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Ginny - 2
by Brody (no address provided)

***

In part two, after a nerdy high school boy suddenly 
scores but his family moves. Little does he know that
he actually became a dad! Years later his high school 
sweet heart finds him and he reconnects with her and 
their daughter. (Mf, ped, oral, rom)

***

PART 2

Chapter 4

Of course, it is never that easy. I said that my long-
lost daughter became my lover, but there was quite a 
bit more involved. After having a bit of heavy petting 
and oral sex, we fell asleep in each other's embrace 
that night in the sleeping bag. 

I woke up the next morning and in the grey light of 
early dawn immediately began having misgivings over 
what we had done. Or sure, my dick was stick erect--
and growing--nestled in her butt crack and my hands 
were cupping her tiny beginner tits; but my mind was 
talking at me very loudly.

When Ginny finally woke up, she was playful and wanted 
to snuggle. I turned away and tried to think about 
what I should do. Ginny playfully turned over with me 
and placed her hands around me searching for my play 
toy.

"Ginny," I whispered. "You know how much I love you."

She kissed my ear and purred.

"I just found you. You just dropped into my life and 
now my world feels a little more complete. I don't 
ever want to lose you. And I don't ever want to hurt 
you."

"You aren't," she whispered into my ear.

"But others wouldn't see it that way. They would 
arrest me, take you away and lock me up in jail--never 
to see you again. I can't keep doing this. We can't."

"Daddy, no one would ever know."

"That's not really true. And besides, I gotta go pee 
now." 

I slipped out of the sleeping bag and slipped into 
some clothes. The air was cool and I saw my breath in 
front of me. I hurried off to take care of business 
and almost had a heart attack when I realized how 
close another tent had set up late last night.

"And they almost certainly heard our grunting and 
moaning," I explained to Ginny. "We HAVE to break camp 
quickly and get out of here before they see how young 
you are.

Ginny's face grew pale. "I'll dress old and frumpy."

"That may help briefly. Let's get going. Breakfast is 
on the road. Later!"

I have never, ever packed up more quickly. It helped 
having a pickup to toss things in, I guess. And on the 
way out, Ginny stayed low in the seat. I didn't see 
anybody stirring at that tent so, after driving out of 
the camp ground, I started feeling a bit better.

"No one saw us, did they?" Ginny asked.

"No, but you saw their tent, right?"

She nodded. "It wasn't there when we went to bed was 
it?"

"No. They came in quietly and set up late. I'm 
guessing that is why they aren't up yet."

"Do you think that they really heard us?"

"I would be surprised if they didn't!"

She sat quietly watching the narrow road ahead. I 
tried to anticipate what she was thinking, but I was 
filled with guilt and fear and a wave of relief at not 
being found out. I didn't want to experience that 
again.

"So do you understand what I mean now, Ginny?"

She nodded but said nothing. I glanced at her and 
noticed tears. She quickly looked away from me. The 
ride back to our apartment was clouded in silence and 
tension.

School started up for Ginny a week later. Our district 
had a modified schedule that meant students went back 
to school early August. But it also meant finishing 
the semester before Christmas, a long Christmas break 
and out for Summer before the end of May. I was glad 
that school started since it would give Ginny another 
focus. The week after our camping trip was very 
strained. She said she was okay, but it looked like 
the life was sucked out of her. I figured that it was 
a little like breaking up: it would take some time to 
get over it.

School did help. Also the new routine of junior high 
and helping out with cooking and chores around the 
apartment. Ginny was young for her class. I wasn't 
certain why she was put ahead, but having a December 
12th birthday in California usually would mean you 
would wait till the NEXT year to start in 
kindergarten. 

Somehow Jamie (or Jamie's mom) had pushed Ginny ahead. 
I understood some of the problems she had been having 
were because she was younger, and because she was 
smaller and easily picked on. But she never was behind 
in figuring things out. She had a social sense and a 
sort of ESP for reading people's emotions and intents. 
She also developed into a pretty good student too. 

Jamie would have been so pleased. Ginny was finally 
blossoming at school and succeeding. She even felt 
brave enough to try out for the holiday play. (Yeah, 
"holiday"--they were afraid of calling it a Christmas 
play even though it was a retelling of Dickens' "A 
Christmas Carol." Go figure, huh!)

So all through those early months of school there was 
nothing sexual going on. I worked hard to make sure 
that we talked and acted like father and daughters 
should. I insisted that she cover up and be modest 
even around the apartment. And, while there was some 
lingering tension and melancholy in her demeanor, 
generally she was pleasant to be around.

The play was the first week in December. I hadn't gone 
to any of the practices, but I made sure to be there 
for the opening night. She did well. In fact the whole 
cast did well. Quiet funny in places. But I couldn't 
take my eyes off of Ginny. Her costume was a Victorian 
dress--green with lots of white lace. Her long dark 
hair was curled in ringlets alongside of her face. 

The dress had a bodice -- not that she filled it or 
anything, but there was a deep "vee" in the neckline 
(well, deep for a seventh grader!) that exposed a lot 
of skin. Her skin. Skin that was right next to her 
tiny tits. She looked stunning. It wasn't just a 
father's proud eye. I kept hoping that I could steal a 
glance and catch more of a look at her cleavage. Ha! 
What cleavage!? But I kept glancing and wishing to see 
more.

The play was over and there were refreshments for 
everyone. I could see how a number of the boys in the 
cast were doing the young boy thing that said they 
kinda liked her. The daddy in me wanted to take them 
out and punch their lights out. The romantic in me 
felt jealous over competing attention. I wrote it off 
to a normal dad-daughter thing. Daddy's were always a 
little jealous of their daughter's affection. Right?

We came home and that was that. I kissed Ginny 
goodnight and went to bed.

I woke up around midnight and heard a low groan coming 
from Ginny's room. I flung my covers back to go 
investigate and then it stopped. I was quiet and 
listened intently. I heard rain pattering on the roof 
and the window. The apartment was chilly so I lay back 
and pulled the covers over me.

Right then the groaning started again and sounded even 
more serious. I sprang quickly from my bed dressed 
only in loose fitting shorts made from cut-off sweat 
pants. I opened Ginny's door as I heard a loud grunt 
and exasperated sigh. "What in the world?" I thought 
to myself.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She squeaked and sighed. It was pure exasperation.

My eyes surveyed the room in the dim light. She lay in 
the center of her futon, her covers were in disarray 
around her. Her legs were flopped open. Wide open. And 
she was a naked as the day she was born. At the same 
moment that I saw that her fingers were still in her 
pussy, the awkwardness of realizing that she had been 
frigging herself made me blush.

She still said nothing. 

I apologized. "I heard the sounds and thought that you 
were in pain." I turned to leave.

"I was," she whispered. "And I still am."

I turned back around and waited.

"Daddy, will you help me?" she asked.

I sat beside her with my back against the wall. 
"What's wrong, Ginny?"

"Daddy, don't go making fun of me, but I can't get 
off!"

"Get off?" I knew what she meant, but I was astounded 
that she was so out in the open. I shouldn't have been 
since her pussy was still rather exposed and her legs 
were spread open, uncovered by her blankets. I 
shivered. It was cold.

"Yeah, I can't get an orgasm."

I grabbed her blanket and drew it up over her exposed 
body and my bare legs. "So you want to talk?"

"Okay." She scooted around and sat up next to me, 
pulling the blanket with her. I gratefully wrapped it 
around us both.

"Okay, why don't you start at the top. Most everybody 
masturbates, but not everybody gets off every single 
time. I understand that is especially true of young 
females."

"But I had a rip-roaring orgasm when you were eating 
me in the tent."

Oh, yeah: the tent experience! Mr. Woody thought about 
that and decided that he wanted to make his own tent 
right there too! I was at a lost for words.

"So I keep imagining how wonderful it was and I rub my 
pussy and I can feel something growing in me then it 
goes away and I don't have an orgasm." She paused and 
rubbed her nose. "I've been trying for the last hour 
and I was so close. So close!" She sniffled and rubbed 
her nose again.

I put my arms around her and pulled her so that she 
leaned into my shoulder. Under the blanket I could 
tell that she was buck naked. Her skin was soft under 
my touch and I noticed how her left tit touched my 
bare side. "She must be growing again," part of my 
brain mused.

"Ginny," I whispered as I kissed her hair. "Orgasms 
are not some sort of mechanical thing. Push this 
button and pull here and you get a whoopee feeling."

She giggled in between sniffles.

"Orgasms are the result of feelings and emotions and 
thoughts and reactions to the one you love. Yes, there 
are some who swear that they need to be rough in their 
sex to get off, but I don't know that it's best. I've 
found that the most tender of moments and sweetest of 
touches and the accumulation of dozens of little nice 
things are what will make for an incredible orgasm."

"But I was feeling it," she said. "I almost had it 
tonight. So I kept concentrating on that feeling and 
rubbing harder and harder and I almost came."

"But you didn't?"

"No," she sighed. "Instead my pussy feels raw and 
throbby."

I could only imagine!

She put her arms around me and I felt her tit press 
into my side. Oh, dang! This situation just got more 
risky--and risque!

"Perhaps you better just give it up for tonight. Get 
some sleep and then if you feel like it later you can 
experiment by yourself to try something more tender 
and sweet."

"How the hey am I supposed to go to sleep when I'm 
feeling all hot and bothered and a little bit randy 
thrown in too?"

I know what I would do: just jack off and then go to 
sleep. But I've never have my equipment worn out and 
raw from over-trying.

"Could you just cuddle me?" she asked, burrowing her 
head in under my arm. "You are so warm!"

I had been lightly running my hand up and down the 
skin of her arm and over her shoulder. Her elbow was 
positively frigid. It occurred to me that she was 
still not quite 12. Her birthday was in a few days, 
but she was still a little girl. She was trying hard 
to be all grown up. She had taken on a lot of new 
responsibilities after Jamie passed away what with 
cooking and cleaning and other chores. But deep down 
inside, she was still a little girl who needed 
reassurances from her daddy.

"I'll hold you," I whispered. "We're both getting 
cold."

As if my words finally brought that to her mind, she 
shivered. We scooted and lay down on her futon. I 
pulled the blankets up over us both. She had curled up 
into a fetal position facing me. I was a little 
concerned about her knee being so close to my balls, 
but thought that position would be a lot safer than my 
dick snuggled into her butt crack! My hands were on 
her back. Her skin felt so soft but tight since she 
was hunched over like that.

I had every intention of holding her only till she was 
warm then getting up and going back to my bed. But I 
fell asleep probably before Ginny did. I awoke much 
later with my erect dick within my sweat shorts 
rubbing back and forth in the soft, warm confines of 
her butt crack. My hands were wrapped around her, one 
gently cupping her little tit. I was mortified! I 
stopped moving and just held real still. 

I realized that I was not the one moving. Ginny was 
gently rocking her hips back and forth. The motion 
played my dick against her crack as well as my hand on 
her nipple. I suddenly realized how firm the nipple 
had become. I lay there for a minute or two letting 
her rock herself against me and my hand. I figured 
that one of her hands might have been busy between her 
legs too, but I thought if I played "asleep" I could 
let her have an orgasm and then I would not really be 
part of it.

The rocking slowed then stopped. She was still for 
some minutes before I heard her sniffling again.

"Ginny?" I whispered. "What's wrong?"

"I still can't get off!"

"Ginny. You're trying too hard. Just relax." And then 
the hand that was underneath her began rubbing her 
buried shoulder. The hand that was draped in front 
toyed with her breast. Dang! She was getting bigger 
tits. I had made such an effort to avoid looking that 
I had missed that these precious morsels were growing. 
My hand slowly traced around her upper breast, 
carefully avoiding the nipple before it dropped down 
to the lower breast, repeating the pattern. 

I resolved to stay out of her cunt this time. But I 
had no willpower to leave her tits alone. They were so 
springy and soft under my touch. I should have stopped 
it right there, but I kept touching, touching, tracing 
my fingers over each soft mound, rubbing each nipple 
gently between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand 
kept massaging her shoulder.

Ginny made soft half-guttural moans as she rocked back 
and forth. Her hips kept pressing into my dick. My 
dick was engorged, covered only by the loose cloth of 
my shorts. My dick had worked its way partly out and 
the tip slipped back and forth over her ass cheeks, 
plowing back and forth in the grove of her crack. She 
ground her hips back hard against my dick trapping it 
against her rosebud anus. She stiffened and grabbed my 
hand against her breast. Her breath escaped slowly 
with first a hissing sound then with growing moan 
ending in a growl.

My dick was twitching but smashed against her anus. I 
felt it spasming violently as her body stiffened then 
twitched under the control of several more powerful 
orgasmic waves.

Finally she began to relax, but it wasn't a completely 
quiet relaxing. She had latched on to my hand that was 
smashed into her breast with a ferocious 
tenaciousness. She also began crying and sobbing. In 
the context of that, my dick began softening.

"Hey, hey, hey," I whispered. I messaged her shoulder.

"Daddy," she whispered through tears.

"It's okay, Ginny."

She kept repeating "Daddy," and hugging my arm.

"I'm still here. You keep repeating that," I said.

"I know. And it was because you were here."

She turned over and enveloped me in a full body hug. 
Her arms were around me as was one of her legs. She 
plastered her mouth against mine and started sucking 
on my lips. "This is what I want, Daddy," she 
whispered. "This is what we both need."

"Ginny," I said between mouthfuls of her lips. "I'm 
scared of what will happen."

"I'm not. I'm with you. That's all I need."

She began grinding her pussy into my dick. "Hold me 
tight, Daddy."

I held her tightly and went along for the ride. My 
dick was fully extended, poking out of my shorts 
rubbing back and forth across her slick slit. I was 
overcome with sensations and desire. It was luck or 
some still-working part of my parental brain that kept 
me from plunging my steel-hardened dick into her hot 
twat. She started bucking again and I was overwhelmed 
and spurted gobs and gobs of jism all over her crotch 
and belly. I groaned.

"Daddy!" she cried, her breath coming in gasps.

I just held her close and waited for my dick to shrink 
again. But it never shrank. It just stayed mostly 
rigid, slipping around in all the goo between us.

"Daddy! THAT was so good!" She began kissing my face 
again. "That was exactly what I needed."

I held her head against me and buried my face in her 
hair. I didn't know what I was going to do. I knew how 
strong these emotions were; but I also knew how strong 
public sentiment was against such things.

I think she sensed my conflict. "Daddy, it'll be okay. 
It's meant to be this way. You and me. This is what 
Mamma told me would be best for us both."

"Jamie?" I whispered. "Your Mamma said that?"

"She wanted you to take care of me and she wanted me 
to take care of you. Take care of you in every way 
from cooking to the bed."

"She didn't say to take me to bed, did she?"

"Basically. She said that I should be able to replace 
her and do everything that she used to do." She kissed 
my lips again then added, "And that includes give you 
as much pleasure as I can." She snuggled in closer and 
my dick squished into her pussy with all my jism in 
between. "And I think you had a little bit of pleasure 
tonight. Right? I sure did."

"Ginny, let's change the sheets before all this cum 
soaks into your mattress."

We pulled the sheets off and left them piled in a 
basket, cleaned up a bit then retreated to my bed. I 
figured why bother with getting dressed and just 
pulled the blanket over us both. She hugged me tightly 
and  placed her head on my shoulder. I kissed her 
forehead again and felt my dick rise. 

She felt it too and giggled. "I think this little guy 
likes it. I know I do too, but I'm so tired now."

And so, we fell asleep.


Chapter 5

Morning came, but we slept right up till nearly noon. 
I almost never sleep that late. Period. Of course, I 
wasn't given to chasing young pussy like "Chester the 
Molester" either, but here I was in bed with my 
daughter. My naked not-quite-twelve-year-old daughter. 
And I was just as naked as she was. Her leg was thrown 
up and over my torso allowing my dick to rub along her 
inner thigh; and as it grew in excitement and length, 
it would just touch the soft folds of her tender cunt.

She saw that I was waking up so she kissed my lips 
long and luxuriously. "G'morning, Daddy!" Her smile 
was brighter and wider than I had seen it since before 
Jamie died.

Jamie! Did she really tell our daughter to take her 
place as lover? I thought back to what Jamie was 
telling me in the weeks before she passed away. Yeah, 
there were hints there of little Ginny being Jamie's 
replacement--although I didn't want to hear of it or 
talk about it further with Jamie. At that time it was 
too weird and too painful to think about life without 
Jamie.

But here I was without Jamie. But with Ginny, who in 
many respects was very much her mother's daughter: 
similar shaped face, same bright and impish eyes, 
similar curve of her lips when she smiled. She was 
younger than I had every known Jamie. I only met Jamie 
in ninth grade--she was 15 and I was just 14. But 
Ginny would be 12 in less than a week. 

I closed my eyes and recalled what Jamie looked like 
when she first flashed her beautiful tits at me. She 
was 16 and had apple size tits topped with lovely 
nipples. Ginny, however, had next to no tits and more 
than four years to go till she was as mature as Jamie 
was. So why was I drawn to her lovely but immature 
form?

"Hey, sleepy-head," Ginny brought me back to the 
present and kissed me again. "Are you going to sleep 
all day?"

"Maybe. Something kept waking me up last night."

"I know. It was wonderful." She planted another kiss 
on my lips before going on. "And Daddy? I know what 
you're thinking: this ain't right, it could get you 
into big trouble and worse, but hear me out, okay?"

I nodded.

"We've already done this much. Twice! I don't think we 
can put the Genie back into the bottle."

She had a good point there.

"But we could make sure that what we do is only here 
in our home. No one else would ever need to know. Just 
you and me. I'm not talking to anyone about this."

"But what if you and some friend start talking boys 
and she starts talking about sex and doing it and all 
and wouldn't your response give you away?"

"Nope. I know how to play dumb. I had to all growing 
up, what with living with grandma and not having a dad 
around that I knew of--yet!" (She smiled broadly at me 
when she said, "yet!") "I so refused to be baited by 
my classmates."

"Wait a minute. I thought your mom told me that you 
decked some bullies."

She laughed. "That was different. They were pulling my 
hair and were about to dump my backpack into the 
commode. They totally had that coming to them."

"Seriously?"

"Yep! And I thought they were going to give me a 
swirlie too."

"A swirlie?"

"That's where they hold the victim upside down over 
the toilet and flush--swirling the hair around."

"Eww! Gross!"

"That's what I thought too. That's why I decked Anita. 
Bobby almost got it too but he and Sam ran."

"Oh, the things that you've had to deal with," I said 
softly, pulling her closer to me. "No dad; now no mom. 
No wonder you're all mixed up."

"Nope. I'm not mixed up. I know exactly what I want." 
She snuggled in and reached between my legs. "And this 
is exactly what I want. You. All of you." 

My dick responded to her touch. "I can't say that I 
don't enjoy this," I finally agreed. "But you gotta 
understand this is viewed as so wrong by society."

"They don't need to know. And in a few years it won't 
matter anyway. I can marry you at least when I'm 18. 
You aren't listed on my birth certificate. Remember?"

"That's six years away," I pointed out.

"And six years of really good snuggling and intimate 
touching."

"Okay, Ginny. Let's try it. And let's have some ground 
rules for how this works. First, never mention 
anything about this to anyone. Second, we have to stay 
in our separate beds on school nights."

She started to protest over that point. 

"But that's a lot more togetherness than would 
otherwise be possible."

She smiled and kissed me again.

"And third, we have to make sure that we're quiet with 
our sexuality."

"What do you mean?"

"You moaned like a banshee last night."

"Oh, sorry. Can we practice and I'll work on NOT 
making noises?"

How could I refuse that. Besides, since it was light 
now, I would actually get a chance to examine her body 
in detail. I pulled the covers back and started 
massaging her tits. Just like I felt the night before, 
they really were larger. They were as tall as an 
average apricot, cut in half, placed on her chest with 
a lovely nipple capping them both--but about as wide 
as a small apple. (Yes, food analogies are fitting 
given that I was going to eat her!) Her areolas were 
dark pink and not quite an inch across with a small 
nub of a nipple in the center. So tiny! Yet it was a 
powerful magnet that drew me to her. She was right: 
Can't put the Genie back in the bottle.

She giggled and squirmed as I traipsed my fingers 
lightly over her budding breasts, circling around and 
around but only occasionally touching the areola or 
nipple. She was thin. As she held her breath her skin 
grew tight around her chest and I saw her sternum and 
some of her ribs outlined. Yet she was not skinny or 
scrawny. She had a rounding to her frame, a gentle 
countering and curving that spoke of femininity and 
womanliness yet to come.

I grabbed one tit in my hand. There wasn't much there, 
but it was so soft, so springy and so alluring under 
my touch. I licked the nipple then engulfed the 
areola. She gasped. I swallowed the whole tit into my 
mouth and sucked and flicked my tongue across her 
nipple. She wiggled under my attack. 

I started rubbing her belly. She had no extra fat 
there--just nice, soft skin that grew taut as she 
tightened her abs. I played in her belly button and 
she jumped. I guess she was a bit ticklish. I moved my 
hand down further toward her nether region.

I took my mouth off her tits and began following my 
fingers with kisses across her belly down to her legs. 
I noticed tiny hairs in a fine line from her belly 
button to her crotch. Her pussy was stunningly 
beautiful. No hair was visible at first. I licked 
along her outer lips down one side then back up along 
the other side. She shuddered and spread her legs 
wider. I pulled back to stare at the innocence, 
delicacy and grace. At that moment I noticed that 
there was a faint dusting of fine, downy hairs covered 
the crest of her labia and across the top of her pussy 
mound were a few dark hairs.

I raised my head to survey the beauty, captivated by 
the sheer awesomeness of the sight.

Ginny raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Ginny. I am just taking in the sights like a 
tourist at the Grand Canyon. I've never seen anything 
more beautiful."

"Go on with you!" She laughed.

"I will. Ginny, look at this! I mean I am looking at 
this. This is pristine real estate. This is virgin 
forest. I am boldly going where no man has gone 
before!"

She giggled.

"This is acreage that is undeveloped. It is pristine. 
It is beautiful. I am stunned at how lovely it is."

"Daddy, you are so, so, so..."

"What?" I smiled.

"I don't know. You make me feel so wonderful. Now I 
want to see your pecker while you examine my pussy."

I scooted around in the bed and positioned my groin 
over her head as I stared into her crotch. Her legs 
were still close together, forcing her slit closed. 
The outer lips were full and puffy. The slit was deep 
because her outer lips were so puffy and along their 
length little pieces of her delicate inner lips poked 
out, wrinkly and moist. And across the top of her 
mound were a few dark strands of pubic hair. Along the 
length of each pussy lip, though, was completely bald.

I move her legs and she spread them wide, opening up 
her tender region to my gaze. As her legs parted, her 
slit opened and her inner lips popped into view--
prominently sticking out above the surrounding outer 
labia in the region of her clitoris. In the center of 
her pussy, the inner lips parted completely, opening 
so as to show the entrance to her vagina and the tiny 
little dimple of her piss hole.

As I moved in closer to her nether region, she wrapped 
her hands around my shaft. I moaned then buried my 
face in her slit. Her aroma was delicate--not the 
strong, pussy smell of a woman. I licked the entire 
length of that lovely crevice. I felt her shudder 
under my actions. She grab hold of my dick and 
tentatively pumped it back and forth as she placed the 
end in her mouth. Very amateurish, but so sensual! I 
almost came right then! I concentrated on licking her 
slit from one end to the other. 

My hands found their way around to cup her ass cheeks, 
my fingers playing along her butt crack. I felt her 
push up against my face as I licked hard into her 
crack. Her pussy was streaming wet with her juices and 
my spit. I rubbed a finger up and down her butt crack-
-her ass sphincter quivered under my light touch. I 
pressed firmer and licked harder around her clit. I 
felt the whole head of my dick engulfed by her lips. 
Her tongue flitted back and forth across its slit. 

I found her clit and sucked it up into my lips, 
feverishly running my tongue back and forth across it. 
My finger lingered over her ass hole and pressed 
firmly against it. I felt the jism rising in my balls 
as my dick became even stiffer. She suddenly gasped 
and clamped her legs tightly around my head. One of 
her hands was still around my dick which was partly in 
her mouth. Her other hand had found my ass and 
suddenly grabbed an ass cheek and squeezed really 
hard. 

I felt her pussy spasm and her anal sphincter 
paralleled the rhythm under my finger. I could hold 
out no longer. My jism boiled out of my dick and I 
know that she was flooded with white, sticky stuff 
from my loins. But I heard nothing since her legs were 
clamped so tightly around my ears.

Finally she relaxed and I felt her legs release my 
head. Her mouth let go of my dick even though she 
still held it loosely with one hand. Her other hand 
still held my ass cheek in a death grip, her finger 
pressing hard up against my ass hole.

I rolled off her and pulled her so that she turned on 
her side to face me. 

"Oh, wow!" I whispered.

She coughed then gurgled, "Yeah!"

"Need to spit?" I asked.

She grunted then coughed. After a few moment she 
sheepishly said, "I don't think I'll ever get use to 
that taste."

I patted her hips and ass then said, "It's okay. Your 
touch was incredible!"

I had by this time scooted around so that we were 
lying side by side again. She had found a klennex and 
spit out my cum and wiped her face.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I don't think I'm good at that."

"Oh, Ginny, baby!" I whispered and hugged her close to 
me. My dick stirred between us. "You're doing more 
than wonderfully. Did you enjoy what you felt when I 
was licking you?"

"Oh, yes!"

"And the proof was the big rush at the end, right?"

Her eyes were bright as she nodded vigorously.

"Same thing for me. It felt wonderful. Your touch was 
so sweet and sexy. And the proof was the big rush at 
the end. Only mine comes with a bonus cream filling."

She giggled.

"You see? That was the proof that you did well."

"So you really liked it?"

"Definitely, sweets!"

"Mamma said that she used to do that to you all the 
time."

"How much did your Mom talk about all we used to do?"

"A little before she found you again. Mostly generic 
stuff to explain how come you weren't around and that 
she still loved you." She paused. I even felt a little 
catch in my throat. "But after you guys were married 
and after she told me that she was dying, she told me 
a lot of the things that you did."

"Really!" I knew Jamie talked a bit with Ginny, but I 
really had no idea just how in depth their mother-
daughter talks were.

"She told me that the best thing that ever happen to 
her was you and she was bound and determined to make 
sure that she did all that she could to make you feel 
good 'cause you certainly did that for her." Ginny 
snuggled in closer and moved her hips, rubbing on my 
semi-hard dick. "And your stepping up to help us, even 
though Mamma was sick, certainly prove grandma wrong. 
She thought you were a no-good louse."

I wanted to avoid thinking about Jamie's mom. "Well 
she's not here now. It's just you and me."

"And that's the way I want it to stay. I love you, 
Daddy!"

I couldn't argue with her logic. Nor could I argue 
with her lips which began passionately kissing mine 
again. It looked like my little vixen needed some more 
loving. Breakfast came very late that morning.

To be continued...

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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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