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Re-Encounter
by RealMemories (leo9ine@yahoo.co.uk)

***

This story contains early preteen incest with adult 
incest to follow. My 9 year old daughter wants to 
'love' me and 10 years later she returns to continue 
our love. (Mg, extreme-ped, inc, 1st, rom)

***

Every man loves his daughter – the apple of his eye! 
And daughters usually love their Daddy – they learn to 
twist you round their little finger at a very early 
age! This is a story about my daughter – in two parts 
separated by a decade or so.

This is (not entirely) a work of fiction.

It deals with love, incest, sexual and non-sexual 
interactions between teens and adults. 

This story has graphic descriptions of sexual acts.

If that kind of thing offends you then don't read it.

If you're under-age then you shouldn't be reading this 
either – but I don't suppose that'll stop you!

Don't say that you haven't been warned.

I've obviously changed names, times and places to 
protect the not-so-innocent but what happened is 
mainly true – it certainly starts and ends that way. 
In between there is a certain amount of fiction 
(although not all that much) but I'll leave you, the 
reader, to decide which parts are which.

I've added conversation because I'm not one of those 
people who remember such things in detail years later. 
Oh yes – some I have remembered but mainly those 
memories are indistinct – just certain phrases that 
have clung to me – and so, by adding new words (which 
I believe are suitable) I hope to have improved my 
story. Hopefully too, the words that I've added were 
the words that we'd probably have said at the time. 

My Daughter 
 
My wife and I migrated to Australia back in 1967 and 
we initially settled in Brisbane. We'd only been 
married for a week before we caught the boat to 
Australia, so although we'd enjoyed one another 
sexually; socially, we hardly really knew each other. 
True – we'd been together and had been having sex for 
about a year, but we'd only just got past the point of 
getting our families to meet. Everything was rushed 
and haphazard as we migrated – I was actually quite 
surprised that we managed to get our emigration 
organised. And we were still getting to know each 
other when we were hustled onto the boat to Australia.
 
My sweet little daughter Sandy was born late in 1968 
in Brisbane in Australia. She was a nicely 
proportioned, attractive and healthy baby and as she 
grew up into a toddler, she was tall and active for 
her age – and both my wife and I were very proud of 
her. Well – isn't every parent proud of their 
offspring? But Sharon was wonderful – she was slim and 
pretty and blond... and what more can I say? Being a 
girl she was naturally drawn to the male side of the 
family and even as a baby, I was obviously her 
favourite parent. Perhaps that sowed the seeds of hate 
that eventually grew between my wife and me.

At the time that this story begins, we'd moved up to 
Mackay in Northern Queensland – into the tropics, 
where I was to take over a vast sales territory. I 
need hardly add that it was warm up there – and I mean 
warm! Daytime temperatures were normally somewhere 
between 25OC and 35OC all the year round and it would 
only fall to perhaps 20OC or so most nights. Our 
clothing tended to be very minimal indeed – if 
anything, clothes were worn for decency and to keep 
the heat out, not in.

As the years passed, my wife and I found that we were 
actually two totally different people – not really a 
couple at all. Increasingly we found ourselves to be 
at loggerheads and I began to find excuses for not 
coming home. I engineered extended sales trips that 
kept me away for up to six weeks at a time. Then I'd 
come home – spend the weekend sorting out all my 
paperwork, laundry and post – have a good row or two 
and then I'd be off again. My office room soon became 
my bedroom too – the guest bed was now mine. But much 
as I didn't miss my wife, I certainly missed seeing my 
daughter growing up – and she obviously missed me.

The years rolled on... life continued and my visits 
home remained an occasional thing. I put up with the 
'inaction' in the bedroom and accepted the pleasure of 
being with my daughter when I came home. I'd managed 
to find an adequate supply of sex while out and about 
– but believe it or not, I'd rather have stayed at 
home and loved my wife. But she was gradually wiping 
me out of her life – I was only there to produce 
income and run the home. Oh well – that's how things 
go sometimes. 

Every time that I came home it seemed that Sharon had 
grown another couple of inches – she was going to be a 
tall lady – hopefully she'd have a suitable figure to 
match when she grew up. And it seemed that the more my 
wife and I fell out, the closer my daughter and I 
became. We certainly seemed to get on well – I don't 
mean anything sexual (up until this point) – I mean 
that we could talk and laugh together; read books 
together; go for walks together; play on the beach 
together – we even had the same interests; science, 
nature and wildlife, and we simply got on well 
together. 

Sharon continued to grow healthily and steadily and 
soon she was starting to become a properly female 
person. So, at the age of around nine or ten she was 
developing nicely into a very peasant young lady – an 
absolute darling to be with. But, despite her 
innocence, she was a temptress and, although it was 
never intended, sex eventually reared its (ugly?) 
head!
 
Sandy liked nothing more than to be allowed to sit on 
my lap – even though we'd eventually get all hot and 
sweaty. Just to be close together was lovely. And one 
Saturday I found that my poor frustrated cock thought 
it was lovely too. My wife had gone out shopping with 
some friends. Afterwards they were off to the local 
pool, so they were making a day of it – probably to 
keep away from me – not that I really cared any more. 

Once we were on our own, we settled down on the sofa 
so that she could watch some kids' program on TV. The 
sofa was one of those deep soft comfortable types – 
the kind you sort of sink into. As usual, Sandy jumped 
onto my lap and leaned back against my chest. She 
squirmed around and I could feel her little cushiony 
ass squashing and rubbing against my groin. Before I 
knew it, my somewhat neglected cock started to fill 
out. Under those circumstances you can't do much about 
it – a cock has a mind of its own and my (almost) 8 
inch penis had every intention of keeping us company. 

From the way Sandy had sat on me, my cock had started 
off pointing down my leg and was therefore more or 
less between her legs as she sat fairly high up on my 
lap. As it became more aroused it began pushing at my 
shorts (those with a kind of built-in 'safety net' 
about all I wore during Australian summers) and I 
could feel it nudging against Sandy's leg. All this 
happened in moments. And at this point, purely by 
chance, Sandy put her hands down between her legs to 
push herself further upwards and to get comfy on my 
lap – and one hand landed straight on my cock. If it 
wasn't erect before – it certainly was now! And under 
those conditions, there aren't too many ways to get a 
cock to go down again.

Sandy didn't remove her hand but instead she turned 
her head and looked me in the face. 

"What's that, Daddy?" she asked and as she did so she 
turned her hand and closed her fingers round the shaft 
of my cock. What could I say? 

"That's my penis," I told her. (We didn't use silly 
baby words with Sandy.) 

"What's it doing there?" asked Sandy. Aaah! Don't kids 
ask stupid, awkward questions? Try to be honest – even 
babies understand quite a lot. 

"What do you mean – what's it doing there? It's always 
there – it lives there." 

"Yes," said Sandy, giggling, "I know that, silly. What 
I mean is that it's awfully big today. What's it doing 
sticking up? And why is it so big?" No way out. 

"Well, when you sat on my lap, it got excited and when 
it gets excited it gets bigger," I tried to explain. 
"Why does your penis get bigger?" she pestered. 

"So that I can make babies," I said, without thinking. 
'Oh fuck – what have I said?' I silently thought. "How 
do you do that?" she asked...and then went on, "Oh I 
know, you have to put it inside Mummy when you go to 
bed at night, don't you?"

But before I could answer she continued, "But you 
don't go to bed with Mummy do you? Cor, I bet your 
penis gets lonely." Her hand continued to hold my cock 
which had now extended its length down the leg of my 
shorts. "Oh, poor penis," she said and started to run 
her hand up and down my length. "No, no, don't do 
that," I said, panicking, "please don't." I could feel 
my pre-cum climbing up my cock – it was going to be 
all wet and slippery soon and if she carried on it 
would be a whole lot wetter!

Sandy wriggled from her position between my legs and 
turned around until she was sitting just in front of 
me and facing me. Her legs were spread out over my 
thighs and I was now the recipient of a full-on view 
of my daughter's panties spread tight across her 
little vagina. Now she was almost looking up the leg 
of my shorts and if my view wasn't erotic enough, what 
she did next certainly was. She put a hand up inside 
the leg and grasped my cock – I almost came on the 
spot. 

"Daddy, it's all hot," she said, "Let me see it." 

"No sweetie, you shouldn't..." I started, but I was 
too late.

Quickly and before I could object she'd used both 
hands to hold my cock and at the same time push the 
leg of my shorts up. My knob and about half the shaft 
were exposed to her gaze. 

"Wow, that looks really big," she said, "how does it 
make babies?" I just knew that question was coming! 

Nothing like plunging in at the deep end. 

"After I've put it inside Mummy, I have to squirt some 
stuff inside her," I said. 

"What stuff?" she asked. 

"Stuff called sperm – and it comes from my balls and 
out of my penis and into your Mummy," I replied 
trusting that Sandy would a) understand what I was 
telling her and b) not say anything to my wife. "But 
Mummy says that she doesn't want any more babies from 
you, so I bet your penis has got lots of stuff in it." 
'Bloody right it has,' I thought! 

All the time she was questioning me, her hands were 
busy on my cock – exploring. I didn't want to stop her 
even though I should because she was getting some 
first-hand sex education – and because my cock was 
enjoying it. Her fingers were teasing my cock – 
running over the knob and around the sensitive rim. 
And for those of you readers with a cock – you should 
know that once aroused, a cock is in control of you. 

"Why is your penis getting all wet?" she asked and I 
looked down to see beads of pre-cum slithering from my 
cock. "Is that what makes babies?" 

"No," I replied, blushing, "That's just to make it 
slippery. And I call it my cock rather than my penis – 
penis is a rather formal word." Her fingers caught a 
bubble of pre-cum and spread it over my knob. "Gosh, 
that really makes my fingers slippery. Isn't your 
penis - I mean your cock, all smooth?" Her fingers 
were now rubbing my ever-increasing drips of pre-cum 
over my knob and down the stem of my cock. 

"When it's all slippery and smooth you can put it 
inside Mummy easier, can't you?" asked Sandy. 

I nodded silently, not trusting my voice to be cool 
and normal. I could feel my cock throbbing with 
excitement and I was starting to breathe deeply and 
raggedly. There was silence for a few moments as her 
hands slowly caressed my cock. 

"You like me doing that, don't you?" she asked and in 
a kind of daze I nodded my head gently. "Daddy, I 
can't hold it properly – take your shorts off, 
please," she said and she reached forward and started 
to undo my waistband and zip. 

In seconds she had my zip down and her hand inside my 
shorts. She grabbed my cock from above and pulled it 
up. I had to (well, I shouldn't have done – but I did) 
lift my ass up to let my shorts slide down further – 
this was getting to be too nice to worry about morals. 
She climbed off my legs and pulled my shorts right 
down my legs and pulled them off. Then she sat back 
where she had been before and now Sandy had total 
access to my throbbing, leaking cock. She moved around 
until she could use both hands to play with it and, 
without being told how, she had started to move her 
hands up and down the shaft – she was wanking me – 
tossing me off. Thankfully I still had my foreskin 
which was allowing (encouraging) Sandy to play with my 
cock to the best effect.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said as I watched her, 
"we'll get into lots of trouble if Mummy finds out." 

"Well she's not here and I won't tell her," said Sandy 
seriously, "Anyway, if Mummy doesn't want your cock, 
then I do. I want to play with it lots of times. 'Cos 
I like it and so do you." Oops – where was this 
leading? Her hands kept working on me – I couldn't 
have stopped her if I'd tried.

"Let me see that stuff that you squirt into Mummy," 
Sandy said. 

"I can't," I said, "it wouldn't be right." 

"Yes it would. I'm a lady too – show me," said Sandy 
firmly, "How do you make it go into Mummy?" Resigning 
myself to the inevitable I told her. 

"I have to push my cock in and out of Mummy lots of 
times until it becomes really excited and then the 
stuff shoots out from the little hole." 

"I wanna see it," said Sandy, "show me, Daddy, please 
Daddy!" Her grip on my cock had tightened now and she 
was doing an excellent job of bringing me off. If she 
carried on, I was going to show her whether I liked it 
or not! My cock was now so much in charge that I could 
only let nature take its course. Oh well - one day 
Sandy was obviously going to find out – if not from me 
then from someone else. 'Here we go', I thought.

"Just rub your hand up and down like you're doing now 
but a bit faster. Then don't stop or let go until I 
tell you – ok?" 

"Yes Daddy, like this," she asked. 

"Oh God, yes, like that," I groaned, "oooh, keep 
going." Incest or under-age sex – my cock wasn't going 
to miss out on this, whatever my brain thought. 

"Sandy darling, you're going to make me shoot my stuff 
soon," I said, "I can feel it coming." 

"Has it got to come out inside a lady?" she asked. 'I 
wish it was in a lady,' I said under my breath. 

"No sweetheart; anywhere will do – just keep rubbing 
me like that. Oh yes, it's coming – it's coming - any 
moment now!"

Those familiar spasms of impending orgasm began to 
shudder through me – I could feel my cock stiffen more 
and my hips jerked upwards. 

"Ooh Sandy – I'm coming!" I grunted. As Sandy 
continued to rub my cock, my orgasm arrived and the 
first jet of spunk shot from my cock right out across 
her legs. 

"Eeerrr Daddy – it's all wet – and it's smelly!" she 
cried at once, but she didn't let go of my cock – nor 
did she stop rubbing me. My second jet of sperm shot 
all over my leg and up her arm – the third squirted 
over her leg again as did the next and then the lesser 
jets and dribbles spread over her hand and the top of 
my leg.

"Wow," breathed Sandy excitedly, "I didn't know it 
would do that. That was good!" 

"Well, that was a man's orgasm or cum," I explained. 
"When a man puts his cock inside a woman and gets 
excited, that's what happens and that stuff is what 
makes babies. Now, be a darling – pass me that box of 
tissues so that I can clean this mess up." With a 
handful of tissues I wiped Sandy's leg, arm and hands 
and then cleaned myself up. My cock, which was still 
more or less erect, was still dribbling the last of my 
sperm – Sandy reached out and removed the last drip 
with her fingers. She rubbed them together. 

"Isn't it really slippery? And it's a bit smelly too 
but I like the smell – it makes me think of the sea." 
She moved her fingers to her mouth and licked gently 
at the coating of spunk. 

"Tastes salty too – just like seawater!" she laughed. 
"That's nice." 

Then she looked me straight in the eye. "Daddy, can we 
do that again please? I won't tell Mummy ever, not 
ever. Please, please?" She reached out and grasped my 
cock which had lost very little of its stiffness. Her 
hand started to wank me again but I stopped her. 

"I can't yet – I need time to recover," I said without 
thinking. Oh no – I didn't mean to say that! "Sandy 
darling, we shouldn't have done it at all and if 
anyone found out I'd be in a lot of trouble. I'd love 
to do it again, but the law says that we mustn't. So 
the answer is 'no' whether you like it or not." 

"Well, can we do it again another time?" she 
persisted. 

"No, Sandy, we mustn't. Rules are rules." 

"Well, I think the rules are silly then," pouted 
Sandy. "I liked doing it to you and you liked it too, 
so why not." 

"It's not that I didn't like it," I answered, "I loved 
you doing that to me but...oh, who knows – one day, 
perhaps – but right now we'd better get cleaned and 
tidied up and I don't know about you, but I could do 
with a drink and a bite to eat." 

"Daddy, I promise that I'm going to do that to you 
again, so there!" said Sandy determinedly. I laughed. 

"Thanks for your support darling – I'm glad someone 
wants me," I said as I lifted her off my lap; stood up 
and adjusted my clothes, "now come on – let's get some 
grub."

Eventually my wife came home from her outing – well 
laden with goodies for herself and Sandy and bugger 
all for me as usual. She started griping at me almost 
at once and eventually I went outside and began 
cleaning the car. Sandy came out and hugged me. 

"I still love you Daddy, even if Mummy doesn't." 

"Thanks sweetie – and I love you too." 

"Don't forget my promise," said Sandy as she bounced 
back indoors. My cock began to stiffen with the 
memories and I busied myself with the car to clear my 
mind.

Now that Sandy had tasted the forbidden fruit she was 
eager to continue. If I sat on the settee, Sandy would 
almost always come and sit on my lap – and now she 
knew damn well what she was doing as she wriggled her 
ass around. My self-control was strained to the limit 
– but there was no way that I could let anything 
happen while my wife was at home. 

Even when I had a shower, as likely as not I'd find 
Sandy pulling back the curtain and reaching in to 
grasp my cock. More than once I almost jumped out of 
my skin as her dainty hand touched me. Actually, all 
she had to do was to just stand there looking at me 
and my cock would rise spontaneously. And I never 
realised that my cock could become erect so quickly! 
But my missus seldom chose to be absent when I was 
home – I think she liked to be there to moan at me. 

Finally however, the day came when I was at home and 
when my wife went off for the day with some friends 
and left Sandy in my care. They flew up to Cairns for 
a luxuriously pampered day out at a Barrier Reef hotel 
so we were definitely alone until I had to pick her up 
from the airport at about 10 that evening. Peace at 
last!

No sooner had we got home from dropping her off at the 
airport than Sandy jumped up into my arms; her legs 
wrapped round my waist. 

"Daddy, we've just gotta do what we did again. I want 
to make you make that stuff again from your penis. 
Please Daddy? Pretty please!" she said as she hugged 
my neck and kissed me. Well, I suppose that once 
you've done it once, you've hooked, but I tried to 
squirm away from the idea. "Sandy, I've got lots to 
do. I'm off on another trip on Monday so I've got all 
my paperwork to sort out and..." 

"Oh but Daddy, that's not fair. First time that I get 
you all to myself and you're trying to get out of it." 
She slid down but continued to hold me – now her arms 
were around my hips. Her chest with her little half-
formed breasts pushed and rubbed against my cock – and 
she must have realised the effect that she was liable 
to have. 

"Please Daddy, let me. Daddy, I want your pe... cock 
to get big today. Please Daddy, let me make it get 
big," she asked as she squeezed me harder. 

"No you can't darling. Come on Sandy, I've got things 
to do," I said, but as I did so I could feel my cock 
starting to stiffen - again.

Sandy must have felt it too because she started to rub 
herself more sensuously against me. 

"Daddy, your cock IS getting bigger. Is it getting 
excited? Please daddy, let me play with it again?" 
Despite myself, my cock was now almost completely 
erect – I could feel the blood pulsing through it. 'Oh 
fuck,' I thought, 'how can I get out of this?' I 
turned to the sink and started to wash some left-over 
breakfast bowls to try to take my mind off the 
subject.

Sandy solved my problem. She moved away, then came and 
stood behind me. Then, before I could think to do 
anything – or even had time to react (my hands were 
wet), she had reached round; unclasped my shorts and 
had run the zip down. My shorts fell to my ankles and 
suddenly I was standing in the kitchen with my shorts 
around my feet; with a hard-on pointing towards the 
ceiling and with my daughter right behind me. And as 
my shorts fell down she grabbed my cock; held on tight 
and moved beside me. 

"Now will you let me play with you?" asked Sandy. 
"I'll never speak to you again if you don't let me." 
She put on her 'serious' face and she'd won – there 
was no way that my cock was going to let me back down. 

"Oh, ok then," I sighed in mock resignation as I dried 
my hands, "Not here - let's go in the bedroom." 

Sandy was there before I was – bouncing on my double 
bed in eager anticipation. I'd let my shorts fall 
right off – now I was naked with my very stiff cock 
swaying before me. I lay down on the bed. 

"Alright sweetheart, I'm all yours," I said, "You do 
what you want to do." Sandy settled herself sideways 
across the bed and rested on her elbows with her head 
near to my groin. She reached out and took hold of my 
shaft. It twitched and throbbed in her hand. She held 
it and smoothed it for a while and then pulled back my 
foreskin to expose the plum-coloured knob. 

A little drop of precum formed at the tip. Sandy moved 
her thumb over the little bubble and spread the fluid 
over my knob. More precum appeared as she stimulated 
me. Sandy moved her hand and held my cock upright so 
that the little dribble of fluid ran down the knob and 
onto her hand. She started to masturbate me, gently 
moving her hand up and down my shaft.

Sandy was a picture of concentration – her eyes were 
fixed and the tip of her tongue protruded from her 
lips. 

"Is that nice?" she asked. 

"Of course it is, darling," I answered, "Just hold me 
a bit tighter and keep doing what you're doing."

"Are you going to make that white stuff again? You 
know – sperm." 

"I will if you keep doing that," I breathed. "Oh good, 
then I can watch better this time, 'cos now I know 
what'll happen." Sandy still lay with her head not 
more than a foot from my cock. As she wanked me she 
pulled my cock towards her. 

"Can I kiss your cock?" she asked. 

"That's up to you." 

"Well, I want to," she said and, leaning forward, she 
planted a big wet kiss on the end of my knob. A spasm 
of lust shot through me and my whole body jerked.

"That's 'cos I love you," she said, "and this one is 
'cos I love your cock." She leaned forward and kissed 
my cock again. But this time she stuck out her tongue 
and licked my shaft too – it throbbed and another 
trickle of precum ran down my cock. Sandy stuck her 
tongue into the fluid. 

"Ooh, I like that Daddy," she said, "It doesn't taste 
of much but it tastes nice and feels different. Daddy, 
doing that makes me feel funny too!" 

"What do you mean?" I asked without thinking. 

"Well, I've gone all squirmy inside. When I licked you 
my tummy felt strange and I'm all sort of wriggly down 
there." She put one hand down between her legs. 

"I think that it's just your body getting excited 
too," I suggested. 

"Yes," she said, "My thingy feels just like it does 
when I rub it with my hand. And it feels as if it's 
all wet!" 

She was squirming around on the bed now. "Can I take 
off my clothes too, Daddy? Please?"

"If you want to," I said, knowing that she'd get her 
own way eventually. Her exploration had all the signs 
of turning into a full-blown sex romp! Sandy stood up 
and in moments she was as bare naked as I was. She 
spread her legs apart and put her hand down. 

"I was right, Daddy," my thingy is all wet. And it 
feels weird and tingly – like if I rub it something 
will happen inside me!" 

"Well, I can't tell you exactly what will happen but 
if you do keep rubbing yourself when you're excited, 
you'll have what's called an orgasm," I explained. 
"That's when your body will feel all strange and 
shivery and nice – but only ladies have those." 

"I know – you don't have an or... or-orgasm – you have 
a cum," she said with a big smile of realisation and 
understanding. 

"That's right Darling, clever girl. Oh, by the way, 
since you're being very grown up, your 'thingy' is 
also called your pussy, which is a much nicer word, 
isn't it?"

"Pussy? That's a much better word," said Sandy, "Now 
I'm going to play with your cock again and I'll make 
you have a cum and I'll rub myself too." My cock, 
which had begun to droop a bit now stiffened 
immediately and awaited Sandy's attention again. Now 
she repositioned herself so that she was sitting 
astride one of my thighs as she rubbed me. Her other 
hand went to her pussy – then I felt her begin to rub 
herself against my leg. 

"Ooh Daddy," she groaned after a little while, "Your 
leg feels better than my finger – Ooh, yes, it's 
making me feel all funny inside." Her hand squeezed my 
cock tighter but continued to work on me and now she 
was starting to bring me to the boil.

"I'll be making my sperm soon, Sandy – I'll be cumming 
if you keep doing that," I panted. 

"Ooh yes Daddy – make your sperm cum," said Sandy as 
she continued to toss me off. 

"Oh I will, Sandy, I will. Ooooh yes, that's lovely, I 
can feel it cumming. Won't be long now!" As I warned 
her, Sandy leaned forward and I could feel her little 
cunt rubbing even harder against my thigh. Suddenly 
her head dipped to my cock and she slipped my knob 
into her wet and sexy little mouth. For a few moments 
all was still – then it all happened at once. Sandy 
gasped as she orgasmed; her hips began jerking wildly 
on my leg; my cock slipped right into her mouth – and 
then out again - and at the same moment my sperm 
erupted. 

The first blast of sperm shot right into her almost 
open mouth – but she didn't stop wanking me. The 
second shot squirted up and over her shoulder. She 
moved and sat more upright and the third jet hit her 
chest - the following lesser squirts dribbled down my 
cock and over her hand. 

Sandy collapsed across my body; the strands of sticky 
white sperm squishing between us. She lay there 
twitching and panting for a few minutes. Then she sat 
back up. She was a sight!!! Her mouth and chin were 
well smeared with spunk and the jet that had hit her 
body had spread across her chest and had slithered 
down to pool where her pussy met my thigh. I looked 
there and I could see that her little rosy lips were 
spread apart and were all wet – and it wasn't just 
sperm – it was her own juices too. 

"Oh Dad, I didn't know it could feel like that. That 
was super – it really was. I felt all hot and shaky 
and lovely. Oh I love you Daddy!" She squirmed up the 
bed and lay beside me, with one leg over my waist and 
her head on my shoulder. I kissed her lips and tasted 
my own spunk. For a few moments Sandy stirred herself. 

"Daddy," she crooned, "I sucked your cock and you 
squirted stuff in my mouth – and it was suuuuper!" 
Gently I kissed her then licked the remaining spunk 
off her face and then we both fell asleep – arm-in-arm 
and naked. Thank heavens that my wife was definitely 
away!

When we woke up, the first thing that we did (and 
needed!) was to have a shower – together! Oh – and a 
piss. She watched while I peed – fascinated but not 
awe-struck. While we were showering I explained what I 
could about what had happened to her body as well as 
mine – I tried to explain about orgasms and cumming. I 
showed her where her clitoris was and rubbed it for 
her until she orgasmed again and nearly collapsed. 
Then she washed my cock and balls – and kissed my cock 
again. Fatal mistake – because now I had another 
erection fit to burst! 

"I want to do it again," said Sandy, and whatever I 
might have thought, my cock agreed wholeheartedly! 

"Come on Daddy, come back on the bed." Since it was 
still only lunchtime I knew that we had more than 
enough time to play. And, since we were still both 
naked, it seemed too good an idea to turn down! 

Once again I lay down but this time Sandy sat across 
me and straddled my legs. Wrapping both hands round my 
cock she started to wank me off enthusiastically. 

"Hey – slow down!" I pleaded, "You want to enjoy it 
too, don't you. Do you want to have another orgasm?" 

"Ooh yes Daddy! How?" she asked. I reached down and 
slid a finger between the lips of her pussy – she was 
moist already. Gently I rubbed back and forward until 
I began to feel her wetness. I spread it around and 
wetted her clitoris which I began to rub slowly and 
gently. Sandy's eyes shut; her hands moved more slowly 
on my cock and her hips began to surge backward and 
forward as her pleasure grew. 

Slowly her movements became more jerky and abrupt and 
I increased the pressure and speed of my movements on 
her clitoris. Her whole cunt was now awash with her 
juices and suddenly she was gasping and crying out in 
ecstasy. 

"Oh! Oh, yes! Oh yes – that feels lovely! Ooooh Daddy 
– what are you doing to me? Oooh, I love it!" Her hips 
pushed forward – and I took the moment to push my 
finger gently inside her hole. Her body responded by 
pushing her sopping cunt at my finger. I worked it in 
and out for a while, feeling her cunt muscles 
squeezing my finger. She continued to groan and cry 
out as wave after wave of pleasure shook her. I moved 
again and twiddled around at her clitoris once more. 

"Aaaahh! Ooooh! Oh Daddy! Ooh, just there! Oh, don't 
stop!" she cried as her body thrashed around above me. 

Eventually I took pity on her and slowed my movements 
until my finger was just resting between her lips. 

"Ooh, that was so good Daddy. I think I had three 
orgasms," she panted, "But I haven't done anything for 
you." What a considerate child! Her hands once again 
began to work on my slightly neglected cock. 

"Daddy," said Sandy after a while, "you know that you 
used to put your cock inside Mummy. Well, it wouldn't 
fit inside me, would it?" Her question took me aback 
somewhat although I suppose that I should have 
expected it to come eventually. 

"Well, no, probably not although I don't really know. 
A grown woman is designed to take a man's cock inside 
her but you're not fully grown yet," I said, "I'd 
probably hurt you because you're not big enough yet." 

"Can I try?" she asked. "I want to feel what it's like 
and anyway, it might fit." 

"No, it won't," I said firmly, "don't be silly." 

"Well I'm going to hold your cock next to my pussy and 
if it goes in then it does – so there." 

"Well, be careful," I warned her.

Sandy, still sitting astride my legs, wriggled around 
and pulled my cock down and between her legs until the 
tip met with her pussy. She rubbed it against her cunt 
and I could feel the lubrication spreading over my 
knob. 

"Oh, that feels nice," she said after working at her 
cunt for a while, "but it's awkward." She considered 
the matter and then came to a decision. She knelt up 
and moved until she was on her knees astride my hips 
and took hold of my cock again. By holding it pointing 
upwards it slotted neatly between her lips and she 
moved my cock back and forward again, while lowering 
her little pussy onto the end of my cock. 

Our combined lubrications coated my knob – I knew 
without looking because my knob was slithering around 
near the entrance to her cunt. Every so often she 
rubbed my cock over her clitoris and each time she did 
her hips shook and thrust her body at my cock. Her 
movements were become more erratic and frantic and 
slowly I too was nearing my peak.

"Daddy, I'm going to have an organ... orgasm! I can 
feel something funny happening. Just like before – oh 
yes, it's happening! Ooh, I'm cumming Daddy, I'm 
cumming." Such was her excitement that it set me off. 

"Oh Sandy sweetheart, I'm cumming too. Any moment now! 
Oh yes – I can't stop now!" As we both reached our 
orgasms, Sandy sank down on my cock and I felt the 
whole of my knob being engulfed inside her pulsating 
cunt. 

"Ooh, here it cums!" I grunted as my first jet of 
spunk rocketed out from my cock. Sandy screamed with 
excitement and emotion – her hips were shuddering; her 
cunt was creaming – and I was cumming too! 

"Sandy – I'm cumming inside you darling!" I said, 
feeling another spasm. "Oh, and again," I said as the 
next jet fired off. "Oh yes," I groaned as the 
remainder of my sperm pumped out into her pussy. 
Sandy's eyes were wide open one moment – tight closed 
the next – as each orgasmic shudder overtook her. She 
was experiencing sensory overload – she was off in her 
own world! 

Slowly she calmed and slowly she collapsed upon my 
chest – her warm wet flesh still encasing my cock. I 
hadn't taken her cherry or virginity, that was 
obvious, but she'd been able to enjoy the feeling of 
the feeling of a cock inside her pussy; of sperm being 
pumped inside her and she'd had a bloody good orgasm 
too. No wonder she was now asleep on my chest. 
Eventually I too must have fallen asleep – again! 

When we awoke, we were in exactly the same position 
but now our groins were sticky with the slowly drying 
remains of our juices. My cock was still in place as 
Sandy lifted her head and we kissed. 

"Oh Daddy, Daddy, that was wonderful. Why can't I be 
grown-up? I want you all for myself!" As she spoke her 
cunt began to squeeze my knob – I could feel her 
muscles milking my cock. I just couldn't help it – my 
cock started to become erect once more. 

"Stop it Darling," I groaned, "I'm worn out," but my 
cock had other ideas! 

"Oh Daddy, do it again!" pleaded Sandy, "I want you to 
do it again. That was fantastic – it was so exciting. 
I've never felt so good before. I want it again!" Her 
hips began to move up and down on my cock, pushing my 
cock further and further inside her. She was fucking 
me as if her cunt had been doing it all her life.

I lay there, with Sandy lying on my chest, feeling her 
working on me. My cock was rigid again despite having 
just cum and I couldn't help but push my cock back at 
her cunt. 

"Oh Daddy – keep doing that! Don't stop – I can feel 
it happening again! Oh wow! It's happening! Oooooo! 
I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" And she was off again on 
another an orgasmic sleigh ride! Bouncing along from 
one orgasm to the next – she was apparently one of 
those girls who could orgasm continually – a real 
goer! 

With my earlier load of sperm and all her lubrication, 
my cock was sliding in and out of her hole with 
comparative ease. I could feel that I had perhaps a 
couple of inches inside her but then I was meeting a 
barrier – her cherry – her maidenhead – her hymen. But 
Sandy was now thrusting back and forward and seemed to 
be pushing her cunt at my cock harder and harder. 

"Daddy, I want to get all of you inside me," she cried 
as she pushed and squirmed. "It's not fair – I want 
you all in me." 

"Sandy, it's going to hurt you if you keep doing 
that," I said, as my knob bumped against her hymen 
again. 

"It can't hurt that much," she said, gritting her 
teeth and shoving her cunt down hard on my cock, "I'm 
gonna make you get inside me properly." And with that 
she gave a final thrust of her hips. Suddenly I felt 
her hymen tear – she gasped – and my cock sank deep 
within her body. 

"Ow! Ow!" she cried, "Oh Daddy – I did it! And it 
didn't really hurt – just a bit. And now I'm grown up 
and I've got all of you inside me. Wowee!" The action 
of sinking right into her was too much for me. Nothing 
so erotic had ever happened to my cock and hardly had 
I reached the depth of her cunt than my cock began 
erupting – pumping out my second load of sperm – right 
up against her cervix. Sandy had no chance to reach an 
orgasm but I could feel her little cunt squeezing the 
spunk from my cock. 

"Oh Darling, I'm sorry," I said, "But perhaps it's 
just as well that I came so soon otherwise you might 
be very sore tomorrow." 

"Oh I'm happy anyway Daddy," beamed Sandy, "Daddy, 
you've put you cock right up inside me and you've cum 
inside me so I'm your lover now, aren't I?" 

"You're always my lover, my little Darling, always and 
forever. Now come on – much as you might like to, 
we've got to clean up. Stay where you are until I can 
reach those tissues. We don't want to leave any traces 
for Mummy to find, do we?" 

"No way," said Sandy, beaming happily as she lifted 
her body and let my now flaccid cock slide from her 
hole, "you're mine now – not hers!"

Sandy was sore for a day or so but she was wise enough 
not to say anything to her mother – instead she told 
me. 

"It hurts a bit inside, so I can't rub it better. But 
if I rub it on the outside it makes me feel all hot 
and nice, so that's what I do. Will it hurt next time 
we do it?" 

"There mustn't be a next time", I said, "I've been 
very naughty and shouldn't have done it a first time. 
But the next time that you have sex ('cos that's what 
they call it) it shouldn't hurt." 

"Well, we've got to do it again, 'cos that was just 
practicing and next time I want it to be even better." 

"You're becoming a sex maniac," I said laughing, 
"You're getting to want sex all the time!" 

"I don't care if I am," she said, "so long as a sex 
maniac has lots of fun like we've had!"

***

Months passed again before Sandy had me alone again 
for more than a few hours. I could tell that she was 
waiting eagerly. It was obvious that it was all she 
could do to not ask my wife/her mum if she was going 
away for the day again! "I don't know what's come over 
your daughter," my wife said to me one day, "she's 
acting so grown-up lately. I think she wants me out of 
the way so that she can look after you for a day. I 
suppose it's nice to think of her learning some 
manners and good behaviour!" 

"She's growing up quickly," I commented, "boyfriends 
next!" 

"Heavens forbid!" said my wife in some horror, "well, 
you'll have to give her the birds-and-the-bees talk, 
because I couldn't." 

'No', I thought, 'you couldn't – you cold useless 
bitch.' 

"Well," said my wife, "She can have her way. Since its 
coming up half-term and you'll be here to look after 
her, I've booked a few days out with Kim and Sue. 
We've arranged a two-day outing on Magnetic Island 
just off Townsville – at the Health and Beauty Spa. So 
while she does her little 'madam' thing and you do 
your bloody paperwork, I can be pampered and the pair 
of you can look after yourselves for a couple of 
days." 

"No problems," I said, and under my breath I mouthed 
'and good riddance!'

A few days later the taxi came and picked her up 
around 8 am to take her to the airport. I knew that 
she'd be gone until at least 9 the following evening – 
quite apart from being a plane ride and some 150 miles 
away - once she was on the island there were only a 
limited number of return boat trips. Anyway, she 
wouldn't miss out on two days of luxury by coming home 
early! Sandy, being her, was still in bed and we'd 
left her in peace while her mother had left. Because 
of my days off, I was able to devote my time to her – 
so paperwork wasn't at the top of my agenda for a 
change. 

Once peace reigned (this was now around 8.20 am) I 
peeped into Sandy's room, expecting to find her fast 
asleep. But instead an incredibly erotic scene met me. 
Sandy was lying on her bed with the sheet thrown back; 
her legs apart and facing me; her knickers off and her 
fingers busy at her pussy! As I looked at her, her 
hips lifted from the mattress and jerked wildly as she 
panted and orgasmed.

"Ooh Daddy," she groaned; her fingers still moving on 
her clitoris, "I've just had a lovely thingy – you 
know...organism – no, orgasm – it made me shiver all 
over for ages. I'm getting good at doing that! And I'm 
gonna have another one! Ooh yes, here it comes – here 
it is – oh – oh – ooooh! Ooh Daddy!" Now I could hear 
her fingers squishing in her liquid cunt and the smell 
of hot sexy pussy was heavy in the air. My cock 
responded in seconds – pushing the material of my 
shorts out obscenely. Eventually, as I stood and 
watched, Sandy unwound and relaxed. "I've made the bed 
all wet," she said as she sat up. 

"Sometimes when I have an orgasm I squirt water from 
down there. But it isn't water and it isn't wee 'cos 
it doesn't taste or feel like it. I call it my pussy 
juice!" 

"As good a name as any – but only in private," I 
warned her. "Don't be silly," she said, "I know." 

Sandy jumped up on the bed and held out her arms to 
me. I leaned towards her and she jumped at me – her 
legs wrapping round my hips and her arms wrapping 
round my neck. "Hello Daddy – I love you," she said, 
kissing me all over my face. To hold her in place I 
put my hands underneath her and my fingers immediately 
and unintentionally encountered her hot wet sexy 
little pussy. Sandy's eyes opened wide as I made 
contact and she breathed in sharply. "Oooh Daddy," she 
smiled, "That felt nice – that was right where it's 
best!" 

She jiggled her ass around on my hand which had two 
effects – firstly it caused my fingers to sink between 
her slippery wet lips and secondly it caused my cock 
to all but tear its way out of my shorts. "You little 
minx!" I said, as I lowered her to the ground, "come 
and get some breakfast. Find some clothes and we'll 
decide what we're going to do today."

Clothes, to Sandy today, meant just a pair of pants as 
we sat and had breakfast. "So, what are we going to do 
today?" I asked. "I don't know Daddy. Oh yes I do – 
first of all I'm watching Skippy on TV – he's on soon. 
Come and watch with me." She scampered into the lounge 
and patted the settee. "You sit there and I'll sit on 
your lap," she said, "come on." 

I had a distinct feeling of déjà vu – we'd been here 
before. And, just as before, my cock responded to her 
nearness and Sandy found it and began exploring. 
Suddenly the TV was forgotten. "That's what I want 
Daddy. I want your cock inside me again. I said I was 
going to do it properly and that's what I want to do – 
now." She jumped off the settee; pressed the remote; 
turned the TV off and grabbed my hand. "Come on, I've 
decided we're not going to watch TV – we're going to 
have sex," she insisted, "Come on Daddy, in the 
bedroom."

Like a puppy I tagged along. "Now, take off your 
clothes (t-shirt and shorts) and lie on the bed," 
commanded Sandy and I hastened to comply. My cock 
stood proudly upright – although in reality he should 
have hung his head in shame. "Lie down," said Sandy 
and no sooner than I had done so than she had stripped 
off her pants and bounced astride my hips. She reached 
forward and taking my cock in both hands she began to 
move her hands up and down my shaft. "He feels really 
big today," said Sandy, "is that 'cos no-one's played 
with him?" I laughed. 

"Well, you could say that," I chuckled; "no, he's just 
pleased to see you." 

"And I'm pleased to see him too," said Sandy, "hello 
mister cock." With that she leaned forward and planted 
a kiss on my knob – followed a few moments later by 
another one. A small tear of precum appeared and ran 
down my knob. Sandy stuck her tongue out and licked it 
up. "Mmmm," she said, "all slippery and lovely." 

She moved her head away and began wanking my shaft 
vigorously for a few moments. Another dribble of fluid 
appeared – Sandy leaned forward again. This time she 
opened her mouth and allowed the whole of my knob to 
slide inside. Then she started bobbing her head up and 
down; I could feel her tongue working on my knob and 
at the same time she started wanking me again.

It was incredible. She was giving me a blow-job as 
good as any I'd received in all my years. I wasn't 
going to last long at this rate. "Sandy, stop doing 
that for a minute, please," I said and she came up for 
air. "Sandy, if you keep doing that you're going to 
make me cum. You know what happens when I cum – you'll 
get lots of sperm coming from my cock. Well, it's all 
going to go into your mouth if you keep sucking me. So 
I'm just warning you." 

"Don't worry Daddy," said Sandy, "I like the taste of 
your sperm and I want to try to catch it in my mouth 
'cos it was all over the place the first time you did 
it and it made a mess." 

"Don't say I haven't warned you," I offered, but Sandy 
had already sunk my cock back into her mouth and she 
didn't answer.

Talk about sexy – because now I noticed that Sandy had 
one hand round my cock which she was pumping 
vigorously and the other hand was at her pussy, 
twiddling away between her lips. I had no hope of 
holding out for long. Soon her sucking brought me to 
the point of no return. "It's cumming Sandy – oh yes, 
I can feel it cumming. I'm nearly there – ooh, I can't 
stop now!" I groaned as I felt my sperm building up in 
my balls. Suddenly it was all happening – I grunted as 
I felt the first contraction. "I'm cumming darling – 
I'm cumming! Here it is! Oh yes! Oooh!" I felt the 
sperm racing into my cock and the waves of muscular 
pressure pumping my hot fluid up the shaft and into 
her sexy little waiting mouth.

I watched as Sandy's cheeks moved – expanding to take 
my sperm and contracting as she sucked and swallowed. 
I know that I pumped five respectable jets into her 
mouth and my cock continued to pulse until finally my 
whole load of spunk had been ejected into her mouth. 
Sandy knew that I'd finished because she sat upright, 
licking her lips. She held my cock upright and looked 
at with a new light in her eyes. "Cor, Daddy – that 
really was brilliant – that was soooo super! That 
tasted better than anything I can think of! It's all 
hot like that – lovely! I cummed twice while I was 
sucking you!" 

"Came twice, is more accurate," I said as I pulled 
Sandy to my chest and cuddled her. "You really are a 
super sexy young lady. Thank you Darling – I think you 
did it better than your mum would have done!" 

"I know I did it better – because I love you and she 
doesn't!" said Sandy. There's logic for you from a 
nine year old!

As we lay there, Sandy asked various questions about 
sperm and about sex and about orgasms and her sex 
education moved on extensively. Sandy was lying up my 
body with our pubic areas together and with her legs 
between mine. I was cuddling her to my chest – we were 
very comfy – especially with the ceiling fan gently 
keeping us cool. And then for some reason I felt my 
cock, which was trapped between us and which had been 
quiet up to now, twitch. 

For heaven's sake – hadn't he had enough? Sandy must 
have felt it too because she began to squirm her hips 
gently – rubbing her cunt against the soft ridge of my 
penis. It wasn't a soft ridge for long – her 
ministrations brought my cock erect and now Sandy was 
rubbing herself off against my erection.

"Oh Daddy, he's gone all big again," said Sandy, "is 
he excited again?"

"It's your fault – you were rubbing your pussy against 
him – that's what got him all excited," I said. "He 
hasn't said hello to my pussy yet," said Sandy as she 
reached down between us. She grasped my cock and, 
lifting her hips up and with a bit of a wiggle, she 
brought the top of my cock to the mouth of her cunt. 

"Hello cocky says pussy. Pussy, give cocky a kiss," 
said Sandy. So saying she squeezed her legs tight 
causing her lips to tighten around my cock. I jiggled 
my cock gently in and out of her lips. "Cocky says 
hello pussy," I said, joining in, "thank you for your 
kiss." 

Sandy giggled and kept the lips of her cunt around my 
knob while gently moving her hips around. "Daddy," she 
said eventually, "I can feel my pussy getting all wet 
again. Feel it for me, please." I reached over her and 
slotted a finger between her lips beside my cock. As I 
moved it around, I suddenly felt a flush of wetness 
around my finger. 

I moved my hand from her pussy and grasped my cock. I 
brought the head to her hole and rubbed it around in 
the moisture. "Ooh Daddy, that's nice. Ooh, keep doing 
that," groaned Sandy and her hips started to move more 
vigorously. I held my cock to her hole and began to 
push upwards and slowly my knob was engulfed in her 
hot little cunt. 

Sandy was groaning and sighing with pleasure and was 
working her cunt on my cock faster and faster. 
Suddenly she stiffened – "Oh Daddy, I'm cumming! I'm 
cumming!" and her body shivered and trembled all over 
in ecstasy. And equally suddenly I realised that my 
cock was now well and truly embedded inside my little 
girl's cunt – she suddenly realised it too. "Ooh! I've 
got you all inside me again! It didn't hurt at all 
this time! Oh, goody!" she beamed with delight, "Now I 
can sex you properly!"

She sat upright and wiggled her hips until my cock had 
penetrated right to the depths of her hole. "That's me 
full up with your cock," she said happily, "now I want 
your cock to make cum inside me." So saying she began 
bouncing up and down on my shaft – lifting herself 
until my cock was almost out of her cunt and then 
dropping down to make most of my length disappear 
inside her. I let her carry on – she was in control – 
and loving it! Soon her eyes began to glaze over and 
she started to breathe more deeply. 

I could feel her body quivering as her orgasm neared. 
Then her tempo changed to short sharp strokes and with 
a succession of muscle spasms and a flurry of cries of 
passion she reached what was obviously a most 
excellent climax.

She slowed and subsided; the 8 inches of my erect cock 
now completely embedded in her. "Daddy, you're ALL 
inside me!" she said as she looked down at the union 
of our bodies, "Gosh! And I didn't think I'd be able 
to get any of it inside me once!" 

"That's because you had a good orgasm and it relaxed 
your body," I told her, "you enjoyed that, didn't 
you?" 

"Definitely," she said seriously, "but you haven't cum 
yet have you?" Before I could say anything, she 
answered herself – "No you haven't – I can feel. I 
wanna make you cum inside me – so that's what I'm 
gonna do. Help me, Daddy." 

"Well, just do what you've been doing and try not to 
stop when you have an orgasm. Use your pussy muscles 
to squeeze my cock. Then just keep moving and it'll 
make me cum, I expect." 

"Alright Daddy – here goes! You make sure that you 
cum!"

Once again I let Sandy make the running – she was 
learning – and doing very well! She started by gently 
sliding her hips up and down my cock and then she 
added a squeeze from inside her vagina by way of 
experiment. She had her legs astride my waist with her 
hands on my chest as her hips rose and fell. Soon I 
too started to move my hips as my own excitement 
mounted. Sandy was panting now. "You're going to cum 
soon, aren't you?" she asked. "I know 'cos I can feel 
you pushing more and your cock feels bigger."

It was certainly feeling huge to me – I'd never felt 
my cock to be so aroused. "Yes, you're right Sandy 
darling, I'm not far off. I need to move a bit faster 
– oh yes – that's better. Oh – it's coming along now – 
won't be long!" 

"Give it to me Daddy," said Sandy, "I'm cumming too!" 

Suddenly we were both thrashing around wildly – Sandy 
was crying out as each pulse of her orgasm hit her and 
I was grunting with effort as I started to pump out my 
spunk. What a great cum! I felt each and every squirt 
of hot sex juice pour into my daughter's tight 
receptive hole. I seemed to keep pumping for ages and 
Sandy was still milking my cock long after I'd 
finished. I could feel that our juices had overflowed 
from her cunt and were now soaking my balls and the 
bed – thank heavens that we would have time to change 
the sheets! But right now we were both too knackered 
to move. 

We lay there for ages – my cock was still deep inside 
her and Sandy's cunt kept quivering and pulsing around 
my cock from time to time. Gradually we started to 
emerge from our lethargy and my cock seemed to realise 
that it was still in business. I felt him twitch and 
then start to fill up and as I awoke so my brain took 
over to bring him to full arousal. Slowly I began to 
move in and out of Sandy's tight little hole and 
gradually I began to feel her body respond to my 
movements. 

Her cunt began to squeeze my cock rhythmically; then 
her hips began to move and finally, as she too awoke, 
she brought the rest of her body into play. Little by 
little we moved faster together until, with a sudden 
rush, Sandy started to orgasm and that brought me off 
– pumping a second load of sperm deep inside her 
jerking body. We collapsed into a heap again – replete 
once more.

Eventually we got up the energy to move – a quick 
shower woke us up and soon we were back to the land of 
the living. I spent a while removing evidence; 
spraying air freshener and opening windows before I 
was happy that our passion wouldn't mean disaster. 
However – as it happened, my wife returned home 
smelling to high heaven of aromatic lotions that she'd 
had applied to her at the health centre. She wouldn't 
have noticed anything.

Sandy and I managed to avoid acting too intimately 
while my wife was around – but it was a hard job and 
how I longed to hold her in my arms and simply love 
her. My wife and I seemed just as far apart and with a 
busy period of the year arriving, I was away on sales 
trips for weeks at a time. When I came home Sandy and 
I had no freedom except to talk and be friendly and 
Sandy found that very hard to bear.

All we had a chance to do alone was to go to the 
shops. That's when we could talk in peace. "Daddy, I 
so want to make love with you and we can't 'cos 
Mummy's always here. It's not fair," she said with 
pouting lips. "I know sweetheart," I said, "but since 
we shouldn't have been doing it in the first place, 
perhaps its better that we don't anyway." 

"Well, I want to, so there," she said, stamping her 
foot. "When we're older perhaps there'll be more 
chances – perhaps we'll have time alone," I offered, 
"Just be patient and remember that I love you."

"Well, when we do have more time I want to spend all 
night with you," she said, "I want to sleep with you 
and make love with you and have your big cock inside 
me and...and...ooh, it's making my tummy go funny." 

"Stop thinking about it," I said, "our time will come, 
one day." 

"Daddy," she said seriously, "One day I promise that I 
will sleep with you and make love with you all night – 
even if I have to wait for ages and ages."

And that was that – Sandy and I remained the closest 
of friends while my wife and I remained as far apart 
as ever. And while I never had sex with my wife again, 
I never had another chance to be with Sandy either. 
And so it was with very mixed feelings that our 
marriage eventually broke up. We agreed to differ and 
we returned from the warmth of Australia to the chill 
of England. Once back 'home' we headed to our 
respective parents (and Sandy obviously went with her 
mum) and the divorce papers followed.

***

Many years passed. By the time we reached the mid 80's 
I had settled with my third wife and we'd had time to 
chew over my past. I hadn't seen, written to or spoken 
to my daughter since my first wife and I parted when 
she was nine (almost ten) – and by now she was nearly 
twenty-one – and I decided to take the bull by the 
horns and try to contact her.

I wrote a long letter to 'explain' (apologise) for my 
absence. Basically I'd kept away to avoid friction – I 
wanted a new life and it was obvious that my ex-wife 
would have her own life to lead – without me getting 
in the way. Eventually, to my pleasure and surprise, I 
received a letter back from my daughter. It was full 
of anger and sadness – she'd been told that I'd gone 
away and that I didn't want anything to do with her – 
which was far from the truth. We communicated back and 
forward and gradually sorted out the facts from the 
fiction and finally we actually had a nice long chat 
on the phone. 

Sandy was now starting out on a business career. At 18 
she'd left college with decent qualifications and had 
soon moved away from home and into a shared house. 
She'd bought her own car already and was planning her 
life ahead – and it didn't include a husband or babies 
for many a year. It didn't really include her mother 
either, whom Sandy now found to be very puritanical. 

With the summer holidays coming up, we now began 
considering the prospect of meeting again. Eventually 
a plan was decided – Sandy would come down to visit 
us. We booked her a room locally so that she could 
stay for a while – but we had our spare room ready in 
case we got on well. My wife and I were allowing Sandy 
as much manoeuvring room as she needed. I was really 
on edge! I was going to see my much-loved daughter 
after over 10 years apart. I was like a school-kid – 
eventually my wife packed me off to the pub to relax.

Finally the day came when Sandy was to arrive. I'd 
given her detailed instructions as to how to find our 
rather remote home so I didn't expect Sandy to have 
any problems – and she didn't. Right on time, her red 
Renault drove into our driveway. From inside the car a 
tall, utterly gorgeous, fantastically stacked, blonde 
bombshell emerged – like a butterfly emerging from a 
chrysalis. 

How the hell did my genes produce such a beauty? My 
wife and I were dumbstruck. But Sandy wasn't! "Dad," 
she yelled and the next moment she was in my arms and 
we were kissing and cuddling like the long-lost lovers 
that we were. Talk about sexy! She was any man's wet 
dream! She must have had a 38D bust and her tits 
ground into my chest as we hugged.

Her face was truly beautiful – her hair was long, 
blond and gorgeous. Her body was one of the most 
fantastic things I'd ever seen on two legs! And her 
legs just went on forever! Her lips were full, hot and 
wet and she smelt like honey. She was easily as tall 
as I was and her pelvis, encased in blue denim jeans, 
which squirmed against my groin, prompting an 
immediate reaction. I had an instant hard-on to beat 
all hard-ons – and Sandy knew it! 

"Oh I've missed you," we both said, almost together. 
There were many other small amorous words as we 
cuddled – until Sandy snapped me back to reality. She 
whispered softly, "I've been waiting for your cock 
Dad, and it's been waiting for me too, hasn't it?" I 
could only go "Mmmmm" in reply – I was too gob-
smacked. "This time I'm going to do the job properly," 
she breathed in my ear.

Thank heavens that my wife understood how long-lost 
parents and children feel – she'd been through it with 
one of her children who'd been away for ten years or 
so. Mind you, she didn't know the whole story about 
the sexual bit – or at least we hadn't talked about it 
in detail. 

Eventually Sandy and I pulled ourselves apart and I 
was able to introduce Sandy formally to my wife 
(they'd spoken on the phone) and to the cat and the 
dog and then we gathered her bags and went indoors. 
While my wife was getting a cuppa, I phoned the 
guesthouse and cancelled the room we'd booked for 
Sandy – it was pretty obvious that Sandy would be 
staying with us.

I needed a piss – the tension and excitement had 
tensed up my bladder so I headed to the bathroom. 
There I realised that I had a large damp patch on my 
jeans! Had my wife noticed? Had Sandy noticed? My cock 
was still partially erect and as I pulled back my 
foreskin to pee, another tear of pre-cum dribbled out. 
Christ Almighty – I was going to have trouble while 
Sandy was here! My wife made me horny enough – now I'd 
got two hot ladies under my roof. I managed to piss – 
and found a clean pair of jeans in the airing cupboard 
too. I was respectable and at least temporarily under 
control when I left the bathroom.

Now as an aside from the main part of this story – 
here is another (connected) revelation – and this is 
also utterly true. My wife was a very horny woman with 
a very open mind about sex. We'd shared orgies with 
friends – we'd had foursomes and threesomes – and – 
we'd also even had same-sex sessions with friends. My 
wife's second eldest son had an unhappy marriage. 
Despite fathering five kids he and his wife never saw 
eye to eye and once he found that he was welcome to 
visit and stay with us, he began to come down quite 
frequently.

One night when he was with us, I teased my wife about 
him. He was in the spare room and probably having a 
wank. What a waste of cock! What a waste of spunk! 
Wouldn't she like to get fucked by him? Over several 
nights I teased her until finally she consented to 
having him in our bed. I went and fetched him from his 
room – as we returned, my wife was writhing on the 
bed, totally naked and just enjoying a fantastic 
orgasm. 

Her son and I joined her and his eager cock was up 
inside her juicy cunt in moments. On this first time 
together my wife came in seconds and came again and 
again with the excitement of the situation. Her son 
didn't last long either and he pumped her full as he 
fucked her vigorously. It was only after he had cum 
that we considered that although I'd been snipped, her 
son hadn't. 

She was now full of potent seed from her own son. It 
was too late to worry but from then on, until she 
could get on the pill again, her son shot all his 
sperm over his mum – and then I licked it up. Actually 
I tell a lie – she just couldn't resist having him 
shoot inside her and if they got sufficiently excited 
as they fucked, then his load would be deposited 
inside her if she could hold him in place. The risk 
simply added to the excitement. 

We had some fantastic sex sessions and eventually the 
fucking and sucking became totally mutual – we all 
sucked or fucked each other... but the memories of 
those events are the subject of another story. This 
one is about my daughter and me.

Getting back to that first day - as I came from the 
bathroom, my wife and Sandy were arm-in-arm in the 
kitchen with huge smiles on their faces. It was 
instantly obvious that they both got on well and, from 
the looks on their faces, they'd already been talking 
about me! "Here comes super-stud!" said my wife – 
leaving me red-faced as they both burst out laughing. 

We left Sandy to unpack in her room while my wife and 
I went to the kitchen to get dinner organised. She 
stopped in the kitchen; turned round and embraced me. 
As I returned the hug, one hand slid down between us 
to rub my cock through my jeans. "I saw what 
happened," she said. 

"What do you mean?" I countered. 

"Your hard-on - the damp patch – you were leaking like 
crazy! She really turned you on, you horny old goat!" 

"Well, I couldn't help it – I haven't had many 20 year 
old beauties plastering themselves to me," I said. Her 
tits were so firm and I could feel her cunt mound 
rubbing against me – right on target. Talk about horny 
– it wasn't me, it was her!" 

"You dirty old man!" she said with a chuckle, "You're 
probably right – anyway, if she's got your genes, 
she'll be just as bad as you." 

"Speak for yourself," I commented, "you're not exactly 
a puritan." 

"Look darling," said my wife, still caressing my ever-
growing bulge, "anything that happens is between us 
three. If you fuck her, enjoy it – just keep some for 
me. You've obviously got a thing going between you two 
and I won't stand in the way. If I can do it with my 
son, I'm sure that you and your daughter will be ok to 
do it too." 

I didn't really know what to say. "I love you darling, 
and thanks. Don't be surprised if I'm not in bed if 
you wake in the night. But I'll be back, as they say." 

"You and your cock," said my wife as she put her arms 
round me, held my cock and squeezed it, "I'll give you 
as much freedom as you need so don't worry about 
having to explain things to me. Just make sure that 
you tell me about it afterwards! Now go and see if 
she's ready for a few drinks. I wouldn't say no to a 
trip to the pub before dinner. You've got about an 
hour before I'll be ready to go." 

I went and knocked on Sandy's door. "Come in," she 
called and I opened the door. She was still in the 
process of changing and she stood there in a blue lacy 
see-through bra and knickers set – and nothing else. 
"Wow!" I breathed, "You look bloody gorgeous!" She did 
a quick pirouette – and then a slow one. "Thank you, 
kind sir," she simpered, looking down my body, "I'm 
glad you like what you see." 

My cock, already aroused by my wife's work, had done a 
double flip as soon as I clapped my eyes on her sexy 
body and now was causing a huge bulge in my jeans. 
"Whoa," I said addressing my cock. "Sandy darling, 
I've got a few things to say to you – let's sit down 
and have a chat." 

So we sat on her bed, holding hands, while I told her 
about the type of sex life that my wife and I enjoyed. 
I told her (to her shock – horror - and then delight) 
that my wife was totally in sympathy with our feelings 
and that we should just 'get on with it'. I'm not sure 
that Sandy had expected this turn of events but she 
took it well. "Dad," she said finally, "That promise I 
made when I was nine – I'm grown up now. Am I only 
going to be allowed to play with you or can we go the 
whole way? Obviously I'm not a virgin now and what I 
really need is a bloody good fuck." 

"I was hoping that's what you'd be saying, darling." I 
said, "But just for now let's play it as if we've got 
to snatch a bit of sex in secret – for a while anyway. 
It'll be more fun. And it won't be fair on my wife if 
we spend most of your visit locked away in your room!" 
Sandy laughed and leaned over the bed towards me – 
"Well, let's start with a quick kiss," she said and as 
she put her arms round my neck, we collapsed on the 
bed.

Our lips locked together and Sandy began thrusting her 
breasts at me – I reached up and gently taking hold of 
her thinly-clad breast, I began to kneed and massage 
her warm pliable flesh. Sandy began humming as we 
kissed and she squirmed round until we lay side by 
side. "Oh, fuck me Daddy, please give me your cock!" 
she breathed between kisses. Her hips started moving 
against my body and I could feel my now erect cock 
rubbing against her. "Oh, give it to me! Now, please!"

She moved her hand between us and tried to get it down 
the waistband of my jeans but it was too tight. She 
started fiddling with my zip. I put my hand on hers 
and stopped the action. "Slow down, sexy – there's 
plenty of time," I said, "it'll be sexier if we do it 
bit by bit." 

"Yeah, and I'll be all the more frustrated," said 
Sandy, renewing her efforts to get at my cock.

"Oh, is that the trouble?" I asked, "Well, let's make 
a start to resolve that problem." I pushed her over 
onto her back as I lay beside her. It was my turn to 
set the pace.

I started to kiss her again but now I had complete 
access to her body. I moved my hand over her breasts 
once again and this time I uncovered her left breast 
entirely and held it – reverently. "Fantastic," I 
sighed, "that's the best looking breast I've ever seen 
– or felt – and look at your nipple standing up all 
hard." I tweaked her nipple and caressed her hot 
flesh, causing her to moan and squirm beside me. "Take 
my bra off," she asked.

"No darling, not yet. Just let me feel your lovely 
body and try to ease some of that tension in you."

I stopped kissing her and, leaning over a bit more I 
lowered my mouth to her breast and took the nipple 
between my lips. Her sharp intake of breath told me of 
her desire. Gradually I sucked more of her breast into 
my mouth while I used my tongue to tease her nipple. 
She was panting lightly now.

I lowered my other hand down her body, sliding gently 
over her rib cage; over the indent of her waist and 
into her navel; across her smooth, tight abdomen and 
then slowly and gently beneath the elastic of her 
knickers – and into the slight forest of (blonde) hair 
that nestled between her legs.

There I stopped and simply moved my fingers through 
the silky hairs – but gradually getting nearer to the 
cleft. Sandy was holding her breath in anticipation of 
the moment when I touched her sex. I stopped sucking 
her breast so that we could concentrate on her lower 
regions. Sandy's hands were gripping handfuls of 
bedclothes as the tension mounted – "Oh Daddy, touch 
me! Touch me! Please do it!" she panted – and I felt 
her legs parting to improve my access to her body.

Withdrawing my hand, I moved it back down, this time 
on the outside of her lacy knickers but this time in a 
direct line down the middle – and straight down over 
her slit. The instant that I reached her clitoris, her 
hips left the bed as if electrocuted! If she had have 
been electrocuted, the contact would have been 
excellent because she was dripping wet – I could feel 
the moisture even through her knickers. They were 
soaked! As I rubbed gently up and down her slit, I 
realised that her knickers had ties at the sides. 
"Let's get these off," I said, as I pulled at the 
ribbons – and the next moment Sandy's hot wet cunt was 
totally exposed to my view and my hands.

I moved my fingers back to where they had been and now 
I could actually see her clitoris as it stood erect 
and pink between her lips. I pushed my fingers between 
her lips and spreading them apart slightly I started 
moving in and out between the moisture-laded walls. In 
seconds my fingers were as wet as her cunt and I 
withdrew to concentrate on her clitoris, which I now 
began to rub slowly.

Once again Sandy's hips jerked off the bed but this 
time I held her down and started to rub her clitoris 
more firmly. Then I moved my hand – lying beside her 
on the right of the bed meant that I was using my left 
hand (my right hand was propping my head up) and now I 
found it easier to use my thumb on her clitoris – then 
I could use my fingers in her cunt. 

Sandy was moaning and groaning; jerking and twitching 
as I worked on her body. Her orgasm wouldn't be long – 
she was beginning to sweat lightly all over – a sure 
sign. She looked at me; a look of pure lust – "Ooohhh! 
Dad, I'm coming! You're making me cum! Oooh, I need 
this one! Oh! Oh! Yes! Ooooh, yeaaaah!" I changed over 
again and now I used my slippery wet fingers on her 
clit – and she buried her face in the pillow as her 
orgasm pulsed through her. 

Sandy lay back in post-orgasmic peace but I kept 
working on her clit for a little while and then slowed 
down my actions – keeping her hot and simmering. Once 
she'd recovered I moved around on the bed. I lowered 
my face to her sweet cunt and, before she could object 
or even expect it, I fastened my lips on her clitoris 
and started gently sucking. The result – instant 
orgasm! "Oh no! I can't! Oh no!" she cried – but I 
kept going. "Oh no! I'm coming again! Oh God! Oh, I'm 
cuuummming! Ooooooh!" I had to be careful not to smash 
my teeth into her clitoris as her hips once again 
jerked violently with her orgasm.

Now I gradually slowed and removed my ministering 
fingers and lips from her body. I moved back up the 
bed and kissed her. "Is that better?" I asked. 
"Fantastic Dad! But what about you?" she asked; her 
hand snaking its way to the front of my jeans. I held 
it still – I didn't want to have an 'accident' – and I 
was pretty close to losing it. "Later, darling – 
there's lots of time," I said between kisses, "right 
now you'd better get cleaned up and dressed – we're 
off to the pub for a couple before dinner. Boss's 
orders." 

"Oh Dad, that's not fair, I'm all wet and ready," she 
said, "I want to have you inside me – please?" 

"No," I insisted "Later. I promise."

The pub was merely a couple of hundred yards down the 
road and we walked there – me in the middle with a 
gorgeous bird on each arm. The dozen or so blokes in 
the lounge soon became aware of the two lovely ladies 
and there were soon a lot of green-eyes females and 
horny blokes drooling over my two – especially my 
daughter. 

She was a consummate tease! In cut-off hipster jeans 
and a somewhat vest-style t-shirt (with a totally 
minimal bra holding her tits not so much in as out), 
she had them all ogling and creeping. But despite her 
appearances, she was all mine and she allowed none of 
the other men to approach too closely. 

But our visit to the pub was well worthwhile – by the 
time we left, some couple of hours later (by which 
time, my wife said, dinner – a casserole - would be 
cooked) we were all slightly fuzzy. The girls had 
drunk more than I (for a change) because I was well 
aware that I'd probably be called on to perform at 
least a few times that evening. Dinner was on the 
table in minutes and it was delicious as usual, and 
the wine both suited the atmosphere and the girls – 
light, fruity and bubbling!

With the central heating and the living room fire on, 
the place was warm and cozy. My wife kind of got the 
ball rolling by changing into her night attire – a 
flimsy jacket and equally flimsy knickers covered with 
a soft dressing-gown. Then she came and sat on my lap. 
"Sweetheart," she breathed, "First of all, Sandy is 
going to watch you fuck me and then I'm going to bed 
to leave you to it. Make sure that you catch up with 
old times and don't you dare leave her frustrated!" 
Then, out loud, she said, "Right mister; find 
something sexy for a background. Then go and change 
into your shorts. And Sandy, get out of those jeans. 
The fun is about to start!" 

I put on an 'erotic music' cd; found and put on a 
porno tape (with the sound off) and left the room. A 
quick spray and polish and change and I was ready for 
anything.

Upon my return to the sitting room the two girls were 
sitting side-by-side on the settee. Both had their 
legs spread apart and both had a hand inside their 
knickers and were clearly getting themselves worked up 
as they watched the screen. The aroma of hot pussy was 
already in the air and my cock was erect and throbbing 
almost before I'd closed the door. I knelt before 
them; my shorts well stretched by my cock. 

I put my hands on my wife's thighs and lowered my face 
to her cleft. As my lips touched the material I found 
that it was already wet with her juices and my first 
touch caused her a sharp intake of breath and a quick 
twitch of her hips.

Gently I licked and sucked at her moisture – then I 
moved my hands to her hips; took hold of her knickers 
and gently pulled them down – she lifted her hips to 
allow me to remove them. Her shaven cunt glowed back 
at me. Her lips were already reddening and were 
glistening with moisture. I returned my lips to her 
opening, this time without the material between us. 
Quickly I slid my tongue between her lips and pushed 
it into her vagina. She let out a long low sighing 
breath and then did a sharp intake as my tongue moved 
and tickled her clitoris. My insertion into her vagina 
had let loose a flood of secretions and I found that I 
had to lick steadily at her hole to collect the 
offering. 

But as I licked her cunt so she was becoming more and 
more aroused and as she did so she was flooding my 
mouth with even more fluid. Now her hips were starting 
to buck – and if there was a contest to orgasm 
quickly, then my wife would be on the leader board – 
with a bonus point for quality! "Oh Chris, don't stop 
– ooh, just there! Ooh yes – that's it. Ooh yes – more 
– keep going! Aaahh – it's coming! It's coming! Oooh! 
Oh yes! Oh yes! Oooooh! Ooooh!" The last moan was 
uttered as her cunt pushed hard into my face. Her 
clitoris was between my lips and my tongue was 
fluttering over its tip. The spastic movements of her 
hips gradually slowed. The settee beneath her was 
soaked. But her cunt wasn't happy yet! 

"Darling, get your cock in me now," she demanded. "Get 
your shorts off; get it out and put it in me." 

"Let me do it," said Sandy and she moved off the 
settee and began undoing the clasps on my shorts. Soon 
they were loosened and Sandy, in one swift movement 
pulled my shorts and my underwear down. 

My throbbing erection sprang up before her. Now that 
my cock was released, my foreskin was starting to peel 
back and as the girls watched, the head of my cock was 
revealed, glossy and purple, with a small drop of 
precum fluid at the tip. "Bloody hell, Dad," said 
Sandy as she closed her hand round my shaft, "That's 
grown, hasn't it?" 

"You just don't remember it when you were a tiddler," 
I said. 

"I do," she replied "but now I'm thinking about it in 
a different way. Now I'm thinking about how it'll feel 
to get that thing up inside me. That's fucking big!"

"My turn first," said my wife eagerly, "come on Sandy, 
bring him over here and I'll show you." I moved closer 
to my wife's pussy and Sandy, still holding my cock, 
pointed it in the right direction. Then Sandy leaned 
over a bit more and (to my surprise) put her other 
hand down and spread my wife's slippery wet lips 
apart. Then she pulled me by my cock until the tip was 
between my wife's lips. She shook my cock up and down 
over my wife's clitoris and (and this is no word of a 
lie), as she started to become highly aroused, so the 
rapid movement of my cock made droplets of her sexual 
release spray – no, splash around – she was so juiced 
up it wasn't real. "Oh Chris – get it in me now!" she 
moaned, "please, please!" 

I leaned forward and pushed my drenched cock between 
her lips and into her equally wet cunt. There was no 
friction – I simply slid deeper and deeper in until I 
could go no further. My wife let out a long sigh of 
contentment. "Ooooooh, that's lovely," she cooed, "Now 
come on and fuck me." Sandy put her hand on my lower 
back and pushed me. "Come on Dad – make her happy!" 
she said "And save some for me!" 

I began moving my throbbing cock in and out of her 
sexy hole. It seemed to become tighter rather than 
looser until I realised that my wife was gripping my 
cock with her cunt walls as she rapidly moved towards 
her first orgasm – which wasn't helping me because the 
sensations in my cock were also reaching boiling 
point. I started to think of anything but sex which 
must have helped me survive because I was still 
pumping my cock into her as she orgasmed – a hip-
heaving, tummy-tightening, breast-bulging affair that 
left her panting and limp – temporarily. "Oooooh that 
was a goody!" she said between breaths, "One more and 
I'll be happy." 

Knowing that I now had a target I started to fuck her 
with renewed energy – now I could put everything into 
one last cum for her. As I started to piston in and 
out of my wife's hot hole I looked at Sandy who was 
still beside us. Her eyes were glazed and her hand was 
at her cunt – her knickers were nowhere to be seen. 
"Come on Dad" she said to me as I glanced at her, 
"Give it to her – we've got all night and lots of time 
for you to recover." 

"Yeah," I grunted as I slammed my cock deep into my 
wife's hole again, "But what I used to do all night 
now takes all night to do!" 

"You wanna bet?" said Sandy, "Just wait til I get your 
cock in me!"

My wife was already beginning to come to the boil 
again. "One more Darling," she panted, "One more – and 
it's coming soon. Oh yes! Keep doing that! Keep 
going!" My cock was ready to unload and my daughter 
was cumming at any moment – could I cum with her. 
"Hang on Sweetheart," I said as I thumped my cock into 
her, "I'll be with you in a mo." Sandy leaned towards 
me and rubbed her breasts against my arm. "Come on 
Dad. Give it to her – now" she said – and as she spoke 
I felt my cock tighten up and those familiar feeling 
pulse through me. 

"Ooh baby, I'm cumming any minute" I hissed, "Are you 
ready? Come on. Cum with me!" 

"Darling – I'm there – I'm there – don't stop – don't 
stop" she cried, "OOOOOh yea – ooh yes! Ooh yes!" At 
that moment I let go my seed – I fired shot after shot 
of hot sperm deep into her cunt. My cock felt as if it 
recoiled after each blast of spunk and by the time I'd 
finished cumming I was exhausted. Wow!

"Ooh Darling! Oooooh, that's wonderful," said my wife 
as she began to relax and unwind, "Do you know what," 
she said, putting her hand onto her clitoris, "That 
was so fucking good that I could do it all over 
again!" I laughed. "You're joking – I hope. I'm 
supposed to look after you, Sandy," I said as I gently 
pulled my cock from her still grasping cunt. A flood 
of our combined fluids leaked from her hole and onto 
the settee. I grabbed a towel to mop it up.

"Yes Darling – I was joking – I couldn't go another 
round with your big cock – it's just that that was 
soooooo good! Oooh, I love you!" 

"I love you too," I said, "but the night isn't over." 

"It is for me," she said, "I'm off for a long deep 
bath and I'll see you later – if you've got anything 
left!" With something of an effort my wife gathered 
herself together and languidly moved from the room and 
soon we heard the sound of water running as she filled 
her bath. 

Sandy and I looked at each other. My cock was slack 
and drooped between my legs – it looked knackered. 
Sandy on the other hand was now totally naked and was 
obviously well and truly aroused. Her lovely breasts 
stood out and her nipples were big and bold and ready 
to be loved and her cunt – well, it was almost too 
good to look at. 

She'd shaved (tonight) most of her pubic hairs off to 
leave just a small triangle of blond curly hairs above 
her hole as if to point the way – well, I should have 
known – that's exactly what the triangle was saying! 
Her puffed-up lips were parted and shiny with her 
sticky moisture – oh hell, if I didn't fuck that 
tonight then I ought to become a monk!

"Let's go to bed," said Sandy, "I want to explore your 
body and I want you to fuck me. I'm getting desperate 
for a fuck!" We turned off the TV, video and lights 
and made our way to the guest room. Sandy threw 
herself onto the bed and lay there – arms and legs 
spread wide apart. "Love me, Dad," she said, simply. 
There was no way that I could refuse. She was simply 
gorgeous – utterly ripe for plucking (or fucking) and 
I just didn't know where to start. Logics said that I 
should start between her legs – so I got on the bed 
and lay with my head above her knees. My once 
knackered cock began to stiffen again as it realised 
that it was still 'on duty'.

I started the ball rolling by licking and caressing 
her legs – first one then the other. Gradually I moved 
up her legs – nearer and nearer to her cunt. 'I'm 
gonna fuck this girl,' I thought as my tongue reached 
within an inch of her cunt, 'and she's my daughter.' 
But there was no way that I could back out – she 
wasn't "my daughter" – she was a woman who needed my 
cock (which was now VERY stiff) – and that was what 
she was about to get. Incest – so what? She was female 
and I was male and we were about to come together.

Sandy started to moan and move her hips. "Dad – I've 
been waiting all night. For fuck's sake put your cock 
in me," she panted. "Wait," I breathed. I was still 
well down the bed and now I moved my mouth up a bit 
and directly onto her sexy little cunt. I grasped her 
– quite prominent – clitoris in my lips and began to 
suck and chew on it. Sandy let out a howl of pleasure 
as I began to massage it between my lips and my 
tongue. "Ooooh Dad – that's super! Just there! Yeah – 
more! More! Ooooooh yeah! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" 
Her hips bucked and thrashed around and I had a hard 
job to keep in position. "Wow Dad – that was great! 
Ooooh – I LOVED that! 

I moved my mouth from her cunt. "Oooh Darling girl," I 
sighed, "you were quick?" 

"I just had to cum. I just needed you to touch me and 
I knew I'd be away," she said as I moved gently 
upwards towards her. "I still need your cock though. 
You're going to fill me tonight – even if it takes all 
night" 

"I'll do my best" I said, as my rigid cock rubbed 
against the mattress as I moved higher up the bed. "I 
want to enjoy your breasts first, please." 

Sandy was all sex – from her head to her toes – her 
breasts were a bonus. "Dad – suck my tits – please, 
then fuck me – I NEED your cock in me!" Her breasts 
were big, tight and utterly aroused. Her nipples stood 
out proudly and simply needed someone to pleasure 
them. I took the job on. I sank my willing mouth over 
her right breast and absorbed the sexiness of the 
stiff nipple. She sucked in a deep breath as I made 
contact and I could feel her body begin to pulse as I 
stimulated her breast. I put my hand over her left 
breast and started to tweak her nipple while massaging 
her breast too. Sandy was now starting to pant. 

"Ooooh Dad – I'm cumming! I can feel it! Oh Dad – keep 
sucking my tit – I love it! Feel my cunt – it's 
soaking! Don't stop, for Christ sake!" I kept sucking 
as I put my hand on her cunt – she was simply flooding 
– I had a job to find the right spot. But before long 
I found her clitoris and I started to massage it – 
that's what she needed! She exploded! A massive orgasm 
erupted through her – her hips thrashed around – her 
arms did the same and I could (even though I wasn't 
inside her body) feel her cunt pulsating beneath my 
fingers. Slowly she subsided into a passive and 
languid condition – her breathing, while still deep, 
became more controlled. She had her eyes shut in 
ecstasy and didn't say anything – words weren't needed 
anyway. 

For fuck's sake – she was a horny bitch! And yet she 
was my daughter. But my very hard cock was telling me 
that she was a female on heat – my cock didn't really 
have any option. I moved up her body until we were 
lying tidily together. I kissed her lips and received 
a warm and sexy kiss in return. I felt my cock twitch 
and throb as I moved up her thighs to rest my penis on 
her pubic mound. A small movement downwards and I was 
in place. I rubbed the head of my cock between her 
sexy wet lips to lubricate it – although my own pre-
cum fluids were working well.

"Sandy – do you want me?" I asked. "Yes Dad – now" she 
said simply. "Alright lover – here it comes," I said 
as I adjusted my cock until it fitted snugly between 
her sexy, slippery lips. I pushed. My totally rigid 
cock slid, without any obstruction, straight and deep 
into her welcoming cunt. It was like all the most 
wonderful feelings in the world rolled into one. 

"Ooooh Baby," I groaned with delight, "Ooooh honey – 
that's lovely." Slowly and gently I eased my cock back 
out until it was only just inside her, then equally 
slowly I pushed back inside – deep inside again. Sandy 
let out a long slow sigh as I penetrated her again. 

"Ooh Dad – I've waited so long," she said. "I've 
dreamed of making love with you for all my life and 
now it's happening! Oh dad – thank you, thank you." 

"No sweetheart, I should be thanking you," I said 
between nibbly kisses between us, "Not many old blokes 
get to enjoy the pleasures of someone as lovely as 
you." She giggled and squirmed beneath me as I slowly 
massaged her cunt with my cock.

I'll tell you what though – making love to a girl half 
your age does wonders for your esteem and stamina! My 
cock, despite all it had been through tonight was 
still as hard as stone and felt willing to pump for 
many a long hour. However, I knew that there were 
limits to my endurance and that I'd better start 
fucking her before I ran out of steam. 

Gently I started to pick up some speed – thrusting my 
cock more quickly into her slippery and now sloppy 
cunt. She was still really good and tight but there 
was no friction – she was so wet now that I needed 
more action to bring about my climax. I picked up the 
pace some more – Sandy was now thrusting back at me as 
she became more worked-up. We were both beginning to 
pant now and sweat was beading on my brow and across 
her breasts. I upped the pace still more and Sandy's 
hips kept in time with me. One of us was going to cum 
pretty soon.

Sandy beat me to it – suddenly I felt her body tighten 
and begin to shudder. Her hot cunt gripped my cock 
like a vice and she went rigid. Then she let out howls 
of pleasure - "Oooooooooooooh! Oooooooooooooh! 
Aaaaahhhh! I'm cumming! Ooooh! Yeah! Oh Dad – I'm 
cumming! Yes! Yes! Ooooooooooh!" 

Her legs and arms wrapped around me and I could feel 
my own orgasm starting to erupt. 'Think of something 
boring – quick!' I thought to myself and it must have 
worked because I was still there and going strong as 
she came down from her first (adult) orgasm that she'd 
had on her dad's cock. 

"Oh Dad, that was super," she said, smiling broadly, 
"it's your turn now. Come on Dad, fill me with your 
sperm – I want you to cum now." My still rigid cock 
heard the message and throbbed inside her. 'Ok – time 
for action,' I thought, 'come on fella – do me proud.' 
Still buried deep inside my daughter's hot wet 
throbbing tight cunt, I started to move again. There 
was a kind of sucking noise as I pulled my cock from 
deep inside her. I rubbed the tip over her clitoris 
making her hips bounce as I hit the sexy bit – then I 
pushed back inside. 

Now was the time for what is known as a "really good 
fuck" and I got to work. Some deep thrusts, followed 
by some shallow ones – then some quick jerks – then a 
slow, deep penetration, followed by a complete removal 
of my cock – and then another full thrust until I was 
buried again. Leave it there and make my cock twitch. 
Then start again and repeat (well, more or less) - 
until she suddenly cried out as another orgasm tore 
her apart. What a fantastic fuck she was!

I didn't have much chance of holding out much longer. 
"Sandy darling, are you ready? I want to cum soon," I 
told her. "Yes Dad – do it. Cum when you're ready," 
she panted, "I'll cum with you; I know I will." I 
speared her yet again - and again. My cock knew it was 
time for the big finish and I could feel him becoming 
tense and eager to unload. I continued to stab deep 
into her welcoming cunt – she was writhing under me – 
I was having trouble keeping up my actions. 

But it was working – her body was starting to twitch 
yet again and I knew that she was about to cum. 'Cum 
on, big boy – now's the time,' I said to myself 'let 
it all go.' I kept pumping into her – sweat was 
pouring from every pore in our bodies – her cunt was 
lubricating like mad – all our limbs were almost out 
of control. Then we both got there!

I don't say a lot when I cum but Sandy made up for me. 
"OOOO. Ooooohhh! Yeeeaaahhh! Wowwww! Oh, Dad – yes – 
now – please – fill me! Pleeeeaaassseee! Now!!!!!" A 
few more thrusts then - "I'm there baby," I said, 
sounding a lot more in control than she did, "I'm 
cumming in a mo. Here it is! Oh yes! Oh Darling! Oooh 
– sweetheart – it's all for you!" 

My balls pumped what felt like an enormous quantity of 
spunk deep into her sucking welcoming pussy – right up 
against her cervix. What felt like two big squirts, 
then three – then four! 'Where did it all come from?' 
I wondered. 'I didn't know I'd got that much left!' I 
could virtually feel her cunt sucking the spunk from 
my cock – hoovering it up as it erupted. Oh wow! 
That's what sex should feel like every time! I 
collapsed on top of her while Sandy continued to emit 
contented sighs and groans as she descended from her 
latest orgasm and finally it was, more or less, all 
over.

My deflated cock slowly but finally slid from inside 
her lovely cunt – followed by a flow of our combined 
fluids – but I was too fucked to be able to do what I 
should have done – go down and lick it all up. We lay 
together for a while and then I rolled and moved 
beside her so that we lay arm in arm. "Darling – that 
was wonderful," I said, "That was the best fuck I've 
had in years." 

"Dad – it was the best fuck that I've EVER had. My 
boyfriends are wankers compared to you," said Sandy as 
she lifted her head from the pillow to look down on 
me. "Dad – can we do it again soon? Please?" 

"Not tonight," I said, laughing, "You've no hope. But, 
yes, darling – we will make love again and again. My 
wife doesn't mind so long as I keep her happy – she 
knows how we feel about each other and she accepts her 
position. But I won't neglect her so you'll have to 
share." Sandy squeezed me tightly. "Dad – I've been 
with men and women – I'm very open about sex" she said 
quietly, "Can we make a threesome – please? That way 
we can both share you and perhaps your wife and I can 
get a lot closer too." 

'Fuckin' hell' I thought – what more could a man want!

PS I'm not going into details now but within a few 
months Sandy moved in with us. She's a brilliant 
businesswoman and soon had herself financially settled 
locally. My wife and I love her company and there are 
very few night when at least two of us are having sex 
together. We don't need anyone else – not while my 
cock can get hard – and with two hot horny cunts to 
see to, why shouldn't it?! 

Sandy is thinking of getting pregnant – so is my 
wife!!

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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