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Country Life (Alternate Version)
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
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Life in the country with my black daughter was getting
hotter than just the weather. (M/f-teen, inc, underage,
intr, 1st, oral)
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They gave me half an acre, mostly woods with a dirt road
running through it. It was what I wanted, what I needed.
I wanted to 'get away from it all', make a fresh start
with my daughter.
I had a small house built, it looked like a large log
cabin with a basement. The living room/dining room took
up the whole front of the house, floor to roof. A
hallway ran down the middle of the back of the house; at
the end of the hallway on the right was the kitchen.
On the left halfway down the hall was my study. Next to
it was the laundry room which you got in from the
enclosed back porch. A set of spiral stairs at the
corner of the dining room where the wall between that
room and the kitchen led to the second floor.
A second set of spiral stairs in the kitchen led up to
the back of the second floor. The second floor was made
up of two bedrooms with the bathroom between them. The
first five years of LaKeisha's life I had a woman I
hired to take care of her while I was at work.
The first two years she would go home for a few hours
but come back and spend the night to keep an eye on
LaKeisha through the night. Once my daughter started
school the woman only came in the afternoons to keep an
eye on her until I got home at five-thirty.
In the mornings I would walk with LaKeisha twenty
minutes up to the main dirt road where her bus would
pick her up. The woman would be waiting there for her
after school to walk her home.
When LaKeisha was old enough she walked home by herself
but I still walked her to the bus stop every morning.
In case you're wondering, my daughter's name was her
great-grandmother's name. My wife and I had discussed
baby names long in advance. You don't even want to know
what she had wanted to name the baby if it'd been a boy.
I spent as much time with my daughter growing up as I
could. I never worked overtime or weekends. I'd read to
her, take her on walks in the woods, tell her about her
mother when she would ask.
LaKeisha was always a happy child; she was never sad
that she didn't have a mother, she was always content
with our simple country life, never asked for things,
was always happy with the basics. Except for bikinis.
LaKeisha always had me buying her bikinis. It was hot
down her, hotter in the summer. LaKeisha would always be
running around the house in a bikini. And as she got
older they got smaller.
That was another reason I was staring at LaKeisha. She
was wearing a teeny brown bikini, I different shade then
her perfect brown skin. It hardly covered my daughter's
large but firm butt. The bikini wasn't all brown; a
patch of green was over her right butt cheek with an
even smaller patch of yellow beside it. Not that it
actually covered her butt cheek; more than a third of
each cheek was exposed. Up top is was the same; her
bikini hardly covered LaKeisha's 36DDs. It did no good
complaining. She'd promise to cover up but it never
would happen. My daughter was oblivious to how hot her
body was.
She had her mother's tits and butt but her thighs were
slim and her waist narrow. Her mother had a great body
but didn't exercise [except for the sex]; LaKeisha on
the other hand, was always active, walking, running,
swimming. With a body like hers, I would have thought
she'd be dating or just having sex [not that I'm saying
she should] but prejudice still runs deep down here and
the boys pay her no attention [which I still find it
hard to believe].
My daughter didn't realize the attention she was getting
from her father when she wore those bikinis... That was
yesterday. I left work early today. I stopped off at the
store to pick up a few things to make LaKeisha her
favorite meal.
I was just coming in the front door which opens right
onto the living room, paper bag cradled against my
chest, when I say her. LaKeisha never looked more like
her mother than at that moment. She was laying back on
the sofa against the armrest reading. And naked. It was
the first time I'd ever seen my daughter completely
undressed.
She didn't notice me at first. Her legs were open, the
leg furthest from me bent at the knee, the other hanging
off the sofa. Her pussy was just as hairy as her
mother's had been. LaKeisha's huge tits rode high on her
chest, large, black oval-shaped areolae capped them off.
She was a breathtaking sight to behold...
"You're home!" LaKeisha exclaimed, her voice breaking
the spell her body had over me. She closed her legs but
made no effort to cover her massive tits. "I wasn't
expecting you home so early..."
"I, ummm, decided to make you your favorite meal," I
said in a voice that didn't sound like my own.
LaKeisha smiled. "Thanks, dad! I'll go put some clothes
on if you want."
"No, no, don't worry about it! It's not like I've never
seen a naked woman before. I'll be in the kitchen
anyway."
"Okay," she said, as she went back to reading her book.
I headed to the kitchen in a daze. My daughter's naked
body was all I could think about as I walked through the
kitchen like a zombie and set the bag down on the
counter.
It was branded on my brain. I shook my head. I couldn't
go on like this. I had to do something about it. I left
the bag and headed upstairs. I went to my room and
undressed. I went back downstairs through the kitchen
and back to the living room. LaKeisha didn't notice me
until I was right next to the sofa.
She turned her head and my cock was right in her face.
She gasped. "Dad!"
I took my cock in my hand and moved it towards her
mouth. No words were spoken by either of us as my
daughter opened her mouth and let me slide my cock into
it. She closed her lips around it as I began to face-
fuck her. She moaned around my cock. It felt good to
have my cock in a warm mouth again. I closed my eyes and
began to pound my cock down her throat.
LaKeisha's moans grew louder. I just kept ramming it
down her throat for over five minutes.
"Shit!" I grunted loudly. "I'm gonna cum!!!" I fucked
her face faster until my jizz began spurting down her
throat. LaKeisha moaned more loudly as I pumped my cock
in and out of her mouth until I was spent.
Once I'd blown my load I came back to my senses. I'd
pretty much raped my daughter [even if it was only her
mouth]. I opened my eyes, feeling my face grow hot, and
backed away from LaKeisha, letting my cock slip from her
mouth. My jizz had been oozing out one side of her
mouth.
"I, ummm, better go start dinner..." I said, still
backing away.
"Yeah," LaKeisha said, getting up, hand over her tits.
She mumbled something else before we ran in different
directions.
I figured the kitchen was the safest place for me for
the time being so I started dinner. When I thought it
was safe I went upstairs to get dressed. When I brought
dinner out to the dining room I saw LaKeisha was back in
the living room. She joined me at the table wearing one
of my long-sleeved shirts and a bikini bottom, looking
as sheepish as I felt. "I was wondering where the shirt
went..." I mumbled, looking everywhere but at my
daughter.
"Yeah..." LaKeisha mumbled back. "Sorry..." That was the
extent of dinner conversation.
After dinner LaKeisha gathered up the dinner dishes and
cleaned up after dinner [I always cooked, she cleaned up
after]. I went upstairs to the safety of my bedroom for
the evening. I only left to go take a shower before bed.
As I was getting ready for bed LaKeisha knocked on the
door. "Can I come in, dad?"
"Sure."
She opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind
her. She still had on my shirt but traded the bikini
bottom for a pair of white panties. "I'm sorry, dad,"
She said.
"For what?" I asked, patting the mattress beside me.
My daughter hesitantly came over and sat on the bed. I
took her hand in mind. "I made you do that before, being
naked..."
I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Sweetie, it was a
long time coming. I'm part to blame, you're part to
blame, and part of it is neither of our fault."
"Huh?" LaKeisha looked confused.
I smiled. "I should have controlled myself better. Yes,
you were naked, naked and beautiful, but you're not my
pleasure toy. I miss your mother, I miss the sex.
"Life played a cruel joke on me. It took my wife, your
mother and gave me you. You look so much like your
mother, even more beautiful... When I look at you, I see
your mother, LaKeisha, and I miss her so much."
"Oh, daddy," She said, hugging me. "I never realized...
Daddy, I love you. You pretty much raised me by yourself
and I owe you so much. I'm going to make it up to you
from now on."
"I love you, too," I replied, kissing my daughter on the
cheek. "Now I think you should go to bed."
"Okay, daddy." LaKeisha stood up as if to go, then
turned back around, smiling mysteriously. "Oh, your
shirt, daddy." She slowly began to unbutton the shirt
from the bottom up.
It didn't take long for me to realize my daughter was
braless. She didn't hesitate in pulling the shirt away
from her huge tits, baring them once more. She let my
shirt fall to the floor. LaKeisha slid off her panties
before crawling over me and slipping under the covers.
"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" I asked.
LaKeisha giggled girlishly. "You told me to go to bed.
Here I am!" She kissed me on the lips awkwardly. "I want
to be your pleasure toy, daddy," she whispered in my
ear.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
My daughter smiled. "I must look like my mother for a
reason..."
I pulled her on top of me as she worked my boxers down.
Soon she had my cock in her hand, stroking it. She
straddled my lap and pulled my t-shirt off of me. She
took hold of my cock and started to lower herself on it.
"It's going to hurt," I warned.
"I know," LaKeisha nodded.
When the head of my cock pierced her pussy lips, she
paused a moment before slamming down on my cock.
LaKeisha grimaced but did not make a sound except to
exhale. She slowly began to ride me. Soon LaKeisha did
make sounds. The moaning kind.
"Oh, daddy, this feels so good! I wish we'd done it
sooner."
I couldn't agree more. It didn't take long for my
daughter to have her first orgasm [which she later
admitted was her very first]. LaKeisha proved to be very
orgasmic. More than her mother ever was.
She came at least two dozen times before I shot my load
up in her. I wasn't done yet. After LaKeisha rolled off
of me I mounted her and stuck my cock back inside of
her. She moaned as I began to fuck her hard. She multi-
orgasmed many times.
We fucked for at least thirty-five minutes before I
filled her womb with my incestuous spew. I rolled onto
my side, pulling my daughter with me as I stayed inside
of her. "I think you were right..." I told LaKeisha.
"About what?" She asked, looking thoughtful.
I kissed her then said, "You do look just like your
mother for a reason..."
THE 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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