulling my cock out and then pushing it back
in. The K-Y Jelly was working perfectly and my cock was
able to move in and out freely. Matching her motions, I
started my own thrusts and withdrawals.
Soon we were moving fast, grinding ourselves against
each other, grunting each time our flesh slapped
together. Leaning down and reaching under her, I put my
hands down to her breasts and fondled them. When I did,
she moved her arms under mine and put her hands in her
pussy, gently rubbing her clitoris in perfect timing
with the motions of my cock as it reamed her sweet,
tight ass.
The interior control she had was amazing. Each time I
pressed my phallus completely within her, she squeezed
down on it, pressing the hot, slick tube of her ass
around it. The ring of her sphincter tightened down on
it at the same time, and the effect was a combination of
stroking and velvet-like massage of my whole shaft.
The total effect -- the action of her ass on my cock,
seeing the rocking and squirming of Candy's perfect,
sweet ass, and the knowledge that we were engaged in the
ultimate act of father-daughter incest -- was becoming
more than my already overloaded senses could bear. The
sensual pressure just built and built, escalating to
where my sperm was almost ready to burst out in a hot
flood.
I speeded up my strokes, driving into her upturned ass
with long, hard strokes. My breath was ragged, almost a
pant, and I gripped her hips and jerked her toward me
with almost brutal force. "Oh, God, baby! Almost there!"
I shouted.
Candy's drove her fingers deep within her pussy,
thrusting them in and out, and I could feel them through
the thin membrane that separated them from my thrusting,
rigid shaft. She muttered, "Yes! Fuck me! Come with me,
fill me up with come. Ohh god, yes, yes, YES!"
Candy's orgasm came on her and her ass muscles clamped
down on my cock, sending wave after wave of shudders
over it. It was too much, and with a hard contraction, a
jet of sperm shot out my jerking cock, shooting up deep
into her belly. She squirmed her ass hard against my
cock and muttered, "Ohhh, I can feel you coming. I can
feel each one of your spurts. Ohh, come, come,
commmeeee...."
Relaxing at last, Candy fell prone, my cock still buried
in her little tunnel. She moaned, her hands still under
her moving in her pussy, still pushed her ass up and
down, alternating pressure between her fingers and my
cock. Her motions slowed gradually, and then she lay
still. Her anus was still completely relaxed, open
around my cock, and as my cock lost its erection, it
gradually came out of her opening and fell between her
ass cheeks.
I rolled off her then, laying on my side, and looked at
her, filled with feelings of love and tenderness. Her
eyes were closed and her face relaxed. A little stream
of saliva ran out of one corner of her mouth, and she
reached her tongue out and captured it. Lifting herself,
she pulled her arms from underneath her and turned
toward me, opening her eyes.
Reaching out her arm, she put her hand, still wet from
being in her pussy, on my shoulder and pulled her face
and against mine and kissed me. It was a soft, slow,
tender kiss, filled with the languor and relaxation of
complete satiation, the afterglow of orgasm that
pleasures and satisfies the entire body.
She broke the kiss and smiled, saying, "Now there's
nothing about me that's non-virgin. I believe I came
harder that way than the others." Her face became more
serious and she said, "Did you ever do that with Momma?"
"No, sweetheart, that was my first time with anyone."
She clutched me to her and said, "That means in a way I
got your virginity." She smiled and moving her lips to
mine, she whispered, "Oh, Daddy, I like that." Our lips
blended together and we kissed for a long time, each
savoring the new relationship we had.
* * * *
By the time Sunday afternoon came, Candy and I explored
every position, every aspect of sexuality I could think
of. By my count, probably not too reliable, I had eleven
orgasms that weekend. I didn't attempt to estimate how
many Candy had, probably four times that number. Just
before she went out to her car to leave for Austin, she
said, "Kiss me good-bye, Daddy. Do it inside here where
people can't see."
We kissed, a deep kiss that wasn't meant for father and
daughter. She broke away and said, "Daddy, I just can't
seem to get enough of you. If I come home next weekend,
can we spend it like we did this one?"
I looked at her and said, "No." She got a surprised,
disappointed look on her face, and I laughed and said,
"It won't be like this weekend, it'll be even better.
Sweetheart, I can hardly wait."
She dimpled up and said, "It's a date then--a Daddy and
Candy date."
When she drove off, I was left with a half-hard. I knew
that our relationship couldn't last, that just like
Barbie, now that she was tuned into her sexuality she
would quickly find a young man to meet all her needs.
Until then, though, I plan to just enjoy my good
fortune.
By the time next weekend comes, my now half-hard cock
will be fully ready, just aching and throbbing to get
back inside my sweet daughter's mouth, pussy, and ass.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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