I first noticed my sister a little over a year ago, when she was in the seventh grade. I remember her coming up to me, and saying in her sweet, unintentionally arousing voice, “Hey, big brother, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I said, not quite sure what else to say. Me and my sister are pretty close. We’re not best friends or anything, but we talk about our lives to each other, and she sort of idolizes me.

“All of the boys at school are always talking about which girls are the hottest,” said Kelly. “And I have no idea if I’m hot, or ugly, or what. And I figure, you know, you wouldn’t lie to me. So, you know, am I, well, hot?”

I looked at my sister. Regardless of what she actually looked like, I would have said that she was very pretty. But I suddenly realized that she was actually quite attractive. Of course, at the time, I would never have admitted that I thought my thirteen-year-old sister was giving me a boner.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “You know, I’m your brother, so-“

“What difference does that make? You’re still a guy, aren’t you?”

I laughed nervously at my sister’s stubbornness. “Yeah, you look pretty good for someone your age,” I said. “You’ll probably be really- really pretty when you get to high school.” I did not mention the fact that she already looked better than a lot of girls in my class.

“How about these?” asked Kelly. She pulled up her sweater and undid her bra to reveal her tits. They were already big (although still developing then). They were perfectly shaped. Her nipples were small and hard. My boner got even bigger.

“Yeah, Kelly, they’re really… nice,” I stuttered. “Listen, Kelly-“

“Are they big enough?” she said in an inquisitive tone of voice.

“Oh, Kelly, of course,” I said. “They’re perfect.”

Kelly giggled. “Do you want to touch them?”

“Kelly, listen, you’re my sister. We really shouldn’t be…”

Kelly giggled again and grabbed my arms, placing them on her firm tits. “Don’t be shy, big brother,” she said. “Feel your little sister’s tits.”

“They’re nice,” I said, pulling away. “Listen, Kelly, you’re my sister, and you’re four years younger than me. Just trust me, you’re a pretty girl. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Well, fine, then,” said Kelly. She picked up her bra and redid it, and then pulled her shirt back on. “I’ll see you later.” She sounded kind of annoyed.

“Kelly, listen, I…” I started, but she was already gone.

A year had passed since then. Kelly was now an eighth grader, and looked more amazing than ever. I was now an eighteen-year-old senior, and I was noticing my little sister more and more. I knew how wrong it would be to ever get with my sister, but since that day a year ago, I had been fantasizing about it more and more. I half-wished that I had done so a year ago. If I had offered to let my sister give me a blow job, I was sure that she would have complied. But I couldn’t do that. Because incest was wrong.

Right?

Part of the reason I was lusting after my sister was that at eighteen, I was still a virgin. I had made it to third base, but I was anxious to go the rest of the way. I also tended to find that I was into younger chicks. My last girlfriend had been a freshman, which a lot of my friends thought was kind of weird. I didn’t care that much, though. But Kelly was a whole different matter. She had just turned fourteen, and I was sure that she had never so much as given a blow job before. Plus, she was my sister.

But I could hardly stop thinking about her. I snatched bras from her dresser and jerked off in them. I watched her from the window every time she went into the hot tub. I gave her rides to all of her volleyball games just so I could see her in her Spandex.

One day, when I arrived home, Kelly was sitting on the couch. She had her head in her hands, and it looked like she had been crying.

“Kelly, what’s wrong?” I asked.

She took her beautiful head out of her hands, and stared up at me with those beautiful, knowing eyes. “Dave, no one’s asked me to the winter dance, and it’s in only three days. I think all the boys think that I’m ugly.”

“Don’t worry, you’re gorgeous,” I said, truthfully- at that moment, I was picturing her naked. “Guys will be all over you once you get to high school.”

“But I want to go to the dance,” she said. “And if I go by myself, I’ll look like a loser.”

I sighed deeply, and mustered all my courage. “Kelly, I can with you if you want me to. You know, we’re friends and whatever.”

Kelly’s face broke into a smile. “Really?”

I sighed again. “Yeah, sure,” I said.

Kelly hugged me, I pulled her away quickly so she wouldn’t feel my boner against her side. “You’re the best brother ever!” she said.

“I know,” I said, feeling the need to spend a long session in my room with only a certain C-cup to keep me company.

The night of the dance, I stood by the door, waiting for Kelly to come downstairs. I felt like a loser. It was 9:00 on a Friday night, and I was taking my little sister to a middle school dance. I had never wanted to go back to middle school dances after middle school. But there I was. I consoled myself with the fact that at least no one I knew would be there. I didn’t know any of Kelly’s friends or their parents.

“I’m ready,” called Kelly. She came towards me, and I was stunned. She looked completely grown up. She had a black, low-cut dress on that showed quite a bit, and her dress came only to her knees. Her hair was pulled elegantly into a bun.

“You look nice,” I stammered.

“You too,” she said sweetly. “Let’s go.”

On the drive over, Kelly turned down my music.

“Dave, I need to ask you… kind of a favor,” she said.

“What?” I asked reluctantly.

“It’s just this,” said Kelly. “I sort of told all my friends that you’re my boyfriend, not my brother. Because if I told them you were my brother, they’d all think that I was a loser. I told them you’re a senior at Creekwater High School. They were all really impressed. So if you could pretend that we were going out, I’d…”

I groaned. This would be bad enough if I wasn’t secretly strongly attracted to her. “I don’t know, Kelly…” I said.

Kelly gave me a cute, begging face. “Pretty please…”

I couldn’t refuse her. “Fine,” I said. “But next time you want me to go with you to a middle school dance, count me out.”

The two of us entered the school gym. We passed the teachers at the front, who gave me kind of strange looks, but I look kind of young, and they might have thought I was only two or three years older than my date, rather than four. They also almost certainly didn’t suspect that we were siblings. I felt like an idiot.

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked her.

“Just come with me,” she said. She grabbed my hand and pulled me over towards her friends. I was holding my hands with my sister. Was that sexual? Or was she just pulling me in the right direction? Well, maybe if I wasn’t pretending to be her boyfriend, I would have been less worried.

“This is my boyfriend, Dave,” said Kelly. “He’s a senior at Creekwater.”

“Hi,” I said. Two of Kelly’s friends blushed and giggled. They clearly thought that I was hot. I remember middle school well enough to know that.

The next hour was pretty boring. I just stood next to Kelly, holding her hand as she talked to her friends. I was about to ask her when we could get out of there when she announced that she had to use the bathroom and hurried off. I tried not to watch her tits bounce up and down as she left.

That left me with her friends. It was pretty awkward. I didn’t know what to say to them, and they didn’t know what to say to me. Finally, the boldest of them said to me:

“So you’re the Dave that Kelly is always talking about?”

I was mildly surprised. “She’s always talking about me?”

“Oh, yeah,” said Kelly’s friend. “She won’t shut up about you. She always mentions how hot you are, and how much she likes you.”

I wondered about this for a moment. Was Kelly actually attracted to me? No, she must just be bragging to impress her friends. That was it. An image of Kelly naked, begging for me to fuck her harder, filled my mind. I quickly pushed it away.

“So,” continued Kelly’s friend, “have you two done it yet?”

“What?” I asked, suddenly realizing what she was saying. “No! Nothing like that.”

“Really?” asked the friend. “I think that she wants you. You have no idea how many boys she turned down in our class to go with you. She turned down Duke Hawthorne! I would give anything to be with him.”

What? Kelly had turned down other boys to go with me? What was she doing? Was she honestly attracted to her? What would I do if she was? I couldn’t go with her. That wouldn’t be right. I was not going to fuck my fourteen-year-old sister. I couldn’t. I never would…

Kelly returned, but I didn’t have time to say anything to her. “This is my favorite song!” she shouted, as some poppy tune blared. “Let’s dance!” She pulled me out onto the middle of the floor.

She pressed her body up against mine as we danced. I smelled her strong perfume, and felt her hair in my face. She was smiling…seductively? I didn’t know.

“Kelly, what’s going on?” I asked. “Your friend told me that…”

“Shhh, we can talk about it later, Dave,” she said. She pressed my body even further up against me. I had a huge boner by now. As I looked into her sweet face, it became harder and harder to resist. She was everything I wanted in a girl, everything I had dreamed of for a whole year. But I couldn’t have her. I shouldn’t have her.

I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, and she looked into mine. And as the song ended, our mouths somehow moved together (I can’t say who initiated it), and we started kissing. Our tongues moved together, and intertwined. The kiss lasted for almost a minute. When we broke apart, I was staring at her, and she was staring at me. I think maybe there were other people looking at us, I don’t know, I don’t care.

“I want you,” I whispered.

Kelly silently grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the gym doors and into a small hallway. She pulled me into a classroom, turned on the light, and shut the door.

“This is Mr. Elmi’s old room,” she explained. “No one ever comes in-“ I didn’t wait for her to finish. I pressed my mouth against hers, and my body against hers, and we started to make out again. After a while I decided to get adventurous, and I started unbuttoning the back of her dress. As I did this, she reached into my pants and pulled my long, hard, eight-inch dick out of my pants. To make it easier for her, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down. I then pulled her dress down and let her continue to finger my cock.

Our embrace broke briefly. “It’s huge,” she said.

“All because of you.”

I got my first real look at Kelly’s body, which was naked except her bra and underwear. She was very skinny, but not unhealthily so. There were some freckles across her skin, which was light but not pale.

Kelly giggled. “Like what you see, bro?”

“Sure do, little sis,” I said. “But let’s see your tits now.”

Kelly reached back and pulled off her bra. Her tits were much bigger than a year ago, and they looked succulent. They were round and perfectly shaped. I touched them, felt them, embraced them. I couldn’t hold myself back. As she continued to feel my cock, I rubbed, even licked her enormous tits.

Kelly bent into a kneeling position. “Get ready,” she told me. I didn’t need to get ready. I had been ready since that day a year ago, even if I didn’t know it then. Kelly began kissing the end of my cock, stroking it and eventually licking and sucking it. I watched with amazement as she put the entire thing in her mouth, sucking it back and forth. No girl I had ever been with before, not even the ones my age, had accomplished this in my life. I continued to play with her tits as she sucked my cock.

“Come on, little sis! Suck harder!” I half-shouted. “Yeah! Yes!” The cum started to come out, and she was ready. With a few gulps, it was almost all down. As I withdrew my dick, she licked off the last drops from around her lips.

“Wow,” I said. “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

“It was the biggest dick I’ve ever had,” said Kelly.

“I can’t believe we just did this,” I admitted.

“I can,” said Kelly. “I’ve dreamed about it for so long.”

“So have I, I guess,” I said, smiling. “So in your fantasy, what happens next?”

Kelly shrugged, sounding kind of embarrassed. “Well, I have this thing- well, I don’t know what you’d call it- but thinking about it really gets me horny- well, you know…”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You’re sure you won’t think it’s stupid?”

“Listen, I just took my fourteen-year old sister to a middle school dance, pretended to be her boyfriend, and ended up making out with her and getting a blow job from her,” I said. “I don’t think I can judge.”

“I just really like being spanked,” she said.

I smiled. “Just pull your underwear down.” She did so, revealing her nice ass and tight, shaved pussy.

“And let your hair down.” She complied, letting her beautiful, wavy blonde hair fall down around her shoulders. I added my shirt to the pile of clothes now lying on the floor.

I reached out and smacked her in the behind with my palm. She let out a sound halfway between a moan and a scream.

“You’re a bad little sister,” I yelled. “You’re a naughty, naughty, little girl.” I could tell that she was getting turned on. As I smacked her, she would scream, or shout.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yes!”

“You’re a bad, naughty little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes! YES!”

“You need to be punished!”

“Oh, YES! Come on!”

“You’re a bad little sister, aren’t you?”

“Yes, big brother! Yes!”

I turned around, and faced her. She was sweaty and her long hair was in her face. I must have been about the same. We were both unbelievably turned on. I grabbed Kelly and pushed her onto one of the tables in the classroom. “You ready?” I asked.

“Oh, God, yes!”

I shoved my dick into her unbelievably tight pussy and penetrated her hymen, taking her virginity. She screamed.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she panted. “Just FUCK ME!”

I decided to do as she said, pushing back and forth as she screamed with pleasure.

“Kelly…Kelly!” I shouted. She screamed back. A pile of books that had been on the table were pushed off by her wild thrashing. She was absolutely out of control, and so was I.

“DAVE…DAVE!” Her tits bounced around, and her hips gyrated as I fucked her ferociously. There was a look of rapture on her face as she took it, yelling with pleasure. I was briefly worried about someone at the dance hearing, but it was way past eleven by now, and everyone was gone. I pushed in and out, and it was the best feeling I have ever felt. I couldn’t believe that after years of dreaming, I had finally taken my little sister’s virginity.

“OH, GOD, DAVE, HARDER!”

“Kelly…” And then her pussy became tighter and wetter…

“Bro…Dave…”

“Sis…”

And then we orgasmed spontaneously. It was perfect. Streams of cum pulsed from my dick into her pussy.

I pulled my dick out of her, and the two of us just laid there, panting for breath. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I had fucked my little sister. What if someone found out? I glanced over at her. Her long, blonde hair still hung behind her head. She was looking at me with impressed satisfaction.

“I always knew you… wanted me,” she said, still struggling for breath. “We just needed the… the right situation.” She reached over and kissed me on the lips.

“You were incredible,” I said.

Kelly blushed a little. “Thanks. It was pretty amazing. We should probably get home soon. I’m sure Mom and Dad are freaking out.”

I laughed. “Yeah. I don’t think we should tell them what really happened.”

Slowly, we began to gather up our clothes. I helped Kelly put her dress back on and then put my own clothes on. We drove home together and didn’t say much the entire time. Not much needed to be said.

As we arrived home, my dad was standing there. “What took you two so long?” he asked. “It’s almost 12:30.”

I smiled. “Sorry, Dad, the car wouldn’t start.”

“Well, you’re an hour and a half late,” he snapped. “I hope you have better luck getting the car to start next time.”

“Actually,” whispered Kelly to me, “I think the car’s going to have quite a few problems in the next couple of weeks.”

I tried to fill my time with school work and activities like weight lifting during college, but the thought of my daughter always filled my mind. By the time of my college graduation, I could think of nothing but how my daughter was doing so I made up my mind to seek her out and try to start a relationship. I knew it might come with heartaches and hard times, but I decided it was worth the shot. I was twenty five years old when I finally found the foster parents. They were living in a different city now and it took some time to track them down. I found out my daughter’s name was Kelly and she was ten years old now.

I decided I should call and see what the foster parents might think about my coming back into Kelly’s life after all these years. They were good people and understood my situation at the time of the adoption, so I was hopeful this would go well. I was nervous when an older sounding woman answered the phone. I remembered her name to be Julie and I told her my name and she immediately sounded a little nervous. I tried to be as polite and nice as I could and told her I had called to get her confidence and approval before I did anything else. The conversation turned out to be pleasant, but she didn’t think I should see Kelly yet. She said Jacy had not contacted her and she didn’t know of her whereabouts when I asked. She did agree to send photos and information on Kelly to me periodically and that I would be allowed to see her maybe in a few more years when she was older and might understand better. They had told Kelly nothing about the adoption yet. I agree to this and I did get photos and information almost immediately.

The photos kept coming in the next three years and I got to see her grow up in pictures. She was a beautiful little girl with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She was very active and had begun participating in many activities including cheerleading, volleyball, basketball, and softball. She was evidently very good at all of these as I received word of her many awards from each. I was especially interested to learn that she was wanting to get active in weightlifting, because this was one of my favorite activities as well. I guess it gave us some type of connection.

I was still active in weightlifting and had now become very fit. I am about six feet tall and weigh two hundred pounds. I am very muscular and strong and eat healthily and have been complemented on my appearance many times. I guess because of the nature of this story, I should now say that my cock is large. I would say larger than normal based on all the porn movies I had seen. I measured it once out of silly curiosity and it measured to be twelve inches long when fully erect, and it was thick and wide in circumference. I do not consider myself a vain person, but I do see my cock as my best attribute, even though I was scared to use it. I still fought off women who tried to catch my eye and kept my concentration on my daughter to keep my mind off other women. There was one woman I went on a blind date with one time since college. I did it just as a favor to a friend of mine who was dating her sister and needed a double date partner. Her name was Bernice and she was gorgeous. The date had gone well despite my efforts to not be charming. Afterwards, we went back to my friend’s house and he and his date went into the bedroom. I could hear moans and an occasional scream come out of the room and it made me a little on edge trying to sit and talk with Bernice. She was noticeable attracted to me and finally she said "It sounds like they’re having fun in there doesn’t it?" I just smiled and said that it did but she became much more forward.

"We could be having that much fun to."

"I don’t think we should." I said.

"Don’t you like me?"

"Very much, but this is our first date."

"I’m not worried about that." she said.

She was wearing a formal black dress with shoulder straps that tied in the back behind her neck and had her long black hair up. She slowly reached behind her neck and untied the straps. She then folded her arms under her breasts and slowly lowered her arms down along with the top of her dress. She was not wearing a bra and her bare breasts were now fully exposed to me. She has a seductive grin on her face and I was dumbfounded. This was the first pair of live breasts I had seen since I was fifteen and I was astounded at how perfect they were. They were large and firm and her nipples pointed upward toward the ceiling. Her nipples were hard and only slightly lighter in color than her breasts; and there were no visible tan lines, which suggested that she sunbathed in the nude, because of her dark complexion. My cock was almost instantly erect and I was struggling in my seat to hide it. I guess I was very visibly nervous because she reached out, grabbed the back of my head and said "its all right." I was tingling as she pulled my head down onto her left breast and I immediately began to suck on her hard nipple. She was moaning as I began to move my head back and forth, giving attention to each nipple. After several minutes she pushed me back into the sofa and began rubbing my cock through my pants as she fumbled for my zipper. She was really turned on and was moaning loudly. I was about to burst in my pants as she finally undid my zipper and reached in for my cock. I saw her eyes widen as her hand wrapped around my shaft and she struggled a little to free my manhood. Her touches were driving me wild and I quickly stood up and undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles. She had a look of astonishment on her face as my fully erect cock bounced with each pulse of my heart. She said, "You are so big!" and quickly grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. I was in heaven when she finally opened her mouth and I saw the massive tip of my cock penetrate her lips. She began to suck intensely as her tongue worked the underside of my cock head. Then she took her hands off my shaft and gripped my ass. Her head was pumping up and down on as much of my cock as she could fit into her beautiful mouth when I felt my orgasm begin to build rapidly. I reached down and stopped her head and she pulled away. She was looking up at me with confusion as if I had stopped a starving girl from a feast.

"I’m sorry. I am about to cum and I wanted to warn you."

She looked at me with a smile and said, "It’s ok, I want to make you cum. Just sit on the sofa and relax."

With that I sat down and she crawled up between my legs. She was looking into my eyes as she grabbed my cock and began to lick my scrotum. I had never experienced a blowjob in my life and it was more exciting than I could have imagined. After a few seconds, she raised her head and pulled herself closer to me. Her perfect breasts were bouncing lightly as she began to stroke here head up and down my shaft again. I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop her this time as I felt a huge rope escape from the head of my cock. She was still looking into my eyes as I saw them widen from my initial shot of cum. She kept sucking and swallowing the best she could as stream after stream of semen left my body. She was able to swallow most of it, but some did escape the corners of her mouth and slide down to my balls. She promptly licked the spill up and finished the task beautifully. A moment before, I would have done anything to fuck this beautiful creature, but suddenly the reality of my pathetic phobia set in again. She sat back on the floor, wiped her mouth and pulled up her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she began to rub her neatly shaven pussy with her fingers. She then looked at me and said, "I’m all yours. Please fuck me with your beautiful cock."

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen or heard, and still all I could think about was how to escape the situation. As she rubbed her clip with one hand and licked the fingers of her other hand, I could think of nothing but how I had gotten Jacy pregnant twelve years earlier. I was scared again. On the one hand, I wanted to push my cock into her vagina and fuck this beautiful creature until dawn; and on the other hand, I wanted to turn and run out the door and never look back. Not only was she beautiful and sexy, she had proven to have a great personality and be a great person as well. In the end I let my fears overwhelm me once again.

"I’m sorry Bernice, but it’s getting late and I should probably go." I couldn’t believe I was saying it.

She looked at me helplessly and said, "What do you mean? I though you liked me. Have I done something wrong?"

I wanted to tell her my whole situation right then and there, but I didn’t. Instead, I mumbled something about having a big day tomorrow and I pulled my pants up, said sorry, and left. She was still in the floor with a very hurt and confused look on her face as I said goodbye and walked out the door.

That night at home I must have jerked off a half dozen times and kicked myself a half dozen more for what had happened. Part of me wanted to get in a cab and go back to the house in hopes that she might still be in the floor, ready for me to make love to her. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. The reality is that if I was in the same situation again, I would do exactly the same thing. I hated myself for it but it had become impossible for me to fight it off. I thought maybe she is the one I could marry and end this phobia, but I was too scared to try. I was able to have oral sex, but if it came to intercourse, I couldn’t go through with it. I began to realize that it was because of the guilt I felt for Jacy and Kelly and that whole situation, and I could never make myself do anything to possible hurt others the same way. Commitment, I realized, was not exactly a strong suit of mine. In the next weeks and months, I tried to forget about Bernice and concentrate on Kelly, though it was much harder than I had thought it would be. Occasionally I would ask my friend about her, but he would just look at me, shake his head, and say, "You really blew it man." I never went any farther to try to get a better explanation. I took that as enough.

This story takes its twist not long after my date with Bernice. Kelly was thirteen and I was thirty when I received the awful news. First of all Kelly was in Junior High now and was turning into a stunningly beautiful young woman, judging by her pictures. She was still active in all her sports and in cheerleading. In talking to her foster parents on the phone, I would get to see her soon, as they had told her about me and she had become increasingly excited to see me. I was very happy about this and thing were going good until I learned that Kelly’s foster parents had been killed in a car accident. I was devastated not only because I had grown to really know and like them, but also because things were going so well with my visitation hopes. Now things were all askew. I knew Kelly must be devastated and I wanted to run to her for support, but I didn’t know if that would be best. I was still wondering what to do when a couple days later I received a call from a lawyer. He introduced himself as Mr. Styles and asked if I could meet him at his offices the next morning concerning the will of Kelly’s foster parents. I wholeheartedly agreed and I slept very little that night wondering what would happen and if I might actually see Kelly.

The next morning I arrived at Mr. Styles’ offices at eight o’clock sharp. I was as nervous and as excited as I have ever been. When I walked into the office, I saw a young woman sitting in the waiting area and immediately recognized her as Kelly. I went over to her with my heart racing and said "Hello Kelly." She looked very sad and had been crying, but when she looked up at me she immediately jumped from her chair, hugged me hard around the neck, and sobbed.

"Oh daddy, I’m so glad to see you."

I have never been happier or more overwhelmed with emotion in all my life. I was with my daughter finally. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her back, speechless. Finally Kelly broke the embrace and looked down toward my trousers. Then she looked back at me, smiled, and said "He’s waiting for us." Kelly turned around and started for the door of Mr. Styles office. I hadn’t noticed until now that my cock was fully erect. I walked half-bent and fully embarrassed into the office behind my daughter. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was only thirteen, but was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looks mature for her age. Her face looked like something out of Greek mythology. Her breasts were still developing, but were tight and perky, and she was slim, yet very athletic looking. The most amazing thing though was her ass. She had the most perfectly rounded ass I had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of short-shorts that barely covered the curvature of her cheeks, and her legs extending down out of the short legs could not have been sculpted any better. She looked like a model for one of those fitness shows you see on ESPN. I couldn’t believe how I was reacting to her and I felt guilty for it.

The lawyer said that he was the executor of Kelly’s parents will and there was a lot to go over.

"Mr. Meers, you may not know this, but Mr. And Mr. Stoves (Kelly’s foster parents) didn’t have any immediate family left. They came to me about a year ago to draw up their will. Surprising to me, they named you as a major beneficiary to their will. Now I have known the Stoves for many years, and this was shocking to me at first as you may well understand. I hadn’t heard of you before you see. But after hearing the story, it made sense."

"Well thank you Mr. Styles. I consider the Stoves to be close friends of mine."

"I’m sure you do. Now, this is very basic if we can come to an agreement. If you agree to take in Kelly, and if Kelly agrees to live with you until she becomes of age, then I can simply state the terms in the will and we will be done. What do you say?"

I could tell the lawyer was an old friend of the family and conducted himself in a more laid-back manner, and I appreciated it. I had thought of the possibility of Kelly moving in with me since the accident and I knew I wanted that to happen. I just hope Kelly felt the same way. After I expressed as much to Mr. Styles, he turned his attentions to Kelly.

"What do you say Kelly?"

Kelly didn’t speak at first and had a funny look in her eyes. She then said "Mr. Styles, I would like nothing more now than to live with my father."

I was ecstatic, but tried to hold it in. Mr. Styles then proceeded to lay out the terms of the will which, among other things, said that Kelly was to move in with me and all the money of the estate will go to her when she turns eighteen, except for two thousand dollars each month that would be put into my account for the raising of Kelly. Apparently the Stoves were more well-to-do than I had thought. The house would be sold and Kelly would move to me to a city not far away. Kelly wasn’t excited about moving at first, but she soon realized that it was what had to happen.

The next couple of years were strange in an unexpected way. Kelly and I grew close quickly and I was very active in her life, but I couldn’t understand my feelings for her. I loved her like a father, but there was something more. I frequently got erections if I was around her for very long, and I always became erect whenever she would hug me or kiss me. I also still had a problem with my perception of her. I saw her as my daughter, but I also saw her as a beautiful woman living in my home. I actually felt lust for her and this caused me much grief. I began dating more after Kelly moved in, but now I was infatuated with Kelly all the time, even when I was out on dates. This caused a lot of feelings of frustration and guilt. I would often masturbate in bed at night to the though of Kelly. I would fantasize about her in the shower or undressing, or even sometimes having sex. Having moved to a new town, Kelly was still getting to know kids her age and so she spent a lot of time around the house. She often wore skimpy outfits and lounged around so that her clothes would become ruffled and expose even more than they should. This would add to my sexual frustrations, but I couldn’t keep from staring and gawking. I would often have to leave the room for a quick masturbation session. I would return and she would say, "Where did you go for so long." I would just smile and make something up. After a while, she had made a few friends and didn’t spend as much time at home, but she still stayed at home most nights and she never stayed out late. She was a beautiful girl, but seemed to resist boyfriends. I began to hope that she didn’t get some crazy phobia like her old man. I knew the boys must all get hard-ons over her. Otherwise things were quite normal at our home, until shortly after her sixteenth birthday.

I was in my room one day thinking of Kelly and becoming very horny when I decided to take a shower. Kelly was down stairs watching t.v. and I figured now was a good time. I turned the water on, stripped, looked down at my growing twelve-inch cock, and stepped into the shower. I was fantasizing about Kelly and pulling my cock, when I heard Kelly call out my name. I decided to ignore her calls and suddenly became thankful that I had left the bathroom door slightly open. I heard her call once more and then saw the bathroom door open slightly. I looked away quickly. I wanted her to see me stroking my cock as if she weren’t even there. It was the most forbidden of taboos to desire your own daughter, but I couldn’t resist a little voyeurism. The shower door was clear glass and you could see everything. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was still there standing watching me. As I continued, I could see that her hand was inside the skimpy shorts she was wearing and she was rubbing herself. Her other hand was on her breasts. I thought it strange because she could easily be caught if I had said anything, but of course I didn’t, and she didn’t seem to mind a little danger either. The situation was affecting me and I could soon feel my orgasm building. A few seconds later, I was shooting the biggest load of my life all over the shower door, in full view of Kelly. She was still rubbing herself, and I swore I heard her moan as I came. I waited a few seconds and cleaned myself and the shower up a little and Kelly had left. I quickly got out and decided two could play her game. I put on a tight pair of shorts, no underwear, and nothing else as I strode down to the living room. Kelly was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I plopped down beside her. She seemed unusually nervous and I knew why. After a few minutes she looked over at me and said "What are you wearing?"

"Just some comfortable house clothes, why?"

"Dad! It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?"

"No more revealing than what you have on."

"Why with that on, you might as well be naked!"

I smiled and said, "Hey, you wear the skimpiest things I have ever seen a woman wear in my life, and you are lecturing me?"

She just rolled her eyes. We continued to watch t.v. for several minutes and then she floored me with a question I never would have thought she would ask me in a million years.

"Dad, if I did wear nothing around the house, would that be all right?"

I looked at her and was speechless. Could she be serious? Here was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, my daughter nonetheless, and she was asking permission to walk around the house naked.

"You want to walk around naked?" I asked uncomfortably.

Shyly she said, "Well, yeah, if its ok. I guess I am a nudist at heart and just never had the nerve to express it to you."

I thought a minute about how to answer this. I wanted to sound fatherly, instead of like a teenage boy with a hard-on.

"Well, if you really feel that way, I guess its ok. Just around the house though."

"Daddy, it would make me more comfortable if you would join me."

I was really floored now. Not only did my daughter, the object of my fantasies, want to do around naked, she now wanted me to join her. I loved the idea but played it off a little.

"I don’t know about that. You sure it wouldn’t be too weird."

"I don’t think so daddy. Besides, we’re family, aren’t we?"

"But honey, you are still a beautiful woman. Now, I don’t mind the nudism, but you will have to understand that it might make my cock erect to be naked and to see you naked. Is that ok for you?"

She said, "Daddy, I know about that kind of thing and I am fine with it. So do you want to do it now?"

After a little more debate, I agreed. You should have seen her. She quickly jumped up and practically tore her clothes off. All she was wearing was a pair of short-shorts and a tank top so there really wasn’t much to take off, but when she did, I assure you I never took my eyes off. Her breasts were magnificent, much like Bernice’s had been a few years before. They were smaller than Bernice’s but they nipples had the same color tone and the same upward tilt. I was pleasantly surprised to see her pussy was completely shaven and she had an even tan over her body. I didn’t ask where she sunbathed. I decided I could save that for another fantasy some night. I sat and admired her for several seconds, forgetting that I was her father and she was my daughter. She then said, "Daddy? It’s your turn now."

I had almost forgotten and became suddenly nervous. I had a huge erection and now I had to expose it. My daughter was looking eagerly at my crotch, and I began to question the innocence of her motivation. I slowly slid the tight shorts down my muscular legs and then raised up. My balls felt suddenly huge and my cock as pointing strait out from the weight of my twelve-inch erection. Kelly was beautiful. She was fabulously fit and you could make out the six pack in her abs. She had worked out some with me and more at school and you could really see the results in her bareness. We looked at each other for a few intense seconds.

"Isn’t this great daddy?"

"Yeah" I said shyly "I guess it is kinda freeing."

She then sat back down beside me and snuggled up next to me to watch more t.v. I was very uncomfortable, but very horny at the same time. After a while, she asked me another question that make my eyes just about pop out of the sockets.

"Daddy, do you ever masturbate?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I was just wondering. Being naked if freeing me up to ask the hard questions if guess. I have wondered about boys for some time now and thought I would ask you some questions if you don’t mind."

"I guess if it’s in the interest of knowledge I can play along. Yes I do masturbate."

"How much?"

"I guess most every day. I think boys need to more than girls, though I could be wrong."

"I think you are wrong daddy, because I masturbate every day too."

I was astounded by what she was saying but I would soon realize this was just the beginning to a long night of discovery.

"Will you masturbate with me daddy?"

"Now Kelly, you shouldn’t ask me that. That is not the kind of thing a father and daughter should do."

"Why not daddy? We both admitted we do it. Why can’t we learn from each other and help each other out?"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Maybe we could look at some of the porno movies you have while we do it. And maybe even, if you want to, we could help each other do it. You know, I could touch you and you could touch me."

It was all I could do not to take my cock and beat off on her right then and there. I knew it would only take a few seconds, as I could see the precum dripping down my shaft now. Without saying any more, I quickly stood up, grabbed her by the hand, and led her to my bedroom. I sat her down on my bed and pulled a porno from the drawer. I don’t know how Kelly found them, and I don’t care. I was so turned on by the fact that she knew where they were and had undoubtedly used them to masturbate to. I sat beside her and pushed play on the remote. As we watched the sex on the screen, I began to stroke my cock.

"Can I do that for you daddy?"

Without a word, I leaned back and felt Kelly put her small teenage hand on my cock. She then began to stroke it up and down, turning her head back and forth from my cock to the t.v. screen.

"I’m going to try something daddy. Don’t worry."

Before I could ask what she was about to do, I saw her put her mouth around the head of my cock and begin sucking. I was in heaven. I knew it was wrong, but didn’t want it to stop. Kelly raised her head for a few seconds and looking into my eyes.

"I saw you in the shower today daddy. I know what you did and I want you to let me do it from now on. I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you in the lawyer’s office. I felt your huge cock with that first hug and I’ve wanted to feel it again ever since. I’ve wanted to taste it. I want you to fuck me daddy. I want to be your daughter and your wife."

Those words, as much as anything else, caused me to shoot rope after rope of cum all over Kelly’s mouth and face. I was astounded by what she was saying, I couldn’t even speak. To my surprise she licked and drank as much of it as she could. Then she fell back on the bed, spread her legs, and began fingering her pussy.

"Fuck me now daddy. I need more cum. I want you to know that I am your slut whore. I am a virgin, but I know I can take all of your big cock inside me. I know I can! Its why I was born!"

I thought for a moment about my phobia. About how I hadn’t had intercourse with a woman since I was younger than Kelly. About how I couldn’t possibly allow another pregnancy out of wedlock because of me. All of this fluttered and then left my mind. Now all I thought about was fucking Kelly. Fucking the pussy that these balls had been responsible for making sixteen years ago. And if another pregnancy was in the cards....so be it! She was my daughter AND my wife now. If she were to get pregnant, I was in a position to raise the child now. Kelly could be a mother at sixteen and I could be her motherfucker. I could be a father twice. A father and a grandfather at the same time. I thought about how wonderful that could be as I positioned myself between Kelly’s legs, my cock still covered in cum and saliva. I leaned down and tasted her beautiful pussy. It was smooth and young. It showed not clit, no labia, only a smooth mound with a tight little slit. I forced my tongue between the slit until I found the covered clit. I tickled it and sucked it. Kelly’s moans quickly turned to screams as I beamed with pride. She was loving my kisses and so I continued. I licked and sucked he clit until she bucked wildly on the bed. I hooked my arms around her legs and buried my tongue into her slit, running it up and down. I lifted her ass occasionally to taste her ass, her beautiful perfect ass. I was like a machine. Every time she would cum and her clit became sensitive, she would beg me to stop and fuck her.

"OH GOD PLEASE, ENOUGH DADDY, PLEASE STOP AND SHOVE YOUR COCK IN!"

This is when I would speed up my tongue and quickly get her going again.

"OH YES, YESSSSS, OH FUCK DADDY, YOUR TONGUE IS SO GOOD!"

After at least a half dozen orgasms, I quickly raised up, took my cum-soaked cock in my hand, and guided it to her velvety soft pussy. It was more than lubed and ready with her cum and my saliva, that the head of my cock slipped in easily. It was the rest that was a challenge.

"Don’t stop pushing it in daddy, no matter what I say, I want it all!"

I took her words to heart and began my quest. My cock slit about a quarter in before her eyes widened and she screamed out "OH GOD!" I know I was at the hymen and I pushed through. She screamed out "OH FUCK" and tears streamed down her face. I continued on as she bit her lip in pain. She looked so sexy. She was sweating all over and her make-up was messy. She had been crying, but I knew it was what she wanted. After all, she was my slut whore now. Her body was perfect, shimmering in the light of the room and her beautiful legs were wrapped tightly around me. Every now and then she would squeeze her legs so tightly, I would struggle for air, but I never quit pushing. Not until I felt my pelvis make contact with hers and my balls rested gently on her tight little perfect ass. She was moaning loudly, and hadn’t noticed that I had stopped. Her eyes were glassed over and she seemed to be in a dream when I took her head in my hands and looked at her. She looked back.

"You did it sweethearts. You took all of daddys twelve inches! I’m so proud of you!"

She smiled up at me and then grabbed my head and pulled my lips down to hers. She opened her mouth wide as we shared a long kiss. It was probably my favorite part of the whole night. My first passionate kiss with my daughter. It was more personal somehow and I was in heaven. As we kissed, I pulled my cock part-way out of her smooth, tight pussy and then quickly shoved it back in. She broke our kiss to scream out as I started to rhythmically plunge my cock in and out of her tight hole. He pussy felt fantastic, though I hadn’t had much to base it on. This was only the second pussy my cock had entered in my life. Ironically enough, the only other time was that night in back bedroom of my best friends house when I was fifteen. That pussy belonged to the mother of the pussy I was now fucking. And I will have to say that Jacy was only able to take in about half of my cock. Her daughter had her beat in that department. After a few minutes on top of Kelly, I decided to change position. I grabbed her and rolled over until I was on my back and she was on top. She instinctively raised up and began bouncing on my cock. We continued to fuck in many positions until finally settling on doggy position. This position was driving her wild and I could feel my orgasm cumming. I yelled out, "Baby, I’m cumming!" and to my surprise, Kelly quickly pulled away, turned around, and stuffed as much as my cock into her mouth as she could. I came hard, even harder than the first time and she gagged. To my surprise she didn’t spill any cum and drank it all down.

"Sorry daddy, but I had to taste you again. I think I’m a cum whore!"

"That’s perfectly fine sweety, you have as much as you want."

She continued to suck my cock long after I came. I was wondering what she was doing and if maybe she hadn’t had enough yet. I asked her if she wanted more cock.

"Oh yes daddy, but this time I want it in my asshole."

I was stunned. I said "I don’t know baby, daddy might hurt you there."

"I can take it daddy! I know I can!"

I smiled at the childish manner in which she spoke, but I wasn’t about to tell her no. I told her to go to the bathroom and get the Vaseline out of the cabinet. I then bent her over the bed and put a generous about on her nice little asshole. I coated my cock with the Vaseline as I plunged my thumb in and out of her ass. When I thought it was ready, I stuck my cock at the hole and told Kelly to get ready. I quickly pushed and my cock slid about a quarter of the way in. She yelled out in pain and then said, "Don’t stop daddy, keep going, fuck my ass." I did just as she said and after several minutes, I was fully in my daughters ass. She has cried again but said how much she loved it. He ass had stretched out well and took all of my cock, even though it felt like my cock was in a vise. I slowly fucked Kelly for what must have been twenty minutes as she rubbed her clit. She must have cum a dozen times more, and I even thought she passed out for a few seconds there. She really was a slut whore, my slut whore, and I loved it. This time I selfishly came in her ass without warning. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside her. It was great. Afterwards she wanted to taste my cock, so she sucked my soft cock for a few more minutes until it was clean of all the cum and lube. It couldn’t have tasted to good I thought, but she seemed to love it, as all slut whores do.

I think she would have wanted more, but my cock had all it could take for one night. I had to promise her the next day I would fuck her more, and she seemed to take it ok. She was quite a site. Makeup all messy, drenched with sweat and cum, pussy and asshole stretched. She was all mine. Yessir, all mine. Wife and daughter. We showered, kissed, talked about the future, things couples do. I finally wasn’t afraid anymore. If she did get pregnant, I hope for a little girl. A dad and a grandad. That would be nice. And all my fantasies could be lived out. The only thing better than one slut whore at your beckon call, is two slut whores at your beckon call.

           “Baby
Girl, it’s time.”

           He
always called me that. He was in my bed, holding me in his strong arms. I woke
up dazed, confused and a little bit scared.

           I
must have been deeply asleep for a long time. All the lights were off but there
were a lot of candles flickering about my room. Some soft music I had never
heard before was playing on my CD player. I could smell the same sweet delicate
odor I used to smell coming from the master bedroom on some nights when Mom was
still alive.

           He
kissed my forehead again.

           “Daddy,”
I screamed and tried to push him away. “What are you doing? Time? Time for
what?”

           He
was too strong to push away so I tried to pull away from him and jump out of
bed but he was too quick and too strong. It was like he knew what I was going
to do before I did it. As I struggled and screamed he just held me, not enough
to hurt but enough to make sure I couldn’t get away.

           “It’s
time for you to learn about the pleasure that comes from men and women sharing
their bodies with each other. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Baby
Girl?”

           Of
course I understood. I was young but I wasn’t stupid.

           “No”
I screamed at him. “You’re my father. You, you can’t do this to me Daddy.
Fathers aren’t supposed to going around raping their daughters. Stop. Let me
go. Let me go!”

           I
fought him. At least I tried. He held me so close that my punches didn’t have
any force. I couldn’t get any power behind my kicking and kneeing either. My
nails were far too short to be effective weapons. I even tried to bite him.
Nothing worked. Just because he was an independent software analyst working out
of a home office didn’t mean he was a wimp. He was strong, agile, and fast.

           His
voice finally penetrated my brain through my screams. He was calmly whispering,
“Honey, it’s going to happen. It’s going to happen.”

           Those
words sent a chill through me and took all my strength away. As far back as I
could remember, those five words had always settled everything, good or bad.
They ended all discussion, dispute or disagreement. Any further struggle or
protest would be futile. I knew my daddy was going to rape me and there wasn’t
anything I could do stop him.

           “Go
ahead, rape me. I’ll tell the police and go to court and hope you rot in jail.”
I screamed at him and called him all the names a thirteen year old knew. The
tears turned from a trickle to a flood.

           He
just held me for a moment. Then he whispered, “Baby Girl, you can hate me all
you want for as long as you want, but I want your first time to be a good time
with someone who loves you and knows what he is doing. I don’t want you ripped
open by some pimply faced kid who isn’t concerned about you and who just wants
to get his rocks off so he can brag to his buddies.”

           “Sure,”
I tried to spit in his face. “This is just for me. What a great first time,
being raped by my father. You’re just a dirty old man who gets off on raping
young girls and it’s even better if it’s your daughter!”

           He
chuckled. Can you imagine that? He chuckled!

           “Oh,
Baby Girl, of course I’ll enjoy you. I am after all a man, but if all I wanted
was a little bit of chicken I could buy all it off the street.”

           Then
he began to softly stroke my hair. His touch was the same gentle fatherly touch
I had felt all of my life. His kisses on my forehead and cheek were the same as
they had always been.

           Daddy
lifted my chin. I could feel his looking at me but I kept my eyes squeezed
tightly shut. I didn’t want to see him. I wanted to die. The tears continued to
flow down my cheeks even though I had stopped sobbing. His soft lips tenderly
kissed my eyes. “Kissing the tears away” was what he used to call it when I
would run to him crying because I’d fallen or something had frightened me.

           My
conscience mind rebelled as he continued to kiss my eyes and cheeks but another
part felt safe, warm and even secure. I smiled and hated myself for it as he
nibbled the end of my nose as he did when I was just a little kid. His lips
tenderly brushed against my own before his tongue gently parted them.

           I
had been kissed by boys a few times before but this was different. The boys
about my age tried to mash your face in. The older boys seemed like they were
trying to choke you with their tongues. My daddy wasn’t like that. His kiss was
an invitation. I found myself unclenching my teeth to welcome his tongue into
my mouth. He didn’t go much further past my teeth before pulling back and
lovingly running his tongue along my lips. My own tongue followed his and when
they touched, a circuit somewhere in my body closed. A current shot through me.
He sucked my tongue into his own mouth, released it, and kissed my bottom lip
and then my neck.

           A
soft moan escaped from my parted lips. My body squirmed.

           One
hand embraced me while the other soothingly caressed my shoulders, then my
back. He traced my spine to my butt. His fingers lightly traced the fissure of
my rear before stroking the back of my thigh. He wasn’t groping blindly. He
moved up my side and cradled one of my small breasts in one hand while lowering
his head to the other.

           I
was still wearing my nightshirt but I could feel the pressure of his lips as he
took my nipple into his mouth. Another circuit closed and fire shot through me.
My nipples were so hard. I couldn’t breath.

           “Daddy,
no, this is wrong.” I was gasping.

           Tightening
his lips around my nipple he began flicking it with his tongue, completely
ignoring my protest. He nibbled and sucked my little A-cup breasts, moving his
mouth from one to the other. His free hand roamed all over me, caressing me,
stroking my back, thighs, butt and stomach. Touching me, touching me
everywhere, I clinched my legs and found my panties wet. I didn’t want him to
touch me down there but tightening my thighs made my soaked panties push and
rub against my opening sending throbbing pulses through me.

           Moving
quicker than even I thought he could move, he grabbed the waist band of my
panties and pulled them down to my knees. He knelt beside me and with one
strong arm he lifted my legs and bent me almost double. I couldn’t do anything
as he pulled my panties off.

           He
shifted his position again. My screams of protest turned to guttural moans as
the lips that once covered my nipples pushed back the protective hood of the
little button hidden in the folds between my legs. His tongue circled that
bundle of nerves and I lifted my hips to his mouth. I had never felt anything
like that before. My body shuddered and I could feel juices flowing out of me.
I just kept gasping and moaning as he lapped my slit. I could hear him softly
slurping as he drank from me. His tongue wandered everywhere down there. It
pushed and circled my button, traced my lips before pushing against the little
flap of skin that blocked the entrance to my tunnel. He licked me up and down.
Sometimes he’d force the hood back and take my button between his lips, sucking
it hard while stabbing it with the tip of his tongue.

           My
body was on fire. My blood was boiling and my mind confused. He’d let my legs
down but I kept them as wide apart as I could for him. I’d grab his head to
pull him away only to push him to another spot where I needed his lips and
tongue. My lips would form the word “No” but it would only come out “Oh-h” as
I’d lift my hips and push against his face. I wanted him to stop, honest I did,
but I knew I would die if he did.

           “Daddy,
Daddy, oh, please, right there, right there, Oh-h Daddy.”

           I
felt the bed move as he shifted his weight. I thought I heard a snapping sound.
Later I figured out he was removing his pajama bottoms, but all I knew then was
that his head was no longer between my thighs and I was still burning.

           Opening
my eyes, I saw his face glistening with the liquid from my kitten. He lowered
his fact to mine and kissed me. I thought I would be repulsed but it wasn’t
gross at all. I could taste and smell me on his face. Our tongues played again.
I was ashamed by the pleasure I felt as we explored each others mouths. I liked
my juice from his cheek and joyfully received his tongue, sucking on it has he
did mine.

           He
took my bottom lip between his own and as he nibbled it I felt something hard
pressing between the folds of my kitten’s slit. His strong hands were holding
my legs wide open. I knew what that hard probing thing was but before I could
move, before I could panic, before I could even take a deep breath, I felt a
sharp stabbing pain.

           He
was in me. He was in me. Sliding into me. Deeper, deeper. Stretching me,
forcing me open for the first time. Hard, so hard, thick, thick, and going
deeper into me. Filling me. Filling me up. My daddy’s dick was filling me up.
His hands keeping my legs apart, so wide apart. Making me take all of him
inside of me. Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, but never stopping. In me, in me.
Colored flashbulbs firing without pattern in my mind

           “Daddy!
Daddy! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh, Daddy!”

           Stretching,
stretching. So big, so hard and thick and deep inside of me. All the way up
inside of me. I’m full, I’m so full.

           He
eased my legs down but I couldn’t move. I lay pinned to the bed with him
between my legs and totally inside of me. I was panting like a dog on a hot
July day. My body was quivering and shaking. With each twitch I could feel him
within of me.

           Shifting
his weight again, he began to slowly pull out of me. I was still gasping but I
though it was over. I was glad but sort of disappointed. I had expected more.
It didn’t hurt a lot, but I didn’t see any big deal.

           When
he was a little more than half way out he slowly started to push it back into
me again.

           “O-o-o
Daddy,” I moaned as I felt his hardness filling me once more. Again, he was all
the way inside of me. Then he began pulling back. When he began his push again,
I was prepared for it. I held my breath as he thrust into me.

           The
pattern was established. Slowly he would pull back to slowly push in to slowly
pull back, over and over again. I began to rock with him, to open my legs
wider. I began to savor the feeling of fullness of him inside me. I was so wet.
I could feel it running from my slit and trickling between the cheeks of my
behind. I began lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

           I
needed him in me. I needed that thick hard flesh stuffed inside of me. I ground
myself into him. Pushing hard against him, gasping each time he plunged into
me. He would pull almost completely out of me before unhurriedly slipping it
in. He was making me crazy.

           “Faster
Daddy. Harder, harder. Put it deep in me Daddy, deep in me.”

           He
heard me and started driving his hard shaft into me faster and faster.

           “Yes,
yes, Daddy,” I screamed. I moaned. I felt a series of spasms rocking my body as
he FUCKED me. Yes, I knew the word. I had heard it before but now I really knew
what it meant. I could feel him pounding into me. My breasts were bouncing from
the force of his thrusts. His big dick, so hard and thick, slamming into me. My
body was out of control. The muscles of my tunnel were contracting around his
thickness. My legs wide open but my feet on the bed driving my hips up to meet
him. I was screaming “Daddy, Daddy” again and again. I was crying, dieing,
gasping, tearing at him, whimpering.

           Faster…Faster…Harder…

           I
could hear him moaning “Baby Girl, oh my Baby Girl.”

           He
seemed to grow harder and push even deeper into my newly opened gash. His
strokes were long and hard. I could feel his balls slapping against me. We were
both moaning and screaming. My legs were stretched so wide I didn’t have any
leverage to grind my tight slippery slot against him, but I wanted to. Boy, how
I wanted to. I wanted to get every one of his pile-driving thrusts as deep into
me as I could.

           “Daddy,
Daddy, Daddy!”

           “Baby
Girl, so tight, so sweet Oh, Oh!”

           He
rammed into me hard, hesitated a second and then slammed into me again.

           “Ahh,
ahh, Oh, shit,” he screamed. A sob came from his parted lips. I felt him
tremble inside me as he exploded. His body shuddered. I felt even fuller as he
spilled his juice. He didn’t move. He stayed rammed up inside me as he fired
load after load.

           As
he began to gently kiss my face, I could feel the overflow seeping out of me as
he softened. He stroked my hair. Daddy told me how much he loved me and how
well I had moved from virgin hood.

           Finally,
he slipped totally out of me. He moved from between my thighs and lay beside me
holding my hand. We didn’t speak. The soft music was still playing as the
candles flickered. A musky odor now mingled with the sweet smell of incense.

           I
felt warm and peaceful but every muscle was tired for the exertion. I was
exhausted. My kitten, or was it now a cat, felt battered and sore, but still
tingled pleasantly. I had to pee but didn’t think my legs could hold me.

           Rolling
over, I laid my head on my Daddy’s chest. I slowly rubbed his taunt muscled
stomach. I was curious. I wanted to see and touch what he had put inside of me
but I wasn’t quite ready.

           “Daddy?”

           “Yes,
Baby Girl.”

           “After
I go to the bathroom and rest a little, can we do that again?”