Chapter 14 – Doing Daddy

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A block and a half away and somewhat earlier in the afternoon, Stephanie had watched through her front window for a long time as her brother and Melissa disappeared together down the street. She wrestled with her feelings: loneliness now that Melissa was gone away, the fear and uncertainty caused by her father's ambiguous and contradictory behavior, the overpowering and excruciating desire she felt whenever she was around him, the fierce determination to make him her first lover. But the longer she hesitated, the more the urge to simply get it over with one way or another predominated. Swallowing hard, she finally turned away from the window and went in search of her father.

She found him in the family room, though he didn't seem to be aware of her as she stood motionless in the doorway. He appeared to be trying to keep up the pretense of reading one of his architectural magazines, but she realized that his eyes were not on the page but rather focused vaguely in front of him. He seemed to be having some sort of discomfort, for he kept fidgeting and twisting his body slightly on the sofa. It almost appeared as if he was having some sort of argument with himself; his lips would move slightly and then he would suddenly squirm in his seat.

But she was startled and intrigued when she noticed her father's hand steal into his lap and begin to stroke his prick through the material of his pants. Suddenly the man yanked his hand away from his crotch and shook his head in a kind of shudder. Hardly daring to breathe, Stephanie remained motionless at the entry to the room, watching his decidedly unusual behavior with rapt fascination.

Twice more the lanky, goateed man repeated the same pattern: trying to read, then staring off into space, then stroking himself through his pants. The third time he did so it was obvious even to his daughter from her position slightly behind him that his huge organ had swollen into a full hard-on, straining the material of the clothing in a precarious way. When for the third time her father snatched his hand away from his lap, Stephanie decided that the time was as good as she was likely to find to put her desperate plan into action. Taking a moment to strategically adjust the front of her sheer, satin robe so that it was just barely held closed by the belt – and loosely tied, for good measure – she walked briskly into the room and plopped down on the sofa next to the man without pausing to wait for acknowledgement let alone an invitation to sit. She was determined to drive whatever was going on between her and her father to a resolution right then and there.

John Muller started when his twelve-year-old daughter landed without warning beside him. He had been so engrossed in his own mental turmoil, struggling to master the lewd and incestuous desires that were growing stronger with each passing hour in his fevered brain, that he had not even heard her approach. Yet despite his efforts to repress what he knew to be hideous and disgusting thoughts, reminding himself that he had already taken such liberties with his daughter as well as his daughter's best friend that he was already liable to be arrested and locked away for decades, the images of the past forty-eight hours kept assaulting him.

He thought of the feel of his daughter's smooth skin as he had nearly stripped her naked and thrust his fingers into her tender young cunt as he danced with her in their darkened living room. He remembered the succulent feel of Melissa's full and firm breast upon which she had so invitingly placed his hand as they kissed passionately while all the time his daughter was grinding her pussy back and forth along his cock and then actually took it in her hand and stroked it. And the way his daughter had called out for him – for him! As her newly found lesbian lover drew orgasm after screaming orgasm from her as he'd stood mutely outside her door, ejaculating his seed onto the floor in helpless tribute to her nymph-like spell.

She'd deliberately touched his hard organ again the next morning as she and her young lesbian lover emerged from their raucous lovemaking in the bathroom the next morning. And Stephanie had even eagerly stroked his prick again as he drove her to her piano lesson while he lewdly thrust his hand under her blouse and caressed her tiny breasts, accompanied by the unmistakable sounds and smells of hot sex emanating from the back seat where his son and Melissa were uninhibitedly pleasuring each other. He thought of the full, soft feel of Melissa's body and ass under his wandering fingers as they kissed obscenely in his car parked in front of her house. He remembered the stunningly gorgeous vision of Melissa's older brother descending the stairs shortly after he was treated to the amazing and delightful view of their beautiful mother Margaret's obviously shaved cunt as she started down the same stairs. And finally – and this was the image that he could not get out of his head no matter how hard he tried – the sight of his daughter and her best friend naked on her bed, their heads between each other's legs! He had barely been able to keep from flinging himself atop them and ravaging them both on the spot.

Since Stephanie's mother, Kim, had died over four years ago, his sex life had consisted of nothing but masturbation to the accompaniment of his rather extensive collection of pornographic videos – many of them home made and featuring his wife and him with a fairly impressive variety of partners of both sexes. But now in the space of less than two days he had suddenly been exposed to more incredibly lascivious erotic stimulation than he'd known since the wildest days of orgies with his departed wife. He'd always had an unusually intense sex drive – his wife used to joke that it matched the size of his prick – and the past two days had reawakened all of the feelings that had been slumbering since her passing. And now he had somehow agreed to not only take Margaret to the airport the next weekend but to keep both her deliciously young and sexy children with him for the week. He had no idea whatsoever how he was going to keep from doing something unconscionable that whole time.

However, at the moment he had a more immediate problem. His sweet preteen daughter who reminded him so tantalizingly of her late mother was now cuddling up to him, wrapping her arms around him and sliding a bare, exquisitely smooth leg over his and her firm thigh was pressed decisively into his huge, raging hard-on. Dear God, he thought with a mental gasp, the front of her robe had come completely undone and her entire body lay exposed to his roaming eyes, from the subtle shadows of her clavicle down to the fine, dark hairs of her virgin, nubile cunt. He could see glistening drops of moisture within the folds of her pubescent, twelve-year-old cunt lips and his imagination instantly tormented him with the thought that it could be the lingering saliva from her lover Melissa's tongue, a thought which caused his cock to twitch in agonized desire. His daughter responded to the lewd movement by slowly starting to slide her thigh up and down against the stiff shaft through his trousers.

He knew, as surely as he'd ever known anything, that he should get up and walk, no – run away from the uncontrollable temptation his sexually maturing young daughter presented him with. He actually managed to make one feeble effort to rise, but Stephanie clung to him with such fierce intensity that he knew it would be awkward and difficult to persist. The realization that he didn't know how long she'd been observing him before sitting down unsettled him – what if she'd seen him touching his own cock? Was she worried or upset about that? Did she need to talk? He knew he couldn't just keep running away every time she entered the room.

With a resigned gulp, the older man put his arm around his seventh-grade girl and asked, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

The young girl shuddered and whispered, "Just hold me, okay?"

John's heart melted inside him and he wrapped his other arm around her and softly kissed the top of her head. The fragrance of her hair made his head swim, but he managed to inquire, "What is it, love? Are you sad because Melissa's gone off with your brother?"

She looked up at him with wide, dark eyes, full of indecipherable emotion and nodded mutely before adding, "Partly. But it's okay, `cause I know they need to have some time together, too."

He kissed her forehead once and meant to kiss it again but his daughter had quickly turned her face up and his kiss landed full on her lips. Instantly the twelve-year-old reached up to cradle his head and pull it into her so that what he had intended to be a fatherly peck quickly developed instead into an open-mouthed kiss of raw passion. Stephanie thrust her tongue into his mouth so abruptly that he had no choice but to accept it – and in truth, he wanted nothing more than to surrender to the temptation of such a kiss. All the pent-up frustration and desire that had been burning away at him dissolved into a white-hot, searing wave of lust that battered against his beleaguered self-control and his tongue answered hers quite as if it had already made up its own mind. He savagely thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth and entwined it around hers as his lips worked and squirmed against the soft, tender lips of his preteen daughter. His hands began to drift of their own volition down her body, caressing her back through the silky material of her skimpy robe.

The girl moaned in unbridled arousal and flung herself into the fervent kiss for all she was worth, her bare, overflung leg now blatantly rubbing his iron-hard cock, causing his hips to involuntarily push back in incestuous response. Stephanie stroked the side of his cheek and ran her fingers through his thick shock of dark hair as she plunged her tongue back into his mouth momentarily, only to retreat and suckle his tongue greedily when he thrust it once more between her invitingly parted lips. Both their breathing was rapidly increasing in volume and intensity and John was startled to realize that he could actually feel his little girl's heartbeat pounding in staccato answer to that of his own jack-hammering thudding where her bare chest was pressed tightly against his side.

He was in a delirious haze of excitement and obscene desire and he abandoned all pretense of trying to hold back. His fingers stroked and caressed her lithe young body wherever they wanted and she made no protest, not even when they moved around to her sides and under the front edge of her loosely hanging robe. If anything, his boldness only made her kiss him all the harder and her left hand stole slowly down his torso. It paused briefly to stroke and tease his nipples through the cloth of his shirt, and he answered by sliding his free hand up inside her robe to tweak one of her tiny but very hard nipples as well.

It was only when the pubescent girl's fingers wandered still lower and began to touch and lightly stroke the head of his enormous, rigid prick where it was periodically accessible despite her rhythmically caressing thigh against the throbbing shaft that he broke off the kiss and pulled away from her. They regarded each other with wild, lust-filled eyes, both of them panting heavily. Neither of them moved; he neither pulled his hand away from her small, firm nude breast nor did she take hers away from where it rested in his lap, cupped over the head of his straining rod.

John knew that this was the last chance to do the right thing, the responsible thing, and get up and leave, admonishing his daughter that they shouldn't, they couldn't behave that way with each other. He knew it, oh, he knew it. But damn it, she had her hand on his cock! How was he supposed to do the right thing when it was as obvious as a roadblock that his little girl wanted him as much as he wanted her?

Stephanie was the first to speak. "Thank you," she whispered softly, and there were tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"Why thank me?" her father managed to croak in puzzlement when his gasps had subsided enough for him to speak.

"For kissing me like that," the dark-haired girl answered with a weak but tender smile, "And for not getting up and leaving the room again when I came in."

"Oh, baby, baby," he sighed, his heart breaking at the realization of how much his attempts to keep from doing something worse had hurt her feelings. "I just – I just, well, I just didn't want things to get out of hand."

"Oh, daddy!" she cried plaintively, "I thought you didn't love me anymore! Even though you said it was okay that I could, you know, be with Melissa and all, I thought maybe you were disgusted with me or hated me or something!" She started to sob in earnest.

"Never!" he protested vehemently and he kissed her quickly for emphasis. "I could never hate you – I love you so much that, well, that's the problem. I love you too much."

She sniffled and regarded him quizzically through tear-blurred eyes. "I don't understand. How can you love me too much? I love you so much I feel like I'm going to explode, but I don't feel like I love you too much. Isn't love a good thing? You always said it was."

"Yeah, love is a good thing, sweetheart," he answered miserably. "It's just that I love you in ways that I shouldn't – ways that a father shouldn't love his daughter."

"Well, so what?" the seventh-grader demanded. "What if-" and she stopped and swallowed hard, "What if I love you in ways that a daughter shouldn't love her father?" Her eyes were wide and her breathing had started to increase again. She squeezed the head of his still-stiff, huge cock through his pants just in case there was any doubt of her meaning.

"I don't know!" he blurted, his voice cracking with desperation, "I know that neither of us is supposed to feel the way we do about each other and we sure as hell aren't supposed to do the things we've been doing with each other, and I'm supposed to be the grown-up and stop us from doing things that I know are wrong, but I just can't!" he almost yelled. "And you're not helping!" he finally shouted accusingly.

At this, the young girl's tears, which had started to subside, burst out anew. "I knew it! I knew you'd think I was some sort of disgusting little pervert. I knew you really do hate me!" she blubbered between great, wracking sobs.

John shook his head in confusion and indecision. He pulled her tightly to him and squeezed him in a tremendous hug. "I don't, I don't, I don't," he consoled her repeatedly, planting kisses over her hair, forehead, nose, and cheeks. "I don't hate you and I don't blame you. And I can't stop loving you the way I do even though I know it's wrong, and I don't know what I can do!" he moaned.

She raised her head to regard him intently if a trifle blearily. "What you can do is kiss me again," she declared in an unsteady voice. "Kiss me again like you did a minute ago."

"I – I can't; I shouldn't," he protested weakly but at that moment Stephanie's robe, which had been slipping precariously down her shoulders, slid softly down her back. She wriggled her slender shoulders and the robe and the flimsy cloth pulled completely away from her body, leaving her naked in his arms. He swallowed in chagrin at the sight of the young girls small but budding tits rising from the satiny, olive skin of her chest.

"Please, Daddy," she begged in desperation. "Please don't get up and run away from me again. I couldn't stand it." She reached out once more and firmly pulled his lips closer and closer to hers. "Don't think, Daddy. Just kiss me. Kiss me like you love me, not like you hate me. Please, Daddy!" her voice was almost a whisper as the older man helplessly allowed his lips to be drawn closer and closer to the forbidden taste of his daughter's tender and oh, so willing mouth.

Their lips touched.

And this time, buoyed by the intense emotion they had just undergone, the effect was electric.

John felt like a barrage of cannon fire had gone off in his guts as a torrent of wild, unquenchable desire poured through him making every nerve in his long-limbed, hard body tingle with arousal. Their lips flowed together effortlessly, their tongues snaking deeply into the liquid depths of each other's mouths, thrusting frantically down each other's throats, rhythmically plunging in and out in lascivious promise of what they both knew they wanted so badly with each other. His hands ran ceaselessly over the full expanse of her supple, virgin flesh, exploring every curve, every fold and finally pushing presumptuously into her hot and very moist crotch.

"Ohhhhh! Yes, Daddy!" she moaned with delight, "Touch my cunt! I've been wanting you to touch me there again so bad since you danced with me that I've been going out of my mind!" and she spread her thighs apart in brazen invitation for him to continue his incestuous ravishment.

Her father wasted no time in sliding his strong, thick fingers into the soggy folds of her pubescent twat. "So wet!" he murmured in stunned amazement, "So incredibly wet!"

"Uh-huh," his daughter agreed with a distracted smile as the older man plunged a finger deeply up into her slick cunt hole, making her gasp in lewd ecstasy. "I'm all wet for you, Daddy. You – hunnngghhh! You make me – gahhhhh! You make me that way!" she groaned as her father began a slow, rhythmic probing of her vagina.

Their lips came together once more and the young girl greedily sucked her father's thick, wet tongue into her mouth, deliberately swallowing the saliva that flowed from it so she could drink him into herself. Her breath hissed noisily through her nostrils as she panted rapidly, her heart thudding with almost unbearable excitement as she felt his fingers thrusting into her yearning, drenched pussy. The older man began to plunge his tongue into his twelve-year-old daughter's mouth in the same slow, sensuous rhythm that his fingers were ravishing her virgin cunt hole and she responded with a long, muffled moan.

John's other arm was around his young offspring's back supporting her against him but he still managed to worm the fingers around her side enough to caress the side of her tiny breast and graze the tip of her rigidly erect nipple, causing the pubescent girl to suck in her breath sharply through flared nostrils each time. Her mouth, however, continued its lewd suckling of her father's thick tongue as it slid slowly but insistently in and out between her eagerly parted lips.

Stephanie began to rock her hips involuntarily, undulating them to the rhythm of her father's slow, incestuous probing and the man gradually started to increase the tempo.

"Ooooohhhhh!," she sighed, breaking off their fervent kiss and allowing her head to loll back against the crook of her father's strong arm as excited tingles spread throughout her lithe young body from the slick recesses of her incestuously violated cunt hole. "Hunnnggg! Shit, Daddy, that's so good. I- haagghh! I love the way you – unggh! The way you touch me!"

"I'm glad, sweetheart," John murmured. "I hope that means you know I don't hate you," he added with a weak smile.

The seventh-grade child nodded her head in agreement, though her eyes rapturously rolled back in her head as a particularly intense flash of sexual pleasure shot through her when her father softly tweaked her turgid clit for emphasis.

"Hoh!" she exhaled sharply as her father drove his finger rapidly in and out of her juvenile vagina for several strokes before resuming his previous, slow pace. "No, Daddy," she whispered when she was able to catch her breath once more, "No, I can tell you don't hate me. Haaagggghhh! Oh, shit, yes, just like that! Do it just like that!" she encouraged him as he added the motion of his thumb directly onto her swollen clitoris, rotating it languorously while his finger continued to penetrate her oozing hole.

Reassured that his actions were welcome and pleasing his preteen daughter, John began to unhurriedly increase the pace of his obscene thrusting into her drenched cunt slit while beginning to rain soft, wet kisses on her cheeks, lips, earlobes and neck, causing the young girl to arch her back in ecstasy, her smooth, nubile flesh reveling in each new incestuous sensation. Her groans increased in frequency, punctuating the rapid intensification of her breathing, her gasps rattling in her throat as her heart pounded in her slender chest.

Turning more lengthwise on the sofa, the randy young father began to ease his twelve-year-old child's body onto her back, all the while covering her body with kisses and little, passionate licks of his wet, strong tongue, working down from her neck to her shoulders and chest, lingering to suckle and lash her small but very hard nipples.

Stephanie was beside herself with excitement and fevered lust. All her fantasies were coming true and she shut out anything in her mind but the deliciously wicked feel of her father's fingers and mouth as it assaulted her young, virgin flesh, sensations related to but yet totally unlike the feel of her classmate Melissa's fingers and lips. While this was no more intense, it was accompanied by an undercurrent of danger – she was surrendering her virgin body to a full-grown, strong man, one who, if he so desired, could ravish her completely whether she wanted him to or not. The feeling lent a piquant thrill to the experience and she found herself becoming fully aroused very rapidly. In fact, as the older man's lips and tongue locked around her hypersensitive nipples she could feed the unmistakable tingling in her crotch that signaled an imminent orgasm.

"Daddy!" she gasped, "You're – ohhh! You're going to – aaaagghhh! You're going to make me come! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me – hunnnngggh! Fuck me faster!" she begged hoarsely through ragged breaths broken by guttural moans as each new lewd thrust of her father's fingers drover her closer and closer to the brink.

John obligingly sped up his lascivious ministrations, diddling her already throbbing clit rapidly with his thumb and seizing her turgid nipple firmly between his teeth and lashing the tip viciously.

The effect was immediate. The naked seventh-grade girl began to writhe and shudder frantically as a torrent of ecstatic sensation welled up from within her virgin womb and slammed through her convulsing young body. "Haaaahhhhh!" she yelled in a great exhalation of breath as the orgasm tore into her guts and her pelvis arched up in an instinctive attempt to bury as much of her father's finger into her tight cunt hole.

"Hunnghhh! Hunngghh! Hunngggh!" she grunted as her clit throbbed with each new wave and her vagina constricted rhythmically around the older man's finger as it impaled her body. "Hoh, yes! Hoh, yes! Shit, Daddy! I'm coming! You're making me come all over you!" the dark-haired youngster shrieked, oblivious to anything but the feel of her father's incestuous ravishment.

True to her word, John felt a sudden torrent of slick quim flood his fingers and coat his hand, spreading over the inside of his daughter's quivering thighs and drizzling down onto the sofa under her squirming buttocks. The air was instantly filled with the delicate but obvious odor of a sexually aroused young woman. A part of his mind registered with a wry wince that he was likely to have a permanent souvenir of his incestuous indiscretion in the form of a stain on the couch, but he was far too overwhelmed with lust and perverted desire to care much.

He decided to use the extra lubrication his little girl was generously providing him to risk inserting a second finger into her still trembling hole. He slid his middle finger into her slippery opening alongside his first finger, anxiously studying her face to detect any signs of pain or discomfort.

He need not have worried. As the additional flesh filled her pussy and stretched the orifice more tightly, the pubescent brunette's eyes rolled in her head and her body, which had begun to gradually reduce its orgasmic flailing, was launched into a new round of spasmodic writhing as another orgasm, this one even more intense than the first one, pounded her slender frame and reduced her flesh to quivering jelly.

Stephanie's screams resumed, completely incoherent as a torrent of obscene babble streamed from her clenched and working lips. "Ahhhhhgggghhh! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Oh, God damn! Hungghh! Hunnghhh! Hunnghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!"

Suddenly her eyes flew wide open, staring at nothing as she clearly commanded in a voice cracking and thick with raging lust, "Fuck me, Daddy! I want your cock! I want you to fuck me with your big cock! I'm ready, Daddy! I want it now!"

Her father's heart leapt into his throat and his monstrous prick which was already fully erect and straining against the fabric of his trousers surged into an almost impossible state of rock-hard rigidity. Here was the moment he had been longing for at the same time he struggled to deny its irresistible, perverted attraction. His own daughter, grown to womanhood from his own sperm and now seemingly inhabited by the lustful, wanton spirit of her dead mother, was asking, begging for him to reveal his gigantic male organ and plunge it inside her innocent, virginal body.

While a part of his brain – the last, ragged vestiges of his fatherly conscience – screamed futilely at him that he was evil, that he was doing something terrible, that he was going to jail, that he was going to be damned in Hell for what he was doing, his body had taken matters on itself. Almost in a trance, he raised himself up, withdrawing the pair of fingers from his daughter's still pulsating twat, and began to unbuckle and unzip his pants.

His twelve-year-old child watched him intently with wide eyes, her chest heaving from the still-subsiding orgasm that continued coursing through her but even more from anticipation and nervousness now that the moment she'd yearned for yet dreaded was actually upon her. "Shirt, too," she whispered as the older man stood away from where she sprawled, naked below him on the sofa in order to drop his trousers.

He gave the girl a nervous grin but gamely unbuttoned the upper garment and cast it away. His enormous prick was already pushing up past the waistband of his ineffectively concealing underpants, the head of it gleaming shiny and colored an angry purple as it rested against the taut flesh of his sparsely hairy abdomen. Stephanie licked her lips in unselfconscious lewd approval. One of her hands stole into her drenched cunt slit and began to tease her own engorged and reddened genital flesh, her eyebrows rising in surprise at the copious amount of thick pussy juice she found there.

"I can't believe how wet you make me, Daddy," she breathed, her eyes smoky with incestuous arousal. She daringly brought a pair of quim-soaked fingers to her own lips and slowly licked the viscous fluid from them, her gaze never leaving her father's eyes.

"Ohhhh, my God!" the older man whispered in awe at the demonstration of total, uninhibited abandon with which his young daughter enjoyed her own sexual arousal.

He suddenly dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the pubescent girl's spread-eagled legs and lowered his face to her pungent, black-haired cunt. He simply had to taste her, and she willingly allowed him to lap her flowing vaginal secretions, pulling his head into her crotch roughly, urging his lips and tongue to utterly ravish her most secret places.

Stephanie was somewhat nonplussed by her father's diversion. While she welcomed the feel of his mouth on her pussy – so much stronger and rougher than Melissa's gentle grace when licking her cunt – she had really thought that she was finally going to experience the feel of his prick inside her right then and there and part of her resented the interruption. His lewd oral ministrations were rapidly driving her to yet a third climax and, while normally she would have welcomed the obscene ecstasy, now that she had finally gotten up enough courage to come right out and ask her father to fuck her cunt, she wanted to get on with it. But she realized that her father might be thinking she would need to be incredibly aroused in order to fit the improbably girth of his huge erection into her young vagina, so, despite the fact that she felt she was already quite aroused and wet enough to let a horse deflower her, she surrendered with a sigh and allowed her parent's tongue to work its magic and elicit another gut-wrenching climax from her slender body.

She grunted meaningless syllables, clinging to her father's thick hair as his head bobbed up and down between her legs, urging more and more orgasmic convulsions to shake her naked frame, his tongue plunging into her now-gaping cunt hole and greedily drinking in the copious torrent of juices and replacing them with his own saliva so that soon her entire crotch, from her pubic mound down to the crack of her clenching ass cheeks, was dripping with fluid and his lips elicited obscene gurgling and wet smacking noises.

The white-hot jolts of her climax began finally to fade, and as soon as Stephanie could once again muster control over her writhing limbs and frantic gasping for breath, she rudely pulled her father's head from between her slim, smooth thighs and looked him determinedly in the eye, demanding, "Now, Daddy! I need you to fuck me now! I'm ready!"

John gazed up the length of his daughter's nude body to her fierce expression and swallowed hard. "Are you sure, baby?" he queried, suddenly overwhelmed at the enormity of what she was asking and terrified that his cock, which was already throbbing insistently, pale creamy drops of pre-come oozing from the swollen head where it protruded ridiculously above the waistband of his underpants.

Stephanie gave an exasperated exhalation of breath. "Daddy! How many times to I have to ask you? Please, Daddy? I want you, and I want you to do this. I want you to be my first man, okay?"

With a nervous gulp, her father stood and hesitantly tugged his underpants down to his feet and straightened once more, wildly entertaining the brief hope that, when confronted with the size of his gargantuan hard-on she would reconsider. But then he remembered that she had already seen it in its full tumescence, already had wrapped her fingers around it more than once.

"Don't you think it would be better and more comfortable in a bed, sweetie?" he temporized, his struggling conscience grasping at anything to delay the awful, wonderful perversion that his jutting prick so proudly displayed its desire for.

"No!" Stephanie yelled, her voice a combination of anger at his dilatory tactics and genuine fear that he was going to somehow chicken out. "Right here, right now! Please, Daddy, I'm afraid, but I'm ready now and I've been wanting you for weeks but I only now got up enough guts to ask you and if you don't do it now I'm afraid I won't have the guts again, okay?" she blurted in a rush.

But his daughter's earnest confession had the opposite effect on her father from what she desired. His valiantly resisting conscience seized upon her admission and concluded that if he could only resist the temptation this one time, they would somehow lose their passionate but perverted desire for one another and be able to resume their former roles as loving father and innocent daughter.

With a visible shudder, John shook his head slowly. "Then I think the best thing to do is to let it go and try to forget this ever happened. Don't you understand how wrong this is?" he asked plaintively.

His daughter stared at him incredulously, stunned into silence by the unexpected reversal. She tried to comprehend what had just happened. One moment her father was on the point of burying his beautiful, big prick into her eager and very wet cunt hole and making her a real woman at last, and the next he was refusing her. Tears of hurt and frustrated rage welled up in her eyes.

"No!" she screamed, her face reddening as her fury mounted, "No, I don't understand. I don't understand anything! It's okay for you to undress me in front of my brother and my girlfriend, it's okay to tease me and let me touch you and get my hopes up that you actually might want me. But now suddenly it's not okay for me to want you? Now, when I need you more than ever, you just fucking wimp out? Jesus fucking Christ, I can't believe you!"

Her voice was ragged with emotion and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Her father just stood in front of her, his great erection quickly wilting under his daughter's hysterical tongue-lashing.

Suddenly, the weeping girl's expression changed to one of scorn. "Of course," she muttered between shuddering sobs, "I should have known. How could you ever really take me seriously? After all, I'm just a little girl, not someone you would ever really want as a lover." She shook her head in disgust. "I've been a stupid, stupid fool. I knew you really hated me, that you were really horrified at what a freak and a slut I turned out to be. Well, fuck you, you miserable bastard!" she spat out the words into her father's stunned face as she rose to her feet in front of him. "I can't help the way I am, and I can't help feeling the way I do about you, so you're just going to have to figure out a way of dealing with it!"

And she whirled away from the man, fleeing to her room without even pausing to collect her robe from the floor where it had dropped during their earlier lovemaking. John could hear her footsteps pounding up the stairs and down the hallway to her room, her shuddering sobs cut off sharply by the vicious slamming of her door.

John stood mutely in the family room, naked and forlorn. He knew he'd done the right thing. So why did it feel so incredibly wrong? His daughter's accusations had stung. He knew he'd let things go on far too long. He should have had a fatherly talk with her about her budding sexuality and the proper relations between a father and his daughter that very first time he'd caught her touching his cock while she thought he was sleeping. And he sure as hell should never have succumbed to the temptation to feel her up so brazenly while they danced, nor allowed her to tease him the way he had. And now, just when everything had led to their natural conclusion, he had rudely dashed her expectations and pulled the plug without warning.

He knew he had to talk to her, to somehow explain that he had done the right thing at last even though he had done some wrong things leading up to it. He had to make her understand that really sharing their bodies as lovers should never, could never be allowed to happen. The problem was he couldn't think of any good reasons why not himself.

Why was it so bad, so wrong for a father to love his daughter completely, bringing her pleasure with his body as well as through all the other things they shared? It wasn't as if he was somehow forcing himself upon her – quite the opposite. She had begged him to take her virginity, and he'd rejected her. And it wasn't as if he was dragging her into a level of sexuality she was unready for – after witnessing the way her head had been eagerly buried between her young lover Melissa's legs, it was painfully obvious that his daughter had matured sexually far beyond his expectations. He knew the issues around children born from close relations, but his daughter hadn't even menstruated yet so the risk of pregnancy was minimal there and could be managed in the future.

So was it fear of discovery, of the wrath of the law and the community if it were ever revealed that he had allowed himself to have sex with his own daughter? Partly, he had to admit. He knew that his family was dependent on him for their survival and he couldn't very well care for them while in prison. But, he rationalized, his daughter was already engaged in a relationship that she would have to keep secret, and she seemed to fully understand the need for that secrecy and the consequences of failing to do so. What would be one more secret? If anything, he realized, the combination of dark secrets would probably tend to reinforce each other. It would be clear beyond any hint of doubt that she would have to keep her sex life completely private from the outside world.

And the problem certainly wasn't one of a lack of desire for the tender young girl, despite her pained accusations to the contrary. Jesus, he thought as perspiration broke out on his forehead at the memory, the girl was the very image of her mother, right down to the way she climaxed, and the way she demanded what she wanted from her lover in unequivocal terms. He groaned aloud as he remembered the way her lips and tongue had felt, the incredible slippery wetness of her vagina (which wasn't actually all that impossibly tight once she got really turned on, he realized) as his conscience staggered under the repeated blows his randy cock was dealing it, beginning to swell into erection once more. She probably could take enough of his prick into her to make her feel like she'd really been fucked.

The more he thought about what had just transpired, the more his "noble sacrifice" seemed to be just plain cruel to his sweet young daughter. He could still taste the delicate musk of her pussy on his face, and his resolve began to crumble in earnest.

Perhaps I really should go talk to her, he persuaded himself, just talk about things and, and, well, he'd just have to see. The first thing would be to see if she would even forgive him.

With a grim sigh, he pulled his pants and shirt back on, feeling strangely uncomfortable trying to enter his daughter's bedroom still naked. He gathered up the girl's robe, gazing at it with an odd expression for a moment. The thing really was too small for her, he realized, and it dawned on him that she'd had to have known that as well. So, she really had been trying to seduce him every time she wore it. The thought brought a wan smile to his lips, and he found himself unaccountably encouraged as he made his way upstairs.

Stephanie had run blindly upstairs earlier and flung herself, sobbing, face down into her pillow. Wave after wave of self-pity shook her as she alternated between chastising herself for her naïve foolishness and rage at her father's misguided and pigheaded stubbornness. She ran the events of the preceding few minutes over and over in her head, trying to comprehend where she went wrong, what she could have done differently.

She should never have begged him to actually fuck her, she realized. That had put him on the spot and forced him to make a decision right then and there. If she hadn't been so impatient – and afraid of losing her nerve – if she'd just been able to play along with where events had been very nicely leading, she probably would have been able to get him so horny and befuddled that she would have been able to get his big, thick prick inside her before he even realized what had happened. And of course, she giggled through her tears, once he was inside her, he might as well finish the job.

Maybe if she'd worked more on pleasing him, she mused. She'd let him bring her to three orgasms but she hadn't even touched his manhood. She thought about Melissa's description of the way she'd daringly taken Keith's cock into her mouth, and resolve that she was going to suck her father's prick the first chance she got. She vowed she would make him so crazy with desire that he wouldn't care if she was some silly little girl or even his daughter. After all, he'd sure seemed ready to think of her as a potential lover before, right up to the point where she'd blown it by pushing too hard, too fast.

She began to replay in her mind the incestuous foreplay she and her father had engaged in that afternoon, but this time imagining that she had the patience and the courage to wait until he was ready, too. She thought about how she would have gently licked his enormous prick, running her tongue up and down the bulging shaft, and opening her mouth wide to suck in the fat, bulbous head.

As she imagined the scene the way it should have gone, her fingers stole in between her legs and began to massage her vulva. She was still amazingly wet, she realized, and she allowed her fantasy to proceed while she explored her unbelievably sopping cunt hole first with one, then two, and finally with three fingers, raising her hips off the bed and pointing her naked ass cheeks impudently at the ceiling as she struggled to get more and more purchase with her hand in order to drive the tripled fingers ever more deeply into her yearning orifice.

She imagined that it was her father's gargantuan cock that she was feeling as it drove ruthlessly into her cruelly but so satisfyingly stretched cunt hole. She began to moan aloud, gasping in her exertions, "Yes, Daddy, fuck me just like that. See? I told you I was ready for you to fuck me! Come in me, Daddy! Come in my pussy with your big, hard cock!

She was so intent on her lewd masturbation that she did not hear either the faint knock upon her door or the soft click of the latch.

So it was that her father came to be standing, dumbstruck in his daughter's bedroom doorway as she wantonly thrust what seemed to be her entire hand into her upraised twat with her ass in the air and her face buried in her pillow, all the while moaning about how much she wanted him to fuck her. His earlier resolve to be a responsible parent that he had nearly rationalized away even before he entered her room was now banished to the frozen tundra of the farthest reaches of his mind. His cock began to eagerly swell back into a full, almost painful rigidity and he began to absently stroke the length of it through the thin material of his trousers in unconscious echo of his daughter's lewd rhythm as he silently ogled her perverted masturbation.

After some moments of mute observation, it occurred to him that despite her obvious fantasies around him, she might still be very hurt and angry at him. He stepped back outside the door and re-entered, clearing his throat loudly this time.

Stephanie gasped, startled, and flipped hurriedly onto her back, pulling her fingers from the depths of her almost unbearably stretched vaginal opening with an audible sloppy sort of popping sound. She stared at her father without saying anything for a long, drawn-out moment, taking in his glassy eyes and the observable bulge in the front of his pants. A grim smile stole over her face and, still without saying a word, deliberately slid her hand back into her crotch and began to masturbate shamelessly – this time on her back. She worked two, then three fingers into her twelve-year old pussy hole, eying her father with an unfathomable expression.

"Well?" she demanded at last, "Enjoying the view?"

"Very much," the older man admitted with a gentle smile. "You're an incredibly beautiful, sexy, and desirable young woman."

"Yeah, right," she snorted derisively. "If all you've got is bullshit words, you can leave. As you can see, I'd like to be alone." Her hand never stopped its determined thrusting into the recesses of her young twat, and her other hand began to caress her breasts, tweaking the nipples into erection.

"It didn't sound like you want to be alone," her father commented mildly, though he swallowed hard at the sight of his daughter's wanton display of raw sexuality in front of him.

"Oh, you heard that, huh?" she mumbled, her face flushing, but she stood her ground. "So what? I already told you that I want you, so no big surprise, right?" She paused in her obscene manipulation of her cunt for a moment to give her father a level stare. "But I really don't have time to listen to a bunch of talk – I'm kind of busy right now. So if you're ready to get back out of those clothes and get over here to finish what you started, then do it. If not, bye-bye."

And with that, she turned her gaze away from the dumbfounded man and stared at the ceiling as her hands worked her body, stimulating it in an explicitly lascivious treatment of her nipples, breasts, and vulva.

"It-it's not that I don't want you, sweetheart," her father pleaded, feeling like he had been badly wrong-footed, "I do. You've got to believe that."

Stephanie paid him no regard and continued to masturbate openly as if he were not standing there watching him.

He tried again. "Stephanie," he said in what he hoped was a serious tone, "Do you have any idea how much trouble we both could be in if anyone found out we were having sex together? I could be thrown in jail, and then where would you and Brad be?"

This time she momentarily stopped her fingers and looked at him. Her lips worked furiously before she could bring herself to speak. "Now you're really starting to piss me off, Dad!" she said heatedly. "Don't you think I understand that? Do you honestly think I'd blab about that to anyone? As if! Shit, Dad, sometimes you really don't give me enough credit." She stopped and regarded her father with a penetrating look. "So? What's it going to be? Are you going to get your clothes off and get over here and make love to me now or are you going to leave?"

John felt the force of his daughter's will almost like a physical blow. He felt as if all his defenses, all his careful reasoning why making love to his daughter was wrong and something he should never, ever do had been cut to ribbons and blown away in a strong breeze. He took a halting step towards the vigorously masturbating twelve-year-old on the bed but halted again. "Are you really, really sure, sweetheart? I'm worried that I'm going to hurt you..." he trailed off weakly.

Stephanie gave him a withering look and didn't even deign to answer. Instead, she pointedly directed her gaze downward to where her hand was repeatedly thrusting three fingers into her widely stretched cunt hole. To make her point unmistakably, she gritted her teeth silently and actually added her little finger, rudely pushing all four fingers into herself. The pain made her gasp and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she doggedly persisted, desperate to convince her father how much she wanted him to become her lover.

"Last chance, Daddy," she whispered determinedly, though the discomfort of her cruelly distended vaginal orifice was excruciating. "Make up your mind. Either come here and make love to me now or get the fuck out of my room!" she almost hissed.

Shaking his head in wonder at his daughter's display of resolute purpose as much as at his own inability to resist it, the older man shrugged once in acceptance of his fate and began to unbutton his shirt. "If that's what you want, love, then that's what you're going to get," he growled savagely. "And I don't want to hear any whining later."

The twelve-year-old exhaled in relief; she hadn't even been aware she'd been holding her breath. She kept her four fingers in place, still tightly wedged within her stretched cleft, moving the hand rhythmically back and forth gently as she watched her father disrobe before her. As he dropped his khaki trousers to the floor, his thick, impossibly large prick sprang up in front of her eyes, throbbing slowly while the full, rounded head swelled visibly under her gaze. She swallowed anxiously. Only the reassuring pressure of her own hand already lodged in her virginal cunt hole convinced her that she would be able to accommodate the older man's colossal flesh within her tender young vagina.

John felt as if his body was no longer under his command, so powerful was the pull of his young offspring's dogged will as it conspired with his own perverted desires. Trancelike, he moved to the bed and climbed upon it, laying his nude body next to the smooth, sweet skin of his slim twelve-year-old daughter.

She turned to regard him, her eyes wide with nervous excitement and still reddened from her earlier sobbing. "Thank you," she whispered gratefully as she pulled her fingers at last from the depths of her now gaping, juvenile pussy to wrap her arms around the wiry muscles of her father's back. The faint but clear aroma of pubesent quim wafted into the room.

"Sweetheart, I-" He began but she put her fingers to his lips to shush him, filling his nostrils with her maddeningly lascivious scent in the process.

"Don't say anything, Daddy," Stephanie directed him gently, "Just love me. Make love to me like you really want me."

Wisely, the goateed man held his tongue from any further remarks, using it instead to seductively lick the tangy pussy liquor from her fingers, closing his eyes in rapture as he savored every drop. The seventh-grade girl smiled at last in response to her father's manifest adoration of her intimate secretions. She felt her cunt begin to ooze in earnest and put her other hand between her legs, scooping up a fresh sample of the delicately scented fluid and offering it to the man's parted lips.

It was John's turn to smile at his daughter's erotic gift and he lapped up all the thick, clear drops from her other hand as well. Once he had finished, Stephanie flung her arms around his neck and, without preamble, plunged her tongue into his surprised but very willing mouth, swirling it around to taste her own fluids as they blended incestuously with her parent's saliva. Her father allowed her free access to the farthest reaches of his oral cavity and she eagerly explored his mouth before lewdly thrusting her tongue deeply into his throat in a very naughty, suggestive rhythm. The older man felt his already rigid cock swell and throb in lusty response to her perverted stimulation and he emitted a muffled groan of pleasure, unconsciously grinding his massive organ against the young girl's smooth, lean thigh.

She pulled away from their depraved kiss, her eyes smoldering. "Lick me," she demanded hungrily. "Lick me and make me all wet and ready to come and then fuck me with your beautiful big cock, Daddy. I want you so much!"

"I want you, too, my love," he whispered tenderly and the preteen felt her heart soar as she heard her father claim her for his own with his words. She gently but very firmly pushed his head down her body, giggling slightly as his beard, lips, and tongue teased her breasts and nipples, then her navel and the taut, smooth expanse of the abdomen as they passed.

But she gasped in ecstasy as soon as his lips closed around her already erect and protruding clitoris and began to suckle greedily, his tongue slowly teasing the tip of her small, hard organ and causing her hips to rise involuntarily as her breathing rapidly increased.

"Ohhhhh, yes, Daddy!" she moaned, "Lick me just like that. I love you so much and I – haggghhh! I can't wait for you to fuck me. Oh, shit, yeah! God! You lick me so good, my love," she sighed, purposely using the adult endearment her father had just bestowed upon her.

John worked his lips and tongue with all the patience and skill he could muster. Now that he had finally abandoned all his futile attempts at decency and responsibility, he could barely constrain himself – he wanted nothing more than to plunge his massive prick as deeply as he could into his little girl's tight, virgin cunt hole and pump his incestuous semen into her as fast as he could. But he also knew that he wanted her to suffer as little discomfort as possible and hopefully even remember the experience with pleasure, so he continued to lap at her soft, pubescent twat with deliberately slow, languorous strokes of his tongue, allowing her excitement to build steadily but gradually.

The twelve-year-old responded quickly to his incestuous tonguing, her breath quickening, and her hips beginning to roll in unconscious encouragement. She reached down with one hand to first tousle his unruly hair affectionately and then, without warning, pulling his face roughly into her slick and oozing cunt slit.

"Harder, my love," she whispered between gasps of pleasure, "Lick me hard and make me crazy, Daddy."

John needed no further suggestions and avidly pressed his lips and tongue against his pubescent offspring's pussy lips, thrusting his tongue rudely into her now gaping cunt hole and eliciting a rewarding groan from the young girl's open, panting mouth. She teased and stroked her miniscule breasts and nipples unabashedly with her free hand; with the other she savagely continued to pull her father's face rhythmically into her slimy crotch, coaching him wordlessly on the tempo she desired. The older man was an apt pupil and followed her lead well enough that she was soon writhing and moaning loudly, jolt after jolt of erotic sensation flashing through her nubile body from between her eagerly parted legs.

Her father was certain that his seventh-grade daughter was imminently approaching another climax and was trying to guess if it would be better to carry it through and bring her to another orgasm or to interrupt his cunnilingus and attempt actual penetration of her virgin cunt hole.

However, the girl suddenly resolved the dilemma for him by pulling his head by the hair up and away from her quim and saliva-soaked pussy. For a moment, all his young daughter could do was gasp, her eyes unfocused and her face flushed; clearly, she'd stopped herself right on the very verge of orgasm.

Then her eyes cleared and she gave her parent a look of fierce determination. "Now, Daddy!" was all she hissed.

For a heartbeat, John considered giving her one more chance to back out but just as quickly abandoned the notion as inestimably foolish. She had made her needs and desires crystal clear; it was now up to him to grant them. Without another word, he lifted his body and slid forward to position his already throbbing, immense hard-on right at the opening of her preteen vagina, propping himself above her on his elbows.

He gazed down at her open-mouthed face, his heart melting at her expression of nervous excitement and slowly began to push forward until the head of his cock was pressed firmly against her cunt lips. He briefly reached down with one hand to adjust the head, sliding it slightly up and down in the gooey slit to find the exact center of her juvenile opening. He could feel the incredible heat flowing from her lust-engorged pussy through the tip of his huge, straining, manhood and swallowed hard, scarcely able to restrain his own raging lust.

"Ready?" he croaked, his throat tight with lascivious anticipation.

His dark-haired daughter nodded with a certainty only partially belied by the nervousness in her eyes. But she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face, redolent with her own quim, close and whispered, "Do it, Daddy. Fuck me and make me your lover forever."

John felt his heart pound inexplicably at his young girl's heartfelt request, so like her mother in her tone and choice of words. But he also felt the last of his own nagging trepidation melt away, to be replaced by a wondrous certainty that this was exactly right, exactly meant to be.

Without a moment's further hesitation, he pushed slowly but firmly forward with his hips, feeling the head of his rigid prick stretch the slippery flesh of the girl's virgin cunt opening and causing her to gasp aloud.

Instantly he froze and said softly, "If it starts to hurt, just tell me and I'll stop until you get used to it, okay?"

His twelve-year-old daughter looked up at him bright-eyed. "Okay, Daddy. Go ahead; it's not hurting." In encouragement, the slender girl spread her thighs wide and wrapped her legs around the man's wiry frame, resting her heels against his taut ass cheeks and pulling him towards her insistently.

John flashed the pre-teen a brief, concerned smile and resumed his slow but inexorable thrust and was rewarded seconds later with the sudden relaxation as the turgid head of his prick passed the tight ring of flesh that guarded the opening to her juvenile vagina.

"Oh, yeah," Stephanie breathed, her eyes closing with erotic satisfaction.

Thus heartened, her father plunged in a bit further, feeling the thick, stiff shaft gradually enfolded in the tightest, hottest, wettest embrace it had ever known.

"God, so tight! And so good!" he murmured, gritting his teeth in reaction to the intensity of the sensation. He glanced down at his pubescent daughter to see her smiling shyly at him.

"You like the way I feel, Daddy?" she whispered.

"Oh, God, you have no idea, baby," he groaned, giving a small shove that buried another inch of his massive cylinder into her amazingly constricted pussy hole, causing her eyes to roll up in her head and a soft moan to escape from her parted lips.

When she could once again speak, Stephanie whispered, "I'm glad, Daddy, `cause you make me feel really good, too. Are you all the way in?" she asked in a nervous, hopeful voice.

"No, not yet, my love. Do you want me to hold it here for a minute?" he asked, his tone solicitous.

His daughter gave a hint of a wince at his answer but bravely said, "No, keep going. I want all of you so you can't say afterwards you didn't really fuck me," she added meaningfully.

At this, her father chuckled aloud. "Oh, my sweet baby, I'm already really fucking you; you have no worries on that score."

She nodded vigorously, her expression serious. "Good! Then give me more – I want all of you!"

Shaking his head in wry amusement, the older man pushed his prick more deeply into her cruelly stretched opening – and stopped instantly when he heard a soft whimper of pain from his daughter.

"Are you all right?" he asked worriedly.

"I – I think so," she frowned uncertainly. "I don't know – it was feeling fine, really tight, but okay, really. Just hold still and let me try to relax. Are you close to being all the way in?"

"Pretty close, but I have to tell you I might not be able to fit all me inside you."

"B-but once you're all the way inside me – I mean, as much as you can – I- I won't b-be a virgin anymore, right?" the seventh-grade girl whispered, almost hopefully.

"No, no you won't," her father confirmed. "But I have to be honest with you – it might hurt a bit."

Stephanie screwed up her face as if wrestling with the decision. Then, without warning, she dug her heels savagely into his ass and pulled him into her, impaling herself on his huge, rock-hard cock, a sharp cry determination escaping from her mouth.

John was so surprised he didn't even have time to react, let alone resist. He felt his cock plunge deeply into his young child's body, slipping surprisingly easily in and burying itself nearly three quarters of its improbable length in her now-deflowered vagina, stopping only when it slammed into the hard knob of her cervix at the back of her twelve-year-old cunt hole.

Stephanie gasped loudly and then gave a brief, satisfied sigh.

John felt his heart leap and asked in a wondering voice, "Baby! Why did you do that? Are you all right?"

The seventh-grade girl blinked several times rapidly before answering, her voice shaking, "Um, I just, you know, wanted to get it over with. I've been so scared of that – you know, how much it would hurt – ever since I first started thinking about wanting you to, you know, make love to me," she quavered. She took several deep breaths before continuing, "So I just – I just, I don't know – I couldn't stand waiting so I kinda' thought maybe if you just did it, it wouldn't be so bad, and then when you stopped and I was scared you were going to, um, you know, you weren't going to finish that I just, uh, did it!" she blurted in a rush,

"You sure did, my poor, poor, love," her father agreed with a slow shake of his head. He glanced down to his daughters abused crotch and shook his head again, this time in wonder at the few remaining inches of his huge cock that were still exposed. "And I'm definitely inside you now – and you're definitely no longer a virgin, either."

Stephanie could only nod mutely but her eyes shone with a mixture of tears and pride.

After another long moment had passed during which John could feel his erection soften minutely from the combination of concern over his daughter's welfare and the lack of motion, he ventured to ask, "So what would you like me to do? Do you want me to pull out?"

"No!" she shot back immediately, a look of genuine horror on her face. "You'd better fucking not! I didn't go through all that for nothing, so you'd better fucking finish what you fucking started!" she commanded furiously, then winced as another twinge of pain from her torturously ravaged cunt passed through her. "Only," she said in a more pleading voice, "Just hold on another minute, okay? I think it'll be okay – it doesn't hurt as much as it did at first – and then you can start again. I really, really want you to come inside me, Daddy!" she begged, her voice choking with emotion.

"Then that's what we'll do," he confirmed with a tender expression on his bearded face, "Whenever you're ready, you just tell me. And, just so you know, I really, really want to come inside you, too, my beautiful, precious, sexy lover!" he added with feeling, and was rewarded with wan smile from his pre-teen daughter beneath him.

"I'm glad, Daddy," she whispered, "And thank you for calling me your lover. It's what I want to be more than anything in the world." Her expression changed from tender to one of lustful interest. "So are you really all the way inside me?" she wanted to know.

"I'm as far in you as I can go, my lover," the man informed her with a half-smile. "There're still a couple of inches of me that don't fit into you – yet," he added, raising an eyebrow significantly. "It'll give us something to look forward to as you get older," John promised, his eyes gleaming.

"Are you sure you're in as far as you can go?" she asked with a mischievous frown. "It doesn't hurt so much at all now. Maybe you could try pushing in just a little more," she suggested hopefully.

Her goateed father looked up to the heavens imploringly, amazed at the twelve-year-old girl's eagerness and audacity.

"Please, Daddy?" Stephanie begged, digging her heels into his buttocks for emphasis and encouragement. "I really want to feel you all in me, where, you know, you're pressed up against my – my pussy," she admitted with a blush.

Her father's cock, which had temporarily deflated a tiny bit, lurched into rock-hard wakefulness once more at the girl's lascivious plea. He gave an evil chuckle, "Well, all right then. It sounds like you're ready for some serious fucking, huh?"

"I guess I am," she said with a defiant lift of her chin, but her eyes twinkled.

Her sire began to slowly press forward once more and was astonished to find that he could actually get another inch or two into his seventh-grade daughter's ravaged twat before pushing up short against what was certainly the back end of her pubescent vagina.

"Unnnhhhh!" the young girl grunted, blinking. "Okay, that's – that's deep enough. Are you – is it – I mean, how much is inside me now?" she asked tentatively.

"More than I ever would have thought possible," her father muttered in amazement. "Let's put it this way – my pubic hair is already tickling yours." He began to back out slowly then pushed into her once more. "How's that feel?" he inquired as his cock began to throb and swell sliding back and forth in the excruciatingly tight crevice.

"It's – it's good!" she blurted wonderingly. "I mean, it hurts a little, still, but not like – it's kind of a good hurt feeling, if that makes any sense." She began to rock her own hips back and forth in a sensuous rhythm, causing his cock to slither in and out of her distended cunt hole with obscenely wet noises.

John gasped with pleasure at the sensation. "Shit, woman," he growled, "You keep that up and I'm not going to be able to take it slow and easy." He thrust his cock – rigid as an iron bar once more – deeply into his daughter's slippery gash until he felt the head of it push firmly against the end of her deflowered hole, her rubbery cervix increasing the sensation of astounding tightness around the head of his prick.

"Hoh, Daddy!" the young girl groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head and her back arching involuntarily, "Who said I wanted you to go slow and easy?" She opened her eyes, her breathing already shortening noticeably. "I just said I wanted you to fuck me and come inside me." She lowered her dark lashes and looked at him with a smoldering gleam in her eyes. "So fuck me, my lover."

The man would swear ever afterwards that it was the voice of his long departed wife speaking through their daughter at that moment, so like his beloved Kim was her voice – the same inflection, the same husky, throaty burr that let him know she was incredibly turned on and wanting to be fucked hard and fast. Feeling once more like he was in some kind of a trance, not even in control of his own body anymore, he surrendered utterly to his woman-child's incestuous command and began to plunge into her, thrusting his enormous prick in and out of her precociously stretched cunt as she bucked and writhed beneath him, hoarse, guttural cries of ecstasy and encouragement each time he slammed his body into hers.

"F-fuck me, Daddeeee!!" she grunted, her words jerky from the violent assault her father was pounding into her juvenile pussy. "Hunngghhh! Yeah! H-hoh, God! Unnghh! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Dadeee! Haaaggghh! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I-I want y-your come, Dadeeeee!" she cried, her voice rising to a shrill keen as waves of hot lust coursed through her slim, twelve-year-old frame. She dug her heels savagely into her parent's ass, urging him on ever faster and faster as if he were a jockey riding her across the finish line.

John grunted and gasped with the effort as he continued to shove his massive, rock-hard prick into his little girl's incredibly tight cunt hole, his head swimming from the deliciously perverted sensation. He could feel his nuts begin to tighten inexorably as an enormous load of hot, thick jism began to rise up from within him, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ohhhhh, baby love," he groaned, beads of sweat drizzling down from his beard onto Stephanie's face, shoulders and heaving breasts, "I'm there, baby – I'm coming now! Daddy's coming inside you!"

"Do it, Daddy!" the writhing seventh-grader shrieked, "Come in me! Fill me up and make your baby inside me! I-I want it, Daddy! I w-want – Huhnngggghhh! I want all your come in me! Haaaaaaaiieeeeeee! I'm coming, too, Daddy! Come with meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Her father could scarcely believe his ears. Was his preteen daughter actually begging him to get her pregnant? The thought made him nearly dizzy with perverted desire and he began pumping his gigantic, turgid prick in and out of the pubescent girl's tight, slick pussy.

Suddenly he felt a roaring in his head and his vision teetered dangerously on the point of blackness as a gush of semen from deep within his straining, thrusting cock welled up in an undeniable torrent and began to shoot deep into the pubescent womb of his own child, jet after thick jet pumping out of his rhythmically throbbing organ to lodge inside his daughter's stretched but oh-so-willing cunt hole. He was conscious of little more than the feel of his prick spurting his incestuous seed – that same seed which had begun the life in his young child's body a little more than twelve years before – inside Stephanie's pussy. He vaguely heard a hoarse, barking sound and finally realized it was his own voice, grunting with ecstasy as all the perverted, incestuous tension that had been building within him for weeks finally found release.

Through eyes blurred from the exertions of his lewd rutting he could see his slender daughter writhing beneath him, her thin arms clinging desperately to his neck as she shrieked and shuddered in the throes of her own climax, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her face pulled taut in a grotesque rictus – and John thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. As the last few spurts of his hot, thick ejaculate emptied into Stephanie's rhythmically pulsating vagina, he felt an overwhelming flood of emotions – relief, guilt, poignancy, regret that Kim had not been there to share the moment coupled with the haunting notion that she had been very present after all, but most of all, intense, intense love for his newly deflowered young daughter. The depth of feeling was too much for him to bear and he unexpectedly collapsed atop the twelve-year-old's still climaxing body, his chest shuddering as it was wracked with deep sobs.

Stephanie's orgasm gradually subsided and she returned to full awareness from the semi-conscious erotic haze into which she had been plunged. She felt a tremendous breadth of intense emotions as well. She was now aware of the dull ache between her spread legs where her father's monstrous cock still lay buried deep inside her cruelly enlarged tunnel, the pain tempered by the warm tingle of post-coital ecstasy that suffused her entire body. Beyond the physical sensations she felt relief that she had passed the last obstacle and relief that the agonizing desire for her father that she had been concealing with decreasing success was finally open, acknowledged, and – most wondrously of all – reciprocated completely.

She also felt a fierce pride at her own accomplishment – she was now a real woman with a real grown-up lover. She felt hot, almost desperate love for her father, though as she slowly became aware of the man atop her, her love changed to puzzlement. Why was he crying? He was still holding her tightly – almost clinging to her – so it didn't seem likely that he was suddenly overcome with guilt or remorse. Since she didn't know what else to do, she simply cradled his head and patted it soothingly, feeling rather helpless.

At last, the man's sobs abated enough that she dared to whisper, "Are you okay, Daddy?"

"I'm fine, love, just fine," he replied with a smile, raising his head to regard her through tear-reddened eyes. "In fact, I don't think I've ever been better."

"Then why are you crying?" Stephanie wanted to know.

The older man gave her a tender look. "Not all tears are sad," he said simply after a moment. "I couldn't begin to try to explain all the different feelings you've given to me right now, but don't worry – I'm definitely not sad. I – I love you so much!" he blurted at last before dropping his head to nestle close against the side of her neck and weeping softly once more.

"I love you, too, my lover," his daughter whispered, cradling his head.

Having been reassured that her father's strange behavior was not a cause for further worry, she relaxed and caressed her parent, soothing him tenderly as his tears gradually subsided. She was acutely conscious of the pressure of his huge prick still embedded deep within her juvenile cunt but the initial pain had ebbed into a dull ache – slightly uncomfortable but definitely bearable. A slow smile eased over her face as she savored the feeling of having a man – a really big man, she reminded herself with a happy wince – inside her body. She was a woman now, no longer a virgin, and her grin broadened with pride at the realization.

Experimentally, she flexed the muscles in her ravaged twat and was rewarded with a gasp of surprise and pleasure from her father in her ear. With a giggle, she repeated the motion and was intrigued to discover that the action greatly increased not only her father's sensation but her own as well. She could tell that his cock was now gradually deflating; it was still a great and unfamiliar weight in her vaginal cavity but it no longer felt as though it were trying to tear her flesh apart. She squeezed it again.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels so good!" the older man moaned, raising his head to gaze into Stephanie's eyes with an awe-struck expression. "You want every drop of me, don't you?"

The twelve-year-old girl paused a moment. She hadn't considered that what she was doing was squeezing all of her father's incestuous semen from his rapidly subsiding erection into her pussy. But as soon as she thought of it, she realized that she liked the idea very much. The notion of having not only his cock inside her but of leaving part of himself behind for her to carry with her was decidedly arousing and she felt little twinges of renewed erotic heat begin to spark from between her legs.

"Yeah, yeah I do," she answered finally with a smoldering grin. "I love having you inside me. All of you," she added with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She dug her heels into his muscular buttocks to pull what remained of his hard-on back into her cunt as deeply as possible.

"Ohhhhhh," her father moaned with an ecstatic grimace, "I am so damned glad, `cause you wouldn't believe how much I want to be inside you. I've been wanting you so bad for so long, but I was so afraid I would mess you up completely – not to mention hurting you physically," he added with a raised eyebrow. "Are – are you okay? Not hurt, I mean?" he inquired in a concerned voice.

Stephanie pulled his face close to hers and kissed him tenderly and reassuringly. Her father's lips parted eagerly and their mouth's melted into one another, their tongues passionately thrusting and swirling in and out. Almost immediately their bodies began writhing lasciviously, their hands roaming up and down the length of each other's bodies, caressing and teasing. When her father's fingers brushed her tiny but now very erect nipples, it produced a sharp intake of breath from the slender girl's flared nostrils and she instantly reciprocated by moving a hand up to tweak the older man's equally hard nipples.

It was her father's turn to gasp and he pulled his face away from their incestuous kiss, asking with a broad smile, "I guess that means you're not hurt, huh?"

"That's the thing - it didn't really hurt! Not that much! I thought it would."

"Hmmm," her father mused, "Well, it seems like something – or someone – had already broken your hymen."

Stephanie's mouth made a surprised `O'. After a moment, she said thoughtfully, "It was probably Melissa, then. We'd been practicing, ya' know, like, trying to get me ready for you..."

"What?!" the older man cried, dumbstruck. "I had no idea!"

"No, you really didn't," Stephanie fixed him with a severe glance, then relented, "Anyway, when I said I was worried about fitting all of you inside me, she showed me that she'd already had three fingers inside my, um, my pussy, you know? So we kept doing that, and once, when I was really, really going crazy, she pushed all four fingers into me. So I knew then that as long as I was really turned on, I'd be able to handle you. Plus," the twelve-year-old added with an insouciant smile, "Melissa really gave me a workout earlier today with the vibrator she gave me."

John Muller's jaw dropped. "You-you have a vibrator."

"Yeah," she answered, a little defiantly. "Melissa's mom got it for her to give to me. She thought the two of us would enjoy it. We did – a whole lot." Stephanie smiled at the memory.

Her father just shook his head in wonder at just how suddenly his little girl had become this fully sexually awakened wildcat. But then, remembering who her mother was, he realized that he shouldn't be surprised.

"So you're nod mad at me? About having a vibrator? Or about Melissa's mom giving it to us?" Stephanie prodded, a small, worried frown crossing her face.

The older man just chuckled ruefully, "No, my love. How could I possibly be mad at you for that? You found another way for you and Melissa to give each other pleasure. And I'm really glad that Margaret is so understanding. Although," his expression turned almost shy, "I, uh, I can't say I'd mind watching you and your vibrator sometime."

Stephanie laughed out loud. "Whew! I'm so glad you're not mad. And yeah," she added more softly, "I'd like to show you that, too."

Her father grinned, and unconsciously began to rock his hips, pushing himself up against his daughter's vulva.

The seventh-grade brunette smiled back, her hips unconsciously beginning to undulate with lewd arousal. "So no, I'm definitely not hurt," she confirmed, a bit breathlessly, and then her eyes widened. She could clearly feel her father's gargantuan prick, which had shrunk to half its erect girth though still nestled deeply within her deflowered pussy, now beginning to swell ominously, the pressure from the engorged organ filling her preteen cunt once more.

"Woah!" she breathed, "It seems like maybe you're not hurt either." She hesitantly tried rolling her pelvis gently a couple of times to test whether the monstrous rod of flesh between her legs would slide in and out of her without causing undue pain and grinned broadly as she realized that she was not only able to accommodate his manhood within her but would be able to enjoy fucking him without discomfort.

"No, I'm definitely not hurt either," John said in a droll voice, then groaned as the feel of his twelve-year-old daughter's incredibly tight cunt sliding along the shaft of his swiftly resurrected hard-on produced a flash of obscenely delightful sensation. "Ohhhh, my God!" the man shuddered then shook his head in disbelief. "Are you really ready to go again? Do you want me to fuck you again, baby?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me again, Daddy!" she answered with a soft giggle before her expression turned smoldering. "And you don't ever have to ask me again, my love. I promise you I'll always be ready and wanting you whenever you want me. Anytime, anywhere." She dug her heels firmly into his ass for emphasis, pulling his now stiff, enormous cock all the way into her gushing, oozing cunt hole.

"My God, Stephanie!" the older man marveled as he answered her call by slowly beginning to thrust with his hips, forcing his massive erection to slide in and out of the preteen girl's pussy. "You are the sexiest g- uh, woman I've ever known since, well, since your mother."

The extremely aroused seventh grader was already finding it difficult to focus on a conversation as electric sparks of erotic pleasure began to shoot and tingle from her incestuously stimulated crotch but she was intrigued at her father's comment.

"So Mom was pretty hot, huh?" she prompted, interested to learn more about an aspect of her departed mother that had never been open to discussion before.

Her father slowed his strokes enough to answer, shaking his head at the memory. "Unbelievable!" he confirmed. "There wasn't any way or time she didn't love sex. Or for that matter, with anyone, man or woman."

"Really?" His daughter raised her eyebrows. "Mom liked sex with other women? Just like me," she mused, her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"Just like you," John assented with a nod. "And I have to tell you, my love, that there have been a couple of times today – like right now," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes growing wide, "That when you look at me, it's like she's right here with us, inside you and looking back at me. I never thought I'd ever see her again, but here she is. It's almost like she's trying to tell us it's okay – she wants us to be together."

His young daughter raised her eyebrows at her father's confession. She was a bit unnerved by this latest revelation. It was one thing to think about her late mother having a sex life, even if it appeared to have been considerably more adventurous than she had suspected. It was quite another to think about the spirit of the woman inhabiting her body – or at least her father feeling like she herself was only a substitute.

"Dad, Mom's dead," she said softly but firmly in a voice choked with emotion. "And I'm not her. I'm me. And I'm the one who's with you now and I'm the one you're fucking." Her eyes had taken on a fierce cast.

"I know, I know," her father said gently. "You're my Stephanie, my own beautiful and sexy lover."

The seventh grade smiled, considerably mollified, and the man continued, his incestuous thrusting with his huge prick resuming its former pace. "I didn't mean to freak you out. And while I still miss your mother terribly, I hope she'll forgive me when I tell you that I think you're going to be an even bigger sexual wildcat than she was. You're sure as hell off to an earlier start," he added with a wicked grin while silently making a mental note to keep any more feelings of Kim's spiritual presence to himself.

His slender, pubescent daughter draped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers for a slow, sensuous kiss before whispering, "Thank you for saying so, my lover." She moved her hands off his neck and down to the small of his back, pulling him tightly into her. "But now I think you'd better not say anything more and just concentrate on filling my pussy up now that you've got it all stretched out to fit you, okay? Fuck me, Daddy," she finished with a deep gasp as he eagerly began to comply with deep, quickened strokes. "Fuck me hard!"

"You've got it, baby," the man grunted. "Now that we've got that first one out of the way, we can really take some time and enjoy this."

"Hunnghhhh! Oh, God, Daddy! I don't think you have to take too long!" his twelve-year-old daughter gasped, digging her heels once more into his lewdly flexing buttocks for emphasis. "I think you're gonna' –hoh! Make me come again real soon!"

Her father gave her an evil grin, squinting through his exertions as beads of perspiration began to form on his forehead. "Go for it, baby," he encouraged between heavy breaths. "I love to watch you come. Just being able to hear you and Melissa together, hearing you come and come and not being able to see it was driving me totally nuts!"

Stephanie gasped despite the haze of her approaching orgasm. "So that was you! You were standing outside – hunnnggghhh! Oh, shit, Daddy! You were standing outside our door, weren't you? Haaggghhhhh!" she grunted as a particularly deep plunge by her father's cock rammed home into the back of her drenched and quivering vagina and made her eyes roll back in her head.

Her father grinned somewhat sheepishly but admitted that he had been listening at their door, both when they were in her bedroom and the next morning from outside the bathroom. He shrugged unrepentantly, his hips resolutely working, pistoning his massive hard-on faster and faster into the twelve-year-old pussy beneath him.

"And – hunngghhh!" she grunted, not to be deterred regardless of the warning tingles that preceded a climax that were sending sharp, electric jolts of ecstasy with increasing frequency through her writhing, sweating body, "And you c-came, huh? Fuck! Oh, God! You jerked off listening to us and you – haaggghhh! You came on the floor outside my door, didn't you?"

"Yeah, baby, yeah I did," the older man gasped, his balls beginning to swell and twitch at the lewd memory. "I couldn't help it. Hearing you come and calling out for me, I – shit! Oh, God, baby, you feel so good to fuck! I just couldn't help it! Oh shit, Stephanie, I can't hold out much longer! You're gonna' make me come in you again real soon!"

"Haaaarrrrgghhhh!" the thrashing seventh-grader beneath him groaned, "I don't want you to – shit, Daddy! I don't want you to hold out! I want your come in me! Unnghhh! Unnnghhh! Unnnghhh! I want it in me all the time! Ohhhhhhhh, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me faster, Daddy! Hoh! Shit! Hoh! Shit! Yeah! Yeah! Just like that! Oh, God!"

The slender twelve-year-old writhed with lewd pleasure, her fingers clawing spasmodically at her father's straining and sweat-slick back as he pumped away with reckless ferocity. With each powerful thrust of her parent's hips, Stephanie could feel her young cunt hole being spread wide open and filled with her father's huge, rigid flesh, the pressure so tight and so intense it almost felt like his entire body were being jammed into her cruelly distended orifice. It didn't hurt – not exactly – but the intensity of the sensation hovered on the borderline between pain and exquisite stimulation. She could feel the lanky man's heavy balls slapping up against her narrow, taut ass cheeks each time he slammed his huge prick into her but what she was more and more acutely aware of was the way his pubic bone would grind into her turgid clitoris every time his cock buried itself into the very back of her oozing vagina. With each rough blow to her swollen clit a sharp jolt of pure, white-hot electricity coursed through her juvenile body, causing her eyes to roll back and her breath to intake sharply. She knew she was seconds away from one of the strongest climaxes she had ever experienced.

Through the rapidly onrushing tsunami of orgasmic commotion she struggled to talk to her grunting and perspiring father in between his powerful thrusts that made coherent speech impossible. "Ohhh, Daddy! Hunnghh! I'm glad you – unnnghhh! Glad you came listening to – haaarrghh! To us making love! Melissa – hoh! Melissa got your come and – hunnnghh! Put it inside me while she – unnnghhhh! She finger-fucked me! Unnnghhh! I've been carrying your – hunnngghh! Your come inside me – ooof! Inside me since yesterday! Unghhh! Ohhhh! God! Oh, shit! Dadeee! I'm coming! I'm – haaaaaaghhhh! I'm coming now! Come in me, Dadddeeeeeeeeeeee!" her voice rose to a shrill keen as her body began shuddering and convulsing, her face screwed into a distorted rictus as shock after shock of ecstatic pleasure hammered her thin young form, pulsing rhythmically outwards from her jam-packed cunt hole to engulf every part of her from her sweat-beaded forehead to her involuntarily clenching and unclenching toes.

John felt his head swimming. Not only had his sex-fevered young daughter and her juvenile lesbian lover known at the time that he was listening to them fuck while he jacked off outside their door, but they had actually scooped up his semen from the floor and used it to fill Stephanie's virgin cunt with his incestuous seed. His come had been inside her long before they actually fucked! And now the memory of it was driving the flailing, writhing twelve-year-old girl in whose impossibly tight pussy he was ramming his gigantic prick as hard as he could into paroxysms of orgasmic ecstasy. Despite the short period since his previous ejaculation, the rutting father felt his balls tighten uncontrollably at the obscenely perverse scene and a new flood of thick, hot jism rise up through his plunging cock.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck, Baby! Oh, God! You're making me come, too! Unnnghhh! Unnghhh! Unnghhh!" he barked hoarsely as powerful contraction after contraction squeezed his genitals, pumping jets of his incestuous fluid deep into his daughter's womb.

He was faintly conscious of the girl's sharp orgasmic cries blending with his own deeper grunting as they strained and shoved together, desperately burying his ejaculating manhood ever more deeply into her accommodating cunt hole. Finally the spewing organ could drive no further and they clung together, shuddering through their shared climax, his pelvis slammed solidly against her rhythmically throbbing clitoris. He felt his vision narrow to a dark tunnel before going black completely and his body suddenly collapsed, twitching but unconscious, on top of his seventh-grade woman-child's shuddering body.

When he again opened his eyes, he groggily tried to regain his bearings. Father and daughter had apparently both momentarily fainted from the unbelievable intensity of their incestuous coupling and their bodies lay sprawled and intertwined on the bed, their limbs askew like scattered cordwood. John's previously monstrous erection had shriveled to its normal, merely huge detumescent condition and had slipped, unnoticed, from within the twelve-year-old girl's distended vagina. He turned to search for his daughter's face and found it alongside his own, her eyes still closed and her breathing soft and even. He studied her young, smooth face as an upwelling of incredible love and gratitude caused his eyes to moisten and a lump to form, unbidden, in his throat.

For several long moments, he remained motionless, watching his tender offspring sleep. He had, he realized, fallen head over heels in love with his own daughter. He had thought he loved her before, but this was something so far beyond the fatherly care and concern he had known before that it almost frightened him. He understood that, whatever happened from that moment on, things would never be the same between them. Though he also acknowledged with a rueful grimace that things probably had not been "the same" between them for several weeks now – they had only now gotten around to completely acknowledging just how much their relationship had changed.

All John knew was that he loved his child – a woman now, he reminded himself – more than life itself and that he never wanted to be parted from her. That would be more than he could bear. At the same time, the more rational part of his mind knew that she would continue to grow and change, and that he could no more try to withstand that and contain this moment forever than he could hold a river in his hands. At some point, he was going to have to let her go, at least enough to share her with others who also loved her – he thought immediately of Melissa Randall and was chagrined to discover that thinking of his daughter's young lover made his own beleaguered cock twitch and attempt to rise. All right, he acknowledged, perhaps sharing his daughter would be more bearable than he thought, especially if she was equally willing to share him. The thought brought a lewd smile to his bearded face.

At that moment, Stephanie's eyes fluttered then opened. Even before she turned to search out her father, a soft, dreamy smile spread across her pretty face. When she at last located her parent's beaming, adoring face her smile broadened and she languidly draped an arm around his neck, turning her slim, unblemished body towards his and snuggling into it.

"Hmmmm," she sighed contentedly, "Did that just happen or did I dream it?"

"A little of both, I think," her father answered with a low chuckle. "I think that last orgasm was a bit much for both of us. We've been kind of out of it for a bit."

"God!" the seventh-grader mused languorously, "You and Melissa both make me come so hard I pass out. That never happened to me when I just play with myself." She grinned impishly at the older man.

Her father swallowed hard; the mention of his daughter's other lover was not a subject he was sure he was ready to tackle, but he finally decided that getting it out right away was the only sensible course. "So what about Melissa?" he asked in a voice he hoped did not betray the uncertainty he felt. "This – I mean, us – is going to be difficult to keep from her, don't you think?"

The dark-haired girl turned her face up and regarded him with genuine puzzlement. "Why would we do that?" she demanded. "Jeez, Daddy, she was the one who talked me into having enough guts to finally force what you and I felt for each other out into the open. Shit, she told me she'd never seen two people who so obviously wanted to fuck each other than you and me," she giggled shyly. "So, no, Daddy, I'm not going to keep it from Melissa. If I don't tell her first chance I get, she's going to bug me until I do anyway."

John was silent for several moments as he pondered this latest turn. On the one hand, he thought anyone besides the two of them knowing about their incestuous relationship was terribly, terribly risky. Even if Melissa was cooperative and discreet now, if something should go wrong with her love affair with his daughter, what then? Melissa didn't seem like the type to do something destructive and vengeful, but he was wise enough in the ways of the world to know that people sometimes did awful and hideous things to other people when love went awry.

On the other hand, he rationalized, trying to conceal it now might be as useless as locking the barn door after the horse was gone. His daughter's redheaded friend and lover had already been a witness to some pretty damned inappropriate behavior between a father and daughter and, rather than being offended or disgusted, was apparently encouraging of the continuation and acceleration of that behavior – even to the point of taking his semen from the floor and deliberately putting it into his daughter's eager twat. Melissa's odd remarks to him as she left his home earlier that afternoon suddenly made more sense. She had been deliberately taking his son away in order to leave him alone with Stephanie and had been actually trying to encourage him to do exactly what he ended up doing! The goateed man was thunderstruck. Melissa had been an accomplice in the afternoon's events. That didn't seem like the behavior of someone who was likely to turn him over to the police for those same acts she had been trying to enable.

Finally, he remembered the way he and Melissa had kissed and groped each other, not once but twice in the course of the past two days. Once again his exhausted cock gave a weak, halfhearted twinge at the memory of the feel of the girl's full and ripe body under his fingers, so much softer and lusher than his own daughter's still-developing female form. Inspiration struck him – if he could somehow contrive to get both of the seventh-grade girls into his bed at once he would not only have some ironclad leverage against any temptation Melissa might have in the future to reveal his incestuous secret, but he would also get to enjoy the pleasure of sex with both of them guilt-free. The thought made his insides turn to jelly with perverted lust and desire.

He forced himself to feign a casualness he didn't feel when he finally responded, "I guess you're right, lover. I couldn't expect you to keep any secrets from someone you love like that."

"That's right, Daddy," his daughter nodded, "What I know, she'll know and what she knows, I'll know. No secrets – that's one of the most important things we already agreed on."

"Does that go both ways?" he asked dryly, "Am I your lover, too? Do you keep secrets from me?"

"No, Daddy," the dark-haired girl shook her head, her eyes wide and serious. "Not any more. You are my lover, and you'll always be my lover and the first man I've ever known completely. So no, I keep no secrets from you." She snorted. "Shit, I only have two big secrets and now you know both of them."

"Yeah?" Her father was intrigued. "I reckon one of them is about you and Melissa. What's the other one?"

His daughter spluttered, "Daddy! I can't believe you're so stupid! The other secret is about me and you! Duh!"

"Oh, yeah, right," he muttered, embarrassed. "Sorry; that was obvious. So," he continued, trying to regain control of the conversation, "If Melissa is going to know about us, what will that mean for the two of you? Is she going to be cool with you and me being together sometimes?"

The twelve-year-old girl wrinkled her nose in a wry expression. "She'll have to be, won't she? I mean, if I have to get used to her going off and doing who-knows-what with Brad, she can sure as shit live with me spending a little time with my own father!"

"And fucking his brains out," he reminded her with a grin.

"Damn right `and fucking his brains out'!" she retorted, though she smiled to show she was not offended. "Besides," she added with a meaningful gleam in her eye, "It kind of seemed like you might like to get a little time with my other lover yourself. Don't think I didn't see how the two of you were kissing in your room Friday night!"

"While you were driving me crazy touching me and grinding your sweet, wet pussy up and down on me!" he protested. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Exactly what you did, Father dear," she said sweetly, "Exactly what you did. Did I ever say I was upset by it? Shit, it turned me on so much to watch you kissing her and groping her big, beautiful tits that I was ready to have both of you right then and there! But," she fixed him with a gaze, "That doesn't explain why you were making out like crazy in the car after you dropped Brad and me off at Mrs. Kohler's. Oh, yeah," she nodded, pleased at the startled expression she'd succeeded in eliciting from her father. "Oh, yeah, she told me all about that."

"God, sweetie, I'm so sorry," the older man managed to stammer, aghast at the possible repercussions from his earlier indiscretion with Melissa. "I- I really didn't mean for it to happen at all, it just sort of – happened. Though now that I think of it" he went on with a somewhat defiant tone, "There was this beautiful, dark-haired woman who'd been stroking my poor, defenseless prick, getting me all worked up and then leaving me alone with her pretty, red-haired lover."

It was Stephanie's turn to gasp in mock outrage, "Defenseless? Defenseless? You could have let Melissa and Brad go to Mrs. Kohler's and taken me home and fucked my brains out right then, huh? It would have saved us all a lot of trouble. And besides," she grinned impishly, "I do seem to remember that this gorgeous man had his hand down inside the beautiful, dark-haired woman's shirt and was feeling up her tits big time. So don't tell me `defenseless'!" she laughed, thoroughly enjoying their sparring.

John's expression turned serious. "So you're not mad at me about Melissa?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"No, silly man, I'm not," she reassured him, stroking his cheek fondly. "I'll tell you the same thing I told her when she let me know about it – I would have been, like, totally furious if you'd actually, you know, gone ahead and fucked. But since I got to have you first after all then, no, I'm not mad at all. I'm glad that the two of you have the hots for each other, `cause I would love nothing better than to make love to both of my sweet lovers at the same time!" She swallowed hard at the daring of her confession, but judiciously refrained from admitting that her fantasy also included both the Muller and Randolph boys as well, rationalizing that just because she'd agreed to no secrets from her father didn't mean he needed to know everything right away.

Her father was wide-eyed with lewd interest. "You mean that?" he asked eagerly, "You'd actually like to do a threesome? Shit," he muttered almost under his breath, "You are your mother's daughter."

Stephanie cocked one eyebrow at her father. "So Mom liked threesomes, huh?"

The man shrugged, his eyes softening at the memory, "Threesomes, foursomes, full-blown orgy-somes, you name it – you mother loved sex, pure and simple."

"And you said I'm hotter than she was, right?" she demanded intently.

John looked upwards by way of answer and said, "Kim, if you're up there listening, then please forgive me, but your sweet little girl is all grown up now and she's gonna' be even more of a firecracker than you were, God rest your soul. I guess we couldn't expect anything else from a child by the two of us, huh?"

His daughter was secretly pleased by her father's response but she couldn't help pouncing on his last statement. "So that means you were just as much of a `firecracker' as Mom, huh? You liked threesomes and orgies and all that stuff?"

He regarded his daughter with a decidedly un-fatherly expression, his eyes glittering with an intensity that made a quick thrill of fear and excitement shoot through her young, inexperienced body. She was suddenly aware that her father was much more than her father, even though she had deliberately made him her lover as well. He was also a man, a grown-up experienced man with grown-up experiences, needs, and desires. She wondered briefly if she would be able to keep up with what he wanted, but quickly reminded herself that he had already acknowledged her as even hotter sexually than her mother. So she raised her chin a bit defiantly and awaited his answer.

"Yes, that's exactly what it means, sweetheart," he acknowledged. "We had what most people would call a wild, not to say perverted, sex life. But I'm not saying that's what I want with you. I wanted it with Kim, uh, your mother in part because she wanted it so much and I loved pleasing her. So I just want you to know that I just love you with all my heart, and what I want more than anything else in the world is to please you and make you happy."

"Well, the same goes for me, too, my lover," she said with a meaningful look. She began to idly trace a finger down his bare chest, circling and then teasing his nipples and enjoying the feel of their response into erection under her touch. "I want nothing more than to make you happy, too. So whatever you want or need to make you happy – anything at all – you just tell me and I promise I'll make it come true, you hear me?"

Her father nodded slowly, an intense smile on his face. "I hear you. And I also promise that even if there's something I say I want or like, if it doesn't sound good to you, you just tell me and you won't have to do it, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," she smiled, feeling suddenly shy at the intimate turn of the conversation. "But I guess that means you don't have any problem with the idea of fucking Melissa, or even Melissa and me together, huh?" Her fingers had left his nipples and continued down his body as she spoke and they now made contact with his enormous cock which was already beginning to swell with arousal. "Hmmm, how about that?" she cooed mischievously. "Seems like you like the idea very much."

"Yeah," he moaned, helpless against the erotic sensations his newly deflowered daughter were eliciting with her fingers and suggestive talk. "Yeah, I like the idea very much. Shit, that feels so good, baby!" he groaned as her fingers encircled the improbable girth of his rapidly stiffening prick and began to slowly stroke its length. "Uh, are you going to tell her that, too?"

"If she asks, yeah," the twelve-year-old shrugged with a sly smile. "But otherwise, no, I don't think so. I don't want to risk scaring her off. I think we should just let whatever's going to happen, happen. It seems like whenever the two of you get together, things sort of just – happen, anyway. Am I right?"

"You're right, my beautiful, hot, sexy, lover," the man said between quickening breaths as the young girl's fingers paused in their stroking to swirl around the purple, bulbous head of his swollen cock. "You've been right all along – about everything."

She gazed up at him, her eyes gleaming with pride and relief at his compliment and confession. "I'm really glad you think so. For that, I think you deserve a reward. How about if you," and she blushed fiercely, "Teach me to suck this great big thing exactly the way you like it sucked? You like to have your cock sucked, right?"

"Oh, yes, lover, yes I do, and I'd love nothing better than to teach you about cocksucking and everything else you want to know." He sighed in deep satisfaction as he felt his daughter's soft, tender lips and tongue close around the head of his gigantic prick and settled back to enjoy his daughter's first lesson in fellatio. He suspected it would not be the last lesson.