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Sweet Love
by David Smith (no address provided)

***

A man returns to the states for a high school reunion 
after living overseas for 20 years. He's divorced with 
two children now, but wants to look up his old 
girlfriend from his school days. What he finds is a 
daughter he didn't know he had and that daughter is 
fascinated by him. (M/F-teen, underage, inc, rom)

***

Twenty years ago I finished high school and joined the 
Army. I was sent to Germany and within a year my folks 
died. I got leave to return to the states for the 
funeral and settle the estate. I had no other family 
and spent lots of time with my high school sweetheart, 
Sharon. I returned to Germany and even though I wrote 
her, but eventually we lost touch. Eventually I 
married a German girl and decided to make the Army my 
career.

My wife divorced me three years ago and ran off with 
some Italian guy, but we had two beautiful children 
who stayed with me. Somehow, word reached me in the 
spring last year about my high school class's 20th 
reunion so I arranged for the kids to stay with their 
grandmother while I returned to the states to see how 
things had changed and maybe see if Sandra would be 
there.

Everything about the hometown had changed. The one-
stoplight town on a two-lane road is now a highly 
commercialized strip on a five-lane road and had 
ballooned to twice the size I had known. 

I checked into my motel and picked up the phone book. 
Well, at least Sharon's folks were still listed. I 
called to say hello and ask about Sharon. A woman 
answered.

"Hello, this is David Smith. I don't know if you 
remember me but I'm an old friend of Sharon's from 
high school."

"David Smith?" the woman said after a pause.

"Yes, I was wondering if Sharon would be attending the 
school reunion?"

"Mr. Smith, uh, could I get back to you?"

I told the woman where I was staying, giving her my 
room number then hung up the phone and took a shower. 
I was napping when someone knocked on the door and I 
opened it. Standing there, looking not a day older 
than when I last saw her, was Sharon! Same hair, same 
5'9" height, same eyes, everything. I was speechless! 
And I probably looked like an idiot standing there 
with my mouth open.

"Mr. Smith. My name is Kris. I'm Sharon's daughter. 
May I come in?" 

Naturally I let her in. She sat in a chair near the 
window and crossed her legs. She wore a white silk 
blouse and a navy blue skirt which was short enough to 
show off her gorgeous legs. 

"Mr. Smith, I have some rather sad news to share with 
you." Kris told me that Sharon and her husband had 
died in an airplane crash only a year ago. I was 
stunned to say the least and offered my condolences. I 
told her that my wife and I had divorced two years 
before. Kris she told me that she'd been living with 
her grandparents as she tried to sort out her life.

I asked her to tell me about her mother and father, 
thinking that if she talked about good memories, we 
could remove the heavy atmosphere.

"Well, he was my step-father. He married my mom when I 
was three years old. I never knew my real dad." I did 
some quick figuring.

"Kris, I hope you don't mind if I ask but how old are 
you?"

She looked at me with the same green eyes that her 
mother had. "Nineteen. Dad."

I fainted. I have never fainted in my entire life but 
POW! I conked out right in the chair. When I came to, 
Kris was holding a cold washcloth to my head. "Are you 
okay?" she asked, looking very worried. For the next 
hour she explained that her mother never told me of 
her pregnancy because she didn't want to "trap" me. 
Sharon had gone on to school and become a registered 
nurse. While in school she met and married an intern 
who adopted Kris and loved her as his own. He became a 
successful surgeon and now Kris was looking to get to 
know her real father. Me.

"Mom told me a lot about you. Everything. She loved 
you a lot." I told her I never knew, never imagined 
that I had a daughter by Sharon. Kris assured me that 
Sharon had never wanted me to know.

Kris and I went out for dinner. She was my daughter, 
but being with her was like the old days with Sharon. 
She not only looked like her mother but she had the 
same laugh. Kris drove me back to my motel after 
dinner, and both of us were in good spirits.

"By the way, Mom told me that you were her first 
lover," she said in the car. "And that you were hung. 
True?"

What do you say to a question like that? And what do 
you do when your daughter suddenly reaches over and 
lays her hand on your lap? Now, 20 years in Germany 
had certainly liberalized me. I'd made love to my 
wife's sister with my wife's consent and 
encouragement. Incest in Europe isn't a big deal. But 
in America? With my own daughter?

"C'mon, Dad, this isn't 1970. I've wanted to fuck you 
for years. Mom knew that. I tend to think she was 
hoping that someday we would, too. Ooh, she was so 
right! You do have a big one!" She had been rubbing 
and squeezing my jewels just like Sharon used to do, 
and I couldn't help but get hard. Daughter or not, 
Kris was one sexy woman.

"I want you, David," Kris said told me at the motel. 
"And I know you want me. Well?" What can I say? We 
went to my room and I fucked my daughter. No. Change 
that. I made love with a sexy, vibrant young woman. 
Our relation by blood is secondary. Actually, I never 
really thought of her as my daughter. In a way it was 
like making love with Sharon.

Kris had the same deep auburn hair and smooth skin as 
her mother had had. I watched her remove her clothes, 
folding her blouse and skirt neatly instead of hastily 
tossing them into a pile. And rather than wear panty 
hose, Kris wore stockings with garters. Sexy. Mature. 
She sure had class. And a superb body. My cock 
throbbed as she unfastened the garter snaps and rolled 
the stockings down her smooth and shapely legs.

"How do I look, David?" she asked as she stood braless 
and wearing only panties. Her breasts were beautiful, 
capped with red nipples that looked delicious.

"Wonderful," I said, opening my arms to her. She 
hugged me, grinding against the protrusion in my 
pants.

"Kris, are you sure this is what you want?" I asked. 
"I am twice as old as you. And I'm your father."

"Shh!" she said. "I grew up knowing you through my 
mother's eyes as a lover, not a father. Love me." She 
pressed her full lips to mine and her sweet-tasting 
tongue darted into my mouth. She slid her hand between 
us and started rubbing my hard-on. With that, all my 
hesitation vanished. I was wanted by this beautiful 
young woman, quite a boost for my ego after my 
divorce. I stepped back and undressed as Kris pulled 
the bedspread down and lay on the bed watching me.

"Hmm, a hard body hunk," Kris whispered sexily when 
she saw my chest and still-trim waist. "I guess the 
Army won't let you get soft and flabby." When I was 
naked, Kris looked at my eight-inch cock and licked 
her lips. "A girl's mother tells no lies," she said. 
"Just as she remembered. Long and thick." 

I reached down and took hold of the waistband of her 
panties and Kris raised her butt off the bed as I 
pulled them down. Her trimmed auburn tuft barley hid 
the protruding lips of her pussy as the panties slid 
down her legs. I could smell the aromatic fragrance of 
her expensive perfume mixed with the scent of her 
arousal. The panties were damp and I knew I had to 
taste her before we did anything else, so I held her 
legs and kissed the inside of her thighs, working my 
way to her pussy.

"Oh, God, yes-s-s!" she hissed at the first touch of 
my tongue on her slit. A trickle of sweet and tangy 
juice seeped onto my tongue as I licked her tender 
flesh. I sucked on the lips, burrowed my tongue 
between the folds, lightly chewed on her erect clit, 
and even put one, then two fingers into her succulent 
treasure box, fingering her and bringing her to a 
quick orgasm.

"Ooh, put it in me now," she whimpered, pushing my 
head from her womanhood. "Make sweet love to me, 
David." 'Sweet love.' That's what Sharon had called 
it. And hearing Kris say those same words in the 
throaty way she said them made me as eager to do it as 
I'd ever been in my life. My cock throbbed and seemed 
harder than ever, anxious to be surrounded by the hot 
tightness of Kris's vagina.

I paused above her, my cock poised at her entrance. My 
eyes asked for a final time. "Yes," she whispered. 
Slowly I eased my shaft into her wet sheath. She was 
very tight and oh, so hot inside. Her arms went around 
my neck and her legs locked around my waist, pulling 
me inside. "Oh, yes, so good. Hmph, yes. Do me deep. 
Do me hard, David."

Making love with Kris that first time was like a 
dream. The only thing in my mind was to please the 
angelic beauty beneath me. And that's just what I did. 
My cock pistoned in and out of her clinging, well-
oiled pussy with long, loving strokes. Her inner 
muscles clutched at my prick on the downstroke and 
seemed to release me as I temporarily withdrew, only 
to eagerly plunge in again.

When the walls of her vagina quivered around my prick, 
my orgasm hit me like an express train. As Kris gasped 
and cried out, my cum raced up my cock and gushed from 
the head. Kris's body seemed to jerk at the impact of 
my spunk inside her.

As we lay there breathing hard, a question formed in 
my mind, but Kris answered it before I could ask.

"Don't worry. I'm on the Pill." My cock soaked inside 
her warm pussy, and she asked me what I was thinking.

"Different things. I met you less than six hours ago, 
a beautiful young woman half almost my age, and here I 
am in bed with you. And you're my daughter, a daughter 
I never even knew I had."

"You mean you're feeling some guilt?" she asked.

"No, not guilt, God, no. How could a man make love to 
a woman like you and feel anything but wonderful? Not 
guilt, just... overwhelmed."

Kris and I talked for a long time before my prick 
again stiffened. She kissed my chest and left a wet 
trail down to my cock. She sucked my balls into her 
mouth and nibbled on the wrinkled skin of my scrotum. 
She teased and delighted in exploring my parts. Then 
she concentrated on my cock, licking slowly up the 
underside, flicking her tongue around the tender spot 
under the head, and then she planted a kiss on the 
very end.

"Your cock tastes divine," Kris said. "I want you to 
come in my mouth, Dad." She smiled and laughed. 
"Aren't I wicked? Asking my father to cum in my mouth, 
indeed! What are you going to do with a daughter like 
me?"

"Cum in your sweet mouth, I suppose," I laughingly 
said. "Suck it, Baby, suck my prick. Suck your Daddy's 
spunk." Kris grinned and her green eyes flashed.

"Yessir," she replied. "I know better than to argue 
with an officer. Or my daddy." And with that she 
started letting my cock slide between her lips. More 
and more went inside. She didn't wince or gag or 
strain as she managed to completely engulf my cock. 
Christ, would the surprises never end? I hoped to hell 
not!

She sucked my dick better than a French whore, let me 
tell you, and that's saying a lot. She could have 
taught the German and Italian street girls a few 
things, too. A 19 year old American. And she was my 
daughter! I was so proud of her I felt like I was 
about to... to... explode!

"Wait, wait!" I stopped her. "I don't want to cum yet. 
Turn around so we can eat each other." In seconds, her 
moist muff was over my mouth and her delicate pink 
rosette winked at me irresistibly from between her 
smooth cheeks so I didn't even try to resist. I 
pointed my tongue and zeroed in on that pucker.

"Oh!" Kris gasped at the first touch.

"I'm going to rim you, Baby," I said. "Your asshole 
looks like it needs a good tonguing." I circled her 
salty-tasting ring before working it past the tight 
entrance. Kris kept her mouth working on my cock in 
return, kissing and licking and sucking.

I told her I was close and she doubled her oral effort 
to make me come. I just closed my eyes and went with 
the rush and spewed a hot load of thick semen into 
Kris's sucking mouth. She swallowed it all as if it 
were champagne, not allowing a single drop to escape 
her lips.

We slept, my face nestled in her wet "V" and my cock 
curled inside her mouth. The next day we attended the 
reunion festivities together. I suppose everyone, or 
most everyone, knew that I was Kris's father, but no 
one was gauche enough to mention the situation. I was 
just a father with his daughter. No one knew that my 
newly-revealed daughter and I had spent the previous 
night fucking like newlyweds. Or that when we danced 
together, my hard cock pressed against her belly.

And I suppose everyone thought we left early so I 
could get her home by midnight. Well, I did get her in 
bed by midnight. 11:35, actually. By midnight she 
already had the first of three wads inside her tight, 
hot cunt. I fucked and sucked and rimmed and reamed 
more in the week I was there than in the previous 
three years combined. I visited with Kris's 
grandparents who, of course, knew I had made Sharon 
pregnant years ago. I told them that if I had known 
I'd have done the right thing and that I hoped to make 
up for it.

Kris wanted to come with me to Germany, apply to 
attend the University near the base. I told her she'd 
have to wait for a passport and I wanted her 
grandparents' approval, even though she was old enough 
to make her own choices.

"Will you still fuck me in Germany?" she asked that 
evening in bed.

"You may not want me to," I said. "You'll probably 
meet some smart, good looking University student and 
take up with him."

"Never!" she said, her cunt putting a vise-like grip 
on my cock.

"Nobody is more handsome or smarter than you. Or a 
better fuck!"

Well, that was a year ago. Kris did come to live with 
me in Germany and, yes, as my daughter. In fact, she 
had her name changed. Yes, we do still have sex. 

We are discreet, but as I said earlier, Europeans are 
more liberal about that sort of thing. I took my 20 
year retirement from the service and am now working in 
the private sector. Kris is attending a very 
prestigious university, thanks to her intelligence and 
the substantial inheritance and insurance settlement 
she received after her folks passed away. She and my 
other two kids get along very well and everything is 
going great.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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